Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Joe has an old friend named Frank Moses, who is also a retired old agent. He visited him earlier today. While reminiscing about old times, it also brought about a big trouble, that is, he was being hunted. .

As an agent, it is normal to be hunted after retirement, so almost all agents will continue to train after retirement, and use the connections established when they were agents to transform themselves into middlemen in the underground world. Same role.

Or, they can ensure their own safety by cultivating new successors for their original organizations. However, in order to confirm the loyalty of newcomers, the first task assigned to them by the organization is to kill their teacher.

But Qiao found a unique way. Before he could retire, he found an opportunity to put himself in prison. Through Mian Mianmin's original contacts, he made his stay in prison very comfortable, which can be regarded as creating a new way for agents to retire. .

But Ron scoffed at this trick.

In the final analysis, there is still no trouble caused by strength. If one is strong enough, even if everyone knows that he knows many ulterior secrets, it will make many big figures unable to sleep at night, and there is nothing they can do.

Those who do the best in this regard are regarded as role models by all agents.

Of course, Ron has no ambitions in this area, but with his current strength, it is no problem to become a small capitalist after retirement. At that time, he will become a member of the true masters of this country, and there will be no more People are in trouble with him.

This is a bit far-fetched, let’s talk about Joe.

In short, Moses used his unique method to find Joe after he was released from prison. After the two old men analyzed it, they discovered that several old acquaintances who had died recently had directly or indirectly participated in the Guatemala mission that year. .

"So, after talking for so long, what exactly did you do in Guatemala?" Ron was impatient and interrupted Joe's story to ask directly.

"We were responsible for escorting an agent there, and we don't know anything about the rest. I only remembered it through the dead people investigated by Moses. Almost all of the old guys we performed the mission with at the time were dead."

"Escorting an agent, and you don't know what his mission is? This is a bit interesting, what year was that? Maybe we will have corresponding information in the IRS database."

Ron lifted his chin, the look of interest in his eyes growing stronger.

"It was the fall of 1981. We escorted the agent all the way outside San Benito. Later we heard that everyone in that village was dead." Joe recalled, while Andy was typing on the computer, waiting for Luo When En turned his questioning eyes over, Andy shook his head.

"It's getting more and more interesting now," Ron stood up and walked around the room: "The massacre of the village, such a big thing is not recorded in the IRS archives. Joe, do you remember that after completing the escort mission? Is there anything particularly memorable?"

"there is none left."

"Okay, let's change our thinking. You just said that Moses gave you the fingerprint information of the people who assassinated him. Have you found out their identities?"

"The CIA's South African assassination team is the team that helped create many riots there." Joe's face was solemn.

"It turns out it's them. Relax, they are no longer the feared team before." Ron couldn't help but laugh when he heard the name: "They were wiped out once by the regiment when they were in Afghanistan. Now The manpower is just some newcomers, but to be able to let the CIA dispatch them to carry out the strangulation mission against you is enough to show that the involvement here is not simple."

Unlike ordinary people who get headaches when they encounter trouble, Ron couldn't help but feel embarrassed, and his eyes became brighter and brighter because he knew that behind major events, there must be greater interests involved.

If done correctly, maybe the dream of becoming a small capitalist can be brought forward by a few years.

"Okay, now it seems like this is what happened. Now there are people who want to silence all the people related to the mission in Guatemala. The reason is unknown. They will not give up until they achieve their goal. So, for them, the best thing is The good outcome is that you are dead, right?"

"Yes, that's what it looks like." Qiao nodded with a wry smile.

Ron took a silenced pistol and put it on the head of the prisoner who was still struggling.

"Bang!" There was a blood hole on the prisoner's head, and the lifeless body fell to the ground. Ron didn't feel disgusted, so he got some blood from the body and wiped it on the confused Joe's head, and took out some strange Bottles and jars started to help him dress up.

After playing with it for a while, there was a "bullet hole" on Joe's head that was almost the same as the corpse, which could be faked.

"Now you eat this," Ron took out another capsule and handed it to Joe: "Don't worry, this is not poison. Ten minutes after you eat it, it will make your breathing and heartbeat so weak that you feel like you are dead. Fall into a state of suspended animation and wake up three hours later.”

"Since some people want you to die, why not really die and show them," Ron pouted, and Joe immediately nodded knowingly: "For many things, I believe that hiding in the dark will yield better results than in the open. Convenience, what do you think?”

"That's right." Joe took the capsule from Ron's hand and swallowed it without even water.

"Ron, is there anything else you need our help with?" Guan Yuming asked with concern as he looked at Qiao, who was becoming more and more unconscious.

"Prepare two coffins and take them to the church for burial," Ron looked at Joe who was still asleep and asked: "By the way, where do you think your old buddy will go next after he leaves here? "

"Pensacola, Florida," Joe's voice became weaker and weaker, until it was almost inaudible: "There is another friend of ours there, Marvin Burgess, whom Moses likes for good or bad. Take him with you..."

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Two days later, Pensacola, Florida, although it was still winter, this small city near the equator was still surrounded by warm sunshine, as if winter had never existed.

In this place where everyone is still living in summer, two people in coats look particularly out of place.

"Can we find Marvin Boggs here?" Ron, wrapped in his coat and covering most of his face with his collar, asked: "The information I found said that he died in a fire two years ago. You Are you sure you’re not an old fool?”

The day after Ron's base was attacked, Ron held a funeral for Joe, then handed over all the affairs of the base to Andy, while he and Joe disguised themselves and slipped out.

As Ron expected, after Joe's "body" was left in the church, someone did sneak in and look at his body, but because of Ron's deliberate interruption, he immediately slipped away again.

