Daily life of an American TV drama agent

In the NSA branch building opposite, there was a burst of gunfire like exploding beans, and an arrogant militant even fired a bunch of bullets into the cafe across the road.

But looking at the way he held the gun and his casual attitude, it didn't take much to know that he couldn't hit even one with his gun, so Ron and Chris didn't move and just sat there, but the customers of other cafes around them But he immediately lay down on the ground with his head in his hands very skillfully.

The movements are so skillful that it makes people feel distressed.

"FXXK! It seems that things are not as simple as we thought. Maybe we need some help inside. Chris, you are here to support. If they have reinforcements again, don't ask me, just open fire."

With that said, Ron took off his coat to reveal the holster inside, and walked towards the NSA branch building.

"This document mentioned that you had a special interest in the Cold War. We all know that you stayed in the Soviet Union for a long time at that time, so I want to know how much you know about Operation Nightshade?"

The investigator who had been beaten violently by Ron sat face to face with Frank and asked, pointing to the documents on the table. Frank's hands had been handcuffed, and out of Ron's sight, the investigator finally dared to put handcuffs on him.

"I really don't know anything. If you have read the mission file, you should know that my mission is just to escort someone to a certain place. What can I know? You should ask me to issue the mission. People, what do they want us to do?”

Frank said confidently. The investigator was a little annoyed. He was about to say something, but there was a strange sound in his ears. He couldn't help but wonder: "What is this sound?"

"The 5.56mm AR rifle, equipped with a silencer, is almost two hundred yards away from us. If your men weren't practicing shooting outside, I think you should be ready to run away."

"Keep an eye on him!" The investigator stood up and walked towards the door of the interrogation room. Before leaving, he told one of his subordinates to keep an eye on Frank, but Frank just glanced at his rookie with contempt and said unhurriedly. : "There are only a hundred yards left. They are here to kill us. Please help me open the handcuffs."

"But I can't do that!"

"The key is in your hand, right?" The gunshots outside became more and more intense. The rookie tightened his grip on the gun nervously. Frank continued to put pressure on him: "It's fifty yards. If you don't open the handcuffs, we will both have to do it." die."

The gunshots and screams outside were getting closer and closer. Under Frank's repeated urging, the rookie's psychological defense finally collapsed and he took out the key, but his trembling hands could not insert the key into the hole.

Frank cursed secretly and hurriedly leaned on the table: "FXXK! It's too late!"

Sure enough, the next second, the door of the interrogation room was kicked open and the "click-click" bullets immediately beat the rookie into sieves. The flaxen-haired man that Ron and Chris saw at the door before, Damakin. Daodi pushed away the rookie's body and sat across from Frank.

"Frank Moses, you were my idol during my promotion, but as time goes by, no one can stand it, right? Frank."

"Who are you?"

"Me?" The flaxen-haired man smiled: "I am just sent by the government to obtain intelligence, and I have the right to use necessary torture methods. If you don't speak, Sarah will suffer."

The other party was obviously different from the NSA rookies just now. He had done his homework in advance and knew where Frank's weaknesses were: "By the way, talking about Sarah, I like to watch her lying in the bathtub and shaving her legs while taking a bath. It reminded me of the mercenaries I encountered in Africa."

"They skinned people alive, big live people, just to force them to talk. Do you know where they started skinning them? It happened to be the ankles, just like your favorite Sarah."

While he was talking, he kept paying attention to the changes in Frank's micro-expressions. Agents generally received professional expression management training, but micro-expressions cannot be hidden no matter how hard they are. He noticed the crow's feet at the corners of Frank's eyes. Give it a quick squeeze when peeling.

He was moved! In other words, he is going to succeed!

The flaxen-haired man laughed wildly and sat directly on the table in front of Frank: "So, either you tell me the information I want, or I pull off a layer of skin from your woman from head to toe. What do you think?"

However, unlike what he expected, Frank cried and begged him for mercy. Instead of showing any fear or worry, Frank spread his hands easily.

