The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 564
Germany, Munich Airport, under the envious eyes of the male passengers on the same plane, two lucky people who got almost the business cards of the flight attendants on the plane got off the plane.

As he walked, Ron continued to use a pen to mark letters like CDEF on each business card with his superb memory. Why are there no A and B?Because as soon as he stepped down the gangway, Ron threw the A and B business cards into the trash can.

But before Ron could choose the lucky one from these business cards tonight, Ethan grabbed the business card from Ron's hand and stuffed them into the trash can together: "Damn, I asked you to come to Germany with me, but Not for this matter! I can't believe that you don't even have Bourne's contact information!"

"This is to protect him, otherwise the phone will be tapped by your CIA sooner or later. Listen, Ethan, no matter what it is, it is useless to worry about it. I think maybe you can relax like me. Let your brain empty, so that you can sort out your thoughts and come up with a good way."

Ron said, like a magic trick, and pulled out a business card marked G from his sleeve: "I kept it specially for you, how about it? Enough for brothers?"

"Again, we didn't come here to do this!" Ethan's forehead burst into blue veins: "If you want to play, after we save Bourne, I will pay you to play! Is that okay... What's the matter? "

In the middle of Ethan's speech, Ron raised his hand: "Report, I want to hit ten!"

"As long as your kidneys can bear it, I'll find you 100!" Ethan was about to go crazy: "You have such a good relationship with Bourne, so you don't worry about him at all?"

This time, Ron put away his cynical smiling face very rarely, and replied solemnly: "Of course I am worried, but don't forget, Bourne is not a two or three-year-old child, no matter who it is? As long as you provoke him, Even if he doesn't die, he still has to peel off his skin, he's not that easy to deal with."

"Okay, we've arrived in Germany, where are we going now?"

Ethan usually completes almost all missions and actions with his team. Although he is very versatile, he is spoiled and habitually entrusts the work of collecting intelligence to others. For example, this time, he entrusted Ron.

Of course, it is even more impossible for Ron to do the boring work of collecting information. After the task arrived at Ron's place, he was subcontracted to Finch again. Soon, Ron knew everything he wanted to know.

"In the suburbs, in the villa area, according to the latest information, there is a CIA agent who once belonged to the Stumbling Block Project with Bourne. If Bourne wants to know about his past, or why there are no His fingerprints, then finding this person is his best choice."

Ethan was a little confused: "No, didn't you say that Bourne didn't remember anything?"

"Please, he just lost his memory, and he's not stupid. As long as she wants to investigate the relevant information, countless clues will point it here," Ron drew a circle on the map with a pencil, and waved to stop a taxi: "The driver , please bring us here."

An hour later, outside the villa that Ron circled on the map, a man with glasses and a gentle appearance returned home with shopping bags in his arms.

He just opened the refrigerator door and put the food in the refrigerator, and immediately saw through the reflection inside the refrigerator that there was a vague figure behind him, and he quickly reached out from a plastic bag containing vegetables, a pistol with a silencer was held in the hand.

The man turned around quickly, and almost at the same time he was pointed at by the gun, he pointed the muzzle at the blurred figure behind him.

The action of "click, click" pulling the trigger has no other gain except for two crisp sounds.

Bourne said: "Don't bother, the bullet has already been removed by me."

"No wonder the gun feels lighter." The man let go of his hand with a chuckle, allowing the pistol to slide to the ground, and Bourne threw her a strong cable tie to tie his hands in front of him. Ron and Ethan, who had already hacked into the villa's monitoring system, saw it squarely.

"Bourne is still Bourne. Even if he loses his memory, he still remembers to have his hands tied in front of him. What do you think?" After admiring Bourne's actions, Ethan did not forget to ask Ron to make some more comments.

"It's still regressing," Ron shook his head: "If it were me, I would use a ten-centimeter steel wire to trip the grenade safety pin on his clothes, so that his body can only be bowed, even if he can't stand straight No more, as long as his body moves a little bigger, the grenade will blow him to pieces immediately."

"Why are you so careful now?"

"Because you have suffered a lot, be careful and you won't make a big mistake, not to mention..." Ron sent a file on Ethan's mobile phone: "This guy is an elite trained by another secret service school, pay attention to the column of unarmed combat, It got an S, like you, and Byrne got an A in this subject."

After confirming that the hands of the man with glasses were indeed restricted, Bernik impatiently picked up the documents and files on other tables.

"What are you looking for?" the man with eyes asked.

"Conrad, where did you put his file?!"

"Destroyed, when he died, the day you left Switzerland"

"What about the stumbling block plan?" Bourne hurriedly asked.

"It's been closed for a long time, these are in the past tense, we are the last two."

Bourne walked over when he heard the words, and kicked the man with glasses to the ground: "Then if this is the case, why are all of them chasing and killing me?!"

"I really don't know anything, I don't need to lie to you." The man with glasses lay on the ground like a salted fish, he didn't even stand up, as if he had accepted his fate: "I thought you came to kill me." Mine, sorry."

"I'm sorry? What did you do?" Bourne was taken aback for a moment, then immediately realized: "You called someone!"

At this moment, the landline at home suddenly rang, and just as Bourne turned his head, the man in glasses on the ground suddenly stood up like a carp, kicked Bourne's pistol away, and raised his bound hands above his head , and then slammed down hard again, and when Bourne bent down, the man with glasses pressed his knee against his face again.

"Look, what am I talking about? He will definitely suffer!" Ron screamed excitedly, as if the one being beaten was not his good brother at all, but watching an exciting boxing match, even he He also took out chocolate and peanut snacks from his pocket and ate them.

