Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"Let me tell you, you agreed too quickly just now. You have obviously never met her before, but she just gave her lipstick and said it was important information and you believed it. Oh my god! How did you become an agent for so many years? My eldest nephew Luke, who just joined the industry, is not as good as you~"

On the streets of Austria, Ron followed Ethan and complained endlessly. An hour ago, Ron followed Ethan's instructions and accepted the female agent's USB flash drive disguised as lipstick, and then threw her out of the car.

"I believe she won't lie to us. I've met that agent before, and she once saved my life." Ethan said, inserting the lipstick USB flash drive into the computer he carried with him, showing a diagram of the structure of a large building facility. out.

"I think you are simply fascinated by her long legs. Let me tell you, it feels really good... What the hell is this? The structure looks like a power station, but there are many more inexplicable things. thing."

"Inexplicable things, what do you mean specifically?" Ethan keenly discovered the key points in Ron's words.

"For example, this," Ron enlarged a point on the structural diagram: "The sensitive information isolation facility is not connected to the Internet and is completely closed. It is impossible to invade from the outside. It can be said that this is a data security safe, but I really don't understand. Why would a power station do this? It seems like that girl really didn’t lie. There is something really weird about this power station."

"I know, it must be Aideen's secret stronghold or base. There must be something she wants us to know there, so she lets us go there. Where is this power station?

"Morocco, okay, I'll buy the nearest flight ticket." Ron said helplessly.

Morocco, located in northwest Africa, is a Christian Arab country. Because it is close to the Sahara Desert, even the port city of Casablanca is still filled with yellow sand.

So when Ron and the others came to Casablanca, where the female agent had agreed with them on the USB flash drive, Ron jumped directly into the swimming pool of the villa, swam until he was next to the female agent, and lifted him out of the water.

"Has anyone ever told you about this kind of behavior of using other people's swimming pools without permission? How polite?" The female agent pouted dissatisfied.

"Of course, but someone also told me that I should be polite to my savior and at least tell him his name. What do you think?" Ron shot back not to be outdone.

"Isa Foster, former MI6 agent, are you satisfied now? Have you hugged me enough? If so, can you put me down? This kind of lifting a lady up without permission The behavior did not appear to be gentlemanly.”

When Isa was swimming, she wore a black bikini without any patterns, but it was this simple design that perfectly highlighted Isa's perfect figure. She struggled twice symbolically, and the greatness on her chest followed suit. Shaking, but unable to break away from Ron's arms, he simply folded his hands in resignation.

But in Ron's view, this action that seemed to give up on himself was a bit coquettish. Ron brought Isa closer, their faces almost touching each other, and looked directly into her eyes until she panicked and avoided Ron's gaze. Ron said jokingly: "But you happen to like this kind of ungentlemanly behavior, right?"

As he spoke, Ron moved his face closer, and the blush on Isa's face became more obvious. Just when their lips were about to touch, an untimely cough interrupted the ambiguous atmosphere.

"Ahem... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you, but I remember that we seemed to have serious things to do here, right?" Ethan said with an embarrassed look on his face: "We should be here for the people in the power station. Something is coming, right? Isa, can you please explain now, what is in that?"

"There is an account book there that records the identities of all Syndicate members, and Ryan was ordered to look after that account book."

"Syndicate? Isn't it Aideen? I thought these two organizations were the same organization." Ron frowned, beginning to have some doubts about the beautiful female agent in front of him.

Ron was more willing to trust Finch than the female agent he had known for less than two days. According to the information provided by Finch, the two organizations were clearly the same thing.

"Of course not," Isa shook her head: "We thought so too at first, but after I lurked for two years, I discovered that the Syndicate is just a department under Aideen that specializes in assassinations. The head of this department is Solomon. Ryan.”

"Is this the person you're talking about?" Ethan thought about pouring something and immediately took out his sketch for Isa to identify.

Isa nodded: "Yes, it's him, he created the Syndicate."

