Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Late at night, outside a cozy little house in a community north of Los Angeles, two strange crisp sounds suddenly sounded, which sounded like the sound of a pistol with a silencer. The big bald man in the house, who was still sleeping soundly on the bed, reflexively shook his head. The one who put the pistol under the pillow rolled it under the bed.

The whole process went smoothly.

Is it a killer? Oops, my daughter is still upstairs! Hobbes stared out the window nervously.

However, the expected attack did not appear, and a familiar laughter came from the window: "Hahaha, you are still as sensitive as before. I really should have recorded you with my phone and posted it on Twitter. Maybe I can let you A big fire.”

"Damn it! Ron, this is not funny at all!" Hobbes crawled out from under the bed in embarrassment: "You actually shot outside my house. Have you ever thought about what to do if a stray bullet hurts someone?!"

"You don't think it's a gunshot, do you?" Ron picked up a completely dry branch and broke it in front of Hobbes. The crisp sound was exactly the same as what Hobbes had just heard. You know, you've been fooled again.

"Asshole, why don't you stay up late at night and come to my place to make trouble?! If you have extra energy, can't you vent it on your women?!" Hobbs complained loudly and dissatisfied.

"Do you think I don't want to?" When talking about this, Ron's face was full of resentment: "Hope has a new female disciple and is leading her to train intensively to prepare for the Olympics. I suspect the two cake sellers are related to drugs. Yeah, you know what I'm used to, I've never had anything to do with anyone who's involved in drugs, even my girlfriend Collins went to watch her brother's football game with her family."

"I remember, it was that big man Mike. He is now a star player. Everyone is saying that he will have a great career in the NFL." Hobbs couldn't help but admired: "You came to my house in the middle of the night just to follow me. Are the women complaining about you not at home?”

Ron nodded innocently: "What else could it be like?"

"Okay, do you want to have a drink?" Hobbes took out a wine bottle and two wine glasses from under the bed, and reluctantly invited Ron.

"Oh my God, is Doraemon's fourth-dimensional pocket under your bed? Why is there everything?" Ron jumped into Hobbes' room from the window and opened the bed board out of curiosity.

In addition to a wine cabinet with several bottles of wine, there is also a small door under the bed.

"You know that as agents, we may encounter any dangers one day, so we should be prepared." Hobbes handed Ron a glass filled with wine: "Here's a toast to you. We did a good job in Brazil a few days ago, and the CIA has done something good again." I cut off an arm by you, V~"

"How many times have I told you, I am not him, but I admit that under her smiling mask, there must be a handsome face that does not belong to me." Ron clinked glasses with Hobbs, very narcissistic said.

"Don't worry, I have no intention of pursuing you. I just want to remind you not to reveal such a big flaw next time. The whole world knows that you like to use all kinds of weird weapons."

Hobbs said nonchalantly that although the FBI, along with the CIA and IRS, are known as the three major law enforcement agencies in the United States, their status has never been on an equal footing and has almost always been at the bottom.

The biggest problem here is money. After all, intelligence work costs money. The IRS itself belongs to the Finance Department. Naturally, it is impossible for the Finance Department to deduct one's own son's pocket money.

The CIA's expenses go directly to military expenditures. Without approval by Congress, even the president has no right to interfere. What's more, the CIA's booming drug business can even occasionally feed back the wallets of some military bosses.

Only the FBI is a poor thing. All its funding comes from financial allocations from the Ministry of Justice. Not to mention the money, it is often scrutinized by the Ministry of Finance for various reasons.

It can be said that he is a doormat caught in the middle and no one dares to offend him.

Ron said unexpectedly: "You seem to be gloating about your misfortune? I thought you would get closer to that side."

"No, if I have to pick a side, I would rather stand with you. Who knows when the grandsons of the CIA will put a big pot on you? You know what? They have already handed over the suit man's case to us. , what a hell!”

Ron's heart moved. Suitman was the nickname given to Reese by the police department because this guy wore a crisp suit every time he did business.

If you have free time in the past two days, you can tell Finch about the fact that they were targeted by the FBI. For this reason alone, Ron's visit today was not in vain.

