Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Nicole stretched out her hands, but did not hold Ron's hand in mid-air. Instead, she turned her head and hugged Bourne. He didn't need to say anything else now. Ron had the answer to all his weird behaviors before.

"So you are Bourne's ex-girlfriend, right? Bourne, do you still have memories?"

Faced with Ron's inquiry, Bourne shook his head in pain. Nicole looked at him with eyes full of nostalgia and reluctance. With Ron's superhuman perception, he felt that this matter was most likely true.

After all, no one would risk being hunted by the CIA to help a defecting agent continue to escape.

"The CIA's support team will be here soon. You can't stay here for long. You guys have to run away immediately and take my car!" Nicole suggested, handing over her car keys again.

Bourne took the key without any hesitation: "We can leave immediately, but I must find out what is Daniels' plan to expose to reporters?"

"Then you need to find Daniels first, but he had already escaped before you guys came. The action team sent this time is to catch you and kill him. There are many of them, and you can't fight them. "Yes." Bourne's ex-girlfriend said worriedly.

"Even so, I must find him, retrieve my memory, and then expose the Treadstone Plan, which is your plan now renamed Black Rose."

Bourne looked at Ron firmly. Just when he was searching the house and saw Daniels' photo, a memory of being trained by Daniels in the past came into his mind. He keenly felt that the key to regaining his memory was this black man. Project Rose.

Following Bourne's gaze, Nicole also looked at Ron with helpless eyes. It was obvious that she wanted Ron to persuade Bourne. Unexpectedly, Ron spread his hands and said, "I think you are unnecessary. , if your goal is only to obtain the contents of this plan and retrieve your memory, why waste your time looking for a former CIA agent who does not know which third world country he has taken refuge in?"

"But if I don't find him, where else can I find out the details of this plan?"

"How about the CIA's Langley headquarters? There. Not only can you get all the contents of the Black Rose Project, but even the original plan files, you can even get some other things if you want."

"How is that possible..." Nicole exclaimed, and just as she was about to argue with Ron, the second CIA car downstairs had arrived, and they could only evacuate this place temporarily.

They drove Nicole's car until they walked to the river, more than 20 kilometers away from Danielsga, and finally stopped.

"Nothing is impossible in this world. Even the CIA headquarters is not impenetrable. Even within your CIA, everyone has their own little thoughts. I even heard that people in various CIA departments don't even know each other. You don’t know him, do you?”

Nicole nodded awkwardly, this was almost an open secret in the CIA, there was no need to hide it.

"So you plan to take advantage of the fact that the CIA doesn't know each other and sneak into their headquarters? But I am now a wanted criminal of the CIA, and all of them will recognize my face." Byrne said worriedly.

"Yes, that's right, but no one said that you can only use this face, right?" Ron patted the stunned Bourne on the shoulder: "I guess they are just training you to be a killer, but there are very few I’m going to teach you high-tech knowledge that has nothing to do with killing, right?”

Bourne nodded awkwardly. In fact, except for his innate talent in anti-tracking, the CIA had never taught her anything else except killing. Even if it was to train him to be anti-tracking, , was also trained to enable him to better evacuate after killing people. Unexpectedly, this became an important weight for Bourne to escape from their control.

"Okay, in your CIA, the IMF team that Ethan is in, they have a machine that can customize a human skin mask that looks like a clothes hanger. We first knock out a CIA agent who is about the same size as you, and then make one for you. Put on her human skin mask and you use his identity to sneak in..."

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"I understand, thank you General, but you don't have to do it too obviously, and it won't be good for the CIA to get the handle. As long as you arrive a little later after receiving the CIA's support call... Okay, thank you General."

Two days later, in Virginia, USA, in an alley near the CIA Langley headquarters, Ron hung up the phone happily: "Okay, everything is done."

Behind him, next to the unconscious CIA agent lying on the ground, Bourne said with a surprised look on his face: "I didn't expect that you even know the senior officers of the Pentagon. What's even more amazing is that they actually agreed to your request. Obviously the CIA is You are one of their own, how did you do it?”

"As I said before, the CIA is not monolithic. In addition, they have offended many people because of their ugly appearance." Ron shrugged: "As for the senior officers of the military, I have always had a relationship with them. Yes, I have a good friend Yuri. She has helped these generals dispose of a lot of second-hand equipment and sell them at scrap metal prices from the military expenses account. Then these newly exhibited weapons will be sold at slightly lower prices. In the hands of African warlords, most of the price difference would go back to the generals, and my dear friend would make only a small portion of the money."

Ron squeezed his eyes and showed an expression that you know. Next to him, a 3D printer that had been running smoothly finally stopped working. The cover opened automatically, revealing a human skin mask that was exactly the same as the unconscious agent on the ground.

This machine was borrowed by Ron specifically from Ethan. Ron took out the mask and put it on Bourne's head. After carefully gluing the gaps, he looked no different from the unlucky guy on the ground. Then Ron took out another mask and put it on himself.

"Remember his password?"

Bourne nodded.

"Then, let's go." Ron recalled the terrain map that Nicole drew for him for the last time in his mind, turned around the corner, and walked towards the CIA headquarters building.

After verifying the instructions at the door, Bourne and the others walked into the CIA without encountering any obstruction along the way.

Due to cooperation with other tasks, Ron had been to this headquarters building countless times and it was very familiar. Bourne felt it was a little strange at first, but as the familiar scenery in front of him came into his eyes one by one, The memories sleeping in his mind began to slowly come back to life.

At first, Ron was still walking in front, but as he walked, it became Bourne in front and Ron following behind. Ron smiled knowingly and said nothing.

