Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Chapter 596 Agent Ethan, you don’t want to either...

"I'm sorry, Ron, I caused you to be wanted together." Ethan said in despair as he emerged from the other end of the underground tunnel and returned to the small speedboat they had just transported the prisoners on.

"It doesn't matter. When I participated in your mission, I had already thought of it. As an agent, isn't it normal to encounter this kind of situation?" Ron said indifferently.

Anyway, it was just treason unilaterally determined by the CIA, and it was not substantiated. In fact, they didn't even have any decent evidence, so Ron didn't believe what they could do to him.

After all, no matter how awesome the CIA is, it is still under the jurisdiction of the Pentagon, and Ron happens to have a good relationship with many generals in the Pentagon. As long as not all of them are evil, like the situation in a certain wine shop, Ron has full confidence in making a comeback.

"It's normal, but now it's even more troublesome," Ethan was stunned for a moment and then frowned and said worriedly: "A total of three ring bombs were taken away. Now the deposit and the exchange chips are in their hands, which means that They have three ring bombs in their hands, do you know what that means? It means that they can threaten the lives of millions of people at any time."

"It is recommended that you reduce one-third from your original number." Ron smiled proudly and opened the toolbox on the ship: "Although this thing is a bit weakly radioactive, I think it is safer to keep it with you. After all, Our main target is them, isn't it? I'm curious now, their expressions when they put three ring bombs together and discovered the difference, it must be fun."

"But, even so, they will still get two nuclear weapons, and we will still lose." Ethan said dejectedly.

"That's not necessarily the case. Do you still remember what good things you just installed on that prisoner?" Ron had a smirk on his face. He had just wanted to use the prisoner as a human bomb to delay time, but he was removing the bomb from his personal space. The moment he took it out, Ron remembered what Ethan had done before, so he decisively replaced it with a fake bomb and stuck it on the prisoner's back.

"Yes, I just pretended to have a position for him!" Ethan slapped his forehead and shouted excitedly, but immediately became depressed again: "But what if we pretended to have a position for him? There are only two of us, or He is a wanted criminal of the CIA, and now he even has the support of the entire French operations department of the CIA. It is simply a dream for us to get the prisoner back from him."

"Who says we have to rob someone? What if we rob him back? Use him in exchange for things, then capture him, and let that heinous guy spend his remaining years in a prison like a resort hotel? How can it be so? A good thing?"

A disdainful sneer appeared at the corner of Ron's mouth. He had long been unhappy with these Virgin bitches who abolished the death penalty. Former terrorist leaders like Liam, in any previous era, such people would have been guillotined long ago. , but now under the protection of these Holy Mothers, they will live in special rooms in prison, and their food, drink, and entertainment will be of the highest standards.

Even in this high-level prison, you can access the Internet! And the Internet speed is very fast, which is used to reflect the humanistic side of these advanced capitalist countries.

"What are you going to do? Are you going to grab the plutonium bombs when they are trading? I think it is too difficult. There are only two of us, and there are at least dozens of them. Even if Lark is prepared, we have to We may face not only dozens of people, but even hundreds!”

Ethan's face looked extremely ugly, because he suddenly thought that if Luck called people from the CIA's Overseas Operations Department to cooperate with the operation, the number of people might be even greater than what he just said.

Ethan was originally from the secret department within the CIA, and he was extremely familiar with the operation methods of the CIA. He knew very well how many people Lark could deploy in the name of hunting down traitors.

"Ethan, you have carried out countless difficult missions. How many times have we not defeated many with less? How many times have we not completed seemingly impossible missions in what everyone thought was a desperate situation?"

Ron's voice suddenly became serious and passionate, as if he was an aspiring young man ready to sacrifice himself for the mission. But those who are familiar with him know that under normal circumstances, when Ron looks like this, he is ready to start deceiving people. , such as Ethan.

"So, there must be some bad luck planned for me this time, right?"

"You can't say that, Agent Ethan, you don't want me to 'accidentally' kill several CIA colleagues in order to complete the mission, right?" Ron threatened with a smirk on his face.

