The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 309 Tailors and Psychopaths
"Ron, are you at the Caltech patron appreciation banquet right now?"

Ron frowned: "Are you spying on me?"

"No, I think you misunderstood," Mycroft quickly explained: "We are just monitoring another important person, and you happened to appear near that important person, if possible, can you please help our people?

He's at the table behind you on your left, the English gentleman drinking. "

Ron followed the words of Mycroft. At the long table where the food was placed, an elegant British gentleman was toasting in Ron's direction. Ron cursed secretly, such an obvious "tailor" "I didn't even see it.

"What the hell are you trying to do?"

However, McCoff didn't really answer Ron's question: "Please allow me to introduce you to our ace agent, Harry Hart, the most elite senior agent of the 'tailor shop' that you laymen call."

The British gentleman walked over to Ron and held out his hand: "I think you must be the famous Mr. Ron Lee Cooper. Nice to meet you."

"Happy? How happy?"

"Uh... happy? In short, very happy." Ron's words made the gentleman who has always been known for his elegance feel overwhelmed immediately, so he could only change the topic to business: "I believe Mr. Holmes has already told you about my side In this case, I need some assistance, I believe you have heard about what happened to our tailor shop some time ago."

Because in public places with many people, Harry also used pronouns.

"Of course I know. It's unfortunate news to hear that one of your guys has resigned." Ron took a glass of champagne from the waiter: "Thank you."

"That's right," Harry said with a heavy expression, "We suspect that his resignation may have something to do with someone present."

"Then I guess it must be Director Nick Fury, right?" Ron squinted at Valentine.

"Nick? Fury? Is this Valentine's real name? Can you tell me about this piece of information? Our intelligence agent didn't find it at all."

If it weren't for Harry's serious tone, Ron would have thought he was joking with himself.

"Well, don't you Brits read Marvel comics? I'm talking about a character in the comics." Ron used his mobile phone to search for a picture of Director Nick Fury in Marvel and showed it to Harry: "Look This is the Director Nick Fury I was talking about, how about it? Isn't it similar?"

Harry suddenly realized and nodded: "Don't say it, it really looks like it!"

"So what happened to the Chief? Could it be that he really betrayed the Avengers? Was he going to have an affair with Thanos?" Ron borrowed a comic stalk, although Harry Hart couldn't understand it. Fortunately, he was logical and understood what Ron meant immediately.

"No, this time he is the big villain. I tracked down a doctor named Arnold some time ago. He was the last target of the guy we resigned to rescue, but it turned out that she came back intact, while my guy Turned into two corpses, lying on the iceberg."

Ron walked to the corner of the banquet hall with Harry, and Harry found a photo of Dr. Arnold on his mobile phone: "When I went to ask him about the situation at that time, not only did he not say anything, but his whole head seemed to be familiar." Exploded like a watermelon."

"Huh~ This should have been shot in the head by some large-caliber rifle from a long distance," Ron pushed the phone away disgustedly: "You are so immoral, and it will be summer soon, but you make it impossible for me to go straight in the future." What should I do if I look down on the watermelon?"

"Sir, please pay attention, we are talking about a very serious matter." Harry frowned: "Look, this is the image of him before he died. I thought he was blasted by some weapon from a long distance just like you head, but actually, it was something implanted in his neck that caused the explosion, here, under this scar."

Ron finally showed an interested expression: "This is interesting. Did someone plant a bomb in his neck? Then I think there must be a command signal before it explodes. Have you tried it?" To follow the signal?"

"Of course, the IP address we tracked was registered with Valentine, so he's our main focus right now."

"Just relying on an IP address? Wouldn't that be too much fun?" Ron twitched the corners of her mouth, she was not used to contacting serious people like Harry: "You know that even when hackers are conducting network attacks , will also hide their IP, or camouflage.

The targets of their camouflage are generally the registered IPs of major companies. As far as I know, Valentine’s company has tens of thousands of employees. Microemulsion’s computer of one of the employees, and then issuing instructions through his IP, is simply Nothing could be more normal. "

"Yeah, that's what we thought at first, but until we noticed this, I think you still have the impression, because you just met this person."

Harry called up another photo, it was the beautiful female secretary standing next to Valentine who had just sensed danger to Ron just now: "Look, he also has the exact same scar on the back of his neck, if I didn't guess Wrong, he should be implanted with the same chip as Dr. Arnold, as long as he receives instructions. Her beautiful head will also explode into a bloody firework immediately."

In order to keep up with Ron's rhythm, Harry made a rare joke, but Ron didn't appreciate it.

"Are you telling a bad joke, sir? Believe me, it's not funny, your sense of humor is as bad as my brother Sheldon's."

Ron took the phone, took a closer look at the picture, and took out the picture of Professor Arnold just now for comparison, and the conclusion he reached was exactly the same as what Harry said.

That's what the two men definitely have to do with each other.

Ron cursed inwardly. Before coming to the banquet, Hobbs invited her to go to the snow mountain to investigate together. He had already refused once.

Unexpectedly, even though he had already rejected Hobbs, he would still be pestered by another person with the same incident when he came to the banquet.

As if he is the hero of some hero movie, all good and bad things will always happen around him.

Fortunately, after experiencing so many incidents, Ron has long been used to it.

"Well, what do you want me to do? But no matter what you say, I need to remind you in advance that I am different from you, and I have almost paid back the favor I owed, so before you ask , better think about it, will I do what you say?"

(End of this chapter)