Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Ron sent out a few messages, and some of the most powerful local forces in Los Angeles took action. The agents sent by the NSA to guard the public telephone hall suffered a disaster, and even Uncle Fried Chicken's drug cartel was involved. Kill the agents guarding the public telephones.

Uncle Fried Chicken is a member of the CIA. Although he has no major conflicts with the NSA, at this time, if he doesn't take advantage of it, is he still a human being?

As for revenge?

Everyone knows that the real boss of the NSA is Anonymous. These NSA agents who are going out now are just some restless factions of the NSA. When Anonymous returns, he may still want to say thank you.

After all, during the period when Anonymous Doe disappeared, not only did he not look for anyone, but he actively fought for Zhang's information monitoring terminal. No matter how you look at it, he has the potential to be a rebel.

"We just go in like this and don't worry about anything else? What if NSA agents continue to pursue us? What if they ambush us here? What if..."

At the door of the library, Reese said worriedly, but Ron just waved his hand indifferently: "Don't worry, they have no chance to send pursuers, or in other words, it is not certain whether they can go back alive."

"Are you so confident?"

"Of course I am so confident, because I am the king of Los Angeles, and this is my city!" Ron turned his back to the library, embraced the beautiful city in front of him, and declared domineeringly.

"We'd better go in quickly. If it's later, I'm afraid Finch will have an accident." Reese rolled his eyes and said worriedly.

On the other side, Finch and Gen had already entered the library.

"Los Angeles Municipal Library, I should have known it was a library. It's so like you, Harold." Walking into the library. Gen, couldn't help but admire Finch's taste: "Which phone will he call?"

"That one." Finch pointed to the public phone in the corner of the lobby on the first floor. However, just as they were about to walk over, there was a sound of footsteps in the corridor. NSA agents had arrived, and the two hurriedly hid on the second floor.

"It seems the NSA got there first."

"It doesn't matter. Although they received the message, they couldn't receive the call." Gen's eyes followed the phone line and finally landed on the metal box where several public telephone lines were collected. An idea immediately came to her mind. Formation: "The junction box is over there, Harold. You connect the phone line below to this public phone, and I'll take care of the rest."

"Be careful what you expect. The kind of communication you expect may be different from what you imagine." Finch sat in front of the junction box and issued one last warning.

“It’s not about me, it’s about freeing the machine from the NSA and what you did to it,” Gen muttered like an obsessed believer. “When the phone rings, I’ll answer it, and then you I join forces to find the machine and set it free."

If Ron's faith is his own strength, and Toretto's faith is the V8 engine, Nagen's faith is the omniscient machine created by Finch.

Under normal circumstances, believers will worship the Creator who created the god they believe in as much as they worship their own god. But when it comes to the root, they are a bit entangled, because although Finch created the machine, in order to prevent the machine from being too intelligent, he A series of programs were also used to stifle the possibility of further growth of the machine.

"Bang bang!" Ron killed an NSA agent in the library with a double combo. Then before his companion could react, he immediately rushed forward and ducked behind the pillars in the library hall.

The fellow agent who had been killed had just drawn his pistol and was about to kill Ron, but he didn't expect another figure to flash out of the side door where they entered.

"Bang bang!" Another double combo hit Rise, killing the agent who was about to attack Ron. Well, he successfully attracted other people's attention to himself, and when these people were about to attack Rise, Ron ducked out from behind the pillar again.

"Bang bang!"

The two men fired alternately and covered each other's advance, killing everyone in the corridor in just two minutes.

"Your marksmanship is so bad. If I hadn't happened to read your resume in the CIA, I would have almost doubted whether you were an elite agent." Ron casually shot a shot in the head of the agent that Riser didn't kill, and complained casually. Said: "Your marksmanship has simply deteriorated greatly."

"No, my marksmanship has always been so...be careful!" Riese was about to discuss the issue of marksmanship with Luo En when an agent suddenly appeared from the corner, knocked away Ron's pistol with one punch, and quickly pulled out the dagger with his other hand. Stabbing Ron in the abdomen, Reese quickly shouted a warning.

But I didn't think that his reminder was simply superfluous.

Seeing that the dagger was about to pierce his clothes, Ron reached out and pushed away the hand holding the dagger. Seeing this, the agent quickly used the other hand that had just knocked off Ron's pistol to pinch Ron's neck. But before he could touch Ron's neck, the hand above Ron turned his wrist, wrapped it around his arm and pulled hard.

The agent leaned back hard and tried to pull his hand back, but unexpectedly the strength in Ron's hand suddenly loosened, and the palm that had just pushed away the dagger suddenly turned into a fist.

Just when the agent thought that the fist that was less than ten centimeters away from his stomach couldn't exert much power, he didn't notice that Ron took a half-step forward on his toes and pressed harder on the ground. The force followed Mercedes' legs. The muscles were transmitted to the waist, and were sent forward by the turning movement. In an instant, all the strength of the body was concentrated on this fist.

"Pfft~" The fist hit the agent's stomach, and the agent spat out a large mouthful of blood and flew backwards. Reise quickly took two steps forward to check his breathing.

Completely out of breath, Reise looked at Ron with horror on his face: "Oh my God, you actually killed him with one punch from such a short distance. How did you do it?"

Reese himself is also a master of close combat. He has never seen or heard of Ron's fighting skills.

"Half-step collapse fist, plus a little bit of strength technique, if you have learned some Chinese martial arts, you can do it," Ron tried his best to pretend to be a master, dusting his sleeves Non-existent Dust: "I heard that you also went to China on a mission. I thought you had seen Chinese martial arts."

"I've seen it before," Rise said, with an expression as if he had eaten a fly: "When I was on a mission in China, I met a martial arts master with particularly graceful movements in the park. He was an old man in his 70s. I I asked him for advice and he asked me to punch him."

