Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"I think, first of all, we should clean up the underworld. It doesn't matter whether those scumbags are involved in this matter or not. It doesn't matter whether they know about it or not. What's important is to let them know what will happen if they piss us off."

Arthur said coldly. Andy didn't know much about this, and he couldn't bear to say: "Are you really going to do this? Is it too much?"

"Too much? Of course not. Who do you think they are?" Arthur sneered: "They are not the kind neighbors who live next door to you, nor are they the white-collar elites you meet in the office building. They themselves That’s the criminal, Andy.”

"Robbery, murder, human trafficking, and drug dealing. These people have done all kinds of evil. Only by using more ruthless methods can we truly convince these people. Otherwise, why do you think they should pay us taxes? Is it true? Because you respect the old and love the young?"

As he said that, Arthur glanced at Hank with disdain. Hank was furious, but there was nothing he could do about him.

To be honest, when Hank and Arthur joined Ron's subordinates respectively, they had already started to have trouble dealing with each other. Before the two of them joined, one was a policeman and the other was a killer. Their attributes were naturally conflicting, and their acting styles There is a huge difference in appearance, and basically they have never liked each other.

In fact, Ron would choose to turn a blind eye as long as it was not a healthy competition that undermined each other, because this was a very good thing for the internal atmosphere of a team.

He also learned this from a book called "If you don't lead a team, you can only work until you die".

"That's right. I think we can just follow Arthur's idea and leave this matter to you. However, that's not all I want to say." Ron knocked on the information on the table: "Pay attention. , the location and timing of their robbery would have been impossible without their internal support in this security company, and I still need you to help me solve this problem."

The two people read the information again, and this time they also discovered the anomalies that Ron just mentioned.

"I think we can start by checking the address books of all people with knowledge of the company. I'm not talking about checking the communication information on the mobile phone, but checking the communication records of all communication companies and filtering out valuable information one by one. I I think there will be gains.”

Having just won a victory over Hank, Arthur took the lead and continued talking proudly, but he didn't expect that this time, his idea would not be supported by Ron.

"This plan is listed as an alternative. It is a good method, but it is too slow. There are more than twenty people in the security company and bank who know the transportation time and route, and all their communication information has been screened. It will take at least a few months to do it again. By that time, the person who robbed me of my money would have gone to some Southeast Asian island to enjoy life, and I can't wait that long."

"I have an idea. How about we send an undercover agent into the security company?" Hank stared at Arthur for a long time, then rolled his eyes and realized the plan:

"According to the information, this security company has conducted at least two escort missions every day in the past two weeks, and judging from the frequency of cases that have occurred, they will conduct at least three robberies a week. It seems that they want to take advantage of the recent time to rush more Save some money and prepare to run away."

"So if we can immediately arrange for an undercover agent to come in now, we can be sure that there is a high probability that he will encounter the robbers' actions," Hank said mid-sentence, then thought for a moment:

"No, it shouldn't be one, but two, and it can't be deliberately arranged by someone, because this will arouse the vigilance of the insider. The best way is to let these two people join in through interviews with the security company. In order to not attract attention, it is best not to make the interview results too conspicuous.”

"This method sounds much more reliable than the last one," Ron looked at Andy. He had always been responsible for the investment company's affairs. Andy knew the specific situation better than anyone else: "What are the recruitment criteria for this company's security guards?" Like?"

"The pistol has a 20-meter target and 60 rings or more in ten grabs is enough. There are also some physical fitness tests. I think this is fine for everyone except me, an old person."

Andy answered almost without thinking, and Ron nodded with satisfaction: "Give them two business cards. You go directly to the interview according to the address. Don't give anyone's name. Just say that you saw it online." Come on, I’m optimistic about you.”

"Futong Security Company?" Hank took the business card, casually glanced at the name and said with some surprise: "BOSS, I may not be able to do this job. This guy named Bullet is my former colleague. I still don't know. You know, he’s now starting to do security work.”

"Well, if you can't go, then..."

Ron looked around. Mrs. Smith was pregnant, so the couple took maternity leave together. Deckard Shaw and Owen Shaw were sent to Europe by Ron to investigate clues about Aideen. Chris gave people a A very serious and powerful feeling, not at all suitable for being an undercover agent, Gisele is on vacation in Hawaii.

The old guys in the senior club were all older than the security company's age requirements, so after looking around, Ron was embarrassed to find that he had no one available for him at the moment.

"Okay, I'll go with you this time. Remember, we pretend we don't know each other." Ron sighed helplessly: "Andy, help us arrange two identities."

Early the next morning, Ron and Arthur showed up at the door of Futong Security Company with sore backs. Yesterday afternoon, Andy had used two false identities to help them make an appointment for an interview. After being screened by the security company's personnel, they were a perfect fit. The two required resumes naturally passed the review easily.

Even if Finch checked the social security numbers of these two fake identities, he would not find any flaws, because they are all real social security information, and each official intelligence agency will have several licensed virtual identity information, which can be used to To be used by their undercover agents.

Ron's special operations team, although not large in number, is large enough to assign each person a virtual identity.

"I'm starting to regret it now. I haven't gone to work normally for a long time. If I had known better, I should have asked Chris to come." Ron stretched and complained.

"Just because of Chris' poker face, everyone would think there's something wrong with him. Didn't you tell me not to be too conspicuous? BOSS," Arthur comforted.

"No, I just thought that we don't need to keep both identities so low-key. One can be high-profile to attract attention, and then the low-profile one is responsible for the investigation. So, I will be the high-profile one, understand?"

"No problem, BOSS."

