The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 267 The Mystery of Guatemala
Joe has an old friend named Frank Moses, who is also a retired old secret agent. He visited him earlier today. While reminiscing about the past, it also brought a big trouble, that is, he was hunted down up.

As an agent, being hunted down after retirement is a very normal thing, so almost all agents will continue to maintain training after retirement, and use the connections established when they were agents to transform themselves into intermediaries in the underground world same role.

Or, it is to ensure their own safety by cultivating new successors for their original organization, but often in order to confirm the loyalty of newcomers, the first task issued to them is to kill their own teachers.

And Qiao found a unique way, before he retired, he found an opportunity to get himself into the prison, and through the original contacts of the sleeping people, he made himself very nourished in the prison, which can be regarded as creating a new way for secret agents to retire. .

But Ron scoffed at his trick.

In the final analysis, it is still not caused by strength. If one's own strength is strong enough, even if everyone knows that he knows many ulterior secrets, which will make many big shots sleepless at night, there is nothing he can do.

In this regard, those who do the best are regarded as role models by all agents.

Of course, Ron has no ambitions in this regard, but with his current strength, it is no problem to become a small capitalist after retirement. At that time, he will become a member of the real master of this country, and there will be no more People are in trouble with him.

This is a bit far-fetched, let's talk about Joe.

In short, Moses found Joe after he was released from prison through his unique method. After the analysis of the two old men, they found that several old acquaintances who had died recently had directly or indirectly participated in the mission in Guatemala that year. .

"So, after talking for a long time, what did you do in Guatemala?" Ron asked impatiently, interrupting Joe's narration.

"We were responsible for escorting an agent there, and we don't know anything else. I only remembered those dead people who were investigated by Moses. At that time, almost all the old guys we carried out the mission with were dead."

"Escorted an agent there, and you don't know what his mission is? This is a bit interesting. What year was it? Maybe our IRS database will have corresponding information."

Ron lifted his chin, and the look of interest in his eyes became more and more intense.

"It was the autumn of 1981. We escorted that agent all the way outside San Benito, and later I heard that everyone in that village was dead." Joe recalled, Andy was typing on the computer, waiting for Luo When En turned his questioning eyes over, Andy shook his head.

"It's getting more and more interesting now," Ron stood up and started pacing the room: "Tucun, such a big event is not recorded in the IRS archives, Joe, do you still remember that after you performed the escort mission, Is there anything in particular worth remembering?"

"Nothing."

"Okay, let's change our thinking. You just said that Moses gave you the fingerprint information of those who assassinated him. Have you found out who they are?"

"The South African assassination team of the CIA is the team that assisted in creating many riots there." Joe's face was serious.

"It turned out to be them, relax, they are no longer the frightening team," Ron couldn't help laughing when he heard the name: "They were wiped out by the regiment once in Afghanistan, and now The manpower is nothing more than rookies, but the fact that the CIA can dispatch them to carry out the task of strangling you is enough to show that the involvement is not simple."

Unlike ordinary people who get headaches when they encounter trouble, Ron couldn't help feeling embarrassed, but his eyes became brighter and brighter, because he knew that behind major events, there must be greater interests involved.

If it works properly, maybe the dream of becoming a small capitalist can be advanced by a few years.

"Well, it seems that things are like this now. Now some people want to wipe out all the personnel related to the mission in Guatemala. The reason is unknown. They will not give up until they achieve their goal. Therefore, for them, the best The good thing is that you're dead, right?"

"That's right, it looks like this." Joe nodded with a wry smile.

Ron took a suppressed pistol and put it on the head of the still struggling prisoner.

"Bang!" There was a blood hole in the captive's head, and the lifeless body fell to the ground. Ron didn't feel disgusted, got some blood from the body, wiped it on the confused face of Joe's head, and took out some strange Bottles and jars began to help him dress up.

After a while of fiddling, there was an extra "bullet hole" on Joe's head that was almost the same as the corpse, which could be mistaken for the real one.

"Now you eat this," Ron took out another capsule and handed it to Joe: "Don't worry, this is not some kind of poison. It will make your breathing and heartbeat weak to the point of death within 10 minutes of taking it. Go into a kind of feigned death and wake up three hours later."

"Since someone wants you to die, why don't you really die and show them," Ron pouted, and Joe nodded knowingly: "A lot of things, I believe hiding in the dark will get you better than in the open." convenience, what do you think?"

"That's right." Joe took the capsule in Ron's hand and swallowed it without water.

"Ron, is there anything we can do for you?" Guan Yuming asked with concern as he looked at Joe, who was getting more and more confused.

"Prepare two coffins and send them to the church for burial," Ron asked, looking at Joe who was still asleep, "By the way, where do you think your old man will go next after leaving here? "

"Florida, Pensacola," Joe's voice became weaker and weaker, and it was almost inaudible at the back: "There is another friend of ours, Marvin Bergers, and Moses likes good things and bad things." Pull him together..."

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Two days later, Pensacola, Florida, although it is still winter, this small city near the equator is still surrounded by warm sunshine, as if winter never existed.

In this place where everyone is still living in summer, the two people in overcoats look very out of place.

"Can we find Marvin Boggs here?" asked Ron, who was wrapped in a coat and covered most of his face with his collar: "I found information that he died in a fire two years ago. Are you sure you're not old-fashioned?"

On the second day after Ron's base was attacked, Ron held a funeral for Joe, and then handed over all the affairs of the base to Andy, and he and Joe slipped out in disguise.

As Ron expected, after Joe's "body" was left in the church, someone sneaked in to see his body, but because of Ron's intentional interruption, he slipped away again.

