The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 533 Get permission
After Ron sent out a few messages, several of the most powerful local forces in Los Angeles were moved by the wind. The agents sent by the NSA to guard the public telephone hall were regarded as disasters, and even Uncle Fried Chicken's drug cartel was also involved. Kill a few agents standing by the public phone.

Uncle Fried Chicken is a member of the CIA. Although he has no major conflicts with the NSA, at this time, if he doesn't make a fool of himself, is he still a person?

As for revenge?

Everyone knows that the real master of the NSA is Anonymous. Now these NSA agents who are going around are just some unsafe factions of the NSA. When Anonymous returns, he may have to say thank you.

After all, during the period of Wuming's disappearance, not only did he not look for anyone, but he actively competed for an information monitoring terminal. No matter how you look at it, he has the potential to be a rebellious boy.

"We just go in like this and don't care about anything else? What if the NSA agents keep chasing us? What if they ambush us here? What if..."

At the door of the library, Riise said worriedly, but Ron just waved his hand indifferently: "Don't worry, they have no chance to send out pursuers, or in other words, it's not certain whether they can go back alive."

"Are you so confident?"

"Of course I'm so confident, because I'm the king of Los Angeles, and this is my city!" Ron declared domineeringly, with his back to the library and his embrace of the beautiful city in front of him.

"Let's go in quickly. If it's later, I'm afraid Finch will have an accident." Riise rolled his eyes and said worriedly.

On the other side, Finch and Gen had already entered the library.

"Los Angeles City Library, I should have known it was a library, it's so much like you, Harold." Walking into the library.Gen, couldn't help admiring Finch's taste: "Which phone will he call?"

"That one." Finch pointed to the public phone in the corner of the hall on the first floor. However, just as they were about to walk over, there was a sound of footsteps in the corridor. NSA agents had arrived, and the two quickly hid on the second floor.

"It seems that the NSA is one step ahead."

"It doesn't matter, although they have received the message, they can't receive the call," Gen's eyes walked around the telephone line, and finally landed on the metal box where several public telephone lines are gathered, and an idea immediately popped into her mind Forming: "The junction box is there, Harold, you connect the phone line below to this public phone, and I'll do the rest."

"Be careful what you expect, Gen. The kind of communication you expect may be different from what you imagined." Finch sat in front of the junction box and issued a final warning.

"It's not about me, it's about freeing the machine from the NSA, from what you've done to it," Root murmured like an obsessed fanatic. "I'll answer the phone when it rings, and then you Together, I will find the machine and set it free."

If Ron's belief is his own strength, and Toretto's belief is the V8 engine, then that root's belief is the omniscient machine created by Finch.

Under normal circumstances, believers worship the creator of the god they believe in no less than they worship their own god, but when it comes to the roots, they are a bit entangled, because although Finch created the machine, in order to prevent the machine from being too intelligent, he A series of procedures were also used to kill the possibility of further growth of the machine.

"Bang bang!" Ron killed an NSA agent in the library with a double strike, and before his companion could react, he rushed forward and dodged behind the pillars in the library hall.

The killed fellow agent had just drawn out his pistol and was about to kill Ron, but he didn't expect another figure to flash through the side door they came in.

"Bang bang!" It was Riise's double combo again, killing the agent who was about to attack Ron, well, he successfully attracted the attention of others to himself, and when these people were about to attack Riise, Ron flashed from behind the pillar again.

"Boom!"

The two people fired alternately and covered each other's way forward, killing everyone in the corridor in just 2 minutes.

"Your marksmanship is terrible. If I hadn't just seen your resume in the CIA, I would almost doubt whether you are an elite agent." Ron casually took a shot in the head of the agent Riise didn't kill, and casually complained Said: "Your marksmanship has regressed too much."

"No, my marksmanship has always been like this... Be careful!" Riser was about to discuss the issue of marksmanship with Luo En when an agent suddenly appeared from the corner and punched Ron's pistol away. Stabbing Ron in the stomach, Riise hurriedly reminded him.

