Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Compton is a small city under the Los Angeles Line. It is a satellite city of Los Angeles like Pasadena. However, except for a few blocks, there is nothing else worth noting here. Ron never imagined that the CIA would There is a prison transfer center here.

When he followed the machine's prompts to escort Gen here, he was really surprised.

, in the underground garage where a dilapidated house renovation, no entry sign was hung at the door, there were two rows of iron cages neatly arranged. Ron stuffed his roots into one of the cages according to the instructions, and was stopped as soon as he came out.

The middle-aged white detective stretched out his hand to him: "Agent Jesse, I'm Nick, the chief interrogator here. The new goods have just arrived now. It's a bit late. We are preparing to transfer all the prisoners."

Agent Jesse, the name of the unlucky guy Ron assumed, is still locked in the closet at the intelligence transfer station.

"Why do you need to forward it? I just sent it." Ron reached out and shook it before asking doubtfully.

"You know the rules, Jesse, they have to be transferred every 72 hours so that we can interrogate them indefinitely, understand?" Agent Nick said matter-of-factly.

According to U.S. law, all law enforcement agencies can detain a suspect for up to 72 hours without evidence. However, legally, the basis for this determination is based on the location. That is to say, if you are detained in Los Angeles, 72 hours, but is sent to New York before the expiration of the statute of limitations, then the time will be refreshed and start again from the moment of delivery.

This is a common trick used by law enforcement agencies to exploit legal loopholes, and it is difficult for even the most professional lawyers to catch it.

Next, there was a long waiting time. Because he had to wait for other suspects, Ron wandered around idle for a while. It was not until another suspect was imprisoned that Ron cheered up.

"That's him, right?"

Ron asked softly. No one answered him, but the phone in his pocket vibrated, which meant the answer was correct. This man was called Jason Greenfield, and it was the machine that arranged for Gen and Samn to team up to rescue him. Target.

Interestingly, this man is also the brother of the suspected victim that Reese and Finch are protecting. He was secretly arrested by the CIA, and then

"You can't do this to me. I'm an American citizen and I have legal rights. You can't keep transferring me like this!" Jason roared and was stuffed into the cage next to Gen. When the agent who imprisoned him walked away, Gen Immediately pretend to lean against the wall and talk to him secretly.

A smile appeared on Ron's lips. Although he didn't know what this man meant to the machine and why the machine arranged for people to let him out, the machine must have a reason for doing so. In this case, a deal could be reached.

"Listen, Big Iron, you really want to save that guy, don't you?"

Buzz~ Ron's phone vibrated, indicating that the machine recognized his statement.

"But now you also know that I have been involved. I think you also know very well about my true strength, right? As long as I am here, unless you can use that damn technical means to adjust An army about the size of a battalion, otherwise you can’t stop me from doing whatever I want to do, right?”

This time there was a slight pause, probably the machine was trying something, or doing some calculations. After five seconds, it had no choice but to vibrate again to show its connection.

"Then, let's make a deal~" The smile on Ron's face became wider and wider: "Now I will help you rescue the person you want to save, and then you will provide me with information services 10 times, how about it? "

The phone vibrated violently twice to express strong objection. Ron had no choice but to bargain with the machine: "Well, it seems that ten times is a bit too much, so how about nine times? Eight times?...Three times? Three times at the head office, right? ?This is my bottom line, if you still don’t agree, I will kill that unlucky guy immediately!”

Buzz~

This time the machine finally agreed.

"That new guy over there, what are you talking to yourself about? Let's go, let's go!" Agent Nick waved to him from a distance, and all the prisoners were loaded into a truck disguised as a cold meat truck. , Ron sat down on the passenger seat.

"I'm with you. I will never let this person out of my sight. You don't know how difficult she is."

"Of course I know. The superiors specifically told me to let the captor be escorted with her. I heard that she killed an entire team of NSA agents before. Is this true? Is such a woman really that powerful? She looks almost There are no traces of training." Agent Nick asked gossiping.

"Of course it's true, but it has nothing to do with her strength, but because of something special."

Nick's curiosity became even more intense: "What is that?"

"It's a pity that I can't tell you. If I tell you, I will have to kill you, because except for the crazy woman and me, everyone who knows about that thing has gone to see God. Do you still want to know now?" Luo En said, smiling sternly, showing eight neat teeth. This smile was a smile he specially learned from Hannibal.

"No, not at all!" Nick was frightened by the murderous intent when Ron spoke, and shook his head quickly in fright.

Nick was so frightened that silence returned to the car. As the car drove through the park that Gen had passed yesterday, Ron actually saw Reese's figure from a car on the side of the road. While he continued to be surprised, The homeless man who was slowly pushing his trolley across the road suddenly pushed the trolley hard.

The trolley immediately appeared in front of the escort vehicle. Nick was unable to dodge, and the trolley hit it head-on. The explosive device that had been hidden in the trolley detonated, and with a "bang", paint splashed all over the window glass, completely changing the perspective. Nick, who was blocked and lost his vision, could only crash the car into a street light.

Ron sensed something was wrong as soon as the homeless man appeared, and curled up his whole body on the seat. The moment the impact ended, Nick raised his head in a daze, and Ron pressed the back of his head and knocked him hard again. On the steering wheel.

"The rest of the scene is not suitable for children, please get some sleep~" Before he finished speaking, the truck on the opposite corner suddenly opened its door, and a dozen armed men with weapons and masks rushed towards Ron and his car.

Rise quickly stopped the car and fired two shots at the armed men before he was discovered by the armed men. Two assault rifles immediately fired at him. Pistols versus rifles were at an absolute disadvantage. Rise was suppressed for a moment and could not raise his head and hurriedly hid in embarrassment. Entering behind the stone barricade on the roadside, he yelled in the communication channel at the same time: "Ron, are you okay?! If you are okay, please support me! Ron! Ron! Are you still alive?!"

