Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Speaking of DVDs, Ron thought of the DVD Toretto that once robbed a warehouse in a car, and he couldn't help but smile.

The wise man once said that if there were no second-hand dealers to buy those DVDs, he would still want to hoard them and wait for them to appreciate in value later. Fortunately, as soon as he ran away, Ron disposed of all his "appreciable" investments. .

"Ron, have you thought of a new way to defraud funds?" Sheldon saw Ron's smile and asked immediately.

"No, I just thought of happy things. The only way I know has already been taught to you, or you can try to make some money on your own," Ron said indifferently leaning on the back of the chair and shaking his body. : "If you are willing to sit in a room that makes people vent their anger and let others throw the ball away, you will definitely make a lot of money."

"Absolutely, it's twenty dollars a time. There are a lot of people in the school who are willing to play. If I can throw you a DVD player, I'm willing to pay you $40." Howard agreed.

Sheldon was so angry that he rolled his eyes wildly, but he had nothing to do with the group of friends who were laughing at him. He could only leave the apartment angrily and continue to think about his great business of defrauding funds.

However, less than ten minutes after Sheldon left the apartment, a bombshell message began to flood all social media at the same time.

"Oh my God, our mobile phones and personal information have been monitored by the US government! It's really scary! Ron." Raj looked at the news on his phone in surprise and pushed Ron's arm.

Ron frowned, and he showed an unusual taste based on Raj's words: "I remember there was news like this a few days ago? You didn't just know about it, right?"

"Of course not. It's just that the previous time someone refuted the rumor was a malicious slander by the Russian media, but this time it's different. You see, it was exposed by a French reporter who risked his life. He also claimed that there was even bigger information, an American The government has carefully operated a secret program for many years, Project Black Rose. He also mentioned a story about an agent named Jason Bourne who once worked for this program. Ron, you are also an agent. Do you think this revelation is credible?"

Raj said, handing the phone to Ron, and Ron recognized Bourne's familiar face at a glance.

"Of course it's credible. In fact, many years ago, the U.S. government had already arranged for people to develop a comprehensive monitoring program for all network information. But don't worry, no agent will be interested in the small files downloaded on your mobile phones. If you are interested in the movie, at most you think it is good and make a copy for yourself." Ron glanced at Raj and Howard who looked nervous and said:

"But this reminds me that someone seems to need my help. Guys, I leave it to you to help with Sheldon's wedding. I need to go to Europe now."

Ron clearly remembered that the plan that Bourne participated in before was clearly called the Treadstone Project, but now it was given a strange name called Black Rose.

Based on the previous intelligence, Ron didn't think that they had made a mistake at all. It was probably that they just changed the name of the original plan.

Then, a bigger question arises. The name change of the Stumbling Block Project must have happened recently. Who did this reporter get the news from?

Ron was keenly aware of a hint of conspiracy. Either this was a bait they were preparing to trap Bourne, or someone in the CIA had discovered their conscience and was preparing to rebel. No matter which one, Ron felt it was necessary for him to participate. .

The former can help one's friends, while the latter can cause trouble for the institution one hates the most.

Paris, France, the busy Pravda newspaper office, which is the first French media to expose the Prism scandal. At this moment, standing in front of the editor is his most capable person, the reporter Simon who reported the incident and received a huge amount of attention. Ross.

"Hasn't your informant told all the details of the Black Rose Plan? You have to know that if we can get a headline together, we will become the most popular newspaper in Europe!"

"I know, but my informant didn't say anything. He was still hesitating. I think he was probably scared." Ross said tiredly.

The editor-in-chief was confused: "What is he afraid of?"

"Black Rose is the executors of the mysterious plan we are preparing to expose. Although my informant did not say it clearly, I guess they are probably the CIA, the most powerful intelligence agency in the world..."

Before Ross could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a colleague who suddenly opened the door and said, "Ross, I have your phone number. I don't know why you called me."

