The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 385 Operation London (Happy Chinese New Year to everyone)

"I hear you sent Hobbs an assistant?"

"Yes, that's right, Deke Shaw, you should be very impressed. How about the person who is most familiar with the UK among my masters who can stand on their own? 3000 million, you can't buy it at a loss, you can't be fooled, but you can buy it. Give one away, and get another top-level agent, how about it? Are you happy?"

Like a profiteer selling counterfeit and shoddy goods on the street, Ron said hard on the phone that this call was from Anonymous.

"It can be said that I am very impressed. He is indeed a very capable person, but I still want you to go there in person. You know, this is related to the fate of the whole world, and the fate of all mankind depends on the three of you. in hand."

"I know, don't worry, I'll go there soon, but before that, I believe they will let go of their prejudices and work together to save the world."

London, CIA operations branch, Hobbs finally met the partner Ron had arranged for him. Ron was right, his guess was indeed very close, but it was the answer he least wanted.

"Why are you?!" Hobbs said with disgust on his face, "I don't want to work with this guy, I will get angry when I see him."

"I don't want it either! What's the matter? This stupid big man knows how to show his stupid strength as soon as he gets mixed up. He is sure to die, because he has no brains, do you know? Even the brain is covered with muscles."

……

In an instant, the two exchanged more than a dozen sentences from their looks to their voices, from each other to their family members. The agents next to them looked at the two people who disliked each other, and they didn't even dare to intervene, let alone fight each other.

Didn't see two people, one is carrying a chair, the other is pulling a table, are they ready to fight?If you go in at this time, if you become the target of the two people's fire, you will definitely die miserably. Fortunately, this situation did not last long.

"OK, it seems a bit troublesome to ask you to cooperate directly," Ron's voice suddenly came out from the office stereo: "How about this, now you act separately, whoever finds the traitorous agent first, whoever wins? Sample?"

The two stared at each other, and finally calmed down, agreeing to Ron's proposal.

On the streets of London, Guan Yuming asked to the side: "Are you sure you don't need to worry about them?"

Beside him, Ron, dressed as a ruffian, closed his phone, pushed his sunglasses and shook his head. Less than an hour after Hobbs set off, Ron had already settled everything and climbed up with Guan Yuming under a false identity. The plane to London arrived only a little later than Hobbs.

"No, it's just to find someone, I believe they will handle it," Ron said confidently about his two old opponents: "But this time things are not that simple."

"There are several places in the investigation report that I don't understand, so I want to see it for myself."

Ron said this, of course, he had another meaning, that is, to keep Hobbs and the others in the light, and himself in the dark, so that it would be more convenient to act in the light and in the dark, but it goes without saying, Guan Yuming, who has started reading Sun Tzu's Art of War after retirement, naturally understands it.

"That's here. My old friend helped us buy an hour. If you look, hurry up." Guan Yuming pulled the cordon and made a new gesture. This is where the virus was lost.

In the cordon, everything remained the same except for the corpse, and the original corpse was replaced by a scene report and scene photos. With a little imagination, it was almost the same as the first scene.

Ron walked around the scene, remembering all the details in his mind, then closed his eyes, and imitated Sherlock to restore the whole scene in his mind. When he opened his eyes, there was no confusion in his eyes:

"I was skeptical before I came here, but now I'm finally sure that the traitorous agent must have been wronged."

"Why do you say that?" Guan Yuming also walked around the scene twice, but couldn't find anything, so he couldn't help asking in wonder.

"Look at this place first," Ron led Guan Yuming to a place where the deceased was marked with a white line, picked up the photo of the corpse and the autopsy report and handed it to Guan Yuming: "Look at this man, the cause of his death was stabbed by a brick die?"

"What's wrong with that?"

"Please~ Do you know how difficult it is?" Ron patted Lao Guantou's shoulder speechlessly: "Using a brick and inserting it into the chest, and the brick doesn't have any sharp edges, how did she poke the brick in?" ? Is she born with infinite strength, or is this unlucky one who died born without bones?"

