The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 532
"He's my creation. I've only used him in one place that can never be reproduced, and that's on a machine. Ernest Donhill isn't a spy, but you're right, he doesn't exist either. He's a product of the stress of survival instincts."

"Can you be more specific? I can't understand what you're saying." Ron was confused by Finch's words.

"Well, let me put it in a simpler way, Ernest Downhill is a machine!" Finch's dignified voice exploded in Ron's eardrums: "There is a virus in the machine, this is one of its stress mechanisms .”

"Stress mechanism?" Ron repeated the word.

Ron is no stranger to the word stress mechanism. It is a commonly used vocabulary in biology. Many creatures have this mechanism in order to survive. The most typical example is that geckos will take the initiative to dock their tails when they are in danger, and squids will dock their tails when they are in danger. It will spray ink from time to time, it's all the same, it just appears on the machine, this is the first time Ron has heard of it.

"You're still a genius, Finch," Ron couldn't help sighing, "You actually moved things from biology to a machine, so what exactly is a machine? Is it already a new life form with independent thinking?" ?It looks like a real human being.

See what he has done?After buying a company, a house, and renting a car for himself, I wouldn't be surprised if another girlfriend pops up now. "

"I don't know either," Finch's voice was a little dazed: "But this is not the most important issue now, there is one thing you should probably know, Ron, there is a virus in the machine, and this is the way it starts the application. Because of the activation mechanism, the machine will automatically restart in less than six hours."

"So, the final protection mechanism you added to the machine program is still the same as I thought at the beginning, is it to restart? In this case, what are we going to do so much effort?" Ron said a little funny when he heard this: "Why? Don't we just wait for him to reboot himself from the start?"

"No, Ron, the matter is far more serious than you think," Finch's tone became more serious: "Once it is restarted, the machine will call any public phone in Los Angeles, and the first person who receives the call , will obtain the highest authority of the machine and become the real master of the machine."

"Really? In that case, would you like to come with me? Harold."

As soon as Finch finished speaking, a woman with a sweet smile walked out from the shadow of the library, whom I hadn't seen for a long time.

"Finch, who is talking over there?" Ron asked curiously when he heard Finch's strange voice.

Root pointed the pistol at Finch, and pointed to the phone next to him to signal him to hang up quickly. Finch was about to call for help from Ron, but was stopped by a photo on the phone, and he could only say helplessly: "Uh , no one, it's the takeaway pizza I just ordered, I should eat, Ron, bye."

"Beep~" Finch hung up the phone, and Ron shook his head helplessly: "Well, it seems that there is trouble over there again."

With that said, Ron hailed a taxi: "Go to the old city library."

On the other side, Finch put down the phone and looked up at Gen: "What do you want?!"

"She's very bearable, isn't she? Harold," Gen proudly flipped through the photos on the phone with his fingers: "To be honest, I don't know how you can endure losing her life. I think you definitely don't want to lose her for a second time, right?"

"If you dare to hurt her..."

"I don't want to hurt Grace. I'm not a sociopath, Harold. Believe me, sometimes I wish I were. That way, I can let go a lot more when I'm doing what I need to do."

Grace, Finch's former fiancée, met his friend just before getting married, and his colleague who developed the machine with him was silenced by the government department, so Finch chose to hide himself, continue to fulfill his friend's will, and save those who were ignored by the NSA , but the list whose life is in danger at any time, this name has also become Finch's weakness.

"I don't like to kill, I will, because I believe in something more important, your machine, and at midnight tonight, when the virus counts down to zero, some public phone will ring and it will be the most important call ever Call, you already know, right?"

Gen looked at Finch with a half-smile: "I'm not like your stupid friend. I believe you don't know which phone will ring. I think the NSA knows this too."

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Ron sneezed twice at the entrance of the Los Angeles Police Station, and couldn't help tightening his coat: "Why does it feel like Los Angeles is colder this winter than in previous years? Seriously, Don't you feel cold in just a suit, Riise?"

"No, I've been used to it for a long time." Reese shook his head indifferently: "Thank you for getting me out of it, Ron, how is Finch now?"

An hour ago, when Reese was going to investigate the apartment rented by Tang Hill according to Finch's prompt, he was caught by the police who broke in suddenly. If Ron hadn't gone to the police station to bail him out Well, based on his criminal record at the police station, he should have been taken away by the CIA long ago.

"I think his condition is very bad." Ron took out a recording from the mobile phone player, and the recording was a conversation between Finch and another person:
"911, what help do you need?"

"I would like to report a break-in to Mr. Donhill's house. He is an extremely dangerous person."

"Why would he do that?" Reese looked puzzled.

"I guess if it's not that she doesn't want to see you, then someone forced her to make this call. Just when I was on the phone with Finch, I heard a strange woman's voice. Do you know who that is?"

Ron played the recording of the conversation with Finch just now for Reese to listen to again.

"It's root! She forced him to make a phone call!"

"It should be, so we should find your good friend now, which is why I fished you out of it." Ron's eyes flashed: "I guess after the experience last time, you should have Just be prepared for her being kidnapped again, right?"

Riise nodded: "It's just a pair of glasses. I've lost them before, so I'll put tracking devices on people I care about."

"I now understand why you and Harold hit it off. In case you forget, let me remind you that gays can now legally register for marriage in Los Angeles. My cousin just held a wedding with her boyfriend not long ago. Maybe You can also think about it." Ron said jokingly.

"This joke isn't funny at all." Reese twitched the corners of his eyes, took out his phone and glanced at the location of the tracker: "They are here! Dexima Company is the company under Tang Hill's name. We are now We must go there immediately."

As he said that, Riise looked up and looked around, and soon, he locked his eyes on the side of the road, a powerful Dodge Challenger: "This car looks good."