But I don't want his reminder, it's just superfluous.

Seeing that the dagger was about to pierce his clothes, Ron stretched out his hand, and then pushed the hand holding the dagger away. Seeing this, the agent quickly used the other hand that had just knocked out Ron's pistol, and strangled Ron's neck. But before it touched Ron's neck, Ron's upper hand turned his wrist and directly wrapped his arm around him and pulled it hard.

The agent just leaned back hard, trying to pull his hand back, but he didn't want the strength in Ron's hand to suddenly loosen, and the palm that had just pushed the dagger away suddenly turned into a fist.

Just when the agent thought that the fist that was less than ten centimeters away from his stomach would not be able to exert much power, he didn't notice that Ron took half a step forward on his toes, exerting a little force on the ground, and the force followed the galloping legs The muscle was transmitted to the waist, and was sent forward by the movement of turning around. In an instant, all the strength of the whole body was concentrated on this fist.

"Pfft~" The fist hit the agent's stomach, and the agent spit out a big mouthful of blood, and flew out backwards, Riser hurriedly stepped forward to check his breath.

Already completely out of breath, Riise looked at Ron with horror on his face: "My God, you actually killed him with one punch at such a short distance. How did you do it?"

Riise himself is also a master of close combat. He has never seen or heard of Ron's fighting skills.

"Half-step Bengquan, plus a little bit of Cunjin's force technique, if you have learned a little Chinese martial arts, you can do it too," Ron tried his best to pretend to be a calm master, and brushed his sleeves The non-existent dust: "I heard that you also went to China to perform missions. I thought you had seen Chinese martial arts."

"I've seen it before," Riese said, showing an expression of eating a fly: "When I was on a mission in Huaxia, I met a martial arts master with particularly graceful movements in the park. He was an old man in his 70s. I Ask him for advice, and he told me to try punching him."

Ron asked curiously, "Then what?"

"Then our team's entire [-] U.S. dollars in activity expenses turned into the old man's medical expenses."

"Hahaha..." Ron smiled unkindly.

While the two of them were talking, Gen, who heard the noise on the second floor, saw them and said enviously, "Look, John is chasing you from all corners of the world. You are so loving. I want to raise one like this too." pet."

"He's not a pet, he's my companion." Finch continued to work without looking up.

Downstairs, Riise picked up the dead agent's mobile phone, only to find that his mobile phone had already been connected to the library's surveillance cameras. In the cameras at several gates of the library, a group of agents who heard the gunshots were surrounding them from all directions. The situation is very bad.

"Hope you've got enough bullets, Ron, because there's a whole bunch of people behind us and we're in big trouble."

"Don't worry, I'm carrying a full division's equipment." Ron patted his pockets confidently.

Riise thought he was bragging or exaggerating. However, only Lorne knew that what he said was true. Although a division was a bit exaggerated, the equipment in Ron's portable space was definitely more than enough to arm a regiment.

"Hurry up, Harold, the countdown is over soon, and the future is about to start," Gen urged in a low voice anxiously: "5, 4, 3..."

"Okay!" Finch, you finally reconnected the line before the countdown ended. Gen, turned around in satisfaction, and walked slowly to the public phone on the second floor. However, what he didn't know was that she just turned around. In an instant, Finch took a piece of wire from his sleeve and reconnected the line of the pay phone downstairs next to Ron to the pay phone on the second floor.

"Dingling~" The two public phones upstairs and downstairs rang at the same time, because they were so close together, and because Gen's attention was all focused on the public phone in front of him, he didn't notice the public phone downstairs at all. also sounded at the same time.

She picked up the phone with excitement on her face, and Ron also picked up the phone quickly.

"Can you hear me?" A stiff and indistinct electronic voice rang through the phone.

"Of course." Ron replied.

