Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"I heard you sent a helper to Hobbes?"

"Yes, that's right, Deckard Shaw, you should be impressed. Among my independent masters, how about the person who is most familiar with Britain? Thirty million, you can't buy it and suffer losses, you can't buy it, and you can't be cheated, but you can buy it. How about giving one for one and getting a top-level agent? Are you happy?"

Ron said on the phone earnestly like a profiteer selling fake and shoddy goods on the street, this call was from an unknown person.

"It can be said that I am very impressed. He is indeed a very capable person, but I still want you to go there in person. You know, this is related to the fate of the whole world. The life of all mankind depends on the three of you. In hand."

"I know, don't worry, I will go there soon, but before that, I believe they will put aside their prejudices and join forces to save the world."

London, CIA Operations Branch, Hobbes finally met the partner Ron arranged for him to cooperate with. Ron was right. His guess was indeed very close, but it was the answer he least wanted.

"Why are you?!" Hobbes said with disgust on his face: "I don't want to work with this guy. I get angry when I see him."

"I don't want it either! This stupid big guy knows how to use his stupid strength to get involved in anything, and he will definitely be ruined, because he has no brain, do you know? Even his head is full of muscles."

…

In an instant, the two exchanged dozens of words, from their looks to their voices, from each other to their family members. The agents nearby looked at the two people who disliked each other, and did not even dare to interrupt, let alone start a fight.

Didn’t you see two people, one carrying a chair and the other pulling a table, ready to start fighting? If you go in at this time, if you become the target of two people's fire, you will definitely die miserably. Fortunately, this situation did not last long.

"OK, it seems that it would be a bit troublesome to ask you to cooperate directly." Ron's voice suddenly came from the office stereo: "How about this, you guys act separately now, whoever gets the traitorous agent back first will win. Sample?"

The two glared at each other and finally stopped, agreeing to Ron's proposal.

On the streets of London, Guan Yuming asked to the side: "Are you sure you don't need to worry about them?"

Beside him, Ron, who was dressed like a ruffian, closed his cell phone, pushed up his sunglasses and shook his head. Less than an hour after Hobbs set off, Ron had already settled everything and boarded with Guan Yuming under false identities. The plane to London arrived only a little later than Hobbs.

"No need, I just need to find someone. I believe they will take care of it," Ron was confident in his two old rivals: "But this time things are not that simple."

"There are several things in the investigation report that I don't understand, so I wanted to take a look for myself."

Ron said this, of course, he also had another meaning, which was to leave Hobbes and the others in the light while he was in the dark, so that it would be more convenient to act in the light and the other in the dark, but it goes without saying this. Guan Yuming, who has started reading Sun Tzu's Art of War after retirement, naturally understands.

"That's it. My old friend helped us buy an hour. If you want to see it, hurry up." Guan Yuming opened the cordon and made a new gesture. This is where the virus was lost.

Within the cordon, except for the corpse, everything remained as it was. The original position of the corpse was replaced by a scene report and photos of the scene. With a little imagination, it would be almost the same as the first scene.

Ron walked around the scene and memorized all the details in his mind. Then he closed his eyes and imitated Sherlock to restore the entire scene in his mind. When he opened his eyes, there was no confusion in his eyes:

"I had doubts before I came here, but now I am finally sure that the traitorous agent must have been wrongly accused."

"Why do you say that?" Guan Yuming also walked around the scene twice, but found nothing, so he couldn't help but asked in confusion.

"First of all, look at this place." Ron led Guan Yuming to the location of the deceased marked with a white line. He picked up the photo of the corpse and the autopsy report and handed them to Guan Yuming: "Look at this person. The cause of his death was actually stabbed by a brick. die?"

"What's wrong with this?"

"Please~ do you know how difficult this is?" Ron patted Lao Guan's shoulder speechlessly: "Use a brick and insert it into the chest. The brick does not have any sharp edges. How did she insert the brick? ? Was she born with great strength, or was the unlucky guy who died born with no bones? "

Guan Yuming suddenly realized: "Do you think she was wronged based on this?"