"Good luck to you. I heard that guy is very difficult to catch, but maybe you can go to the Los Angeles Police Department and ask some police officers who are familiar with the case to help. For example, Officer Carter is good."

Ron touched his wine glass with Hobbes and proactively recommended the mole to him with a smile.

"I will consider your suggestion carefully," Hobbs thought for a moment and suddenly asked Ron: "I heard that you have a good relationship with Mike from the Secret Service?"

"Of course." Ron nodded: "You seem to have something to say, so you might as well say it directly. Hesitation is not your style."

"Tell Mike, I've been keeping an eye on the president's schedule recently, and I heard that someone is planning to assassinate the president."

Ron shrugged and said easily: "We have so many enemies in the United States. There are people who want to assassinate the president every day. Don't worry."

Hobbes drank in silence, and after struggling for a while, he finally spoke again: "But this time is different, you still have to remind them."

"What? Did you get any special news? Who wants to attack the president?"

Hobbes has always been a very straightforward person, and even he would get into entanglements. It was obvious that the identity of this assassin was unusual, and Ron began to feel that something was wrong.

"I can't say who the specific person is, but I can tell you that the military-industrial complex and the security group are brewing a big plan. They plan to push a madman into the position of president. You may have heard of this person, Charlie Manning. Ron, you must stop this from happening."

Ron was shocked. There was a military-industrial complex, and there must be a shadow of the military behind that action. Although they didn't say it explicitly, the two knew each other well. It was probably because of this that Hobbs kept silent about it. Dare to tell Ron and save the country by using a twist.

"Charlie Manning?" Ron recalled the name carefully and found that it really impressed him: "Is he the internet celebrity congressman from South Dakota? The idiot who proposed a nationwide purge day every year?"

Ron remembered this person for a reason, because his campaign proposal was particularly weird. He suggested that one day should be selected as a purge day every year, and a 12-hour nationwide purge would be held after 7 p.m., and everyone could go out. On the streets, crimes and killings are carried out without any legal responsibility, which is used to release the depression and dissatisfaction in the hearts of citizens.

What’s even more bizarre is that this kind of idiotic proposal actually has many fans on the Internet. It can only be said that the world is so big that it is full of wonders.

"Only in this way can arms be sold better, isn't it?" Hobbes had a sarcastic smile on his face: "While promoting economic growth through arms sales, it can also make people kill each other, or make people rich. People massacre the poor, and guess what, who can’t afford a pistol on Purge Day? So they can kill those living on the dole.”

Ron was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Don't worry, Mike is a person who survived two presidential assassinations. One of them even protected the president with me. You should believe in his ability.

Besides, what else can those assassins do by playing around? Is it really possible to have such a big battle every time like in London last time? It’s not like we’re filming a movie, so here’s a toast! This bottle of whiskey is good, we must finish it today~"

The wine glasses clinked together again, and the two of them continued to drink happily. One bottle of wine was obviously not enough. Hobbes rummaged around, and the two of them drank almost all the wine at home, and they continued to sleep. Sleep until the next morning.

However, even when they were sleeping, there was always someone restlessly plotting something.

"How are you preparing for your operation?"

In a secret office in the Pentagon, a man wearing a general's uniform asked a person hiding in the shadows next to him.

The man stepped out of the shadows and was actually wearing a white ninja costume. If Ron were here, he would definitely feel more familiar. This is the white ghost who had a fierce fight with him before.

"Our people have already infiltrated the South Korean President's guard, and some of them are pretending to be tourists and are operating in Washington. When the operation begins, they will immediately gather near the White House."

"But this alone is not enough. You promised to give us more support. Otherwise, this power will not be able to capture the White House."

"Of course I understand, so I have prepared some other programs," the general smiled nonchalantly: "The pilots you gave us for training have been arranged by me at the military airport north of Washington. In an hour, they will take advantage of When the guards were lax, they snatched an AC-130 aerial gunboat and attacked Washington's defense forces.