As Ron and the others succeeded in infiltrating, Finch also began to take action to hack into the CIA's network and take over all the surveillance cameras in the CIA headquarters building.

In the monitoring room, wherever Ron and the others walked, they were replaced by boring looping shots. No abnormalities could be seen. Even with Ron present, a no-entry maintenance sign was erected at the entrance of the Black Rose Project Operations Department. Monitoring None of the agents in the room felt anything, because the cameras here were also replaced by looping images.

"I know! Bourne must be in Morocco now! The latest information is that Daniels is in Morocco now. You should send assassins there immediately to kill them together!"

The person in charge of the Black Rose Project excitedly looked at the piece of information in his hand and applauded the case, but Pamela, who was sitting opposite him, frowned slightly: "Why do you want to kill Daniels too? He has something in his hand. What is it? Also, what is the Black Rose Plan? You only told me and let me solve the problem, but no one ever told me what this plan is? "

Because of Pamela's anger, her questioning voice was so loud that her voice could be heard outside the office. Ron, who had just walked to the door, couldn't help but stop.

Originally, she was planning to capture the person in charge of the Black Rose Project for interrogation, but now, he suddenly had a better idea.

Giving a signal to Burn, Burnley immediately walked to the back and started to watch for Ron. Ron quietly took out his mobile phone, logged into the YOTURE account that he had just asked for from Fincher, and chose the live broadcast mode.

A live broadcast room called "CIA's Shocking Inside Story" had just appeared on the world's largest video website, and was arranged by an unknown mysterious shareholder (Finch) of the website to push it to the entire site.

"These are not important, the key now is to catch Bourne."

The person in charge ordered guiltily, but Pamela remained unmoved: "If you want to catch Bourne, just tell me the truth, otherwise I can't guarantee that the operations department will cooperate with you well."

The person in charge stared at Pamela hard for a long time, until he found that the other party really showed no signs of softening, he sighed helplessly and said: "The Black Rose Project was a surveillance plan at the beginning, but now he is a protective umbrella, covering our All covert operations, such as intrusions, renditions, and experimental interrogations, are all handled by our department, and now we have very great powers."

As soon as the person in charge said this, the viewers attracted by the live broadcast were shocked and began to ask the authenticity of the matter in the barrage.

"Isn't it? Didn't you just say that the surveillance plan was fake some time ago?"

"I also read it. They were talking about a Russian conspiracy, weren't they? Who can tell me who this old man is?"

"I don't know. Maybe this is another Russian conspiracy?"

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In the live broadcast room, the shocked netizens began to discuss it heatedly, but most people did not believe in the video. Ron was not in a hurry. The most exciting thing was yet to come.

Ron used another mobile phone to log in to another small account and sent the link to the CIA's personnel file to the live broadcast room. In this personnel file, there happened to be information about the person in charge that the netizen just asked.

In an instant, the live broadcast room exploded like a pan of oil dripping with cold water, but the two people being broadcast were still unaware.

"So does this right also include assassination? We assassinated journalists who exposed us at a station in France. Even the Russian Energy Minister was almost killed by our agents."

"When necessary, of course," the person in charge nodded proudly: "This is our special place, we don't need any license, we don't even have to wait for Washington's order to be signed, as long as we think it is detrimental to the United States, the local Or from allies, we can kill whoever we want!"

"Now you know the situation very well and you should know how dangerous it is. We need to kill those who know our details immediately. Daniels is the person in charge of operations in Southern Europe and North Africa. He has all the information. You want this information Will it fall into Bourne’s hands and flow into the market? Then everyone will know what we are doing.”

"But I don't think this is such an emergency," Pamela said hesitantly: "We can use those actions to cover up the security of the United States, right?"

"But what about the drugs? What about the drugs?!" The person in charge stood up excitedly and slammed the table: "What about the drug network that we have established all over the world through the rights granted to us by the plan? Are we going to tell the world that we Is he the biggest drug dealer hiding behind?"

"What?!"

Pamela opened her mouth in surprise. Before she could speak, the door of the office was pushed open, and a strange agent walked in: "He is right, innocent girl. In fact, almost all gangsters have drugs." They all got the goods from the CIA. Over the years, the CIA has occupied almost every ecological niche in the drug market through their original intelligence network.

So this also explains why the United States cannot always ban drugs, because our largest intelligence agency is drug traffickers. "

"Who are you talking to?" the person in charge asked in surprise.

Ron pointed his phone at the person in charge and Pamela: "Of course it's to the audience friends in the live broadcast room, come and say hello to our audience friends."

Something is wrong! This person is definitely not a CIA agent!

This idea appeared in their minds almost at the same time, and they immediately took out their pistols and prepared to kill Ron, but Ron was faster than them.

Before they made any move to grab it, Ron had already let go of the phone and let it fall downwards like a free fall. However, his hands were touching both sides of his waist. There were two of his latest guns stuffed in the holster on his waist. A familiar revolver.

Ron didn't pull out the gun and simply turned off the safety based on his feeling. I grabbed it and flipped it up. The bullet was already out of the chamber before I even pulled out the gun.

"Bang bang!"

Two gunshots rang out, and the pistols in the hands of Pamela and the person in charge were knocked away. At this time, the mobile phone had just fallen to his knees, still some distance from the ground. Ron kicked it with his foot like a shuttlecock. The phone was kicked again to a height parallel to the face, and just fell into Luo En's hand.

This is a rapid-fire marksmanship commonly used by cowboys in the West. This is the first time the person in charge has seen such a marksmanship outside of a movie. A look of horror appeared on his face: "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am? What matters is who I represent." Ron pulled out a revolver, turned it around on his finger very handsomely and then held it: "I now represent the people of the world, Judge you.”