The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 540
As soon as the U.S. passport was revealed, Ron and Byrne easily entered the U.S. embassy, ​​and then the police who followed them saw that the situation was not good, and hurriedly followed, but were stopped by the embassy guards.

"Wait, stop, you have no jurisdiction here!"

"Are we safe?" It stands to reason that any ordinary person would feel a little uneasy when encountering such a situation, but Bourne was surprised to find that instead of feeling uneasy, he was a little excited.

It's as if all this has long been used to it.

"No, even if you go to the embassy, ​​there are still people here who want to arrest you. Although I don't know what you have done, hell, I can't even check my rank. Your entire agent information has been taken from you. Deleted from the system, I really don’t know, did you cooperate with Anonymous to do this on purpose, or someone deliberately framed you, unfortunately you have lost your memory, otherwise I would know something.”

Ron said regretfully while pulling Bourne through the embassy's office hall.

"I believe that my memory will come back at all." Bourne followed Ron and looked around vigilantly. He always felt that someone nearby was watching him. Sure enough, when his eyes met a person wearing When the man with the hidden earphones looked at each other, the other party immediately lowered his head guiltily: "I don't think we have shaken off the people following us, what should we do now?"

"It's really too easy to get rid of those people, but I'm still hesitating on what method to use. Normally, I just use my method to kill all the people who follow me." Ron said while holding his chin.

"Then what if it's my way?" Bourne asked. He had a strong premonition that the person in front of him knew him very well. Perhaps, using the way he was best at in the past could stimulate him to think of something.

"If it's your way, it's probably through endless tactical dodging, throwing away all those idiots, right? After all, you were called 'the most difficult person in the world' before."

Bourne recalled his nickname, and sighed: "The most difficult person in the world to track? What a cool nickname, what are your nicknames? They are the other two members of the three heroes of the Secret Service Academy I mentioned just now."

"Stop! The one with the red bag! Stand where you are!" Behind the corridor, the man who had just stared at Bourne took out a pair of handcuffs from his waist and walked over.

Bourne looked at Ron helplessly, and Ron looked at him in horror, and slowly backed away, as if he didn't know him at all.

"Damn it, your nickname must be 'The Best Actress'." Bourne muttered, staring at Ron.

"It's up to you~" Ron said with his mouth at an angle that only Bourne could see. At this time, the man who had just looked at Bourne had already brought his two men to him, forming a character. , surround him in the middle.

It turned out that he just shifted his gaze, not because he was guilty at all, but because he went to rescue soldiers.

"Don't move..." As soon as a guard next to him touched Bourne's shoulder, Bourne took a step back suddenly, took his hand and pulled it hard, and quickly put the other hand under his arm. Turning around, the guard While still dazed, Bourne somehow got behind him.

Pressing his body and pushing forward, the heads of the two guards hit each other hard, and they passed out.

At this time, the man who started to look at him took out his gun, but Bourne didn't put the gun in his eyes, and quietly touched the man's collar with his hand, and pulled it hard, a perfect over-the-shoulder When he fell, he threw the man to the ground and dropped the pistol aside.

Byrne reflexively picked up the pistol and pointed it out. The two guards who were going to come over to help immediately raised their hands and retreated.

Ron, who was still acting like a passerby with a panicked face, simply stopped acting: "As expected, it is you, you did a beautiful job, this time the action is much more neat than when you fought with me just now, it looks like you are bit by bit It's time to get back the feeling, do you remember anything now?"

Bourne thought hard and shook his head in disappointment: "I still don't remember anything? I don't even know your nickname or the other person's information, although you have repeatedly emphasized to me that the three of us are very good friends .”

"Well, whether you want to get up or not, let me introduce you formally. I am Ron Lee Cooper, a senior agent of the IRS, known as the 'most dangerous man' in the circle." Ron looked proud Said: "As for the other person, his name is Ethan Hunt. You will have a chance to meet him sooner or later. Why don't you ask him what his nickname is? How do we run now? It's all up to you."

"This way!" Bourne glanced at the floor plan posted on the wall, and led Ron into the stairs. As soon as they left, the man lying on the ground and recuperated immediately reported Ron's movements on the walkie-talkie .

Immediately, a group of heavily armed guards chased them in from the stairwell. Just as Ron and the others went up two floors, a man in a suit stood in front of them. punch, hitting the crotch of the man in the suit.

The suit could scream and roll down the stairs, and the two met and smiled.

"I now believe that we were trained in the same place before." Bourne said as he walked up the stairs, and stopped suddenly after taking two steps. He turned back and took out a walkie-talkie from the man, and hung the earphones on himself On the ear: "Wait a minute, I almost forgot to bring this."

All the information about the people chasing them was grasped by them.

"Why is your nickname the most dangerous man? Is it because you are the best at fighting?"

"Or, this nickname means that I am the most destructive." Ron flicked his coat, revealing all kinds of grenades hanging around his belt, and wearing a tactical vest full of weapons on his belt.

"The second team is going upstairs and is about to reach the fifth floor." Bourne's intercom rang the internal communication of the capture operation team, and he immediately led Ron out of the stairwell and quickly passed the office area on the fifth floor.

Because of the broadcast on the fifth floor, all the staff quickly returned to their offices and closed the door to avoid trouble. At this time, the pursuit team in the earphones was getting closer and closer.

"The way I think of now is to leave from that emergency escape route, but I think you will have a better way without breaking out of a large-scale conflict? From now on, I want to see what your way will be What's it like?"