"Of course it's not just this, there's also this place." Ron pulled Guan Yuming to the back of the truck transporting the virus, holding a photo of the traitorous female agent and placing it on the fist dent in the back door: "This dent is obviously where someone was in the truck. The virus samples were guarded inside, while the person who snatched the virus smashed the door with his fists outside.

If this woman really got the virus, tell me, can you imagine that such a beautiful woman would just give birth to a pair of fists the size of sandbags? Or a woman who is 1.7 meters tall will grow a pair of size 46 feet? "

Ron finally touched the shoe prints on the ground with his feet. The size of the shoes was just about the same as the shoes on his feet, both size 46.

"I can't imagine." Guan Yuming thought hard, but finally gave up and shook his head: "But if she didn't do it, who could have done it?"

"I don't know, but I can roughly deduce what he looks like," Ron took out a tape measure from his pocket and measured the footprints, observed the scene from a critical angle again, and finally spoke again.

"First of all, the perpetrator is a male, about 185cm above and below 190cm. I think it should be around 188cm..."

Guan Yuming was confused: "How did you reason this out?"

"There is a close functional relationship between a person's stride length and height. According to the formula, it is easy to calculate the approximate range. In addition, when a person punches, if he is not attacking a specific target, he is used to hitting a position that is level with his own shoulder. This dent further supports my theory."

Guan Yuming couldn't help but marveled at Ron's reasoning: "What else? Are there any other clues?"

"Also, there should be more than one perpetrator. He also has accomplices. Look at the tire wear marks on the ground over there. They should be caused by at least six motorcycles. And we all know that according to the intelligence provided by MI6, they Only one truck was sent to secretly escort it, so these wear marks could only be caused by the group who planned to steal the virus."

"Wait!" Guan Yuming suddenly heard a question from Ron's words: "What do you mean by someone who plans to steal the virus? Didn't you just say that the female agent was wrongly accused?"

"Guan, these two statements are not contradictory," Ron shrugged and patiently explained: "Think about it, if the guys who plan to steal the virus have stolen the virus, why bother to pin all the charges on an innocent person? Agents? If they want to get something, directly threatening them with viruses would be a more effective method."

"So I concluded that they must not have grabbed the virus. The virus should still be in the hands of the wronged agent. That's why they framed her as a betrayer, leaving her without the help of her original companions and falling into an isolated state. Only in this way will it be more convenient for them to seize the virus again."

"Of course, these reasonings are not difficult. If Mr. hiding there to watch the theater doesn't have any special purpose, I think with his wisdom, he will be able to figure it out. Am I right? Mycroft?"

Ron said, looking at the debris piled next to him.

Bang bang bang ~ After sparse applause, a British gentleman appeared from behind the debris, holding an umbrella under his arm and applauding.

"WOW, WOW, WOW~ What a wonderful reasoning, Mr. Cooper." Mycroft looked at Ron appreciatively, as if he had never known him: "Sherlock's evaluation of you is really his greatest Mistake, for a moment just now, I thought it was my unlovable brother who was reasoning.

Tell me, who is the real you, the American cowboy who does what he says or the detective who thinks carefully? "

The flickering streetlights reflected bright and dark light on Mycroft's profile. For some reason, Guan Yuming suddenly thought of the venomous snakes he had seen on the battlefield in Vietnam, and he couldn't help but touch his pistol.

"Who is he?" Guan Yuming asked in Chinese.

"Just a self-righteous ghost." Ron replied also in Chinese.

"Ahem," Mycroft coughed awkwardly, and under the astonished gazes of Ron and Guan Yuming, he actually spoke in Chinese as well: "I don't think speaking ill of others in person is what a gentleman should do. Besides, since From the perspective of your subordinates, you and I should both be considered members of the Ghost Guy. Ron, you haven’t answered my question yet? Which one is the real you?"

At the end of the sentence, Mycroft's viper-like eyes struck Ron again.

"Of course it's a cowboy, but I've been bored recently and read some of your brother's tweets. Although no one pays attention to it, we all know that the things he writes are real useful information for practitioners. wrong?"

