The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 339 Suspect Tracking
Howard didn't believe it at first, until Rajesh raised his mobile phone and showed the evidence he had secretly photographed, Howard was stunned in shock.

Ron covered his face, and he remembered that when he and Hope were studying the difficult gymnastics postures by the window, it seemed that the flashlight was flashed below. He didn't pay attention to it at the time, thinking it was some passerby.

If you are photographed, you will be photographed. What’s the big deal? Isn’t Captain America’s banana picture spread all over the Internet~ How can you imagine that the passer-by is actually Rajesh? !
Ron gave Rajesh a vicious look, and Rajesh shrank his neck in fright.

"Howard, let me explain. That woman is not Bernadette at all. It's another gymnast I know. You may have seen her on TV. She just happens to look like Bernadette. Look, I still have photos, Bernadette will definitely not be able to do this action, right?"

Ron handed over the phone, which contained photos of him and Hope working out in the gymnasium.

"Huh~" Howard distinguished for a long time, and finally confirmed that although he looked alike, he was definitely not alone, so he breathed a sigh of relief: "I just said, Ron, you will definitely not be the kind of person who will attack brothers and women, scare you!" I'm dead."

"Wait, why don't you ask Ron why he wants to find a woman who looks like Bernadette?"

Rajesh's soul-piercing question directly turned Howard into petrification again. Ron was in the mood to kill someone at this moment.

"Howard, listen to my explanation..."

California, a military base in a remote valley not far from Los Angeles. When Hobbs, like an unknown person, suggested building a new system that can monitor everyone, he was brought here.

The ground part of this military base looks the same as other military bases, but the main part is not as simple as it looks, but is located under the lake in the valley.

Hundreds of cabinet-like large computers were sunk at the bottom of the lake, and the cooling of the lake allowed them to work normally. This number was even larger than the Microsoft hangar that Hobbs had visited before!

However, before Hobbs asked his full of doubts, Anonymous seemed to have seen through him, and spoke first: "Look, these are the real body of the Sky Eye system."

"How is it possible? If this is the eye of the sky, then what did we take back from the terrorists before? Didn't Ramsay say that he made this thing?"

It's okay if Anonymous doesn't talk about it, but Hobbs is even more confused when he talks about it.

"You don't really think that such a small chip can complete the control and calculation of all terminals of all satellite computers and mobile phones in the world?"

The Nameless looked at Hobbs with some helplessness. To be honest, if possible, she really didn't want such a stupid subordinate. He preferred a smarter subordinate like Ron, but unfortunately, Ron didn't like him. set.

Of course, Hobbs' stupidity cannot be entirely blamed on himself. According to Anonymous' speculation, it should be due to genetic differences.

Even without mentioning Ron, the achievements of other members of the Cooper family alone are enough to blow Hobbs to pieces.

An older brother, George Jr., who controls all tire sales in Texas, and a physicist Sheldon who is hailed by the scientific community as the most likely to win the Nobel Prize.

Even Missy, the most inconspicuous little girl in the Cooper family, this ordinary waiter is actually the actual controller of the Bob Forrest Gump restaurant chain behind her back.

But there is no way, Ron has his own ideas, in comparison, Hobbs is more obedient.

"The Sky Eye system has always been the highest-level secret project of the U.S. government. It is said that the origin of this project was developed by a boring female genius who planned to monitor her boyfriend's every move, but she only proposed the design drawing, and the real It was made by two other talented engineers."

"The chip that Ramsey inadvertently produced is just the key needed to log in to this system. Due to the high-end encryption technology, even if we don't have the key, we cannot use this system."

"But didn't you just say that we made this ourselves? Don't we have a key in our hands?"

"It was originally there, but it was destroyed by the maker of the machine. Those two engineers had great hostility towards us for some inexplicable reasons. One of them was dead, but the other still didn't know I need you to find him now."

Anonymous handed a file bag to Hobbs: "Here is his information, Dr. Harold Finch, he has a strong persecution paranoia, coupled with his understanding of the machine itself, he knows how to avoid the machine search, so we still have no way of finding him."

"Then why do you think I can?"

"Of course it's because of this." The anonymous person pulled out a stack of crime scene photos from the file bag in Hobbs's hand: "Mr. Finch is a person with a strong sense of justice, and he is very sensitive to another ability discovered when the machine is running." interested, i.e. predicting crime.

And it is recommended to stop those crimes based on the predicted information, but we all know that the greatest use of this machine is to deal with those hateful terrorists, which is also the main reason for our differences. "

"Although Mr. Finch blocked all the forecast information through the reserved back door, we at least know when it sent out the information, and the most recent one was last week, and these cases are all cases within the last week."

The nameless person emphasized his tone: "Hobbs, I need you to find the one that Dr. Finch intervened in among these crimes, and then follow the clues to find this person."

"Yes, sir." Hobbs was shocked, but immediately fell into confusion again: "But which one should I start with?"

"I think this drug case would be a good choice." Anonymous pulled out one of the photos.

Meanwhile, Ron just said the same thing in his office.

"I think this drug case would be a good choice," Ron threw the photo on the table: "Our expenses have been too high recently, and if we don't want to collect some tax, this quarter's bonus will be a problem .”

Little Carl raised his hand: "Then why don't we go to Silicon Valley for a tour? The companies there are all very rich, and they will definitely be able to collect a lot of taxes."

"My poor little pumpkin," Ron rubbed Carl's head vigorously: "Believe me, those capitalists in Silicon Valley will use all means you can imagine or imagine to avoid taxes reasonably, just arguing with them requires at least A season of work, I don't have that time.

In contrast, these drug dealers whose brains are full of muscles are obviously easier to deal with. "

(End of this chapter)