"Don't call me BOSS from now on, shush, someone is coming." Ron made a silent gesture, and the two continued to act like strangers. After a while, a fat man wearing glasses came in.

"Welcome, I am your interviewer, please allow me to briefly introduce myself to you," the fat man shook hands with the two of them in a friendly manner:

“Fortis Security Company specializes in providing armed security services for cash trucks in Los Angeles. Our customers include large retail department stores, vaults, banks, casinos, and marijuana dispensaries. Thanks to President Frank, marijuana has been legalized, and we have started from marijuana dispensaries. Frequently more banknotes are shipped out than the bank..."

"I'm tired of hearing this, almost every security company's business is like this, but I'm more concerned about what the job I'm going to do will be like." Ron said with a deliberately impatient look, which was exactly what he said Just made an appointment with Arthur.

"I'm just going to say this below. We have 12 cash transport trucks. Each vehicle is equipped with three personnel, a driver, a liaison officer, and a guard. Each vehicle transports at least 15 million U.S. dollars every day, so it will cause us not to Please pay attention." The fat man pushed up his glasses: "I don't want to lie to you, this job has certain risks."

"So you will offer a reward commensurate with the risk, right? That's exactly what I need." Ron's eyes glowed with a financial obsession.

"Of course, our remuneration has always been the highest in the same industry." The fat man picked up the two resumes on the table and asked hesitantly: "Are you Metz?"

"No, I'm Arthur Morgan, a fast shooter from Texas." Ron reported the pseudonym on his profile, which was the name of the shooter he admired most from Old Jack, who taught him how to shoot.

"Is it Arthur Morgan?" The fat man opened the second resume: "Your background check is very clean, and your resume in Blackwater is also very dazzling. That company is good, but the nature of our work is a little different. We You don’t need to take the initiative to kill people, you just need to keep an eye on the money being transported, which shouldn’t be difficult for you.”

The fat man walked up to Arthur: "So you are Mace, right?"

"Yes." Arthur's answer was concise and to the point.

"Okay, your information seems to be correct, but I want you to know that not long ago, we just lost several guards. They died in the line of duty, and a civilian also died. What a tragedy."

The fat man said with a sigh. As soon as he finished speaking, a tall and strong man walked into the office and patted the fat man on the shoulder: "OK, thank you, now leave this place to me."

"You are Arthur and Mace, right? From now on, I will call you Y and M, and you can also call me Bullet."

The new man shook hands with them and introduced himself: "Are you ready to start the test? It's not difficult. It's just running, shooting and so on. As long as you reach the passing line of 60 points, you will be ready." The job is available, can we get started?”

Ron thought in his mind that this person must be Hank's former colleague, and of course one of his suspects. So far, including the fat man just now, he has met two people who have access to the escort schedule. figure.

"Of course, we can start at any time. I can't wait." Ron glanced at Arthur casually, and the other party immediately understood the meaning from his eyes and nodded imperceptibly.

Bullets took them both to the training ground.

There are only three tests for armed security personnel. The first obstacle race mainly tests the basic physical fitness. They need to run on a 500-meter track full of various obstacles. This venue is similar to the one used for the Military Games. Species are exactly the same.

The world's fastest record was two minutes and ten seconds. Ron used 80% of his strength to finish the run in two minutes and 20 seconds. He had already broken the entire company's fastest record, causing the onlookers to exclaim and look at Ron with admiration in their eyes.

In a job like this where one could lose one's life at any time, who wouldn't want a very powerful colleague?

Arthur suppressed his strength and ran a time of three minutes and 22 seconds. I can't say how fast he was, but he definitely passed.

The next second item is vehicle driving, which is even easier for Ron. His driving skills come from Toretto, a man who can drive a car so hard that Newton's coffin board can't hold it down.

In just one operation, an ordinary escort vehicle was driven into a F1-like state.

"What a show-off man." Arthur secretly pouted. In this test, he deliberately turned a little late twice, causing the car to scrape the road sign. According to the test standards, he got another just passing score.

Then came the last and most critical test, shooting.

Because I heard that a very awesome new colleague came to the company, almost all the company's security personnel gathered around the shooting range to watch them perform tests.

Arthur secretly shook his head at Ron, meaning that you are already conspicuous enough, so you'd better restrain yourself this time. Ron nodded.

"This is 20 targets, ten shots. You only need to hit 60 rings to pass. This requirement shouldn't be difficult for you, right? You look like Superman. I guess you are also famous in your original company. Guy right?”

"Of course." Ron raised his head proudly.

"Those bad boys started a bet. I bought you for more than 90 rings. Don't let me down." Bullet patted Ron on the shoulder and handed him a pistol.

Ron got the gun and checked the pistol first. It was a fifth-generation Glock 17 pistol. It used a polymer sleeve to make it lighter. Ron raised his hand to aim at the target.

"Bang bang bang..."

With almost no hesitation, he emptied all 10 bullets in the gun in one go. But this result...

Bullet frowned. Ron's ten shots added up to only 79 rings. Although this score was passing, compared to Ron's amazing performance just now, it can only be said to be somewhat satisfactory.

"Losed, lost, I thought he would be more accurate."

"That is to say, I was just like Superman just now, but I didn't expect that my marksmanship would be so different."

"It's not much worse, right? This score is already better than yours."

"But he just..."

There were sounds of annoyance from the security personnel who were watching. Apparently, they had all bet that Ron would do well.

"It's okay, I guess you haven't practiced for a long time, right? Trust me, here, you will get back your feelings soon." Bullet patted Ron's back to comfort him.