"Don't worry, Boss, this is his usual method. In my memory, Marvin has died many times, but every time when we need him, he can appear alive again."

Qiao, who also covered most of his face with his coat collar, said confidently: "The last time I corresponded with him, the address was here, in an old house next to the river. He stayed in Vietnam and liked it very much. Live by the river.”

"Let me guess, the way we find him later is that I tell you a bad joke in the woods, and then the third laugh we hear besides us is him, right?"

While talking, Ron had arrived at the place indicated by Joe, parked the boat on the shore, and stepped onto the dock.

"This method worked well in the past, but over the years, Marvin's laughter has become more and more popular, and this method is a little less effective. Have you brought a thermal imaging device? Boss."

Joe looked around the house and found no trace of anyone living there.

"Maybe I have an easier way." Ron took out his phone, turned the camera to selfie mode, turned it upside down, and made a V gesture to the camera.

"Click~" A new selfie is completed.

"Hey, Marvin, I've seen you," Ron yelled into the nearby bushes.

"Be careful boss!"

Before Qiao finished speaking, a figure in camouflage uniform suddenly jumped out of the bushes: "Who sent you to assassinate me!"

The sharp arrows on the modern-style mechanical slaves shone with a strange green light, and they were obviously poisoned, Ron knew. As long as he answers incorrectly, this strong recommendation will shoot through his body immediately.

However, Ron didn't feel any fear at all, because he was younger and his movements were faster than this old guy!

Ron suddenly took a step forward, raised the crossbow arrow in his left hand, and with a "swish" sound, the poisoned sharp arrow shot into the sky.

When the old man in camouflage clothes saw that the crossbow arrow was empty, he immediately threw away the crossbow without hesitation, took it out from his waist, and saw a Nepali dog-legged saber slashed from Ron's waist.

A glimmer of admiration flashed in Lauren's eyes. Not only did he not take a step back, but he faced the direction of the blade. He staggered his feet and made a gorgeous turn, like a ballet dance. His body bypassed the blade and turned directly to the old man.

The left hand that had just pushed the crossbow struck from top to bottom towards the arm holding the knife. Before the old man could use his strength to fight against Ron, Ron's arm immediately moved like a flexible snake. Passed it under the old man's armpits, pressed it along his shoulders and onto his head.

Then Ron just hooked his foot, and the strong old man was pushed to the ground with one hand.

"Relax, old guy. I don't want to kill you. If I want to kill you, one hand is enough. Maybe you were very fierce when you were young, but when you get older, you are indeed no match for me."

"Fart! You brat is cheating! You must be a spy sent by the government, and you want to recapture me and control my mind! I tell you, I will never go back with you even if I die!"

The old man struggled violently under Ron's hand. Ron looked at Joe helplessly, meaning it's your turn to take action.

"Marvin, it's me." Joe took off his windbreaker: "That's my boss. We're here to find you. We have something else to do. I forgot to tell you. Boss, Marvin has been suffering from delusions of being persecuted. You can Let him go first?"

"Of course." Ron said, standing up and touching the old man.

Of course, it's not because he's a pervert, but to confirm whether the old guy has any other weapons. None of these old guys who have been through the battlefield and can survive until retirement are fuel-efficient.

In this regard, he had already suffered enough losses from the old guys in the Suicide Squad.

As a result, after touching it, it turned out to be quite fruitful. In addition to the dog-legged saber that was knocked off by Ron the second time, the old man also had two daggers and a pistol on his body.

"Qiao!" he scolded me with anger on his face: "Have you been brainwashed by the government and started bringing people to deal with me?"

"No, no, no, I'm not brainwashed," Joe raised his hands to indicate that he didn't have any weapons in his hands, and slowly approached Marvin step by step. Marvin stared at Ron defensively, hiding his body from Ron's side. A straight line to the other side of Joe.

If there was any change on Ron's side, he could immediately turn the bridge into a hostage or a shield. Seeing this, Ron had to praise secretly in his heart.

As expected, he was a veteran who survived the Vietnam War. His experience was like no other.

"I never wanted to kill you. We are friends, right? I even saved your life." Joe patted Marvin on the shoulder tentatively, but Marvin did not resist, showing a look of reminiscence.

"Yes, you are right, you are my friend."

"So, can you take the knife away from my balls now?" Joe said helplessly. Ron lowered his head. It turned out that while he was talking, Marvin took out a sharp blade from somewhere and pressed it against Joe's crotch. .

"Hahaha~" Ron couldn't help laughing and laughed: "I hope I never know where his knife was hidden just now. Joe, this old friend of yours is really interesting."

"who is he?!"

Frightened by Ron's voice, Marvin regained his alertness. Joe rolled his eyes helplessly at Ron: "He is my current boss, and he won't kill you. I have encountered some troubles recently. Did Moses come to see you?"

"Moses? No!"

"Well, it seems that even after holding a funeral for you, we are still walking in front of your old friend..." Halfway through Ron's words, the sound of a speedboat motor came from the river, approaching from far away. .

"Someone is coming! Hide quickly!" Marvin shouted and pushed Joe into the grass. Ron was also curious about who was coming, so he squatted in with him.

Soon, another speedboat came to the pier, and an old man and a young woman came out...well, it should be a woman in her thirties.

"Is that your old buddy and his granddaughter?" Ron asked curiously.

"No, that should be his new girlfriend."

Ron looked at the woman in disbelief, then at the bald old man, and couldn't help but give him a thumbs up from the bottom of his heart: "He is really a talent~"

This immediately attracted an angry glare from Marvin: "Hush!"