Daily life of an American TV drama agent

A small missile was fired from the roof of the building, targeting the president's helicopter. If Mike could see the label on the missile clearly, he would immediately recognize that it was a Stinger missile produced in the United States.

Using American weapons to kill the President of the United States is a really good idea, and Ron would definitely appreciate it if he knew about it.

But it's a pity that Ron is not on the helicopter now, and even if he is, it will be of no use. Mike and the others will have to face this big crisis independently.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

The helicopter spread the decoy bombs while climbing quickly. The Stinger missile was attracted by the heat of the decoy bombs, changed its target, and plunged into the nearby building.

But this is not over yet. Of course, it is impossible for the terrorists to place just one missile on the roof of the building. Immediately, the second and third missiles were fired from different roofs. Their targets were all the same, these three missiles in the sky. An American helicopter...

On the other side, on the streets of London as it was getting late, the street lights that had just turned on suddenly went out. The team that was walking along the outer wall of an old house froze and stopped.

"Wait a minute, everyone is on alert! Something seems a little wrong, Captain Cooper. The street lights are out. Is there a trap set by terrorists ahead?" the older detective asked cautiously.

Ron looked around, shook his head and said, "No, I think it's just a power outage."

"Power outage? But the power supply in London has always been stable. I lived in London for three years when I was studying, and there was never a power outage in London during those three years."

"Put yourself in my shoes, sir, what would you do if you were a terrorist? Of course, the power would be cut off, understand?" Ron said helplessly: "No matter how many years they have penetrated the UK, or how many arrangements they have made in London, I don’t think there are as many manpower as the army, so using the panic caused by the power outage to make residents run around and then blending in yourself is the best option.”

"Because no matter how tough-minded politicians are now, they cannot bear the responsibility of ordering fire on civilians. Therefore, from now on, I think London will be plunged into chaos for a long time."

"Then what should we do? Should we get some flashlights?" the young agent suggested, pointing to the shop on the roadside. Everyone's eyes lit up, and when they were about to take action, Ron stopped them.

"No, no, no, do you know where we are now? This is London, the capital of the United Kingdom! Every move we make represents the face of the United States. Think about it, what if the camera in that store happens to have spare batteries? ?”

Ron said, while calmly pretending to take out an Arab headscarf from the system space and put it on his head. Then he picked up a trash can on the roadside and threw it at the clothing store next to it.

"Wow~"

The window glass of the clothing store was broken to the ground. Not long after Ron entered, he came out with a pile of women's clothes and threw them on the ground: "Now, I give you five minutes, no matter what method you use, dress yourself up like an Arab, and then... Steal him from me!"

"Yes, sir!"

Five minutes later, the terrorists guarding the road from the city to the airport were attacked by a group of guys who looked more like terrorists than them.

"Stop! We are brothers! Brothers! Don't shoot!"

The terrorists shouted loudly in Arabic, but no matter how the terrorists shouted, the group seemed not to hear them and continued to shoot, and soon they were all wiped out.

By now, they had fought their way out of London, and the airport where Air Force One was parked was right in front of them.

"Great, we finally got out, God bless!" Several young agents cheered wildly, but the older ones frowned, and they looked at Ron together.

"I'm sorry, you're too happy too early. We need to go back again." Ron said to a few young people across several old agents.

"Why? Haven't we already come out?"

"Yes, we fought our way out, but the president is still in London. We must go back and rescue Mr. President."

"How do you know the president is still in London before we arrive at the airport?" the young agent was puzzled.

"Silly boy, think about it. The president is with Mike. Mike will never forget that protecting the president is the top priority. If he had escorted the president over, the plane should have taken off and wouldn't be waiting for us at all. It's necessary." Another old agent patted the young man on the head and said.

Ron nodded: "Yes, it seems that Mike has encountered some trouble. We can only go back one more time. Everything is voluntary. Does anyone want to stay here?"

Ron looked around, but no one chose to stay. He nodded with satisfaction: "OK, since everyone has decided to follow me, let's set off now."

On the other side, the door of the helicopter shot down by terrorists was suddenly kicked open from the inside.

"Everything is safe, are you okay? Mr. President." Mike was still vigilant and after making sure everything was safe, he pulled the president out of the helicopter.

At the last moment when the plane crashed, Mike tried his best to put the escape airbag on the president. As a result, only he and the president survived on the entire plane.

"Fortunately, I have nothing to do. What should we do now? Should we wait here for someone to pick us up?"

"I'm afraid no one will come again," Nike glanced at the president, whose walkie-talkie could only emit noise: "Now we can only use it for walking. I hope you happened to be wearing a pair of light shoes. Do you exercise regularly? ?”

"Of course, I run on the treadmill for half an hour every day." The president nodded.

"This is best." Without saying a word, Mike pulled the president into the nearby woods.

"I really don't know how they did it, London turned into this."

"This only shows that there are people from them in the British officialdom. These people are very professional and are not country bumpkins."

The president looked around blankly, and suddenly an idea flashed: "We should go to the embassy now. The people in the embassy will definitely protect us!"

"That's exactly what they wanted. I dare say there must be their trap there." Mike shook his head and thought for a moment: "There is an MI6 safe house nearby. There are acquaintances of mine there. Let's go hide there for a while. , how about waiting for the storm to pass and then finding a way to evacuate?"

"Are the people there trustworthy?" the president asked worriedly. He was already frightened by the London police's crotch-stretching performance.

"Mr. President, the only person you can trust now is me, understand? I trust her. Come on, let's go to the safe house quickly, and then we can have a good rest."