Daily life of an American TV drama agent

The CIA agent looked at the hood in his hand in shock, and then at the two hooded men who were running away. Before their minds could figure out what happened, the bodyguard's guns were already pointed at them, so they could only follow the training As usual, he reflexively pulled out his pistol, fired at the opponent, and called for support.

"Headquarters! Headquarters! Bourne has helpers. There are more than a dozen of them. Call for support! Call for support!"

As a result, beside the train, the number of people on both sides of the gunfight increased. In the end, the fight started from inside the station to outside the station. It was not until the local police were dispatched that the two parties in the gunfight were brought under control.

Naturally, the Secretary of Energy's bodyguard team had nothing to do and was quickly released, but the CIA agents are worth pondering. Although the United States is an ally of France, France is an independent country after all, and American agents do not act at will in France. power, so these people have become a big trouble for the French police. They can neither arrest nor release them.

But at this moment, these have nothing to do with Ron, because they took the opportunity to sneak out as soon as the war started.

"Huh~ As expected, it's you, Ron. Only you can come up with such a damaging method~" Bourne took off his hood and laughed so hard that he couldn't stand up straight. Because of Ron's wave of tricks, CIA agents and KGB Arrange for the bodyguards of the Minister of Energy to work. These people will not be able to leave the police station for at least three days:

"But you have to be careful. If people find out that you are the one who instigated them to attack the Russian high-level officials, you might be charged with treason in a military court."

"What are they afraid of? Even if they themselves are not afraid of embarrassment, the generals in the Pentagon still think they are embarrassed~ Not to mention, the CIA's recent appearance of eating alone is a bit too ugly, which has caused dissatisfaction among some generals. They will not look for nothing. Damn it, the key now is not them, but you, has your memory recovered?"

"No," Bourne shook his head regretfully: "To be precise, I recalled some fragments, but I wanted to find them all, avenge Mary at the same time, and expose their plan, but now the clues are broken again. , Damn it, did you know? In order to deceive others, they even changed the name of the plan. It is now called Black Rose. I clearly remember that the name of this plan should be a stumbling block!"

Mary is Bourne's girlfriend who was mistakenly killed by a CIA killer before. She has the same name as Ron's mother. This kind of name is very common among Europeans and Americans.

"Maybe this can help you."

Ron threw him a small notebook, and Bourne opened it doubtfully: "What is this?"

"The reporter's notebook just now. When he came out to find you, I stayed in his office for a while. I also have a USB flash drive with all the things I copied from his computer. Maybe it has something you need. s things."

"No, I already know. His informant is in Spain. We are going to Madrid now!" While Ron was still looking for a USB flash drive for Bourne, Bourne had already found clues from his notebook.

"Well, it will be easier this way." Ron no longer cared about the USB flash drive, but instead took out his mobile phone and started booking flights.

At the same time, at the CIA headquarters in the United States, Pamela, the newly appointed head of Black Rose, rushed into her boss's office angrily: "Didn't I agree that I am the person in charge of the Black Rose Project? Why didn't those agents listen to me? Order? Shooting at the station?!"

"Because I am the commander of the operation to capture Bourne." The boss said coldly, in his eyes. Pamela was just the second generation who came to gild his qualifications. He never took Pamela seriously from the beginning. Of course, the face of the other family still had to be taken into account:

"You also know that decisions made in critical moments are always imperfect. Now that it has happened, it is useless to say anything now. It is better to let nature take its course."

"Let nature take its course?" Pamela laughed angrily at this sentence: "If you just kill a reporter who leaked the secret, there is still room for change, but do you know who your people killed? It was Russia. The energy secretary’s bodyguard!”

"So what? It's just Russia. It's no longer the red giant of the Soviet Union. Even if we really kill their energy minister, they can only shout twice and consider themselves unlucky."

When he heard the word "Minister of Energy", his boss finally had a trace of confusion on his face, but in order to maintain his dignity, he still spoke with a stiff neck.

"Well, I hope you can withstand the consequences of this incident. I heard that in order to give the United States some color, Russia has planned to cut off the natural gas supply to the entire Europe. When we go to our European allies, I hope you can still To be as tough as you are now.”

Pamela finished speaking with a sneer, opened the office door, and rushed her men back to the work station like a duck: "Why are you all sitting around with nothing to do? If you have nothing to do, just try your best to find traces of Bourne! Hurry up! By the way, let me check who is the person who helped Bourne escape? This way of diverting trouble to the east is definitely not Bourne's way."

The CIA agents who were still watching the excitement dispersed and began to search for information left by the cameras little by little, centered on the station and radiating around the station. Ron and Byrne had already used the information left by the reporter. , came outside a large house in Madrid, Spain.

"It's such a beautiful place. Does your CIA always choose such a good place every time you set up an intelligence station?" Ron said as he picked the door lock.

There was an inconspicuous sensor on the top of the pried open door. Ron glanced at it and said, "You have three minutes at most. Now start searching for clues you think are useful."

Bourne began to rummage through boxes and cabinets, and Ron was not idle either. He began to set traps such as trip grenades at the door and windows. When Ron finally finished, he turned around and saw Bourne with his head hanging in pain. sit on the floor.

"What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?"

"I'm not uncomfortable, just seeing this, I suddenly remembered some forgotten memories," Bourne handed Ron a photo he had just found, which showed a group photo of two middle-aged men: "Of these two people , I know the guy on the left, he was the person in charge after I joined the Treadstone Project, and all of us were trained by him."

"In other words, you didn't find anything useful, right? Well, even if you didn't find anything, we can't stay here any longer. We have to retreat now."

Ron glanced at the approaching cars below from the window and said simply.

"Why? We just got here."

