Daily life of an American TV drama agent

In the photo, Gen is dragging the unconscious Samn to the truck next to him. This is the picture captured by the camera downstairs in Samn's apartment.

"Well, your movements are really fast, but there is someone who is one step faster than you. Reese just told me something that I think I need to tell you," Finch's voice became a little strange:

"A car robbery occurred in north Los Angeles. A car driven by two women broke down in the middle of the road and asked for help from a car on the side of the road. While helping them check the car, the driver was knocked unconscious by something unknown. When he woke up , the car disappeared."

Ron's expression became solemn: "That should be a stun gun, but this news is indeed bad news. Let me confirm with you again. When the driver saw the two women, he did not find any trace of one of them being raped by the other. A sign of coercion?”

"No."

"Well, it seems that the worst thing has happened. Although I don't know what means Gen used, but now, Samn should have changed from being coerced to a cooperative relationship. In other words, the two of them have formed a team. ," Ron rubbed his temples and shook his head: "Now, their biggest shortcomings have been made up for. One has the help of clairvoyance and is full of wits, and the other has mobility reports and rich combat experience. If we can't find them quickly, then , God knows what they will do, how are you doing over there? Your voice sounds a little breathy? Are you just doing something good? "

Ron's joke did not make Finch relax at all. He was breathing heavily with the help of Reese. Just now when he and the suspected victim were investigating the inheritance, they were guided by a message from the deceased. Go to a warehouse that the deceased had rented before his death.

Unexpectedly, there was nothing in this warehouse except a string of handwritten codes on the wall. Just when they took photos and were about to go out, they turned around and discovered that there was a hidden camera in this room that was monitoring everything. When he was about to go out, the warehouse door suddenly fell.

The fire sprinkler started working, but what came out was not water, but a light brown liquid. Finch wiped a little of it in front of his nose and asked: "No, it's gasoline! Run!"

But the iron door was automatically locked when it fell. Just when they were in extreme despair, the iron door suddenly "clicked" and was violently broken open from the outside. Reese picked up Princess Finch and took their The suspected victim ran out.

Less than three seconds after they left the warehouse, the motor in the warehouse suddenly flashed with blue sparks, setting the entire warehouse on fire.

"No, it's just the aftermath of the robbery. I just discovered that the deceased we are investigating now is also very special. He was probably a hacker member who opposed the US surveillance network organization. Although his death was disguised, It’s like a normal death, but I seriously suspect there’s something else going on.”

"Okay, then come on, remember, if you need help, you can call me at any time. I don't mind making more money."

When Ron and Finch were at a loss about Samn's whereabouts, the protagonists who gave him a headache, Samn and Gen, happened to come to the park in southern Los Angeles one after another.

"So what exactly is our mission?"

"We'll find out soon," Gen taped a bulging portfolio under the park bench. "This is insurance."

"But you still didn't tell me, where are you going next?"

"Go down there," Gen stopped when he heard the prompt in his earphones, opened the cover of the sewer, and pulled Samn into the sewer together.

As soon as he entered the sewer, Gen immediately used the things on hand to form a strange torch, lit his head and handed it to Samn: "A thermal spray gun made of spaghetti and an oxygen cylinder."

"So what do you want me to cut?"

"This." Gen knocked on the iron door next to him.

"The last time I used a spray gun was to get information from an ignorant person. Tell me what I am going to do this time? Otherwise, I will leave immediately."

"Want to hear the truth?" "Actually, I don't know. Most of the time I am told what to do at the last second. He is the one who controls the overall situation, the real God."

Gen pointed to her headphones and showed a fanatical expression. This was no exaggeration. She really worshiped the machine invented by Finch as if it were God: "The only thing I am sure of is that I need you."

"Then stay out of my way."

Samon pushed Gen away and turned on the switch of the oxygen bottle. The flame of the torch sprayed forward in the direction of the oxygen flow, and soon the iron door in front of them was welded open.