Guan Yuming suddenly realized: "That's why you think she was wronged?"

"Of course it's not just this, but also here," Ron pulled Guan Yuming to the back of the truck delivering the virus, and put a photo of the anti-water female agent on the dent in the back door: "This dent is obviously someone in the car." The virus samples were guarded inside, and the person who snatched the virus smashed the door with his fist outside.

If the virus was really taken by this woman, tell me, can you imagine that such a beautiful woman would just give birth to a pair of fists the size of sandbags?Or a woman who is 1.7 meters long will grow a pair of big feet of size [-]? "

Ron finally touched the shoe prints on the ground with his feet. The shoes were about the same size as the shoes on his feet, both size [-].

"I can't imagine." Guan Yuming thought hard, but finally shook his head giving up: "But if she didn't do it, who would do it?"

"I don't know, but I can roughly deduce his appearance," Ron took out a tape measure from his pocket and measured the footprints, observed the scene from a new perspective, and finally spoke again.

"First of all, the assailant is a male, about 18 cm above and below 190 cm, I think it should be around 188 cm..."

Guan Yuming was stunned: "How did you reason this out?"

"A person's stride has a close functional relationship with his height. According to the formula, it is easy to calculate the approximate range. In addition, when a person punches, if he is not attacking a fixed target, he is used to hitting the position at the same level as his shoulder. This dent adds to my reasoning."

Guan Yuming couldn't help being amazed at Ron's reasoning: "What else? What clues are there?"

"Also, the perpetrator should be more than one person, and he has an accomplice. You can see that the tire wear marks on the ground over there should be caused by at least six motorcycles. We all know that according to the information provided by MI[-], they Only one truck was sent to escort it secretly, so these wear marks can only be caused by the group who intend to snatch the virus."

"Wait!" Guan Yuming suddenly heard a question from Ron's words: "What is someone who intends to steal the virus? Didn't you just say that the female agent was wronged?"

"Guess, these two statements are not contradictory." Ron shrugged and explained patiently: "Think about it, if the guys who planned to snatch the virus have snatched the virus, why bother to put all the charges on an innocent person?" Agents? If they want to get something, it would be more effective to directly threaten them with the virus."

"So I concluded that they must not have snatched the virus. The virus should still be in the hands of the wronged agent, so they framed her as a traitor, thus leaving her in a state of isolation without the help of her original companions. Only in this way will it be more convenient for them to attack the virus again."

"Of course, these inferences are not difficult. If there is no special purpose for hiding Mr. Theatre, I think he can see it with his wisdom. Am I right? Mycroft?"

As Ron said, he cast his eyes on the sundries piled up next to him.

Papapa~ After the sparse applause, a British gentleman with an umbrella under his arm turned out behind the sundries and applauded.

"WOW, WOW, WOW~ What a wonderful reasoning, Mr. Cooper." Mycroft looked at Ron appreciatively, as if he had never known him before: "Sherlock's evaluation of you is really his biggest Mistake, for a moment just now, I thought it was my unlovable younger brother reasoning.

Tell me, which one is the real you, the American cowboy who does what he says, or the great detective who thinks carefully? "

The flickering street lamps reflected bright and dark lights on the side of Mycroft's face. Guan Yuming didn't know why, but suddenly thought of the poisonous snake he had seen on the Vietnam battlefield, and he couldn't help touching his pistol.

"Who is he?" Guan Yuming asked in Chinese.

"It's just a self-righteous ghost." Ron also replied in Chinese.

"Ahem," Mycroft coughed awkwardly, and under the startled gazes of Ron and Guan Yuming, he even spoke in Chinese: "I don't think it's something a gentleman should do to speak ill of others in person. Besides, never From the perspective of your subordinates, you and I should be regarded as members of the ghost, Ron, you haven't answered my question yet? Which one is the real you?"

At the end, Mycroft's viper-like eyes came to Ron again.

"Of course it's a cowboy. It's just that I've been bored recently. I just read some tweets written by your brother. Although no one pays attention to them, we all know that the things he wrote are real dry goods for practitioners. Yes. wrong?"

