The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 270 A New Breakthrough

"Bang!" Marvin pulled the trigger, and the head of the female agent was exploded into red and white plasma by the bullet of the large-caliber rotary mobile phone.

Ron's eyes lit up, and his affection for Marvin grew stronger, because he was using the same Smith & Wesson M500 revolver as Ron himself. This is really a caring person.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome," Ron casually shot and killed an agent who was standing on top of the container and shot, picked up the female agent's bazooka with his foot, and turned around quickly.

Behind him, an agent with a bazooka on his back just flashed out from behind another pile of boxes, and was about to take advantage of Ron's unpreparedness and attack him. Little did he know that his movement had already been reflected by the rearview mirror of the car next to Ron. In Ron's sight.

"Go to hell! Despicable guy!" Ron pulled the trigger.

The rocket "swished" and flew towards the agent with its tail flame, but at this time, the agent who was also carrying the rocket launcher was belatedly reacting and pulled the trigger.

But it was too late, his rocket had just left the launch tube and flew less than a meter away, when it was hit by Ron's fire bomb, and the two rockets hit the firing pin.

With a "boom", the agent was detonated at the same time, and the agent was instantly torn to pieces by the explosive shrapnel, and the minced flesh was blown to the container behind by the power of the two rocket explosions, forming a projected blurred figure.

However, this figure is made of the minced flesh of the corpse, which is a bit off-putting.

"I'll never fucking eat meatloaf again." Ron was a little disgusted.

In the command room, the satellite image was temporarily useless because of the thick smoke caused by the explosion of the rocket, which completely concealed Ron and Frank.

When the smoke finally cleared, several target persons had long since disappeared.

"FXXK! Damn it, who can tell me where Frank found those helpers!" The commander was furious: "Department of Information, what's the result of the face comparison?!"

"After our face comparison results, the old man carrying the piggy doll should be Frank's former teammate Marvin Bergers." The subordinate reported truthfully with the information.

The commander nodded noncommittally, took off the earphones, and put his arms on the desk: "Then who is the young man who killed my right-hand man just now? That skill is absolutely impossible to be an unknown person!"

"This..." The subordinate hesitated a little.I don't know if I should say it, but the commander saw through his mind at a glance.

"If you only look at facial recognition, he is Hobbs, the commander-in-chief of the FBI's Los Angeles branch, and the favorite capable person of our immediate boss, Nameless..."

"What?!" The commander's eyes widened in disbelief: "Is the FBI also involved?"

"Probably not."

"What do you mean? If you have something to say, finish it at once, don't hesitate." Hui Guan frowned.

"I checked with the surveillance satellite just now. 10 minutes ago, Hobbs was training with his daughter on the football team, so the person photographed just now..."

The commander frowned even deeper, what's going on?Is even the FBI getting involved with the CIA now?
Or is it that someone deliberately put on the face of the head of the FBI to cheat, trying to lead them down this path of misunderstanding?
The correct answer is of course the second.

That's right, the "Hobbs" photographed by the satellite was transformed by Ron.

It's just that it's not as complicated as the commander thought. Ron didn't mean to drag the FBI into the water. The face that changed into Hobbs was purely out of his personal bad taste.

"Boss, why did you make your face look like Hobbs? Do you have any grudge against him?" Joe asked curiously.

He had already met Hobbs once before on Valentine's Day. Judging from the different language, he speculated that the two might have a festive relationship.

"No, I just think this face should appear in various big scenes." Ron replied happily, touching his fake face.

He could already imagine the expression on Hobbs' face when he was called to scold him by Anonymous, it must be wonderful.

"Frank, where are we going next?"

"If you want to find out why you were hunted down, there is only one place to go." Frank thought for a while and replied.

Joe: "Are you talking about the CIA's Washington headquarters? That's where all the CIA's operational files are stored."

"That's right, but that place is heavily guarded, and we're going to die," Frank said in a slightly depressed tone, "Come on, we need to find some other helpers."

Although Frank talked about looking for other helpers, his eyes kept staring at Ron when he was talking. He had already learned about Ron's real identity from Joe's mouth, and he even knew Ron's fake face now. mean something.

Means free passage in all important departments of the CIA and FBI.

Although Hobbs is the head of the FBI's Los Angeles branch, he has another identity in the CIA, which is why he always gets mixed up with Anonymous. This has long been an open secret.

"What am I doing? Do you want me to enter the CIA headquarters to help you steal information? I won't do this kind of thankless work."

Ron shrugged: "But I don't know if I should call you old antiques, or should I complain that your brains can't keep up. In this information age, don't you know that all confidential documents of the CIA have electronic archives? ?”

Ron typed back and forth on the phone for a while, and immediately, a top-secret document from the CIA was sent to the encrypted phone he used to keep in touch with Peggy.

"You make the spy work very boring like this." Sarah couldn't help complaining.

"Hey, silly girl, secret agents are not the kind of mentally retarded games you see in novels and movies," Ron turned his lips back to the camera: "The real spy work has always been the smallest sacrifice in exchange for the greatest profit, if you don't believe it You can ask your old boyfriend."

Sarah glared at Ron angrily, with her chest fluctuating violently with the rapid breathing, showing a beautiful scene, but Ron was not interested in it.

At this moment, he was concentrating on looking at the document, first his brows became more and more tight, then he suddenly relaxed, then the corner of his mouth curved into a smile, and finally he almost laughed out loud, looking around, the old men were puzzled.

"What's written on the CIA file?"

"Nothing, almost all the information about the Vitemara incident has been erased from the information stored by the CIA." Ron handed the phone screen to a few old people: "But it's very interesting, this information mentioned a person who was not on the press list."

Ron pulled the information to the bottom line, and there was only one name left in the middle of the two blacked-out texts, which remained.

"Alexander Dunning."

"Dunning is the president of Browning Ovis Company, and he is one of the famous arms contractors of the Ministry of Defense." Frank suddenly became serious.

"And he's a gangster who has been dealing in drugs in private."

(End of this chapter)