"If you are willing, you can give it a try. Although you said that you used me as your idol in your promotion experience, I don't remember that when I was young, I couldn't even learn basic agent knowledge."

"What do you mean?" The flaxen-haired man felt a little confused, but he couldn't figure out what went wrong.

"Okay, since you regard me as your idol, let me teach you one last lesson: When collecting intelligence, agents should not just pay attention to the target person themselves, but also investigate the target's environment to see if there are any powerful people in it. Other forces, and in front of this powerful third party, what you do will make it do."

As he spoke, Frank's face seemed to be coated with a layer of holy light. The man immediately shook his head, but he could still see the light on Frank's face. Only then did he finally realize that something was wrong.

That's not holy light at all, it's the light reflected from the sniper scope! From this angle, the sniper is upstairs opposite!

"Get down!" the flaxen-haired man yelled and immediately threw himself under the table, but his subordinates did not have such a fast reaction speed and were still helplessly looking for the source of danger. "Bang, bang, bang." "Two shots were fired very close to each other, but with obviously different sounds.

One of his men's head was beaten into a pulp.

The subordinates were all wondering, did the second shot of the sniper make a mistake?

But the man lying under the table was sweating all over his face, because he knew that the sniper outside the window actually only fired one shot, and the other shot came from outside the door. Where they entered, if nothing unexpected happened, they would be fired immediately. There will be other shots fired.

Sure enough, after the second slightly weaker gunshot, five more gunshots rang out outside the door, followed by five sounds of bodies falling to the ground. In less than a minute, he left The six men who were guarding the door were all killed!

"FXXK!" A subordinate who had long been familiar with the outside stood up angrily, holding a rifle and preparing to avenge his colleagues.

"Come back here! Then lie down and lie down! There is still... outside the window..."

"Bang!" The head of the man who had just stood up exploded like a watermelon dropped to the ground. Only then did the flaxen-haired man finish the next few words: "There are snipers outside!"

The large window of the interrogation room has now become a natural target for snipers. With Barrett, Chris nailed everyone in the room to death. As long as anyone stood up, he could kill him immediately.

Ron's footsteps getting closer and closer outside also gave the man a bad feeling. He could kill six of his subordinates easily. He was definitely not a weakling who could be easily dealt with. He was now being double-teamed. In the middle, caught in a dilemma.

This situation reminded him of a legend about Los Angeles that a colleague once jokingly told him before setting off: "Now all order in Los Angeles is completely controlled by an IRS tax officer in the Finance Department. If you plan to work there, you still have to do it." It’s better to say hello in advance.”

At that time, he still scoffed. Are you kidding me? Aren't you asking for military expenses? When did the Ministry of National Defense need to discuss matters with the Finance Department in advance? Besides, when did the Finance Department produce top agents? It’s almost enough to produce a top accountant.

Looking at it now, it all turns out to be true.

"People inside, listen, you have been surrounded~" Ron walked to the door, and was not in a hurry to enter. He shouted inside: "Put down your weapons and surrender now, and I might be able to let you live."

surrender? Isn't that a loss? The man looked around. The cowardice on the faces of his men made him lose confidence. It wasn't until he saw Frank sitting in the middle that he regained a glimmer of hope.

"I have a hostage on my hands. If you come in, I will kill him immediately! Get your sniper out!" The flaxen-haired man immediately made a move to turn against the host, but before he could do it, he felt proud of his little wit. Ron shouted again outside, which made him feel cold all of a sudden.

"What? Do you have a hostage? Whose hostage? What are you doing to me?" Ron asked: "You said you have a hostage when you have one? How do I know if your hostage is someone pretending to be one of your own?" ? Anyway, my mission is just to kill the terrorists who invaded the NSA, as for the hostages?"

"If you really have it, just treat it as normal wear and tear during the execution of the mission!"

After Ron finished speaking, he couldn't stop snickering in his heart. He had already figured it out. Even if everyone on the other side died in battle, there would still be no trace of Frank.