And Washington's anti-aircraft missiles and fighter jets will also become unusable at that time due to hacker attacks. Let me put it this way, do you understand? "

"Understood, you still don't want to take any risks."

"Of course, the target you want to assassinate is our President of the United States. If it weren't for your price, we really wouldn't want to help." The general sat on the chair and took a puff of his cigar comfortably: "You can really attack Going to the White House?"

In fact, even if this group of people did not come to him, he would still look for others to carry out this operation. The reason is certainly not because he has any lofty ideals or ambitions.

And it’s just that the arms company gave too much!

The money offered by the arms company was at least 10 times the price offered by this group of mysterious people. Under the power of capital, he could only choose to surrender.

There was no way, who told him that in addition to his well-known wife and children, he also had seventeen or eight mistresses and illegitimate children to support.

"As long as you can ensure that the planes kill most of the White House defense forces, we will definitely be able to occupy the White House." White Ghost nodded.

"Then, let's start the action." The general grabbed the phone on the table and dialed.

Fifteen minutes later, an AC-130 aerial gunship took off from the Chekepee Bay Airport, 200 kilometers away from Washington. The tour bus loaded with Asian passengers stopped at different places near the White House, and passengers carrying large bags got off. Walk slowly towards the White House.

At the same time, South Korea's diplomatic mission also arrived at the White House.

"Welcome, Mr. Li, I am Link, Deputy Director of the White House Secret Service, and welcome you." The deputy director extended his hand to the ambassador very politely.

Mike is on vacation today and is in charge of everything.

"Thank you." The ambassador shook his hand and said, "This is my personal guard and number one master, Mr. Parker."

The ambassador introduced the people next to him, and the deputy director gave another round of courtesy greetings, introducing the ambassador and his party into the White House.

It took another ten minutes before the White House's air defense radar noticed the AC-130 flying in the sky due to the intervention of some people. It immediately sent two F22s to follow and issued an alarm: "We are the U.S. Air Force, and we are flying. Your starboard wing, you have entered the air traffic control area, now we order you to turn around and leave immediately, turn around immediately! Please answer when you receive it!"

The warning continued to repeat, but the pilot in the plane impatiently pressed the attack mode switch. Four Gatling aviation cannons on both sides protruded from the fuselage.

Aiming at the planes flanking him on the left and right, before the F22 pilot could react, the aerial cannons had opened fire.

"Tu tu tu tu..."

"I was attacked by the opponent...ah! I was shot..."

Before the pilots of the two F22s had time to activate the ejection seats, people were already being beaten into pieces in the cabin.

"FXXK!" The flight attendant angrily threw down his earphones, but that was not the end yet.

The aerial gunboat drew a gorgeous arc in the air, turned its direction, and flew in the direction of the White House. In other words, its original goal was the induction route that the White House had made just to confuse the radar.

"There is an aerial gunship of ours over Washington. It went crazy and attacked our own plane! Now it is flying to the White House! What should we do?" The air defense commander habitually looked at the commander-in-chief position next to him, and The position was already empty: "FXXK! Where is the commander-in-chief?!"

"He was asked by the Minister of Defense to play golf earlier." The staff next to him said weakly: "What should we do now?"

The deputy commander gritted his teeth: "Activate all anti-aircraft missiles! I'm responsible!"

In the White House conference room, the Secret Service agent who received the news quickly whispered in the president's ear: "Mr. President, if there is an emergency, come with me now!"

"Ambassador Li, you also come with us!"

"Wait, this doesn't comply with the regulations..."

The subordinate next to him still wanted to stop him, but the deputy director in charge of temporary command quickly interrupted him: "We cannot repeat the London incident in the United States. Take them to the elevator quickly! I will be there right away."

Secret Service agents surrounded the president and the South Korean ambassador and quickly moved toward the emergency shelter basement of the White House. The aerial gunboats had already pointed their guns at the agents who were waiting in the open space of the White House.

"Don't worry, it can't do anything to us? We still have anti-aircraft missiles." The old agent patted the newcomer beside him and consoled him.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the missile that was about to be launched suddenly stopped and got stuck at this critical moment!