"Don't worry, Boss, this is his usual method. As far as I remember, Marvin has died many times, but every time we need him, he can show up alive again."

Joe, who also covered most of his face with his coat collar, said confidently: "The last time I corresponded with him, the address was here, in an old house next to the river. He stayed in Vietnam and liked it very much. Live by the river."

"Let me guess, the way we find him in a while, isn't it that I tell you a bad joke in the woods, and then besides us, the third laugh we hear is him, right?"

While speaking, he had arrived at the place Joe had instructed, and Ron parked the boat on the shore and stepped onto the pier.

"This method used to work very well, but over the years, Marvin's laughter has become more and more serious. This method is not very effective. Have you brought thermal imaging? Boss."

Joe looked around the house for a week, but found no trace of anyone living there.

"Or I have an easier way." Ron took out his phone, switched the camera to selfie mode, turned it upside down, and made a V gesture to the camera.

"Crack~" A new selfie is completed.

"Hey, Marvin, I've seen you." Ron shouted to the nearby bushes.

"Watch out boss!"

Before Joe finished speaking, a figure in camouflage suddenly jumped out of the bushes: "Who sent you to assassinate me!"

On the mechanical slave labor full of modern style, the sharp arrows shone with a strange green light, obviously poisoned, Ron knew.As long as he gives a wrong answer, this recommendation will immediately shoot through his body.

However, Ron didn't have the slightest fear, because he was younger and his movements were faster than this old guy!
I saw Ron suddenly take a step forward, holding the crossbow arrow up with his left hand, and with a "swish", the sharp arrow coated with poison shot towards the sky.

The old man in camouflage uniform saw that the crossbow was shot in the air, and immediately threw away the crossbow without hesitation, pulled out from his waist, and swiped a Nepalese dogleg saber from Ron's waist.

A glint of admiration flashed in Lauren's eyes. Not only did he not take a step back, but he faced the direction the blade was coming from. With a wrong foot, he made a gorgeous turn, and like a ballet dancer, his body bypassed the blade and turned directly to the old man.

The left hand that just pushed away the crossbow slashed from top to bottom towards the arm holding the knife. Before the old man had time to use his strength to fight Ron, Ron's arm immediately, like a flexible poisonous snake, slid from The old man passed it under his armpit and pressed it to his head along his shoulder.

Then with just a hook under Ron's feet, the sturdy old man was knocked down to the ground by one hand.

"Relax, old guy, I didn't intend to kill you. If I want to kill you, one hand is enough. Maybe you were really fierce when you were young, but after you get old, you are indeed no match for me."

"Fart! You stinky brat is cheating! You must be a spy sent by the government, and you want to take me back and control my mind! Let me tell you, I won't go back with you even if I die!"

The old man struggled violently under Ron's hands, and Ron looked at Joe helplessly, meaning it was time for you to act.

"Marvin, it's me." Joe took off his windbreaker: "That's my boss, we are here to find you, I have other things, I forgot to tell you, boss, Marvin has always been persecuted paranoia, you can Let him go first?"

"Of course." Ron stood up and touched the old man by the way.

Of course, it's not because he is abnormal, but to confirm whether the old guy has other weapons on him. None of the old guys who have been through the battlefield and can live to retire are fuel-efficient lamps.

In this regard, he has already suffered enough from those old guys in the Death Squad.

As a result, after touching it, it was really rewarding. In addition to the dogleg saber that was knocked out by Ron the second time, the old man still had two daggers and a pistol.

"Joe!" He scolded me with anger on his face: "Have you been brainwashed by the government and started bringing people to deal with me?"

"No, no, no, I'm not brainwashed," Joe raised his hands, indicating that he didn't have any weapons in his hands, and slowly approached Marvin step by step. Marvin stared at Ron defensively, hiding his body in the presence of Ron. A straight line on the other side of Joe.

If there is any change on Ron's side, he can immediately turn the bridge into a hostage in his hand, or a shield. Seeing this, Ron also had to boast secretly in his heart.

Sure enough, he is indeed a veteran who survived the Vietnam War. There is really no one else with that experience.

"I never thought of killing you. We are friends, right? I even saved your life." Joe tentatively patted Marvin on the shoulder. Marvin didn't resist, showing a look of reminiscence.

"Yes, you are right, you are my friend."

"So, can you take the knife off my balls now?" Joe said helplessly, and Ron lowered his head. It turned out that while speaking, Marvin took out a sharp knife from somewhere and pressed it against Joe's crotch .

"Hahaha~" Ron couldn't help laughing, "I hope I never know where his knife was hidden just now, Joe, your old friend is really interesting."

"Who is he?!"

Startled by Ron's voice, Marvin regained his vigilance, and Joe rolled his eyes at Ron helplessly: "He is my current boss, and he won't kill you. I have encountered some troubles recently. Did Moses come to you?"

"Moses? No!"

"Well, it seems that even after holding a funeral for you, we are still ahead of your old friend..." Ron said halfway, there was a sound of a speedboat motor on the river, from far to near .

"Someone is coming! Hide!" Marvin yelled and pushed Joe into the grass. Ron was also curious about who would come, so he squatted in together.

Soon, another speedboat floated on the pier, and an old man and a young...well, it should be a woman in her 30s.

"Is that your old man and his granddaughter?" Ron asked curiously.

"No, that should be his new girlfriend."

Ron looked at the woman incredulously, then at the bald old man, and couldn't help giving him a thumbs up: "He's really talented~"

Immediately, Marvin glared at him: "Hush!"

(End of this chapter)