Daily life of an American TV drama agent

However, before the car started, the small road was blocked by a police car at the intersection.

The person who got out of the police car was none other than Hobbes. He pointed his pistol at Ron as if facing a powerful enemy: "Ron, get out of the car quickly and hand over Frank and Marvin! They are now America’s Most Wanted!”

"It came so fast~" Ron curled his lips and stuck his head out of the car window: "Hey, please look carefully, Sheriff, they are the ones who keep their word. I was kidnapped~"

The corner of Hobbs' mouth twitched, I believe you, you were kidnapped? Or by two bad old men? Are you kidding me? I might as well believe that the Kardashians are all virgins!

"Really, I'm really being hijacked. Get out of the way, or they'll blow up the bomb on me~" Marvin cooperated and put the gun on Ron's head: "BOOM, we'll all be gone, don't Suspicion, while we haven’t lived enough yet, they have.”

As he said that, Ron pointed to his chest. Hobbs looked and saw that there was something vaguely like a timer there. Could it be true?

Hobbs was confused, but after all, he was still worried that he had the upper hand. He gritted his teeth and waved his hands to order his men to get out of the way. Frank drove past them without any danger, and Sarah in the back even had time to make a face at him. .

"I have to say that Hobbes is still as stupid as ever~"

After the car drove out of the city and there was no one following him, Ron put the bomb timer that Hobbs had just seen back to the front. It was just a car clock: "Okay, Marvin, I know you're cheating." There must be a reason for your death. Maybe you have more clues than we know now. Is there anything particularly noteworthy?"

"Four days ago, someone published a document online saying that the two of us participated in the Operation Nightshade in 1979."

"So those people have been chasing you for that action that you don't even know what it is?" Sarah asked with eyes full of stars.

Ron felt that this woman looked like she was seriously ill. When other women heard about such a terrifying thing, their first reaction was not fear, but excitement.

Now Ron finally understands why this girl keeps dating Frank, an old boyfriend who is old enough to be her grandfather. She has a character who is afraid of chaos in the world when it comes to love?

From this point of view, there is really no man more suitable for her than Frank, the retired legendary agent.

"Listen, honey, you'd better hide and don't let me know where you are." Frank still wanted to persuade Sarah to go back. On this point, he and Ron coincided with each other.

"No, I'm not going anywhere. I don't intend to leave you and hide alone. Are you planning to secretly save the world and pick up two sexy little black girls?"

"How is it possible? Who taught you this?"

"He," Sarah pointed at Ron: "He is your boss. Gizelle told me that every time he goes out, he almost always messes with other women, so I must keep an eye on you this time."

Frank turned back in shock and looked at Ron. He never expected that the backstab this time came from his boss. Ron could only spread his hands and give an innocent look in return.

"Those girls all came here by themselves, do you blame me?" Just as he was talking, there was a vibration in the trunk of the car, and Ron frowned: "Marvin, who else did you put in the trunk?"

"A senior officer of the Ministry of National Defense manages the files of various operations. He must know something. I have been dealing with him for a day."

"How did you do it?" Ron had a lot of experience when it came to forcing confessions.

"A few tablets of LSD and a bunch of little mice, but he still didn't say anything. I was about to use some more violent methods on him, such as smashing his fingers with a hammer."

Ron shook his head: "This method is too crude and ineffective. I can teach you some more useful methods. For example, you can try to find inspiration from foreign TV series."

"for example?"

"Like this." Marvin parked the car on the side of the road, and Ron took the officer out of the trunk: "Hold his hand and don't let him move. You see, it won't cost much." The strength and pain are more than ten times that of using a hammer directly."

Marvin followed Ron's instructions and held the officer's hand tightly. Ron took out toothpicks one by one and inserted them one by one along the gaps between his fingernails. Each time a toothpick was inserted, the officer let out a shrill scream.

"Stop! Stop! Stop! Please, don't do this again! I'll say anything!" The fingers were connected to the heart, and the pain between the nails was even worse. The officer just inserted the fourth finger. Unable to resist the tears, I resorted to the move.

"Can you really guarantee that everything you say now is the truth? I don't have the patience to play a game of truth and lies with you?" Ron stared at the toothpick with a dangerous look: "Look, you still have Six fingers, if you haven't thought about it yet, how about we use them up first and you tell me later? If you use up your fingers, I guess your toes can be used more or less."

"Please don't!" the officer shouted in horror: "You ask now, I guarantee that whatever you ask, I will tell the truth!"

"It's so boring, I thought I could have some fun today~" Ross put the toothpick back into the box unhappily: "Tell me about the Nightshade Project, what exactly is it."

"This..." The officer struggled again, and Ron immediately took out the toothpick again. He was so frightened that he quickly shouted: "No! I say, I say! That was an action plan privately designed by an American general during the Cold War. Pre-emptive measures against the Soviet Union.”

"That's all?" This answer obviously didn't satisfy Ron, and he once again grabbed the officer's intact finger.

"I'm not done yet! At the peak of the Cold War, a heavy nuclear weapon was smuggled to Moscow via diplomatic mail and then disassembled and reassembled. Then the nuclear weapon disappeared. That's all I know!"

"This story is so anticlimactic that it's hardly a complete story. You mean, you lost a nuclear weapon in Moscow? That's it?"

"Also, and also, the person who invented this nuclear weapon is called Edward Bailey! This time I'm done."

"Okay, I roughly know what's going on." Ron slapped a knife on the back of the officer's head and stood up: "I guess they came for the nuclear weapon."

"Nuclear weapons? But there is no shortage of nuclear weapons in the U.S. arsenal."