Ethan was stunned by Ron's actions. When Ron saw this, he poured more than half of the snacks in the bag into his mouth, and then handed the rest of the dry bag to Ethan: "You want some too. ?"

Ethan was furious: "Bourne is being beaten! You are here to eat? Is it time for you to play?"

"It's still very early, and I don't think Bourne is at a disadvantage now. The opponent's hands are tied together, plus his feet, there are only three attack points in total, but Bourne is not restrained by any means, and he can use any part to attack. , He is sure to win this game, want to bet? I bet 50 cents."

Just as Ron raised the money, as if to prove his words, Bourne seized the opportunity to hug the knee that kicked him in front of his face, and the man with glasses was guided by Yang to sit on the kitchen cabinet.

As soon as he hit it, Bourne didn't wait for him to react, and then pulled his hair and rubbed it back and forth on the kitchen counter.

After smashing the pile of plates on the counter, the head of the man with glasses was finally knocked bloody, and he naturally passed out.

But this time, Bourne learned his lesson and didn't choose to trust his performance. Instead, he picked up a kitchen knife from the kitchen chopping board and inserted it into the glasses man's throat, before he heaved a sigh of relief.

But now, the alarm bells were ringing in the villa, and through the glass window, he saw several cars encircling the villa.

Bourne had an idea, went to the kitchen, cut the gas pipe, and then stuffed a tightly folded newspaper into the toaster to hold down the spring.

After doing all this, he walked out the small door.

The toaster pressed by the newspaper quickly heated the newspaper to the point of ignition, and the flames on the newspaper collided with the natural gas that was constantly leaking from the pipeline.

"Boom!" The surrounded CIA agents were bombed into the sky before they had time to enter the villa.

"Beautiful! Well done! He really still has the impression!" Ethan jumped up excitedly and shouted: "Do you remember? You taught him this trick, Ron!"

A natural gas bomb is a detonating device made of household appliances that can be found everywhere in European and American homes. The advantage is that you can find tools in almost every European and American home. The disadvantage is also obvious, that is, it is not powerful enough.

At the very least, Ron doesn't like this kind of power anymore: "This method is outdated. The current high explosives can achieve an explosion power that is more than ten times that of this one. I haven't played this move for a long time."

"I'll talk about this later, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and drive, let's catch up!" Ethan urged, patting Ron on the shoulder excitedly.

"Damn! Your hand strength is so strong now! Did you practice all of this alone? Pat yourself next time." Ron took his hand away with a grin, and put the car keys into his hand : "I have a better idea, you catch up and recognize Bourne, while I continue to hang far behind you, let's see who wants to kill Bourne together in the light and in the dark! "

"Okay then, you pay attention to safety." Ethan, but he didn't return the key, and ran away after explaining.

And not long after he left, a small truck was driven into the block. After the truck driver stopped the car, he took a bicycle from the back of the truck and rode away, while Ron took out the key , Started the car and drove to a secluded place in the woods, and then walked into the cargo box.

Except for the outermost box in the cargo box, the rest of the space is occupied by three barrels, three rows and three rows of drone launchers.

Ron opened the outermost white box, took out an ordinary-looking motorcycle helmet from it, and buckled it on his head.

Press the start button located on the chin, and the windshield of the helmet immediately becomes a transparent screen.

"Dragon Cavalry System, activate!" Ron yelled in a terrified manner, and the drone launcher immediately fired six small planes into the sky.

I didn't see any movement from Ron, but just a thought, the six drones lined up in a circle and turned around Ron. Although this move may be nothing in the eyes of outsiders, Ron was almost excited Cried.

"Successful, finally successful!"

Don't underestimate these drones, they are different from those used by Ron before, because these drones are not controlled by the control center in Los Angeles, but rely on the helmet to capture and control Ron's brain waves , as long as he has a thought, he can fly the drone as he wants!
That's right, this is exactly what Howard and Amy jointly researched. For this, Sheldon has been jealous of Howard for several days. It was originally intended to help disabled people control prosthetics, but now it is used by Ron to control self-destructive Human-machine brain wave helmet.

Just imagine, when you think that the other party is only one person, several drones are flying behind the other party, chasing you and running, and these drones will turn and change formation according to the other party's thoughts , or even dispatching a few planes in advance to lay an ambush on the road you must pass, how terrible it would be.

Of course, such a powerful weapon is not without nature at all. Just like the Dragoon system in Gundam, oh, it has extremely high requirements for users. Operators must not only be distracted to control those drones, but also keep an eye on them Through the transparent inside of the helmet, the camera of the drone on the screen prevents them from colliding with each other or touching things that should not be touched.

Without the help of the AI ​​program, Ron can control at most two drones at a time. With the help of the AI ​​program, Ron can also control a formation of six aircraft, and most of the time, it only controls the drone at the front of the formation. The other five just followed the first one.

"How is Ron? How does it feel to use the sample machine?" Howard asked on the phone.

"It feels great!"

"It's a pity that there is no environment in Los Angeles that can simulate actual combat to test their real role." Under the influence of Ron, Howard gradually evolved into a weapons expert.

"That's why I asked you to send this set of equipment to Germany. There is no experimental scene in Los Angeles, and there may not be any in Munich."

Ron said, with a smirk on the corner of his mouth: "Now let those who bully my brother taste its power first!"

Ron thought this way, and the drone that was hovering around him suddenly lifted off quickly as if receiving some order.

The route map that Bourne's car left just now was imported to the screen inside the helmet, and the drones lined up in the air, chasing after the car along the path.

Cars use roads, and places that need to be turned around in the city to reach, if they pass through the air, it is often a straight line. With the advantage of the route, the drone swarm quickly caught up with Bourne.

(End of this chapter)