The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 269
"Is that guy of yours called Marvin Burgess?" Ron said in surprise, "Tell him that if he's interested after this incident, he's welcome to work at the IRS."

This sixth sense is simply amazing, and it is much more reliable than all the experience that Ron has known. To be honest, Ron didn't see any flaws until the woman took out the phone just now.

"I think Marvin will be very happy." Joe replied with a nod.

On the other side, Frank and his party rented a car after they came out of the train station, and drove all the way to the cargo airport. With the woman in front who was very good at concealing, Ron observed the passing vehicles very carefully along the way, which really surprised him. Find something tricky.

On the way from the station to the airport, a car would follow Frank and his car for a short distance at almost every intersection, and then turn at the next intersection and change to another car to follow.

However, it may be due to lack of manpower. By the time they reached the fifth intersection, the license plate numbers had been repeated. In other words, there were four cars following them.

The smile on the corner of Ron's mouth grew stronger, and things became more and more interesting.

As we all know, the CIA has always been a very well-funded intelligence agency, so there will never be a shortage of personnel. If there is still a shortage of personnel in a certain operation, it can only explain one thing.

That is, this action is not a task assigned by the formal process at all, but some individuals with real power in the CIA acted privately!

Ron smelled a hint of conspiracy.

"Is the bug I told you to put on Frank in place?"

Joe shook his head: "No, Frank and Marvin are too vigilant, and if you put them on them, you will be discovered, so I put it on Frank's new girlfriend Sarah."

"Then I think the effect shouldn't be bad." With that said, Ron parked the car on the side of the road and turned on the receiver.

"She has a camera in her bag, so we have to kill her? What are you doing?" Sarah's complaining voice came over immediately.

"I'll talk about that later." Frank lowered his voice: "Are you Gabriel Singer?"

"What's wrong?" A strange voice joined the chat, and Ron looked through the binoculars and found a man named Gabriel.

"Guatemala, 1981, San Benito." Frank explained the subject succinctly. Gabriel's face changed and he pushed Frank away.

"I can't talk to you about this."

Just as Gabriel stretched his hand halfway, a dagger suddenly appeared like magic and wiped it at Frank's neck, but someone was faster than him. As early as he just stretched out his hand, Marvin had already noticed something was wrong.

Before Gabriel put the knife on Frank's neck, Marvin's pistol was already on Frank's forehead.

"Two to one, well, you win." Gabriel dropped the dagger and raised his hands wisely: "This is not a place to talk, come with me."

Gabriel led the three people to the control tower where he worked. After briefly explaining the purpose of his visit, Gabriel paced the room irritably: "Do you think a retired navy pilot who has served two times would be interested in the New York Times? What did the reporter say?"

"do not know."

"I did not say anything!"

"The reporter is dead, and the people she talked to are either dead or dying, including you." Frank's words made Gabriel aware of his situation.

"My God~" Gabriel lowered his head in thought for a moment, then raised his head, and finally told everything he knew.

"The CIA sent me to fly a plane to send a man there in the middle of the night. He took off from a small road in the wilderness. He is a CIA agent. He looks a little silly in a suit and leather shoes."

"I remember that guy, we escorted him after he got off the plane!" Marvin recalled.

"After he picked up another guy over there, I flew them back again."

"People? Who is that person?" Frank felt that he had finally grasped the point, and asked eagerly, but Gabriel was about to speak when he was immediately interrupted by the anxious Marvin.

"Frank! Look over there! It's that plane again!" Marvin shouted, pointing to a helicopter outside.

Sarah was a little baffled and couldn't figure out the situation: "We're at the airport, so it's normal to have a plane..."

"It's the same plane! N9748C!" Marvin took out a crumpled note from his pocket: "See, Frank, that's it!"

"Let me see." Gabriel just moved to the window.

"Da da da..." A string of bullets was fired from the helicopter, one of which hit his chest.

"It's an enemy attack!" Two old secret agents, one carrying a bag and the other throwing his girlfriend down, immediately hid by the window.

Outside the airport, the CIA made a temporary command vehicle, and the commander in charge of the operation showed a smug smile on his face: "Yes, that's it, full firepower suppression, don't let that old thing run away."

"Don't worry, sir! I..." The subordinate's reply in the headset was just halfway through.

"Boom!" A huge explosion came from the commander's earphones, and when he looked again, the helicopter fell to the ground in a fireball.

"Report sir, our helicopter was shot down by a rocket, what should we do now?"

"FXXK! That old thing has accomplices!" The commander cursed angrily: "Everyone, all out, we must not let them run away again!"

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On the other side, Ron, who was standing in the cargo box of the pickup truck, admired the fruits of his labor with satisfaction, threw away the bazooka that had been emptied and was still smoking, and kicked the front cab of the frame.

"set off!"

hum!
The engine of the pickup truck roared, smashing through the fence of the airport and galloping inside, while Ron held on to the fence tightly with one hand and held a pistol in the other, aiming at the man standing on top of the container.

"Bang!" The man was shot and fell off the top of the container, and Ron also took advantage of the opportunity of the car to slow down and jumped out: "Assemble at the back door in a while!"

After speaking, he took out another revolver from his waist, held the gun in both hands, and walked towards Frank. Just two steps away, he met an old acquaintance.

The female agent who was interrogated by Marvin at the train station was shooting at the other side of the box with a submachine gun at the moment, and did not notice Ron's arrival at all.

"You guessed it, old man, I'm an agent!"

"She actually called me an old thing? Frank, can I kill her?" Marvin yelled angrily.

"Yes." X2
Marvin's question actually drew two answers, one from Frank, and the other from Ron.

"Go to hell!" The female agent immediately turned her gun when she saw that there was someone beside her, but at this time Ron was already too close to her, less than two meters away.

At this distance, fists are better than pistols.

"Boom!" Ron swung the handle of the gun to the female agent's face: "OK, you can shoot now, Marvin."

(End of this chapter)