"Then where did he come from?"

"He was a former British intelligence agent."

"Since the UK knows about the existence of the Syndicate and Aideen, why don't they tell the CIA all this?" Ethan couldn't help asking strangely.

In his understanding, Britain and the United States are allies, and intelligence like this should be shared. This is how he shared intelligence with agents from other allied countries before. This is basically the case with agents from Five Eyes countries.

"Of course it's because they don't want people to know that the creator of the Syndicate is one of them." Ron's eyes suddenly became serious: "I'm afraid, that Aideen has something to do with Britain, right? Or maybe , has nothing to do with the plutocrats of old Europe?"

The current national situation is that of one superpower and multiple powers. The United States, as the unique world superpower, firmly occupies the dominant position. However, the originally powerful European countries were severely beaten due to World War II. Until now, they have not been able to fully recover from the consequences of World War II. Step out of the shadows.

The United States, on the other hand, started by selling weapons, and then joined the battlefield at the last moment of World War II, taking advantage of everything. Since then, the country's fortunes have been unparalleled, especially after the Soviet Union was wiped out, it has no rivals.

It is impossible to say that these "OLD MONEY" in old Europe are not jealous at all. Although they regard the United States as the overlord and have to let their bodies be at the mercy of the United States, they must be dissatisfied with it in their hearts. In their eyes, he is just an upstart.

It's completely normal for these European men who made their fortune by plundering to say yes and play some dirty tricks in private. Not to mention the syndicate undercover by Isa, including Aideen after the Heart Syndicate. It has nothing to do with these European guys.

But what does this have to do with Ron? He is nothing more than a payroll thief for the US tax department.

Ethan asked anxiously: "These are not the key. The key is how do we go in and steal the account book?"

"I feel like this is an impossible task." Isa frowned in distress: "This facility is hidden underground in a power station guarded by the military. The only way to download this policy is through the central computer located here. Terminal, to reach this terminal, you need to pass through the gate, fingerprint elevator, and combination password lock..."

As Isa told the story, Ethan's brows also became deeper and deeper. The power station door and fingerprint elevator were easy to pass. With Ethan's rich experience as an agent, it was easy to get through.

The most difficult thing is the third level of the combination lock. This combination lock is a corridor about 20 meters long. When someone enters the corridor, two action cameras will track and film the visitor. The visitor will be compared with the file in detail and even accurately. to walking posture and gait.

This kind of detailed imitation would require a lot of training, even if it was done by professional actors, and Ron and the others were just agents.

"This is too difficult. If we really want to sneak in safely, I can only think of one way, which is to change the files stored in the computer and change the password to the way our people walk. In this case, it is inevitable to Dive into the water...Ron, what can you do?"

When Ethan was mid-sentence, he suddenly saw Ron holding his cell phone in a daze, pushed him and asked.

"I think it's too troublesome to infiltrate or anything like that. How about blowing up everything here and then we look for things from the ruins?"

"Blow it up? Are you crazy?" Ethan stared at Ron in disbelief: "Let's not talk about blowing it up. How much explosives are needed in total? Where can we find it? Just the defenders there are a big problem. They It’s not just a decoration, we will let us do whatever we want, how do you plan to deal with these defenders?”

"You don't have to worry about this, I have my own way," Ron rolled his eyes and asked abruptly: "How much IMF funds can you still control now?"

"There are probably more than 3 million US dollars...wait, why are you asking this?" Ethan realized something was wrong mid-sentence, and immediately stopped questioning.

"What else could it be for? Of course you are hiring mercenaries. Don't forget, this is Africa, a paradise for mercenaries. It is also the place where mercenaries have the most severe price wars. Give me 3 million US dollars and I will hire them. Everyone take down this power station."

"This is a good idea," Ethan's eyes lit up, but then dimmed again: "But Morocco is a powerful country in Africa, and what kind of mercenaries dare to confront them head-on? I'm afraid it's not possible to spend twice this amount. We can hire mercenaries who can defeat the Moroccan army."

