The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 531 Machine Failure
At the headquarters of the IRS Los Angeles Special Operations Team, Ron summoned all his subordinates together very rarely. Everyone looked at Ron suspiciously, because this situation has happened twice so far, but both times were major events. Did something happen again this time?

"Guys, I need to know the whereabouts of a man, Anonymous, the one from the NSA, some of you may know him well, like you, Deckard Shaw, and you, Giselle."

Ron pointed out the two people who had had in-depth contact with Nameless before, and the two shook their heads helplessly. Deke Shaw was just the target of Nameless's pursuit, and he would be damned if he had news about Nameless.

"You are embarrassing me, Boss. You know that I and him are only related to arrest and arrest. If you ask me, you might as well ask, Gizelle, she may know more."

Ron cast his eyes on Giselle, who still shook his head: "I used to be a small agent who belonged to the CIA and occasionally served for the NSA. I'm not qualified to get in touch with such a heavyweight. I think you are wrong. Like."

"Boss, I think it is very unwise for you to come to us to investigate the whereabouts of Anonymous." Seeing the silence of the crowd, Andy simply stood up and said on behalf of everyone: "Although we are a tax investigation agency in name, we are half an intelligence agency. , but for someone's reason, I don't name who, the vast majority of our members are combatants, you let these people do anything, even attacking a small country is fine, but doing intelligence If so, isn’t it a bit too embarrassing for everyone?”

Endy's words made everyone nod in approval, and Ron's face turned black. Although Andy said that he was not named, anyone with a brain would know that he was talking about him, but he couldn't refute it.

Because what Andy said is the truth, the members of the special operations team are indeed selected by him, and it is true that as Andy said, the most outstanding ability of most people is combat effectiveness, but when it comes to intelligence investigation, it is Not so good at it anymore.

"You're right, maybe I should talk to someone who is really good at intelligence work, and that's all for today." Ron got up and took out the encrypted recorder from his pocket and put it on the table: "Chris , Ask your friend to help me decipher this, and see if you can decipher the contents."

Chris has a good friend whom he has known since he was a child, and he is a top-notch hacker. Ron entrusted him with this job based on the thought of not using it for nothing.

"No problem." Chris replied succinctly as always.

When Ron was troubled by not being able to find Anonymous, what he didn't know was that many other people were also troubled, but they were troubled by different things.

NSA, Special Intelligence Section, the person in charge is yelling at the agents under him: "Just a little bit, fortunately, the person who planted the bomb is an amateur, otherwise we will have the second 911/[-] incident soon! Are you people What are you eating!"

"It's not our fault, BOSS, we haven't received a number for a week."

An agent said aggrievedly, but the person in charge behind the desk became even more angry and slapped the table hard: "Don't make excuses for your incompetence! We didn't have a number in the past, but we still resisted many attacks against the United States. Action! Get the hell out of here, no matter what means you use, I don't want to see another terrorist attack happen this month!"

There was a row of scolded agents standing in front of him. Hearing this, the Alliance swarmed out of the office, for fear of being caught and continued to reprimand.

When the people in the office were gone, the person in charge lay weakly on the sofa and looked at the ceiling and muttered to himself: "This is definitely not going to work, we must quickly restore the machine to normal..."

"Dingling~" The computer suddenly received an email, and the person in charge looked overjoyed, and quickly picked up the landline phone on the table: "The chip we discovered before was cracked by technicians, and it is related to a company called Dexima Technology. Immediately put down the work in hand and investigate this company..."

At the same time, the same problem was being complained to Finch by Riise: "We haven't received a new number for ten days, what's the situation now? Do you think we can still receive numbers in the future? Or is it that the virus has already passed?" Permanently destroy your machine?"

"I believe the machine is still active, but it can't contact us." Finch replied casually while sorting out the information.

At this moment, the hound, which had been lying quietly on the ground, suddenly stood up and barked in the direction of the door. Riise quickly drew out his pistol and pointed it at the door: "Who is it?"

"It's me," the person at the door came out of the shadows and came to the light, it was none other than Ron: "Relax, we are friends, right?"

"Ron, what are you doing here?" Because of the fear of Ron's strength, Riise still maintained a vigilant posture.

"I originally planned to ask you for some intelligence support, but now it seems that maybe you also need help." Ron whistled, and the hound ran to his side very familiarly, and enjoyed being rubbed by Ron on the dog's head.

"I appreciate your innocence, Ron, but I believe that it would be better to leave my professional work to professional people," Finch replied unceremoniously, but as soon as he finished speaking, the people in the library The landline suddenly rang.

"Ring Ling Ling..."

The three looked at each other, and Riise was the first to react: "My God, did the machine fix itself?"

"Not necessarily." Under the gaze of the two people, Finch picked up the phone solemnly. After a vague electronic sound, he wrote the new number in the notebook.

"It looks like your machine is going to start working again, can you ask him to do me a little favor now? I need to find someone," Ron looked around, his eyes locked on the computer's camera, and he walked over to the camera. Waving: "Hi! I know you can see me, I know what I'm talking about, I need your help, help me find someone, code name Anonymous, from the NSA."

Then Ron took out his mobile phone, stared at the screen and waited for the message from the machine, and an embarrassing thing happened. Ron looked at the phone so hard that he couldn't wait for the message from the machine.

"Ron, I think the machine hasn't recovered yet, he's just guiding us to clues that can help him."

On the other side, Finch had entered the social security number into the computer, printed out a photo of the owner of the number and pasted it on the whiteboard.

"Who is he? He looks familiar, as if he's seen it on TV." Ron asked curiously.