Ron Hao looked directly into Mycroft's eyes without fear: "In contrast, I want to know how a lie that can be seen through so easily will be delivered to allies in a certain way by an intelligence agency like MI6. "

"Or, can I believe now that there will be five hundred swordsmen ambushing outside this alley, waiting for you to win a cup and then come in and catch us all?"

Ron was a little surprised that Mycroft could also speak Chinese. However, since everyone was speaking Chinese now, Ron simply used a Chinese allusion to make an analogy. Ron didn't believe that the other party would not understand.

"No, you misunderstood," Mycroft shook his head: "If I really planned to kill you, I wouldn't show up at all. Even if you don't have confidence in me as a person, you should have confidence in your skills. A 0.119 second library Mr. Po."

"0.119 seconds?"

Guan Yuming looked at Ron in confusion, and Ron quickly said unhappily before he could move his gaze downwards: "Please add an attribution before 0.119 seconds, the holder of the world's fastest gun-drawing shooting record, thank you, otherwise others will I thought I wasn’t capable in that area.”

"Ahem..." Mycroft almost choked on his own saliva this time: "I'm not here to tell you this. I'm just telling you that the matter this time is very complicated, although logically I should give it to you. Offered some help, but limited by MI6 being penetrated like a sieve, I couldn't be of any help this time.

In addition, I would like to give you a piece of advice. Don’t trust anyone until everything is resolved. The enemy this time is far more powerful than you think. "

"Of course I know, Aideen, right?" Ron shrugged easily: "It's just a brainwashed cult, why do you all treat them like Voldemort, and don't even dare to mention their names? "

"Okay, it seems you know, then my mission is completed." MacVe glanced at Ron with a complex expression, took out an envelope from his pocket and put it on the glove box: "This is in my personal name. The greatest assistance I can offer you, goodbye.”

After saying that, Mycroft held up his umbrella, walked into the alley without looking back, and disappeared in the night.

"Why are you holding an umbrella even though it's not raining? Why does this person look so confused? What does he mean?" Guan Yuming said that he was old and really couldn't understand.

"It's nothing, it's just that a politician can't bear to see the largest purge in human history happen, and on the other hand he doesn't want to offend the wealthy people who can manipulate the election results."

As for holding an umbrella, it is nothing more than using the umbrella to cover up the fact that you have been there from the camera lens.

Ron spat disdainfully and opened the envelope: "But the things he left behind might actually come in handy."

While Ron and Mycroft were having this unplanned meeting, Hobbes and Deckard had different gains.

After Deckard Shaw discovered that the defecting agent was his sister, he directly found his sister's residence, but there was no one in the residence. There were only traps left by his sister and the waiting MI6 agents. Deckard spent a lot of time trying to find the place where his sister lived. Just got away.

The progress on Hobbs's side was even more gratifying. He actually directly found the defecting agent himself!

"Many dangerous people are looking for you." Hobbes stopped her at a street intersection.

"So are you one of them?"

"It depends on what will happen in the next thirty seconds?" Hobbes walked up to the woman: "Choose a method first? Are you going to use literature or force?"

"This is really a difficult choice. I need to think about it carefully," the woman said with a thoughtful look. Just when Hobbs relaxed his vigilance, the woman suddenly picked up the motorcycle helmet next to him and swung it on Hobbs' head.

"DUANG~" Hobbes was hit on the head.

The woman succeeded with one blow, and without waiting for Hobbes to react, she immediately hit the helmet from bottom to top again. This time, her target was Hobbes's key organ.

"DUANG~"

"Ah!" Hobbes screamed.

"Eh~ It looks really painful." Ron, who was observing with a telescope in the attic in the distance, couldn't help but feel for Hobbes: "I really don't know if his poor caterpillar can still be used at this time. ?”

"BOSS, don't we need to help?" Guan Yuming asked worriedly.

"No, not at all, it's just a woman. The big guy will take care of her. What we need to worry about is tomorrow. Believe me, as long as Hobbes brings her to the CIA branch, they will be attacked immediately. We will Just take action.”