Ethan's heart skipped a beat. He knew that if Ron said that, he would definitely do it. He and the CIA had never dealt with each other. He would occasionally bully and step on him when nothing happened. Now that he had such an honest opportunity, how could he do it? Will you let your CIA colleagues go?

Although Ethan himself often became very passive in his actions due to various constraints from the CIA, those orders were issued by senior CIA officers and had nothing to do with these low-level agents. Ethan had been in the CIA for a long time. , deep feelings, if it were those fat-headed and big-eared officers, Ethan wouldn’t even ask, why should they die? But when it comes to his colleagues on the front line, Ethan feels a little unbearable.

Ethan sighed helplessly: "Okay, whatever you want me to do, as long as you can save the CIA from killing a few people, I will listen to you, okay?"

"Don't worry, as long as you are willing to cooperate with me, I guarantee that everything is safe. I have already thought of a plan, I just lack a bait..."

The Champs Elysees, the most beautiful street in Paris, is located on the central axis connecting the Louvre Museum and the New Arc de Triomphe. It is also known as the Avenue of Triumph. It is a must-see attraction for all tourists who come to France. But today, this beautiful street However, the future of the street has become bleak because of a group of uninvited guests.

Because Luck and the White Widow chose this place as today's trading location. Of course, they couldn't be trading on the street, but chose an inconspicuous alley on the Champs Elysées.

But this does not mean that the Champs Elysees can escape the disaster, because in addition to Lark and the White Widow, there is a third party force that is watching the situation here, that is, following the tracker hidden in the prisoner's anus. Ron and Ethan were tracked here.

"It's really great. The tracker is still working. I thought we would lose him after the guy had some food to relieve himself."

Ron said with lingering fear. When the tracker's position started to move in the morning, Ron confirmed it several times and finally confirmed that the tracker's trajectory did not coincide with any sewer line in Paris. Then he set off with Ethan.

"I've told you several times that it is a new type of tracker unique to our CIA. The tracker has a membrane on its outer shell. When combined with the bacteria in the large intestine, it will form a strong glue. Unless special equipment is used, Go and get it, otherwise no one will be able to take this thing out.”

Behind Ron, a man wearing a prison uniform and a Lien human skin mask said with a grimace that his outfit was Ron's plan.

The machine for making human leather masks originally broke down in the hotel, but fortunately Howard is a very professional engineer. Ron just connected with him via video link to roughly demonstrate the style and principle of the machine, and Howard gave him guidance. Ron completed the repair work on the machine online and upgraded it by the way.

The original machine could only scan the face first and then make the mask, but now the new machine only needs a photo to generate a 3D model of the face mask and print it out.

"It is indeed a very useful thing. Come back and fix one for me. Hush, they are coming!" Ron made a silent gesture and pulled Ethan to hide in the shadow of the alley.

Three black business cars drove into the alley, headed by the White Widow. A group of sturdy men in suits surrounded her and walked towards Lark, who had been waiting for a long time. Her brother followed behind carrying a suitcase containing plutonium bombs. behind.

Probably because there was something wrong with the sprinkler truck today, the amount of water sprayed was a bit too much. The entire Champs Elysées was wet, and this small alley was even worse.

"I remember that the person who traded with me was not you. Who are you?" Seeing the face of the waiter clearly, the White Widow asked vigilantly.

"I'm Lark, the Lark who really traded with you, not the CIA undercover who met and traded with you yesterday." Lark said proudly. He thought his words would make the other party awe-inspiring, but what he didn't expect was that he Just as he finished speaking, the other party pulled out his gun.

"You said you are Lark, but you are Lark? What proof do you have? How do I know you are not another undercover agent of the CIA?"

"That's right, madam, your wisdom is enough to dim all the stars in the night sky. This kind of clumsy lie has no way to hide in front of you. I simply cannot describe my admiration for you in words. "

Just as Luck was about to speak, Ron pushed Ethan, who was pretending to be a prisoner, out of the corner: "Sorry, ma'am, I'm late. I'm sorry that you were almost deceived by a CIA undercover."