"Okay, I understand. I'm going to take a call. I will definitely follow up on this news, editor-in-chief."

The editor-in-chief waved his hand helplessly, indicating that he should go about his business. Ron followed his colleagues out of the editor-in-chief's office, came to his desk and picked up the phone: "Hey, Simon Rose here, who are you?"

The deep voice on the other end of the phone said quickly and concisely: "I read the article you published in the newspaper. I am the Jason Bourne in your story. I will be at the south exit of Waterloo Station. I will come alone in 30 minutes."

After saying a simple sentence, the other party immediately hung up the phone. The whole process took less than 15 seconds. When Ross dialed the phone again, no one answered.

This is probably a joke. Ross has encountered this situation several times in his short career as a reporter. But if it is true, Ross understands that if he misses this time, he will encounter this kind of person who has important clues. It is difficult for intelligence officers to reach the sky.

After a minute of hesitation, he decided to take the risk, took his interview backpack, walked out of the office, went to the street and hailed a taxi.

However, what he didn't know was that all his actions, except for the phone call that the mysterious man made to him just now, were all carefully watched by the CIA.

The only exception just now was because the call was too short and it was a landline call to his colleague's workstation. It was not within the scope of CIA's pre-monitoring. It can be said to be a perfect example of exploiting the vulnerability of CIA's operational thinking. The initiator of this call was naturally Bourne, who was extremely familiar with the CIA.

Just when Ross started to act, Bourne had already arrived at the station first. He was not in a hurry to get out. Instead, he walked around the station for a while. After getting familiar with the terrain, he found a digital supplies store and bought the cheapest one. mobile phone.

Then he turned on the wait-and-wait mode until the target he was waiting for appeared. Then Bourne pretended to be a pedestrian and blended in with the crowd. When he met Ross, he slipped the mobile phone he just bought into his pocket, and then came to Make a call in a secluded place.

"Hello?" Ross took out the unfamiliar mobile phone from his pocket in confusion.

"Listen carefully and now do as I say."

"what happened?"

"On your left, the line at 10 o'clock is on the opposite side. It must be a silver Chrysler station wagon. Someone is watching you inside. Directly in front of you, at 12 o'clock on the opposite side, there is a man monitoring you with a camera next to the pillar on the second floor. , you are now in the CIA's dragnet, and you can only avoid them by listening to me."

Bourne put on his Bluetooth headset and while talking, moved along the blind spot of the camera, guiding Rose's actions. Under his precise control, the inexperienced Rose actually avoided one after another like a professional agent. A surveillance officer came to a man wearing a mask, pretended to talk to him, and then took advantage of the bus arriving at the stop to pretend to get on the bus. Then he blended in with the crowd of people getting off the bus, out of sight of the agents. .

All these actions made Arthur, who had been watching, couldn't help but clapped his hands and applauded: "It's great, it's really great. I haven't seen such an outstanding agent genius for a long time. He is simply a master of anti-tracking." , even a novice under his command can make fools of the CIA's losers, he is truly a good friend of the boss."

"Of course, his nickname is The Untraceable. He is a real master in anti-tracing." Ron nodded and said with a proud look: "But people from the CIA cannot continue to be useless. You are ready to take action at any time, Arthur, once I specially allowed you to kill people at any time without regard to any reason, as long as you need to."

"Understood, Boss, I have disliked those pretentious CIA agents for a long time."

Ron and Arthur were standing on the overpass next to the station, overlooking everything in the station. While they were chatting, the CIA had already begun to take action and quickly arrested the hooded man who Ross had just pretended to talk to. .

Due to Ross's previous actions, he was misunderstood by the CIA as the person preparing to contact Ross, but they soon realized their mistake.

The CIA agent who had lost his target spread out his men again and began to expand the search area. Ross, who had already talked to Bourne at the door of the bookstore, felt nervous. Just now Bourne had warned him that people from the CIA might send people to kill him. Now he Everyone looks like a killer sent by the CIA.