"This way." Gen led the way through the long underground corridor. When they came out, they had already arrived at an apartment building. They pried open the door of one of the apartments. What appeared in front of them was an empty space. It's so simple that it looks like a single apartment that no one has ever lived in.

As if he had arrived at his own home, Gen sat down on the table, picked up the apple on the plate and ate it, while Samn walked around the house hesitantly: "Where is the owner of this house?"

"Behind you~" Gen pointed casually, and Samn turned around quickly, just in time to meet the strong black man who rushed forward.

Summer reached out to block, grabbed the arm that was punching her, and pulled her back. The strong black man was thrown to the ground, but this move was not the best for a male opponent who had an advantage in height and weight. choose.

When the strong black man fell, he reached out to fish it out and pulled Samon to the ground. However, he quickly got up. When he was about to step on Samon's belly, Gen suddenly started to act.

She threw the apple at the strong black man, and while it was attracting attention, she took out the electric shock device from her pocket.

"Ah~~~" Accompanied by a slightly trembling scream, the strong black man was put down to the ground.

"Well-trained, wearing a cheap suit, he is a CIA agent! This is the CIA's intelligence handover point! Why did you bring me here?"

Gen didn't answer, but dialed a number on the landline next to him. After a brief chat with the person on the other side, he confirmed that the goods would be handed over at eight o'clock tomorrow morning, and then hung up the phone. Now Samon was even more confused.

"Cargo? What cargo is he talking about?"

Gen took out the hood and zip ties from the table under the phone and handed them to Samn: "I am the goods."

Ron hung up the phone and dialed out immediately: "Hello, Carl? Arrange for me 20 drones to fly along the streets along Fifth Avenue and monitor them 24 hours a day. You know the woman in the photo I just sent. "

"Yes, boss." A milky-voiced reply came from the phone. Ron was surprised and quickly rechecked the number. After confirming that he had dialed correctly, he asked tentatively: "Carl, is it you?"

"No, Boss Carl is dating his new boyfriend, I'm Liam."

Ron slapped his head and then remembered why he thought this voice was so familiar just now. Seven-year-old Liam, the sixth eldest son of the Gallagher family, was the only child who was not the biological child of old bastard Frank.

Why does Ron know this? Of course it’s because of skin color!

That old bastard Frank and his wife are both pure whites without a trace of black blood, but Liam was born with a black complexion, so dark that it can make people think a lot at a glance. What else can Frank do? Of course It was the choice to forgive her and adopt the child.

There was a burst of noise from the receiver, and Liam scolded the noisy child again, and then continued: "Take off 20 drones, right? I will arrange it now, brothers, here it is Boss Ron, get to work, release the drones and find a woman for the boss!"

Ron hung up the phone with a confused look. Forget it, just look for a woman. It's better than not working at all. Fiona is already used to her promiscuity anyway.

If you think about the work efficiency of Carl's information service center composed purely of poor children from the slums, for the sake of safety, Ron called Ethan again and asked him to help keep an eye on the CIA's actions in Los Angeles.

Although I don’t know what the ultimate purpose of the root is? But if Samn can be persuaded to participate in her plan, then this purpose is most likely related to the CIA.

The next morning, at eight o'clock on time, there was a knock on the door at the CIA's temporary intelligence handover point hidden in the bachelor's apartment.

"CIA finally came to hand over." Gen showed a smile that said he had everything under control, and tied himself up with zip ties.

"Do you have any last words?" Samn was still confused about Gen's plan. In his eyes, this was tantamount to surrendering himself to the CIA. However, unlike his past performance, he was not like this. stupid.

"24381, this is your handover code."

"Whatever." Samon casually put a hood on Gen, turned around and walked to open the door. As soon as the door opened, a fist greeted him.

Samn quickly lowered her head to avoid it, but before he had time to rejoice, there was a sharp pain in her stomach, which almost made her faint. When she finally came to her senses, she was already sitting on the floor of the living room leaning against the wall.