Riser touched the car body appreciatively, raised his arm and was about to smash the window glass, when a big hand immediately grabbed his arm, making him stagnate, Riser turned his head and looked at Ron suspiciously.

"If you don't want to cause trouble, I advise you not to do this. If you dare to damage this car, I guarantee that there will be a tough big bald head. Use a wrench to repair your head into a hexagon. His sweetheart," Ron flicked the key in front of Riise and opened the car door: "Besides, I have the key myself."

"Dodge Challenger, is this Dominique Toretto's car?" Reese showed a surprised expression: "I didn't know you still had friendship with him."

"There are many things you don't know, but I don't have time to explain them to you one by one. Do you want to get in the car?"

Ron had already started the car, Riise nodded: "Of course."

Downstairs of Dexima Company, when Ron and Riise arrived, several cars had already parked here. Seeing this, the two hurriedly took the elevator upstairs. When they arrived at the office, Finch was no longer in the office. There was only one figure of an old man, standing in front of the desk, looking at the codes on the paper coming out of the printer, meditating alone.

"I guess you must be curious about who I am?" The old man turned his head, his originally calm expression became flustered after seeing Ron: "Ron, why are you here?!"

"The purpose is the same as yours, of course it is also a clue to find that machine," Ron sneered: "I thought that the anonymous person was missing, and you would all be busy looking for him, but I didn't expect to find the machine here now. Me, the purpose of your looking for the machine is also to get Anonymous back."

"Of course, you believe me... just kill him!" The old man was halfway through speaking, and suddenly he ducked under the table, behind several load-bearing pillars in the office, turned out more than a dozen NSA agents, and pointed their guns at him in the first phase. Ron and Reaser.

Fortunately, they were well prepared. Before the old man finished speaking, Ron and Riise rushed to both sides.

"Bang bang bang..." The bullet hit the wall behind them, and it had no effect except adding a few bullet holes to the wall.

Ron got behind a pillar, knowing that he followed him and punched a pile of cement residue on the pillar, but Ron suddenly unbuttoned his coat, and at the same time he flung it to the right, he flashed out from the left. 0.1 seconds.

"Bang bang bang..." The agents quickly punched a row of bullet holes in Ron's coat, but the ordinary shooting exposed their position. Bourne's pistol quickly locked on the few positions that had just burst into flames, and with a flick of his finger , several agents lay down on the ground with a blood hole in the middle of their heads.

"Da da da……"

A fire suddenly flashed in the corner of the wall, and Ron quickly dodged to regain the back of the pillar. The bullet almost flew past his face: "Damn it, it's an assault rifle! Riise, work!"

With a roar from Ron, Riise, who had just hid under the table, suddenly stood up and fired a string of bullets in the direction of the assault rifle just now. wise.

He had just squatted down, and there were already agents who had locked onto his position and fired at his position continuously. If he hadn't squatted fast enough, he would have been killed by now.

"There are too many of them! There is heavy firepower! We must retreat!",

Ron tentatively stretched his pistol out of the pillar, and as soon as he fired a shot, he was greeted with numerous gunshots and concentrated fire, which made him withdraw his hand quickly: "Okay, you're right."

Ron reached into his pocket and took out two flash grenades and a smoke grenade, pulled out the insurance and smashed it hard at the wall in front of him.

Three grenades landed on the wall, and one quickly bounced back towards the agents.

"BOOM!" At the same time as the grenade exploded, Ron rolled on the spot, rolled behind the table where Riise was hiding, and ran towards the door while being dragged by Ron. The agents fired alternately from behind, and the agents were unable to lift their heads due to the continuous firepower. When he ran out of bullets, they finally fled into the elevator.

"Huh~" Ron let out a long breath as the elevator door closed, and shouted angrily, "I've never been in such a mess in Los Angeles! What's wrong with your location tracking? Is Finch really in this building?" ?”

"Wait, he just moved," Riise glanced at the tracking signal on his phone: "This direction is... the New Los Angeles Library?"

With long-term cooperation experience, Riise immediately judged Finch's next target.

"Ron, forget about the agents above, we must rush to rescue Finch now."

"OK, we're going to rescue Finch now, but we can't ignore these bastards, or they won't know whose territory this is!" Ron looked at the brightly lit windows upstairs, where they escaped just now. Come out where the office is located.

Reese stopped in front of Ron worriedly: "But time is urgent now, we should hurry to rescue Finch, there are only two of us, who knows if there will be other people with Finch, we can't separate."

"Who said we're going to be separated? Who else said we're just the two of us?" Ron pushed Riise's hand away, took out his phone, and sent two messages: "Okay, let's go now."

"Who did you send the information to just now? Our foreign aid?" Sitting in the car, Riise asked curiously.

"To be precise, it's my subordinates and friends. I don't know why, but you always have the illusion that I'm a lonely hero just like you, and if you ignore me, I have a lot of powerful subordinates." Ron drove, While proudly showing off: "Now, it's their turn to be unlucky."

At the Los Angeles headquarters of the IRS Special Operations Team, Hank and Arthur stood up excitedly at the same time: "Brothers, the message from BOSS, we have work to do!"

Not to be outdone, the two stared at each other. In the workshop office, a group of equally murderous fighters also picked up their weapons and stood up.

Several elderly people who were playing cards in the basement, after looking at the information on the mobile phone, also threw away the cards and hung all kinds of murder weapons all over their bodies: "It's really troublesome, I have to let the old people go out to work in the middle of the night."

The mouth is complaining, but the eyes are full of excitement.

On the other side, in the garage surrounded by various sports cars, the bald man suddenly turned off the music and shouted to the people who were having a party: "Family, take the guys and follow me now, we will have another A family, Ron needs help, WE ARE logging tired!"

……

Los Angeles tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

(End of this chapter)