"This is not a good time to answer the phone! Come on, Ron, they're coming, we have to retreat or hide!"

The footsteps in the corridor were getting closer and closer, Riise next to him was still anxiously urging, but the electronic voice on the public phone suddenly said: "Three o'clock."

Ron shot back without looking at it, and shot in the direction indicated by the electronics supplier.

"Bang!" The agent who just poked his head out of the corridor echoed to the ground.

Reese was shocked: "How did you do it?"

"Four o'clock."

The mechanical sound sounded again, and the corner of Ron's mouth curled into an excited smile. According to the instructions, he shot and killed the agent who had just rushed out of the corridor without turning his head: "You may not believe me if I tell you."

"11 o'clock."

"boom!"

Ron's shooting became more and more comfortable: "I now feel like God, omniscient and omnipotent."

"ten o'clock."

"boom!"

"Now I'm starting to understand more and more why this thing drives so many people crazy! This thing is so easy to use!"

Every time the mechanical voice on the public phone gave a reminder, Ron would reflexively shoot in the direction of the reminder, and the agents seemed to appear in the direction where Ron shot, as if they had made an appointment.

Li sir even had an absurd feeling, as if it wasn't Ron who was shooting at them, but they were specifically hitting Ron's bullets.

"Whatever? We should go now."

Although Riise was still puzzled, he knew that we were outnumbered, and it would be absolutely useless to stay, but the mechanical voice on the public phone seemed to be able to hear what Riise was saying, and immediately responded: "Stay. "

"Stay," said Ron.

"what?!"

"From now on, everything is under my command." Ron probed the microphone with his hand: "The public phone is too inconvenient, can you call my mobile phone directly? It will be more convenient for me to answer it with a headset."

"Dingling~" Ron's phone rang immediately, and Ron pressed the answer button and hung up the headset.

"One o'clock."

"Nine o'clock."

……

Ron stood in place in the lobby on the first floor, like a precise turret, always able to predict the enemy's route in advance, and kill them before the enemy came out.

After a while, the corridors connecting the hall to the door were filled with dead bodies. During the whole process, Riise watched in amazement, and didn't even get a chance to help.

"Leave now, quick!"

The tone of the mechanical voice changed, and Ron patted Riise on the shoulder with unsatisfied intentions: "Okay, we can go now."

"Wait!" Riise suddenly paused when he looked down at his phone: "It seems that my tracker has been discovered, we lost Finch's track, and I don't know where to go now."

"It doesn't matter, the machine may know," Ron pointed to the headset, "tell me where Finch is."

"Didi." Ron's mobile phone made a crisp notification sound, the map application was automatically opened, and a new red dot was marked on the map.

"Violence is about to happen."

Riise happened to also read the notification on the phone.

"What should we do now? Should we do the savior side mission sent by the machine first, or rescue your partner first?" Ron threw the question to Riise.

"Save people first." Reese made a decision almost without hesitation: "Gen worships machines, and she just wants to set them free, so she won't do anything to Finch, but saving people is Finch's and my wish."

"Well, as you wish, you should be glad that I just have some time." Ron nodded in agreement.

He needs the help of the machine to find Nameless, but Nameless has been missing for a week, and it's not too far away.

"Although I have no interest in being a saint to save people, if I can only have a few people, it will be regarded as a little virtue."

"Several people?"

Ron rolled his eyes: "You don't think the machine will arrange a goal for us along the way, do you? No way? Are you really so naive?"

As Ron spoke, he kicked open the garage door, which was prompted by the machine. Two men in hoods sandwiched a heavily tied man in the middle. They were recording a video demanding ransom. Ron killed them with two shots without saying a word. .

"Drip."

The notification tone of the mobile phone rang again, and I didn't even look at it this time, so I handed the mobile phone to Riser.

Sure enough, there was another message prompting violence, this time the location was still on the way to track Finch, a little closer to them.

"See what I'm saying?"

(End of this chapter)