Of course Ron remembered the White Widow temporary base he was taken to yesterday, so after discussing the plan with the doctor last night, he wrote a letter and stuffed it into the crack of the door of the temporary base. The content was roughly written by a CIA undercover agent. Will disguise himself as him to trade with the White Widow.

People usually have a preconceived concept in their minds. Ron was the first to come into contact with the White Widow, and worked with her to kill several killers in the hotel banquet hall. In the White Widow's mind, she was naturally more new than this one. More believable.

If it weren't for her long-term experience in wandering the underground world, the White Widow would have teamed up with Ron to kill this new idiot.

Lark was furious when he saw this: "Don't believe him! I am the real Lark! They are CIA liars. The CIA has a machine that can make a human skin mask exactly like the original one. The one in his hand must be with someone Leather mask, I am the real one! If you don’t believe me, look at it, can the chips he gives you be like mine?!”

As Lark spoke, he tore the prisoner's cheek hard. This trick was indeed effective. There is no airtight wall in the world. The CIA's possessions are not a secret in the underground world. The White Widow had heard about it a long time ago, so she turned her surprised eyes To Ron, to be precise, it was the prisoner in Ron's hand that was exactly the same as Luck's.

Ron was not afraid at all, and pushed Ethan hard behind him: "Whether it is true or not, can you please check it yourself, Miss? Who knows how real the CIA's human skin masks can be, maybe just tear them off." Doesn’t it matter? I just don’t know if some people dare to do it?”

After saying that, Ron did not forget to raise his eyebrows provocatively in Lark's direction.

Naturally, Lark would not be able to defeat such a simple and ruthless general, but the White Widow's men had been divided into two groups. At the same time, they pointed their guns at Ron and himself. It was too much, and he could only push the prisoner forward, planning to come. Prove one's innocence.

But what makes him feel a little uneasy is that according to the rumors about Ron, this person never seems to do anything unprepared, but now he can't think of any other tricks Ron can have, so he can only do it with doubts Wait and see what happens.

However, just when the two prisoners who looked exactly the same were about to reach the White Widow's body, a sudden change occurred, and Ron yelled: "Now!"

Ethan, the prisoner pretending to be a prisoner, suddenly hugged another prisoner and put a pistol on the prisoner's temple that he pulled out from nowhere. Before Lark and the White Widow's men could react, a naked man suddenly appeared on the roof. The upper-body man cut the wires, and as soon as the wires with blue electric sparks fell to the ground, half of the people present twitched and fell to the ground, and the other half didn't fare much better.

Huge electric currents poured into people's bodies along the water on the ground, rushing back and forth in the bodies. For a moment, numbness spread throughout the whole body, except for Ron and Ethan, who were wearing rubber shoes and hiding a suit of gel clothes under their clothes.

, on the infamous roof, a shirtless man finished cutting the wires, then grabbed a rope and swung down from the roof. Like a savage, he went straight to the white widow's brother. Using the inertia of the rope swing, he kicked the white widow's brother. Kicked him down, grabbed the box in his hand, and threw it in the direction of Chao Ron: "Here you go! We don't owe each other anymore!"

Then he scraped a few times on the opposite wall, climbed to the opposite building in an incredible way, and then disappeared on the roof. The whole process took no more than 3 seconds.

The good news is that Ron has both the ring bomb and the prisoner at the moment. The bad news is that both the White Widow and Lark have recovered from paralysis at this moment. Except for a very few unlucky ones who were stunned, the rest These people are still capable of fighting, not to mention, Luck reached into his pocket and quietly pressed the preset phone number he had prepared in advance.

This is a secret code to the CIA Overseas Operations Department under his command. As soon as this phone call is dialed, CIA support will arrive immediately.

"You're dead!" If it weren't for the daring weapon, Luck would have shot Ethan's head right now.

But unlike what Luck expected, Ron, who was surrounded by so many people with guns, didn't even feel a trace of panic. Instead, he laughed strangely.

"Throw away your weapon and squat down with your head in your hands! Don't laugh! What are you laughing at?" White Widow's man said roughly, pointing his gun at Ron's head.

"I laughed at you to death without realizing it. I hate it when people point guns at my head." Ron said coldly, looking at the subordinate as if he were looking at a dead man.