The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 209 Theft of the Declaration of Independence

Yes, Ron ended up giving Phil a pistol for his birthday, a Glock 18, a nice self-defense pistol, but it did take Phil by surprise.

It's understandable for a cheerleader-born real estate salesman to be afraid of guns, but Ron still can't figure out what Claire likes about him.

Caroline still refused to sell the small cake shop, but Ron couldn't care less about continuing to discuss this topic with her, so he could only leave the problem to her and Max to solve by themselves, because he had a new task, Go to the capital Washington.

"I don't understand, as you said, when the Declaration of Independence was on display, it was surrounded by security and monitors, under an inch of bulletproof glass, a bunch of sensors and thermal monitors, and anyone who got too close Will call the police."

"When it's not on display, it's lowered to a four-foot-thick, cement-and-steel safe room with electronic combination locks and a biological access control system."

Ron took a sip of tea and paused: "Under such strict monitoring, how trashy are your people to let such an important thing be lost?! Do you know how much impact this matter will have?"

When Ron was speaking, because of the accent of a certain word, the FBI in front of him sprayed his saliva on the face, but the other party didn't intend to wipe it at all. He let Ron spit the vicious words on them and bowed his head in shame.

There is no way, the fact that they provoked is too big.

As we all know, the United States is a country with a very shallow history, with only a pitiful 200 years. During this pitiful 200 years, it will be very difficult to find something as the spiritual belief of this country.

And the "Declaration of Independence" can just become the spiritual consensus of this country, that is, the spirit of the Constitution of the United States.

Sadly, one of the few material bearers of the American spirit, the original Declaration of Independence has been lost and is still in plain sight.

It's no wonder that the current commander-in-chief was so furious that he ordered all the idle elite agents to gather here and start an investigation together.

But having said that, the real elite agents are usually very busy and cannot be idle, unless it is a guy who likes to be lazy.

"Actually, this matter has not been spread yet," the person in charge of the security of the exhibition hall tried to remedy his image: "We released the copy as soon as possible, when the original was displayed, and all the guests who attended the banquet yesterday were not know what happened."

"Really! You think you've done a great job, don't you? Genius!" Ron walked up to her unceremoniously and yelled in his face, the person in charge, like a child who did something wrong, was The lesson was too big to dare to say a word.

"Keep your heads up! Gentlemen, raise your heads up! If you bow your heads, can you bring me back the Declaration of Independence? Just keep your heads down!"

Ron was so angry that he didn't type out: "What about the surveillance? I want to watch the surveillance! Are there any witnesses at the scene? Or any other evidence?"

"Our surveillance has been switched," the person in charge continued quickly after seeing Ron's face change, "but there is still a part of it, just enough to see the suspect's face.

There was a security guard at the scene, but he was stunned and doesn't remember anything, and we also found some shell casings, which are being identified. "

"Bullet casings?" Ron noticed the word keenly out of professional sensitivity: "Has there been a gun battle here yet? How many casualties have you had?"

"Actually, no one was injured other than the security guard who was stunned, which is what puzzled us the most."

Ron covered his face. He was completely desperate for these brainless idiots. For the first time, he experienced Sherlock's despair for ordinary people.

"Don't you understand! Two groups came to steal the Declaration of Independence! And they robbed each other, one of them must have shot the other! My God! I really wonder how you can be responsible People in this position?"

"His father is one of the directors of Citibank." The staff behind Ron whispered.

Damn capitalist bastard, you should hang it on the street lamp!Ron barely managed to say that.

"Okay, is there any other relevant useful information? Tell me all at once, so that I don't have to ask one by one."

"Uh... About a week ago, we kept receiving warnings from people that someone was going to steal the original copy of the Declaration of Independence." The person in charge struggled for a while, probably because of the courage his capitalist father gave him, and he finally spoke .

"So you knew the possibility of being stolen a week ago, why didn't you take precautions?" Ron felt his blood pressure soar again.

The person in charge continued to excuse himself: "I thought someone was joking with us. You know, boring people often do this kind of prank. An old piece of paper with the Declaration of Independence written on it. Who would want to steal it?"

"Everyone who wants to shame America?"

Not to mention anything else, Ron believed that the police hidden in the deep mountains of Afghanistan must want it very much, and then swaggered and wiped their ass with it on the video.

Ass paper is that the Declaration of Independence?

Do not!That is the face of the US government!This matter is definitely not a small matter.

"This is the suspect we think," the staff next to him hurriedly turned on the surveillance video to show Ron, trying to help him out: "Dr. Chase introduced him as Mr. Brown, but this person is not on our invitation list."

"He was seen by a gift shop cashier who said he looked flustered and tried to walk away with a copy of the Declaration of Independence without paying."

"So you're still selling copies of the Declaration of Independence in your gift shop, right?" Ron was almost pissed off: "Tell me, who came up with such a genius idea?"

All the staff turned their sympathetic eyes on the person in charge who had been scolded by Ron just now.

"He paid by credit card, and the bill was sent to Benjamin Gates." The witty staff member just now rescued the person in charge again and called up all the surveillance videos, the one where the face could be seen clearly, and Ron saw a picture Very familiar and unexpected face.

Ron plucked his ears in disbelief: "What did you call this man just now?"

"Benjamin Gates, sir."

"Are you sure that's the name? Is this a real identity? Does this person have a record of immigrating from abroad before?" Ron felt a little bad.

It was another familiar "celebrity face", which meant that if nothing else happened, there was a high probability that he would be involved in some particularly troublesome incident.

After querying, the staff replied: "No, sir, this is a native American."

(End of this chapter)