Ron Howe looked directly into McCoff's gaze without fear: "In contrast, I want to know why such a lie that is so easy to see through will be sent to the allies in an affirmative way by an intelligence agency like MI[-]. "

"Or, can I believe now that outside this alley, there will be five hundred swordsmen ambushing, waiting for you to throw a cup as a sign, and then come in and kill us all?"

Ron was a little surprised that McCoff could also speak Chinese. However, since everyone is speaking Chinese now, Ron simply used a Chinese allusion as an example. Ron didn't believe that the other party would not understand.

"No, you misunderstood." Mycroft shook his head: "If I really plan to kill you, I won't show up at all. Even if you don't have confidence in my character, you should have confidence in your skills. The 0.119-second Ku Mr Pere."

"0.119 seconds?"

Guan Yuming looked at Ron suspiciously, and Ron hurriedly said unhappily before he continued to look down: "Please add an attributive before 0.119 seconds, the holder of the world's fastest drawing gun shooting record, thank you, otherwise others I thought I wasn’t capable of that.”

"Cough cough cough..." This time, Mycroft was almost choked to death by his own saliva: "I didn't come here to tell you this, I just told you that this time the matter is very complicated, although it stands to reason that I should tell you Offer some help, but with MI[-] infiltrated like a sieve, I can't help at all this time.

In addition, I will give you a piece of advice, don't trust anyone until everything is settled, the enemy this time is far stronger than you imagined. "

"Of course I know, Aideen, right?" Ron shrugged easily: "It's just a brainwashed cult, why do you all act like you are against Voldemort, and you dare not even mention their names? "

"Okay, it seems that you know it, then my task is completed." McPhee gave Ron a complicated look, took out an envelope from his pocket and put it on the glove box: "This is my The best assistance I can offer you, goodbye."

After speaking, Mycroft held up his umbrella, walked into the alley without looking back, and disappeared in the night.

"He's still holding an umbrella even though it's not raining? Why does this person look so incomprehensible? What does he mean?" Guan Yuming said that he was old and really couldn't understand.

"It's nothing, it's just that a politician can't bear to watch the largest mass cleansing in human history, and on the other hand, he doesn't want to offend the big donors who can manipulate the election results."

As for holding an umbrella, it is nothing more than using the umbrella to cover up the fact that I have been here under the camera lens.

Ron spat in disdain and opened the envelope: "But what he left may really come in handy."

While Ron and McCoff were having this unplanned meeting, Hobbs and Deckard had different gains respectively.

After Deckard Shaw found out that the defected agent was his sister, he went directly to his sister's residence, but there was no one in the residence, only the trap left by his sister and the MI[-] agent waiting for him. Deke took a lot of trouble. just got away.

And the progress of Hobbs is even more gratifying, he actually directly found the defected agent himself!
"A lot of dangerous people are looking for you." Hobbs stopped her at a street intersection.

"Then are you one of them?"

"It depends on what will happen in the next 30 seconds?" Hobbs walked up to the woman: "Choose a method first? Are you going to send text or Wu?"

"This is really a difficult choice, I need to think about it," the woman showed a thoughtful look, just when Hobbs was a little bit less vigilant, the woman suddenly picked up the motorcycle helmet next to him and swung it on Hobbs' head.

"DUANG~" Hobbs was hit on the head.

The woman succeeded in one blow, and before Hobbs could react, another helmet was launched from the bottom up, this time her target was Hobbs' key organs.

"DUANG~"

"Ah!" Hobbs screamed.

"Huh~ It really hurts." In the attic far away, Ron, who was watching this side with a telescope, couldn't help but feel pain for Hobbs: "I don't know if his poor caterpillar can still use it." ?”

"Boss, don't we need to help?" Guan Yuming asked worriedly.

"No, not at all, it's just a woman, the big man will take care of her, what we need to worry about is tomorrow, believe me, as soon as Hobbs brings her to the CIA branch, they will be attacked immediately, we were at that time It's good to go."

(End of this chapter)