Although he didn't know the identity of this group of people, Ron was sure that the reason why this group of people dared to brazenly rush into the NSA branch to snatch Frank was not because of his age or because he didn't take a shower.

Their purpose is simple, they are also here for Nightshade, so Frank must stay alive before they get the information they want.

But the problem is that the flaxen-haired men inside don’t know! For a moment, he had the urge to give Frank a gun and fight together when he met the Russian anti-terrorism force.

But fortunately he endured it. Frank returned to his old age. After all, he was a legend of the CIA. He was not arrogant enough to think that he could still survive when the other party had a gun in his hand, especially when he just took it. After Frank's lover threatened.

The scene suddenly became stalemate, but the stalemate did not last long. The flaxen-haired man raised his head and said viciously to Frank: "Wait for me, I will definitely come to you again!"

After saying that, he took out two smoke bombs from his waist, pulled out the safety and threw them on the ground. Immediately, the interrogation room was filled with smoke.

At the same time, several more smoke bombs were thrown out of the window, and the smoke created by the multiple smoke bombs just obscured the window on the second floor of the interrogation room.

Ron felt something was wrong, and was about to break in, but the door opened by itself, and two round objects were thrown out. Although there was a certain probability that the objects were still smoke bombs, Ron didn't want to risk his life, so he decided to Quickly duck behind a wall.

"boom!"

Violent sparks filled the corridors of the building, and it turned out that it was right not to take a gamble.

Now, whether he throws a grenade into the room or shoots inside, there is a certain probability of hurting Frank, so Ron can only wait quietly until the smoke clears and only Frank is left inside, then Ron goes in and shoots Break the chain of the handcuffs.

"Oh, BOSS, you're here too. I thought I was the one here to save him this time." Before Ron could speak, another familiar figure jumped out of the door.

"Marvin, you're not dead? I clearly saw your body." Ron frowned. This time, he himself was confused.

"I knew it! You pretended to be dead again!" Frank gave Marvin a punch with an expression that showed he had known this all along: "I lied to you again!"

"Frank, I was so touched that you cried at my funeral."

"OK, OK," Ron walked up to his two subordinates: "If there is anything we can discuss later, the most urgent thing to do now is to leave this hellish place immediately. I have a hunch that you are in big trouble. Even if Even if the NSA people are here, they won’t let you leave easily.”

Judging from the current situation, Ron no longer knows how many forces are involved in this big trouble, but according to the NSA's habit, it is inevitable that they will have a fight after they come, and wrangling can't solve anything. Yes.

Ron simply asked Chris to go back first, and he followed Frank to see if there were any clues.

Outside, Marvin had already prepared a car, and to Ron's surprise, Frank's girlfriend Sarah was also in the car.

"Hey, did you make a mistake? Should we go investigate the Nightshade Project now, or should we accompany you and Sarah on a secret moon?" Ron complained unhappily. He had always felt that Sarah, this woman, was a trouble.

"Frank, can you let her go home? I guarantee she will be safe. Bring this oil bottle. We will have to dedicate one person to protect her when the time comes. It will be too troublesome."

"I'm not a dragster! I'm not a porcelain doll who needs protection from others! I can also help. Forget it, just wait and see. I will definitely impress you, but before that, I don't want to talk to you anymore. Yeah!" Sarah turned her head angrily.

Frank reluctantly spread his hands and compromised: "Okay, let's take her with us first and find an opportunity to bring her back later, okay?"

"Get in the car!" Ron had no choice but to get in the car.

There was nothing we could do without getting in the car. On the road outside, the sound of sirens was getting closer and closer, and NSA support was arriving. Before they could get a formal conclusion, it was definitely not a good thing for Ron to be discovered by them.

Although Ron is not afraid of the NSA, the NSA's highest anti-terrorism authority is enough to cause him some unnecessary trouble.

"Let's go and let me know what you found out on the way, Marvin."