"You don't have to worry about it, just leave everything to me." Ron promised, patting his chest, but what he patted was not his own chest. Yiluo looked helplessly at Ron's claws, showing an angry and funny expression. expression.

"It just so happens that we can take this opportunity to take a rest. We haven't had a good rest for a long time, right?" Seeing that Isa had no intention of objecting, Ron said and moved closer to Isa, hugging her very naturally. This time, Isha didn't even bother to struggle.

Leaning her head directly on Ron's shoulder, Ron kissed her forehead and secretly gave Ethan a "adults do things, children go out and play by themselves" gesture.

Ethan was furious for a while, but he had nothing to do with Ron. He could only walk out of the villa and walk around the streets alone, waiting for Ron and the others to come back after finishing their work.

At night, Ron left the exhausted Isa to rest in the villa, while he and Ethan went to an inconspicuous small fishing village nearby.

This fishing village is very poor, so poor that it doesn't even have an official name on the map, but it is a treasure for Ron, because this fishing village has two characteristics that are very useful to Ron, it is close enough to the power station, and The draft of the dock is deep enough.

In this calm night, there was an old cargo ship parked not far from the dock. Ron carefully compared the outline of the cargo ship with the photos on his mobile phone, and then took it after confirming that it was the ship he was waiting for. He took out his flashlight and shined it towards the other side.

Under Ron's operation, the light of the flashlight flickered on and off in rhythms of varying lengths, and then the searchlight on the rear cargo ship also recalled the same code. The cargo ship moved slowly and finally docked at the dock.

A dark mass, with only white eyes and teeth left, a vaguely visible head poked its head out of the cargo ship and took a wary look, and then walked off the ship. Only then did Ethan realize that this was a black crew member.

The black crew member looked back and forth between the two of them and asked cautiously: "Fellow, did you find the novel through Comrade Leng Feng?"

When he spoke, it turned out to be an authentic Chinese Shandong dialect, which shocked Ethan, who knew a little about Chinese.

However, what was even more shocking was that Ron actually shouted to the boat in the same authentic Shandong dialect: "It's me, it's me, come on, brothers, for the sake of my fellow countrymen, do me a favor. The money is ready for you, green dollars."

Ron took out a wad of banknotes from his bag and threw them into the black man's arms.

The black crew member smelled the ink on the dollar greedily, and said with a look of reluctance: "Mainly for the sake of my old classmates, otherwise I wouldn't do this job even if you gave me money. "

"Luckily you are looking for me. Our commander and I are alumni. We both graduated from the Army Command College. From the accent, you are from my side. Brother, which class did you graduate from?"

When the black man heard Ron speaking the same dialect as himself, he couldn't help but feel more friendly and began to take the initiative to establish friendship.

"No, I didn't go to school there, I just met Leng Feng, he taught me." Ron shook hands with the black man: "It's getting late, it's going to be dawn soon, do you think we should arrange for the brothers now? Are we going to work? Let’s catch up on old times later.”

"No problem." After hearing that Ron was not his schoolmate, the black man didn't bother. He turned around and waved to the cargo ship: "Brothers, start working."

With a "bang", the large hatch at the back of the cargo ship opened, forming an iron bridge on the dock. Only then did the doctor see clearly that the cargo ship was filled with fully armed soldiers!

Although they hold the same crude AK rifles as other African soldiers and wear the same cheap and inferior military uniforms, their spirit and spirit are not comparable to those of other African armies.

There were so many people hiding in the cabin, but they were so disciplined that they didn't make a sound. After hearing the order to leave the cabin, they also lined up in an orderly queue, marching in uniform steps, and formed a neat square formation on the dock. , the whole process took less than five minutes.

To know. Not all troops, even the US military, can achieve this speed of assembly!

Obviously, this is a battle-ready warrior with good combat capabilities.