Under the tension, even the cleaner's action of taking out tools from the cleaning truck was taken as being ready to take out a gun and kill him, so she fled in panic. Bourne shouted his name one after another, but he could not stop her from doing this. Unfounded panic moves.

This kind of panic did not bring her any benefit. In a panic, he fled directly to the gunpoint of the killer arranged by the CIA.

"Bang!" There was a crisp gunshot, a bloody hole appeared on my head, and I fell to the ground.

"FXXK! What the hell!" Bourne tightened his grip on the pistol in his pocket. Before he could even ask the reporter for information about his informant, he had already been killed by the CIA. This was the end of the clues she had finally traced. Broken again.

What's even more disgusting is that CIA agents have now surrounded the station. Judging from the marksmanship with which they just killed the reporter, it seems that there are very powerful masters among them. It seems that it will be a little troublesome to escape today.

Just when Bourne was worried about how to escape, someone suddenly tapped him on the shoulder. Bourne immediately jumped forward as a reflex. Just as he was about to take out his pistol and turn around, the hand that had been holding the gun was struck by someone. Holding it still, a familiar voice sounded in his ears:

"It seems like you need help, Bourne. I didn't expect that after just such a short time apart, you would almost be caught by the CIA again. Should I say that you are riddled with bad luck? Or are you looking for death?"

"Ron?!" Bourne turned around in surprise and hugged Ron: "Why are you here?"

"It's the same reason you showed up here. When I saw your news in the newspaper, I guessed that you would definitely come to this reporter, and I guessed it right."

Do you need to run away now? brother.

"Of course, will you do it my way this time?" Bourne asked tentatively.

"No, it's too boring to run away in the same way all the time. It's time for us to find a new way. Here, take this." Ron handed a small bag to Bourne, who was used to it when he finished. He squeezed it and found a pistol inside. He also had a pistol on his body and looked at Ron in confusion.

"Glock 23, a CIA-specific gun, just got it from those unlucky guys." Ron pointed to the direction of the station they just came out of, and continued to explain: "Maybe you don't know, except for you guys at this station today, In addition, a very interesting and important person happened to be here. What do you think the consequences would be if he was shot by a CIA bullet at the station today?"

"This is a good idea, but how do we convince the people around the big shot that the bullet was fired from the CIA's gun?"

"As long as they catch an unlucky CIA guy on the spot, you have to believe that even the outdated methods of Russian agents can get the information they want from the weak CIA guy."

When Ron spoke, he had a trademark evil smile on his face, which made Bourne shudder reflexively, but fortunately, it was the CIA agents who suffered the most for me.

"All the teams at Waterloo Station are now launching a comprehensive search. Several nearby cameras have not captured Bourne. Bourne must still be near the station now. We will definitely be able to catch him here!"

"Group A, Group B, keep an eye on the two exits of the station, Group C keeps an eye on the bus station, and other groups go inside the station to search."

, one order after another was conveyed to the earphones of the CIA action team, and they immediately launched action.

At the same time, on the newly arrived train, Russian Energy Minister Zheng, who had just visited France, stepped out of the carriage under the protection of his bodyguards. As soon as he stretched, he was pushed to the ground by the strong bodyguard following him: "Be careful! Your Excellency, Minister!"

The Minister of Energy fell to the ground, and before he could rub his bruised knee, I saw two men in hoods suddenly running in front of him, taking out their pistols and aiming at him.

"Bang, bang, bang..." Before the bodyguard had time to react, the two men in hoods had quickly fired a string of bullets, leaving the ground in front of the minister riddled with holes.

"Damn it! Missed!" One of the hooded men threw the empty pistol over in annoyance, picked up his companion and ran away immediately.

"The assassination failed. Group A retreats first, while Group B takes cover! Wait, where are your hoods? Put on your hoods quickly!"

As he spoke, the hooded man threw a handful of hoods of the same style as his own to the CIA agents in suits who were still stunned next to him.