The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 589 CIA Scandal
CIA agents looked at the hoods in their hands in astonishment, and then looked at the two hooded men who were running away. Before they could figure out what happened, the bodyguards had already pointed their guns at them, so they could only follow the training. As before, he pulled out his pistol reflexively, fired at the opponent, and called for backup.

"Headquarters! Headquarters! Bourne has helpers. They have more than a dozen people. Call for support! Call for support!"

So, beside the train, the number of people on both sides of the gun battle increased, and finally they fought from inside the station to outside the station. It was not until the local police dispatched that the two sides in the gun battle were brought under control.

Naturally, the energy minister’s bodyguard team was fine and was released soon, but the CIA agents are worth pondering. Although the United States is an ally of France, France is an independent country after all, and American agents did not act in France at will. power, so these people have become a big trouble for the French police, neither can they be arrested or released.

But at this moment, these have nothing to do with Ron, because they took the opportunity to sneak out as early as the first time the war started

"Huh~ As expected of you, Ron, only you can come up with such a damaging solution~" Bourne took off his hood, and couldn't stand up laughing, because of Ron's coquettish operation, CIA agents and KGB Arrange for the energy minister's bodyguards to work. These people can't get out of the police station for at least three days:

"But you have to be careful. If people know that you are instigating them to attack the top Russians, they may go to a military court and sue you for treason."

"What are they afraid of? Even if they are not afraid of losing face, the generals in the Pentagon still think they are ashamed~ Not to mention, the CIA seems to be too ugly to eat alone recently. Curse, now the key is not them, but you, have you recovered your memory?"

"No," Bourne shook his head regretfully: "To be precise, I recalled some fragments, but I want to get them all back, avenge Mary by the way, and expose their plan, but now the clues are broken again , Damn it, do you know? They even changed the name of the project to deceive people, and now it is called Black Rose, I clearly remember that the name of this project should be stumbling block!"

Mary is Bourne's girlfriend who was mistakenly killed by CIA killers before, and she has the same name as Ron's mother. This kind of same name is very common among Europeans and Americans.

"Maybe this will help you."

Ron threw him a small notebook, and Bourne opened it suspiciously: "What is this?"

"The reporter's notebook just now, when he came out to look for you just now, I stayed in his office for a while, and I also have a USB flash drive, which is full of things I copied from his computer, maybe there is something you need on it. s things."

"No, I already know, his informant is in Spain, we are going to Madrid now!" While Ron was still looking for a USB flash drive for Bourne, Bourne had already found clues from his notebook.

"Well, it will be easier this way." Ron no longer cares about whether the USB flash drive is or not, and instead took out his mobile phone and started booking air tickets.

At the same time, at the CIA headquarters in the United States, Pamela, the newly appointed head of Black Rose, rushed into the boss's office aggressively: "Didn't it be agreed that I am the head of the Black Rose project? Why don't those agents listen to me?" Order? Shooting at the station?!"

"Because I am the commander of the operation to capture Bourne." The boss said coldly, in his eyes.Pamela is just the second generation who came to brush up his qualifications and gold-plated. He didn't pay attention to Pamela from the beginning. Of course, the face of the other family still needs to be taken care of:
"You also know that decisions in critical moments are always inconsiderate. Now that it has happened, it is useless for you to say anything now. It is better to let nature take its course."

"Let it take its course?" Pamela laughed angrily at this sentence: "If it's just to kill a reporter who leaked the secret, there is still room for change, but do you know who your people killed? It was Russia. Bodyguard of the Minister of Energy!"

"So what? It's just Russia. It's no longer the red giant of the Soviet Union. Even if we really kill their energy minister, they can only yell twice and think they are unlucky."

Hearing the words "Minister of Energy", the boss's face finally showed a trace of confusion, but in order to maintain his majesty, he still said with a straight neck.

"Well, I hope you can withstand the consequences of this incident. I heard that in order to give the United States some color, Russia has already planned to cut off the natural gas in the whole of Europe. When we are going to the European allies, I hope you will still Be as strong as you are now."

After Pamela finished speaking with a sneer, she opened the office door and drove her subordinates back to the work station like a duck: "Why are you all idle? Just give me all I can to find Bourne's trace! Give me quick! By the way, let me check, who is the person who helped Bourne get away? This way of bringing disaster to the east is definitely not Bourne's way."

The CIA agents who were still watching the fun broke up and began to radiate around the station to search for the information left by the cameras bit by bit. Ron and Byrne, according to the information left by the reporter, had already , came outside a mansion in Madrid, Spain.

"It's such a beautiful place. Does your CIA choose such a good place every time you set up an intelligence station?" Ron said while picking the door lock.

There was an inconspicuous sensor on the top of the door that was pried open, and Ron glanced at it: "You have at most 3 minutes, start searching now, what clues do you think are useful."

Bourne started to rummage through boxes and cabinets, and Ron was not idle. He began to set up various traps such as trip grenades at the door and windows. When Ron finally finished his work, he turned around and saw Bourne shaking his head in pain sit on the floor.