"Because the other party is coming faster than we expected." Ron closed the curtains, turned a walkie-talkie at maximum volume and threw it into the bathroom. Then, he occupied a magnetic bomb in the upper and lower pipes of the bathroom, and then pulled Bo En hid in the closet together.

Not long after they hid inside, CIA agents rushed outside the room. Shocked by Bourne's reputation, they did not dare to break in directly. Instead, they carefully opened the door lock again, put their pistols in, and then followed suit. They squeezed in together until they were sure it was completely safe. The first agent who came in waved, and then the heavily armed CIA agents behind them filed in and entered the room.

"Why didn't the grenade you arranged go off?" Bourne frowned and asked in a low voice.

"Because I think it's boring to blow up the door. It's too boring," Ron replied equally softly: "Let me show you something interesting."

With a smirk on his face, Ron took out the walkie-talkie and pressed the call button, then flicked the phone twice.

"Boom!"

The sound was amplified several times through the intercom and sounded in the bathroom. Several agents who entered the room were stunned, and then they looked at the bathroom and looked happy.

Bourne is probably hiding inside, and the opportunity to get promoted and make a fortune is right in front of him!

The commander of the special agent team made a tactical gesture, and the team immediately transformed into a fan shape and closed towards the bathroom. One of the team members waited until the encirclement was completed, and at the captain's signal, he stepped forward and stomped on the bathroom door.

The fragile wooden door could not withstand such damage. After an overwhelming sound of shattering, the entire door panel was kicked into the bathroom. At the same time, Ron also smirked and pressed the detonator of the magnetic bomb.

"BOOM!" The upper and lower sewage pipes in the bathroom were exploded at the same time. All kinds of filth, under the action of pressure, spurted out from the pipes, instantly splashing all over the CIA agent.

"FXXK! It really stinks!"

"Devil! Absolutely devil! How could someone use such disgusting methods?"

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While the CIA agents were still cursing, the closet door suddenly opened. Before the panicked agents could turn their guns, the figure that had just emerged from the closet had torn off the wires and threw the other end of the store to the ground.

As if a blue light flashed from the break in the wire, the smelly agents twitched and fell to the ground. This time, they couldn't even curse.

"Hahahaha, have you seen it? Bourne, it's so funny how they are lying on the ground, twitching all over. If it weren't for the dirty things and making it so smelly, I really want to record a video of them and send it to On YOTURE, the name of the video is The Most Awesome Agent in History, and it will definitely turn them into new internet celebrities."

Ron gloated and pointed at the ground with a smile. The agents on the ground had already lost consciousness, but these people were not all the agents in this operation. There was a female agent staying outside the door, taking advantage of Ron to relax. When on alert, he suddenly pulled out a pistol and flashed out of the door.

"No..." As soon as the female agent showed her head, a pistol was pressed against her head.

It turned out that Ron's exaggerated laughter was specifically designed to attract the people who stayed outside.

According to the general operation of the CIA agent team, they usually operate in groups of five. Four people attack, and one person stays behind to watch. Only four people fell on the ground, and naturally one person did not come.

"Tell me, little girl, do you want me to make a hole in your head, or do you want to lie down and play with some of your companions?"

As soon as Ron finished speaking, Bourne stepped over his shoulder from behind and stopped in front of him: "Why are you here?"

"Do you know each other?" Ron looked at the female agent and then at Bourne. The gossipy look in his eyes became more and more intense.

"I was sent here after Operation Berlin." The female agent answered honestly.

"Where is Daniels?" Bourne asked the second question. Daniels is the owner of this house. Ron and Bourne suspect that he is the informant of the dead reporter.

But before the female agent had time to answer, her cell phone rang, and Ron tapped her pocket with the muzzle of his gun, signaling for her to answer the phone.

"How is the operation going over there?" the logistics commander on the phone asked. At Ron's signal, she turned on the voiceover, so Ron and the others could hear.

The female agent weighed the situation and replied: "Everything goes well."

"Okay, but according to the rules, I have to confirm the password." The other person said this, and Ron once again put the muzzle of the gun on the female agent's head.

Ron is not a novice who can be fooled. He knows the passwords of the CIA very well. Under normal circumstances, the CIA operation team will preset two passwords, one of which means everything is normal, and the other means that he is under duress.

When the password needs to be checked, the agent can answer according to his current situation.

Ron put the muzzle of the gun back on, just to remind the female agent that he was aware of their little tricks and let him take care of them.

"sparrow?"

"Everest."

As soon as the female agent finished answering, the person on the other end was really relieved and changed to a slightly older male voice: "Nicole, this is Noah Watson. How long have you been at the scene?"

"I just came in." Nicole didn't forget to look at Ron when she answered, and Ron nodded with satisfaction.

"Where's the rest of your team?"

"They were knocked down, knocked unconscious, but still alive, and the target, Bourne, was nowhere to be seen."

"Show me the situation over there." After hearing the order, Agent Nicole immediately looked at Ron. After Ron nodded, she switched her phone to video mode and focused the camera on the twitching couple lying on the ground. a companion.

"For unknown reasons, they were sprayed by sewage, and then seemed to be electrocuted in the trap. I guess they just came in and didn't know what happened."

"Okay, then it seems that Bourne has run away. We will arrange for Team B to set off immediately. You stay where you are for backup."

"My car is outside. If you want to escape, you can use my car." After hanging up the phone, without waiting for what Ron was saying, Nicole took the initiative to make arrangements for them: "I know where Daniels is, but I don't suggest it. You go look for him, because the CIA people are also looking for him, and you will definitely run into him."

"So what? We bumped into each other. At most we will knock down a few more people," Ron said nonchalantly: "We just want to know the whole truth of the whole plan now to help Bourne regain his memory. If we can get revenge by the way, If so, that would be even better, do you want to join us? I can guarantee your safety."

With that said, Ron extended his hand to Nicole.