"Are you sure?" Ron showed a smirk. Bourne felt a little bad, but he still nodded firmly. He has lost all his memory now. Although he has the instinctive reflex of his body, he still has a good relationship with a professional in full form. Of course, there is still a certain gap.

However, what he didn't know was that the faint feeling in his heart was actually part of his body's instincts, which originated from an instinctive reaction that was tricked by Ron in school.

"Then you must not regret it." Ron picked up a cup that fell on the ground, and slammed it hard at the monitor in the corridor, and then smashed the monitor down.

Then he used a fire extinguisher to smash open the emergency escape door that Bourne pointed out just now, and then used a wire to open an empty room.

Judging from the layout of the room, this is a dressing room. Ron pried open the cabinet and threw a large bag inside to Bourne: "Put all your things in this bag, and then put the original red bag from Throw out the window, and finally change into this outfit."

"But this is a set of women's clothing!" Bourne was dumbfounded as he looked at the clothes that Luo Endi brought up.

"Please, we are in the women's dressing room. If it's not women's clothing, what else can it be?" Ron said in a natural tone: "Don't you want to see my method? This is my method. Do you want it?" Put it on?"

"I'll wear it!" Bourne said through gritted teeth.

"By the way. Don't forget to wear black silk. For men who are dressed as women, stockings can cover the hair on your legs very well."

Ron threw an unopened silk stocking to Bone who didn't know where he found it, and kept taking out some small odds and ends from his pocket, wiped it on his face a few times, and changed from a young man to a A middle-aged man in his 40s, with a wig and mustache, and a pair of glasses. Although he was still wearing the same clothes, he looked completely different from the original.

"By the way, I have to throw this thing away too." Ron tore off the walkie-talkie from Bourne, and threw it into the trash can next to him.

At this time, Bourne had just put the stockings on his legs, and the top and skirt were barely put on his body and hadn't been put on yet. The clothes were messy, and most of the skin on his body was exposed.

At this time, the footsteps of the search team outside had arrived at the door, and Ron quickly put a wig on Bourne's head: "Now start to cooperate with me fully, OK?"

As soon as the words fell, the door was kicked open by the search team: "Everyone put their heads in their hands! Lie on the ground!"

After being yelled at like this, Ron fell flat on Bourne's body, and pinched Bourne's thigh wearing stockings, causing Bourne to raise his leg in pain, but in the eyes of the searchers, It was more like Bourne with his legs wrapped around Ron.

"Ah, gentlemen, don't kill me. I have money, and I can give you a lot of money." Ron's voice changed, becoming old and cloudy, and his tone lost his usual confidence and courage. He looked like an ordinary citizen who was in danger.

Bourne, on the other hand, clutched his chest reflexively, lowered his head, and his long hair covered most of his face, but Agent Jinming who came in didn't take it seriously, and smiled knowingly when he saw the ambiguous actions of the two.

"It's okay, sir, we're just doing a routine search, and you find another very dangerous prisoner." While comforting, the agent rummaged through the places where people could hide in the locker room. After finding nothing, he apologized again. , left the locker room, and carefully closed the door for them before leaving.

"This is your way?!" When the footsteps left outside, Bourne angrily tore off his wig and asked.

"Anyway? It's very effective, isn't it?" Ron said, pretending to touch Bourne's beautiful legs in stockings, "It's time for you to clean up your leg hairs, they've already stinged The torn stockings are a bit thorny to the touch, if it wasn't for the stupidity of those guys just now, you would definitely wear them."

"By the way, I almost forgot about this, come and smile at me." Ron took out his phone and took a photo of Bourne: "This photo is definitely good for Ethan as a New Year's card."

"Damn it, I don't want to wear this again!" Bourne wanted to tear off the women's clothing angrily, but was held back by Ron.

"Sorry. You may need to wear it for a while. I need you to wear it and leave the embassy with me. As long as you wear this dress, I guarantee that no one will notice you. My car is parked outside for two days. the street."

Bourne stomped his feet angrily, but he had no choice but to continue acting with Ron in women's clothing.

"OK, we're safe." Back in the car, Ron tore off all his disguise and let out a long sigh of relief: "Let's go now, we're going to Turkey, although you don't remember anything now, since Anonymous mentioned in the key If it comes to you, it must be useful to get you."

Bourne frowned: "Since just now, who is the nameless person you have been mentioning? Nameless person, will anyone have such a name?"

"Nsa, the director of the National Security Agency, holds the authority of the highest-level intelligence agency in the United States, and is also the teacher of our secret service school. Since then, he has been called this name."

"Listen, man, even though you don't remember anything, there's trouble now, the Doe is missing, and someone's looking for the two parts of the weapon he left behind, and according to the clues he left, you're an important part of the weapon , you must help me, otherwise many people will die because of it.”

Ron looked at Bourne sincerely, for once there was no trace of a joke in his eyes.

"Well, I promise to help you," Bourne nodded, and before Ron became happy, he went on to say: "But after I deal with my troubles, I want to know what happened to me , a week ago, I was rescued on a fishing boat, shot in the back several times, and I still have a bank account number, which is the one I just used at the Zurich bank."

"Okay, I promise to help you."

Ron thought for a while, nodded and agreed, with the help of Finch, he quickly found Bourne, but it would not be so smooth for Toretto and the others, so he was not in a hurry to go back.

In addition, he was also very curious, what happened?Even if it was just for the sake of the friendship between the two, he must have helped an excellent top-level agent like Bourne to such an embarrassing end.

"But tell me, what shall we do now?"

"Send me to Paris, this address," Bourne took out a slip from his passport and handed it to Ron: "There seems to be my house there, and I think there should be clues about what happened before."

(End of this chapter)