"Of course you're alive. You don't think you can kill me with just this small impact, right?" Ron kicked the car door and jumped out of the car. At the same time, the muzzle of the gun immediately locked on the heads of several gunmen. Just as he was about to After firing the gun, the phone vibrated violently twice, which was the machine's objection.

Ron couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Since the machine asked itself to save Jesse, these people should be Jesse's enemies. Although the machine was instilled by Finch with some very holy rules, none of them said that it could not watch others kill.

In fact, Ron killed people in front of the machine more than once, but this was the only time the machine expressed its clear objection. Ron hesitated, but in the end he did not blow the heads of these people.

The bullet accurately hit the wrist of the militants who were besieging Rise with guns. Several people covered their wounds and fell to the ground in pain. Rise took the opportunity to jump out from behind the roadblock and started shooting while the man was still flying in the air. .

"Bang bang bang..."

Although Reese couldn't shoot accurately while jumping, he was once an elite agent of the CIA after all. At this distance, it was still okay to guarantee a half hit rate.

And he was not as worried as Ron. The bullets shot through the chests of the two people without mercy, and it was obvious that the two people were dead.

After Ron and Reese's joint attack, half of the militants were immediately reduced.

"Okay, I listened to you and didn't kill them, but you have to give me a reason. Otherwise, believe it or not, I will go out and kill them all right now?" Ron turned into the car after being beaten by Reese. Then he asked angrily.

The phone vibrated again, this time it was a message. After Ron read it, his eyes were much more friendly when he looked at the militants again.

The message on the mobile phone was a report about the rebellion launched by the Black Panther Party. Although the Black Panther Party was initially just a small party that fought for the interests of black people, it has undergone many improvements, especially absorbing some advanced ideas from the East. Since then, he has gradually transformed from a party that only seeks the interests of a single ethnic group to a great love organization that seeks the welfare of all mankind.

Therefore, Ron was very fond of them.

"Really, if I didn't tell you earlier, then I really couldn't kill them casually. They are not thugs, they are all warriors fighting for their dreams~"

I said that I crossed the bunker and observed the current situation of the battle. Thanks to Ron, Riise took the opportunity to kill a few more. Now he has the advantage with his marksmanship. He is suppressed by himself. Several armed men fought.

"It won't work like this." Ron shook his head, took out two smoke grenades and threw them forward: "Lise, be careful! I threw a grenade!"

Upon hearing this, Rise immediately retreated behind the bunker. However, the explosion he expected did not happen. The smoke bomb that was thrown erupted into a large amount of smoke, instantly blocking the empty area between Rise and the militants.

"What's going on? Is it a smoke bomb?"

"I'm sorry, I made a mistake." Ron said apologetically, and then immediately changed to a nervous tone: "Oops, Gen ran away! I will chase her immediately, and I'll leave this place to you!"

With that said, Ron got into the truck, cut off the ties on Gen and Jesse, and lifted them out of the car like little chickens: "I know you have already prepared the emergency escape route. , tell me now."

"It's right over there." Gen pointed to the sewer cover in the park. That was the route she and Samen had walked together before. Through this sewer pipe, you could not only go to the CIA's information exchange station, but also pass another branch. , you can even run all the way outside the city.

"OK, let's leave from here, but before leaving, I need to give these idiots some gifts." Ron took out a pamphlet from his arms and pulled Gen and Jesse to run together. In the gap, he threw it hard like a Frisbee, and the pamphlet was accurately thrown into the truck driven by the militants.

At the same time, Gen also took advantage of Ron's rare opportunity to let go of his hand and retrieved the portfolio he had hidden there from under the park bench next to the sewer cover. .

"What is that? A new type of bomb?" Jesse asked worriedly. He only saw Ron's movements. But he didn't notice Gen's little movements.

"It's a kind of bomb, but it's a mental bomb." Seeing that Jia Xin was still confused, Ron didn't bother to explain anymore. He turned to Gen next to him and asked, "The task assigned to you by the machine is to let him go. Right?" Are you preparing anything for him to escape from?"

"It's all here." Gen patted the file bag he just got back and handed it to Jesse: "Inside is an escape instruction. He will tell you where to go and what kind of person to look for. You will not be caught by the CIA again." Seize it, there is also a bank card with 2.5 million US dollars on it, enough for you to be free until you die."

"Tsk, tsk, the machine is really too generous, much better than the stingy Finch." Ron said with some jealousy.

But it was just talk. He had not yet gone so far as to rob a runaway, except...

"But I have a little question," Ron tapped his earphones: "Did you pay taxes on the funds for his escape?"

After Ron finished speaking, the two of them rolled their eyes.

After seeing off Jesse, he handed the root to Reese, who had just arrived, and asked him to tell Finch to pay quickly. Ron turned around and got into the car and left in a hurry. This was the first time Ron had paid a visit to Finch. He left without getting any money.

It's not because he doesn't care about money anymore, but he has more important things to do tonight. That little silly girl Caroline sent him a message saying that someone was interested in her personal experience and planned to adapt it into a movie, so she wanted to find him. Ron discusses it.

In this case, Ron must go. As someone who often hangs out in Hollywood (collecting taxes from major film companies), Ron knows how many scammers are there every day under the guise of helping others make movies, but in fact they just want to make something happen. Exciting things.

Ron would never allow anyone to touch his woman, so he had to keep that innocent little girl in check.

"Caroline, can you stop being so excited? Didn't we agree to wait until Ron comes to talk?"

At Max's house, Max said helplessly to Caroline, who was walking back and forth in the house like an excited Chihuahua.

"I know, but I just can't stop, I'm so excited!" Caroline even jumped twice when she spoke.