With just one kick, he kicked it directly from the door to the living room wall facing the door. There was a full distance of seven or eight meters in between. Samn was about to struggle to resist, and looked past the person who had just kicked him away. A foot was fixed on the face of the offender: "Ron, why is it you? You actually kicked me!"

"Sorry, it's a conditioned reflex, and my movements can't keep up with my brain. I thought it was the one who opened the door, so I wanted to give her some clues. I didn't expect it was you who opened the door. It was too late to hold it back. I'm old and my body is not good. Just listen, sorry, sorry.”

Not only did Ron's tone lack any apology, he even took out his pistol and pointed it at Samn, and said in a cowardly manner: "As I said just now, you are getting older and your body is a little bit out of control. I suggest you don't move around. What if I get nervous and Parkinson makes a mistake in advance and accidentally lets the gun go off, that would be so troublesome~"

"You!" Samn was furious.

"You should know that since you chose to team up with Gen, you have temporarily stood on my opposite side. Now there is no way to determine whether you are an enemy or a friend. In order to ensure my own safety, I can only temporarily feel aggrieved," Luo En threw the handcuffs on the ground in front of Sam'en with his other hand: "You should be familiar with this thing. Bring it with you. Don't play any tricks, otherwise I'm afraid I'll get sick."

"Ron?! Why is he here!" Zhao Gen struggled violently in his hood: "Impossible! This is simply impossible! The omnipotent machine never said you would come!"

If Ron only dealt a physical blow to Satsuma's mentor, causing her physical pain, then what he inflicted on Gen was a mental blow. What Gen believed in was the omniscient and omnipotent machine, but now, Ron actually came over a little bit There were no signs, not even the machine notified her, which made her feel like her faith had collapsed.

"Why can't I come here? Do I still need your permission if I arrest you?" Ron said proudly.

Back to yesterday, Ron was just about to call Ethan when he thought about the machine's ability to monitor the entire network. Then he returned to the Special Operations Forces base, leaving all the electronic equipment on his body, and followed the sewer to Ethan's house. apartment, bypassed the cameras in countless corridors, and met with Ethan.

Log into the CIA's internal system through Ethan's computer and find an arrest operation with a root code. Then he once again used the sewer to come to the apartment in the same way as Sam and the others, and ambushed him in advance to follow Sam. The two agents that En met.

"But the machine clearly didn't predict your coming! The machine can't make mistakes!" Ron ripped off the hood on Gen's head, and Gen Zangruo roared crazily.

"Machine? No matter how powerful the machine is, to put it bluntly, it is just a broken computer with intelligent programs installed. If all the network cables in the world are cut off, it will be no different from scrap metal," Ron said loudly with a sneer. You don’t even need to cut off the network cable, as long as you know the appropriate method, it will be no different from trash, don’t you think?”

When Ron said the last thing, he was talking almost close to Gen's face. Her Bluetooth headset hadn't been taken off yet. It was originally taken off by Sam when she was about to wait for the handover, but now it's Ron's turn to talk to the machine. Tools of provocation.

But I don’t know whether the machine really has no emotions, or whether it was also shocked by Ron’s sudden appearance and did not respond.

"Now, can you tell me what your plan is? If your plan is interesting, I wouldn't mind helping you to add some trouble to the CIA."

CIA is CIA, Ethan is Ethan, and the IMF to which Ethan belongs is just a department affiliated with CIA. It spends CIA funds and enjoys CIA intelligence, but does not obey CIA at all, only listens to the president's orders, so They have always been disliked within the CIA. The last incident involving the banning of the IMF was based on the CIA's true thoughts of being disgusted with them.

Therefore, if Ethan knew that Ron was using the information he provided to create trouble for the CIA, not only would Siyi not be angry, but she would applaud him.

Gen gritted his teeth and was about to curse when the machine in the earphones suddenly sounded and gave her a new command.

"What? You want me to assist Ron? Okay, I get it."