"That is not an ordinary nuclear weapon. Frank, you have protected Mr. Bailey, and you should have some idea of ​​his genius. I think this thing is extraordinary, but the specifics will be discussed after investigation."

Ron thought of Alex and Bailey's personal information that he had introduced, and combined with what the officer had just said, he had a bold idea in his mind. Bailey might have built a red mercury nuclear bomb, and all those who were chasing Frank The goal may be this!

Of course, he was not just guessing, it was based on what the military officer just said. During the Cold War, things shipped from the United States to the Soviet Union were always subject to the strictest inspection.

In the words of the Soviet Union: "Capitalism is determined to destroy me!"

Routine radiation inspections and the like must be essential, but the thing was still sent over. There are only two possibilities. Either the thing can escape the radiation inspection and pass smoothly, or it is of sufficient size. Small, small enough to be easily brought into the Soviet Union.

The above two types, no matter which one, are enough to attract the admiration of all forces.

"Then where should we go now? Russia?" Sarah asked blankly.

"No, it's France." Ron looked at everyone: "First of all, we need to know who sent the decrypted file, and why did he decrypt it?"

As early as Ron came over, he had arranged for Finch to track down the account that released the decrypted files, and the results showed that it was in France.

Frank's heart moved: "Speaking of France, I think of an old friend who likes to drink red wine, Frog. If there is anyone in France who knows the intelligence of the Cold War, it must be him."

"Frog? Interesting code name, is it because he likes to eat frogs?"

"No, the country obtained poison dart frog venom for a mission and killed more than a thousand KGB agents at once."

At the French airport, four people walked into the hotel booked with fake identities like ordinary tourists. However, as soon as they entered the hotel, they were surrounded by an old woman who still had charm. Ron reflexively wanted to draw his gun. .

But as soon as his hand moved, Marvin pressed it down: "Don't be nervous, BOSS, that is Frank's old acquaintance, Katya Petkovic, a former Soviet KGB agent who is still working for Russia. Their story is It’s a long story, they were young at the time, you know.”

"I understand."

"Hello, Frank, I miss you so much." Sure enough, the other person walked straight to Frank, completely ignoring the others, and kissed him directly, and it was a long, wet kiss.

Sarah exclaimed.

"Well, I thought she was our trouble, but I didn't expect she was just your big trouble," Ron chuckled and teased, "Sarah, your worries are justified."

Sarah was so angry that her hat almost turned green.

This round is Frank's Shura field, but Ron has no interest in participating.

"You old guys take your time and say hello, I'll go around and get out of the way, big guy." Ron walked up to the commander who was blocking him, gave him a rude look, and turned away at the other's moment of hesitation. Pass through the seam.

Now the situation is getting more and more interesting, and the people on the Russian side are also beginning to end.

"Ron, I discovered something interesting. Maybe you won't be able to stay in France for too long and will have to leave again soon." As soon as he left the house, Ron received a call from Finch.

According to the terms of cooperation previously negotiated with Ron: Ron will not interfere with Finch and Reese's heroic activities, and will provide some help when appropriate. Accordingly, Finch will assume all of Ron's online intelligence work. .

Ron once again handed the matter over to Finch and asked him to analyze the IP address of the decrypted file. Now he has made a new discovery.

"Wait a minute, I remember it was you who asked me to come to France. Now you tell me that what I'm looking for is not in France. Mr. Finch, I'm beginning to seriously doubt your sincerity in cooperating with me."

"No, I didn't mean to trick you," Finch said with a hint of exclamation in his tone: "I was deceived. This person is very cunning. He used his mobile phone to proxy to a French server, making people think that the information came from It was sent out in France, but he was actually in London. It’s really incredible. He only used a mobile phone to achieve a high-level information encryption that many hackers can’t do, and it looks like it’s real.”

"Well, I also find it incredible that even you will be tricked. Where is he in London? He won't make another mistake this time, right?"

"It was a mental hospital in London, but I found out from other sources that there was actually a place where MI6 detained special prisoners in this mental hospital. The person who sent the information was a security officer here. I checked Looking at the messages on his mobile phone, I can’t tell what his purpose was in sending this.”

"What's even more puzzling is that this security officer does not belong to MI6. He is just an ordinary staff member of the mental hospital. He even has no reason to know about the Nightshade Plan. He should not know this!"

"CIA, KGB, MI6," Ron said with a playful smile: "It's getting more and more interesting. Mr. Finch, do we want to make a bet?"

"What bet?"

"Betting on the identity of the real person who sent the message, I guess the security guard must not be the person who sent the message." Ron waved and stopped a taxi: "Go to the airport."

"Not necessarily. Maybe his relatives or friends are related to this incident?" Finch expressed his objection: "I am screening the information of his relatives and friends, and I think there will be gains."

"Why don't you check the patient information of the mental hospital? I think it might be more fruitful. I think the person who sent the information is a patient in the mental hospital. Of course, this patient may be a bit special and is not a patient. On the roster.”

"You mean..."

Ron glanced at the driver in front of him and whispered: "Yes, I mean, Dr. Bailey may still be alive."

The trouble between Frank and his old lover didn't know how long it would take. Ron directly sent him a message to separate and let them investigate slowly in France along the previous clues.

Ron plans to go to England alone first. As for Frank? Now that everyone's eyes are on him, it's just a good time to divert attention, Ron thought treacherously.

As for what MI6 is hiding, whether it's nuclear weapons or Dr. Bailey himself, Ron has to decide!

Thinking of this, Ron raised his head and saw Big Ben, the iconic building in London, was in front of him: "London, I'm here again."