"Ernest Downhill, the CEO of a data entry company, perhaps you may have just seen an interview with him, who recently bought several public phone companies in Los Angeles, has a net worth of over $2000 million." Finch photo Looking at the information on the computer, he read: "Sorry, Ron, if you want to get information from the machine, maybe you need to help us fix his fault first."

"It seems that I have no choice. Tell me, what should I do?"

Ron shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly that Anonymous belongs to the NSA and is one of the highest-level confidential personnel. Not to mention that all his information is hidden in a database that is not connected to the Internet. His personal data can only be found, but if you want to keep track of Anonymous's whereabouts or other information related to him, no one or organization can do it except for the machines that monitor every electronic device.

"First of all, we need to find this Mr. Tang Hill, but he is very cautious, so it is quite difficult to hack into his company's database, and using a unique ten-digit alphanumeric character without repetition as a password, I can Cracking it, but it will take time, why don't we visit Mr. Tang Hill in person?"

"I don't think it's necessary."

Ron shook his head and rejected Finch's proposal. When Finch named the company, Ron sent the company name and CEO's name to Hobbs. The FBI has the authority to retrieve consumption records. To his personal consumption record, then you can know where he is right away.

Sure enough, Hobbs' message came back quickly.

"Five minutes ago, Tang Hill's secretary just rented a car and went to the airport to pick him up and return to the company. It is estimated that he will arrive within an hour. Maybe we can say hello to him on the way."

"I'll go with you." Reese stood up and said.

"No, I can go alone." Ron patted Reise on the shoulder and said, "You stay to protect Finch, and you don't want someone to take him away again while you're not around, do you?"

Ron was talking about the last time Finch was robbed, Riise nodded heavily.

Since Riise was kidnapped by Gen last time, Riise has been inseparable from Finch for a long time, almost becoming a personal bodyguard. He didn't relax until he was sure that the woman was focusing on other things. Things are unusual, and the assumption that the real target of the other party is Finch himself cannot be ruled out.

Twenty minutes later, Ron parked the car beside the only road from the airport to the city, flipped the seat, and lay down in the car, creating an illusion of people inside the car.

"Finch, report the location of Mr. Tang Hill."

"According to the GPS on the car, there is only one kilometer between Tang Hill and you."

Ron glanced up slightly, and there were no other vehicles on the road except for a commercial vehicle that just passed by him.

"I haven't seen him yet."

"Mr. Tang Hill's car will show up at any time..."

"Wait, I saw him." At the bottom of the viaduct ahead, a black car was slowly driving down from above, and the faintly visible license plate number was officially the one rented by Tang Hill.

However, before Ron's joy lasted for a minute, he suddenly discovered that a drone flew in the sky at some point, and after circling in the air, it swooped down on the car that Tang Hill rented.

"Damn it! They're going to blow up Don Sil's car!"

Ron quickly opened the car door and jumped out of the car, lifted the hem of his suit, and quickly pulled out the revolver to shoot at the drone: "Bang bang bang..."

Almost instantly, six bullets were fired, but unfortunately it was still a step late.

Although the bullet hit the drone, the self-destruct system of the drone had already been activated. With a "boom", the car turned into a fireball and overturned on the ground.

"Ron! Ron! How are you doing? Is Mr. Don Hill all right?"

Hearing the abnormal noise over there, Reese shouted anxiously through the earphones, and Ron hung down his handgun in frustration: "Sorry, I'm a step late, the drone has already blown up the car, and Mr. Tang Hill has... "

While talking, Ron walked to the car and opened the door, but was so surprised by the situation inside that he was speechless.

In the middle of speaking, Riise became even more anxious: "What's wrong with him? You are talking!"

"He's not in the car!"

In the car, except for a dying driver, there was no second person, Tang Hill Ron felt that he was being played: "Finch, I think Mr. Tang Hill may know that someone is planning to kill him, and even knows more than one group of people I wanted to find him, so I set up my suspicions, and then hid myself, hell! I was looking for someone, and now I want to add one more person to the list of people I want to look for?"

"I don't think so." Finch shook his head and replied, "I just discovered a very strange thing. None of the employees in Tang Hill's company have ever seen him, and even his secretary was recruited online. Do you know what that means?"

"This means that this person may not exist at all," Ron's eyes lit up, and he used his mobile phone to call up Mr. Tang Hill's photo.

When he looked at this photo after having the preconceived notion that this person didn't exist at all, Ron finally found out where his familiarity came from.

"Finch, use a computer to disassemble Don Hill's photo. Hell, this person's photo was synthesized from photos of Nicolas Cage and Johnny Depp! No wonder I always feel so familiar!"

In the library, Finch synthesized the photos of the two stars mentioned by Ron, and sure enough, he got Tang Hill's photo.

"You're right, Ron." Finch looked at the photo on the computer and frowned, "But where did his identity come from?"

"This kind of situation is very common in our industry. The official undercover agent has constructed his career, residence, and life in advance. Even when you go to the school in his profile, you can still see the revised graduation photo with the undercover agent. There is nothing wrong with Sihao Flaws, and then one day the operation was cancelled, the person in charge was lazy and didn’t clear up the original false identity, this false identity was taken advantage of by someone with a heart, if I were you, I would go and check now, where is his mobile phone located.”

"Wait a minute," Finch tapped on the computer: "I hacked into Mr. Tang Hill's mobile phone bill. According to GPS data, he appeared near Hollywood Boulevard two days ago."

Ron received a photo of a map sent by Finch on his mobile phone. A location was marked with a red dot on an empty square.

"He sent an e-mail right here, but there's no one there, someone tampered with the data, I think I know who he is..."

Finch stood up suddenly.

"Who is he?"

(End of this chapter)