Ron asked curiously: "Then what?"

"Then our team's total activity fund of 50,000 US dollars was all turned into that old man's medical expenses."

"Hahaha..." Ron smiled unkindly.

Just as the two of them were talking, Gen Probe, who heard the noise on the second floor, saw them and said with envy on his face: "Look, John is chasing you all over the world. You are so loving. I want to have one like this too." pet."

"He's not a pet, he's my companion." Finch continued working without raising his head.

Downstairs, Rise picked up the dead agent's cell phone and discovered that his cell phone had already been connected to the library's surveillance cameras. In the cameras at several doors of the library, a large group of agents who heard gunshots were surrounding them from all directions. The situation is very bad.

"I hope you brought enough bullets, Ron, because there's a bunch of people behind us and we're in big trouble."

"Don't worry, I have a division's worth of equipment with me." Ron patted his pockets confidently.

Reese thought he was bragging or exaggerating. However, only Lorn himself knew that what he said was true. Although a division was a bit exaggerated, the equipment in Ron's personal space was definitely more than enough to arm a regiment.

"Hurry up, Harold, the countdown is about to end, and we are about to start our journey in the future," Gen whispered anxiously: "5, 4, 3..."

"Okay!" Finch, you finally reconnected the line before the countdown ended. Gen turned around with satisfaction and walked towards the public phone on the second floor. However, what he didn't know was that she had just turned around. At that moment, Finch took out a piece of wire from his sleeve and reconnected the line of the public phone next to Ron downstairs to the public phone on the second floor.

"Ding ding bell~" The two public phones upstairs and downstairs rang at the same time. Because they were close and Gen's attention was all focused on the public phone in front of him, he didn't notice the public phone downstairs at all. It also sounded at the same time.

She picked up the phone with excitement on her face, and Ron also picked up the phone with quick eyes and hands.

"Can you hear me?" A stiff and fuzzy electronic voice sounded on the phone.

"Of course." Ron replied.

"This is not a good time to answer the phone! Come on, Ron, they're coming, we have to retreat or hide!"

The footsteps in the corridor were getting closer and closer. Riese next to him was still urging anxiously, but the electronic voice on the public phone suddenly said: "Three o'clock."

Ron fired back without even looking, shooting in the direction indicated by the electronics dealer.

"Bang!" The agent who just poked his head out of the corridor responded.

Rise's face was full of shock: "How did you do it?"

"Four o'clock."

The mechanical sound sounded again, and an excited smile appeared on Ron's lips. Following the instructions, he shot the agent who just rushed out of the corridor with another shot without looking back: "You may not believe it."

"11 o'clock."

"boom!"

Ron's shooting became more and more comfortable: "I feel like God now, omniscient and omnipotent."

"ten o'clock."

"boom!"

"Now I begin to understand more and more why this thing makes so many people crazy! This thing is so useful!"

Every time the mechanical sound on the public phone prompted, Ron would reflexively shoot in the direction of the prompt, and the agents seemed to have made an appointment and would appear in the direction of Ron's shooting.

Sir Li even had an absurd feeling, as if it was not Ron who was shooting at them, but they were specifically aiming at Ron's bullets.

"Whatever? We should go now."

Although Rise was still puzzled, he knew that we were outnumbered and there would be absolutely no benefit in staying. The mechanical voice on the public phone seemed to hear what Rise was saying and immediately responded: "Stay. "

"Stay," Ron said.

"What?!"

"From now on, everything is under my command." Ron probed the phone with his hand: "The public phone is too inconvenient. Can you call my mobile phone directly? It will be more convenient for me to use headphones to answer."

"Ding ding ding~" Ron's cell phone rang immediately, and Ron pressed the answer button and hung up the headphones.

"One o'clock."

"Nine o'clock."

…

Ron stood in the lobby on the first floor, like a precise turret, always able to predict the enemy's route in advance and kill them before they came out.

After a while, the corridors connecting the hall to the door were filled with corpses. During the entire process, Rise watched in stunned silence without even having a chance to help.

"Leave now, quickly!"

The tone of the mechanical voice changed, and Ron patted Rise on the shoulder without saying anything, "Okay, we can leave now."

"Wait!" Rise suddenly paused while looking down at his phone: "My tracker seems to have been discovered. We have lost the trace of Finch. I don't know where to go now."

"It doesn't matter, the machine may know," Ron pointed to the earphone: "Tell me where Finch is."

"Didi." Ron's phone made a clear beep, and the map application opened automatically, and a new red dot was marked on the map.

"Violence is about to happen."

Riese happened to read the notification on his phone.

"What should we do now? Should we do the savior side mission assigned by the machine first, or should we rescue your partner first?" Ron asked the question to Reese.

"Rescue people first." Reese made the decision with almost no hesitation: "Gen worships machines. She just wants to set machines free, so she won't do anything to Finch, but saving people is the wish of Finch and me."

"Okay, as you wish, you should be lucky that I just have some time." Ron nodded in agreement.

He needs the help of the machine to find the unknown person, but the unknown person has been missing for a week, not less than a while.

"Although I have no interest in being a Holy Mother and saving people, if I can save just a few people, it will be a sign of some good deeds."

"Several people?"

Ron rolled his eyes: "You don't think that the machine will arrange a target for us along the way? No? Are you really that naive?"

As Ron spoke, he kicked open the garage door, which was prompted by the machine. Inside, two hooded men sandwiched a tied-up man and were recording a video asking for ransom. Without saying a word, Ron shot them to death. .

"Didi."

The cell phone buzzer rang again. Well, I didn't even look at it this time and just handed the phone to Rise.

Sure enough, there was another message indicating a violent incident, this time the location was still on the trail of Finch, closer to them.

"See what I'm saying?"