The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 375 Visiting the CIA
"Boss, I really don't see why it is necessary to visit such an inefficient garbage organization like the CIA. We can make a random group of people, and the work efficiency will be as high as his entire department!"

Arthur lowered his voice, and said in Ron's ear with a sexy British accent, if Ron is a real American girl, he must love his bright bald head.

But alas, Ron was not.

"There is a saying in Huaxia, which is called 'Threesomes must have my teacher'. In the words of our Americans, 'Even in the garbage recycling bin, you can definitely find usable parts', even the worst-looking people. Something worth learning, Arthur." Ron said relaxedly: "Focus, Arthur, use your discerning eyes to observe everyone here."

After Halloween, the heaviest day besides Howard's wedding is Christmas. Ron originally planned to go back to his hometown in Texas, and he hasn't been back for a long time.

But just as he was about to leave, a phone call made him have to come to this communication event with the CIA.

The big boss personally gave the order, and Ron had no choice but to obey, but in line with the simple sentiment that I go to hell, you have to follow, Ron still didn't forget to trick his subordinates.

"I don't understand, why me?" Arthur followed behind Ron depressed.

"Mr. and Mrs. Smith asked me to go to Italy for vacation one month in advance, and Frank and his group of old guys formed a senior travel group to go fishing at sea... That is to say, everyone except you asked me in advance I'm on leave, so if you want to blame, I'll blame you for being too slow in asking for leave."

Ron patted Arthur on the shoulder and comforted him, then turned his head and smiled at the CIA receptionist who was leading them: "Sorry, please don't pay attention to the bad attitude of my subordinates, he said 'garbage' is not targeting you, It's just saying that all of you sitting here are rubbish, please don't get me wrong."

The corner of the CIA guide's mouth twitched, and he took two deep breaths before he could not draw his gun and kill the two guys in front of him: "Huh, okay, come with me, go down this elevator, our agent command The center has always been hidden in the basement."

"Now our field agents all carry special cameras and earphones with them. They can command the actions of agents in real time through the command center, and can even be accurate to each action. This has also reduced the death rate of our field agents by a large level. I think it's a very good technology to learn."

"Yes, for the mediocre, this method can indeed save their lives as much as possible, but if you want to protect them better, I will give you a suggestion, that is, don't let these idiots go out to perform tasks."

Ron looked around the command center proudly: "If you don't die, you won't die, as long as they nest together in this rat's nest... Sorry, what's the name of this place you just said."

"Agent command center." The CIA guide agent blushed.

"Yes, the Secret Service Command Center," Ron pointed to the female agents chatting together, "I don't remember any secret service agency that can hold birthday parties in the office during working hours like yours."

The guide followed the direction of Ron's finger, and several middle-aged men and women gathered together, and there was a piece of cake that had been cut among them, which made him feel dull.

"What are you doing?! It's working time now, go back to your work station!" The guide angrily dispersed the crowd, and frowned at the woman who was spitting cake on the plate: "What are you doing?"

"Ugh~ There's mouse droppings on this cake." The female agent said dying.

"Hahaha..." Ron couldn't hold back his laughter now, what did he just say?

As soon as he finished talking about the rat's nest, rat droppings came out to testify for him. It seemed that the communication activities with the CIA were not as boring as he expected. At least, it was quite interesting to see these CIAs making embarrassments.

"I'm sorry for letting you see such an unbearable scene." After the guide finished training, he came to Ron's side again: "Today is just a special situation. Our CIA has always been committed to defending world peace. You can never imagine that in What kind of efforts have we made under the peace you are accustomed to?"

The guide hurried back to make amends, and Ron thought in his heart: If you don't work hard, the world might be a little more peaceful.

Of course, he would never say such words in person.

"For example, now, we are using remote information support technology to solve the tracking work of a small nuclear bomb. Come with me."

The guide led Ron and the two behind a fat woman wearing earphones. In front of her, under the No. 1 perspective camera like a game, in a luxurious banquet hall, countless handsome men and women gathered together.

"The Baccarat crystal glass is so ingenious~" The agent glanced at the glass appreciatively, then suddenly swung it aside, and the glass exploded at the feet of a lady, immediately attracting everyone's attention, and he was here At that time, I walked into a small door, turned around a few times, and walked into the huge underground space of this banquet hall.

"This is the best agent of our department, Bradley Fine, what do you think?" Seeing the performance of the agent on the screen, the guide finally felt that his face was bright, and solemnly introduced to the two guests.

"It's a very old-fashioned method, but it's very effective, but if this is the level of the best agent in your department, then I can finally understand why Hobbs is so good," Ron said with a mocking smile: It was you who set it off."

"You!" The guide glared at Ron, but Arthur stared back at him rudely.

However, the dispute here did not interfere with the work of the female commander. She continued to direct the agent to bypass several patrolling people, and soon came behind the target person.

"Tyhomir, put your hands up!" The agent pointed the gun at the old man on the phone.

"Bradley Fine," the old man actually called out the agent's name: "I am honored to meet you."

"This is the best agent you just boasted?" Arthur also joined the ranks of ridicule: "Well, he may indeed be excellent, but you are also enough to hold back, and the agent who performed the task was called by the name at a glance by the target person. Do you know what that means?"

The guide shook his head in embarrassment.

"It means that your place is infiltrated like a sieve, idiot!" Arthur scolded unceremoniously. As a front-line agent, no one understands the danger in it better than him.

Being an agent is a job of dancing on the tip of a knife, and the biggest reliance is the confidentiality of one's identity, but this CIA agent has failed from the very beginning.

(End of this chapter)