"What's the matter with you? What's wrong with you?"

"It's not uncomfortable, just seeing this, I suddenly remembered some forgotten memories," Bourne handed Ron a photo he had just found, which showed a group photo of two middle-aged men: "Among these two people , I know the one on the left, he was the person in charge after I participated in the Stumbling Block Project, all of us were trained by him."

"In other words, you didn't find anything useful, right? Well, even if you didn't find anything, we can't stay here any longer, and we're going to retreat now."

Ron glanced at the approaching cars below from the window, and said bluntly.

"Why? We've only just arrived."

"Because the other party came sooner than we expected." Ron closed the curtains, threw a walkie-talkie into the bathroom at maximum volume, and then took a magnetic bomb in the upper and lower pipes of the bathroom, and then pulled Bo En hid in the closet together.

Not long after they hid in, the CIA agents rushed to the outside of the room. Shocked by Bourne's reputation, they didn't dare to break in directly. Instead, they carefully opened the door lock again, poked their pistols in, and followed Squeeze in together, until it is confirmed that it is completely safe, the first agent who came in waved, and the heavily armed CIA agents behind filed in and entered the room.

"Why didn't the grenade you set up go off?" Bourne frowned and asked in a low voice.

"Because I think it's boring to blow up at the door, it's too boring," Ron replied softly, "Come and show you something interesting."

With a smirk on Ron's face, he took out the walkie-talkie and pressed the call button, then flicked the microphone twice.

"Dong dong!"

The sound was amplified several times through the speaker of the walkie-talkie and sounded in the bathroom. Several agents who entered the room were stunned, and then they all looked at the location of the bathroom with happy expressions.

Bourne is probably hiding inside, and the opportunity to get promoted and make a fortune is right in front of him!

The commander of the special agent team made a tactical gesture, and the team immediately transformed into a fan shape and closed towards the bathroom. One of the team members waited until the encirclement was completed, stepped forward at the captain's signal, and stomped heavily on the bathroom door.

The already fragile wooden door could not withstand such devastation. After an overwhelmed shattering sound, the entire door was kicked and flew into the bathroom. At the same time, Ron also pressed the detonator of the magnetic bomb with a smirk.

"BOOM!" The upper and lower sewage pipes in the bathroom were blasted at the same time, and all kinds of filth, under the pressure, gushed out of the pipes, splashing the CIA agent's door in an instant.

"FXXK! It really stinks!"

"The devil! It's a devil! How could someone use such a disgusting method?"

……

While the CIA agents were still cursing, the closet door suddenly opened. Before the panicked agents could turn their guns, the figure who had just sprung out of the closet had already tore off the wire and threw the other end of the store on the ground.

As if a blue light flashed through the broken wire, the stinking agents fell to the ground in convulsions. This time, they couldn't even curse.

"Hahahaha, did you see it? Bourne, it's so funny that they are lying on the ground, twitching all over their bodies. If it weren't for the dirty things and the smell, I really want to record a video of them and send it to On YOTURE, the name of the video is called the most water agent in history, which will definitely make them new Internet celebrities."

Ron gloatly pointed at the ground and laughed, and the agents on the ground had already lost consciousness, but these people were not all the agents of this operation. Outside the door, there was a female agent who stayed there all the time, taking advantage of Ron's relaxation. While on guard, he suddenly drew out a pistol and flashed out of the door.

"No..." The female agent just showed her head, but her head was already pushed to the top by a pistol.

It turned out that Ron's exaggerated laughter was specially designed to attract people outside.

According to the general operation of the CIA special agent team, it is usually a group of five people, four people make an assault, and one person stays behind to let the wind go. Only four people fell to the ground, and naturally one person did not come.

"Tell me, girl, do you want me to punch a hole in your head, or lie down and play with some of your mates?"

As soon as Ron finished speaking, Bourne stepped over his shoulder from behind and stopped in front of him: "Why are you here?"

"You know each other?" Ron looked at the female agent and Bourne, and the gossip in his eyes became more and more intense.

"After the Berlin operation, I was sent here." The female agent replied honestly.

"Where is Daniels?" Bourne asked the second question. Daniels was the owner of the house. Ron and Bourne suspected that he was the dead reporter's informant.

But before the female agent could answer, the phone rang, and Ron pointed at the position of her pocket with the muzzle of his gun, motioning for her to answer the phone.

"How's your operation going?" asked the logistics commander on the phone. Under Ron's signal, she turned on the external voice, so Ron and the others could also hear them.

After weighing it up, the female agent replied: "Everything is going well."

"Okay, but according to the rules, I still need to confirm the password." Said the other side, and Ron put the gun on the female agent's head again.

Ron is not a noob who can be fooled by others. He knows the CIA password very well. Under normal circumstances, the CIA operation team will preset two passwords, one of which means everything is normal, and the other means that he is under duress.

When it is necessary to check the password, the agent can answer according to his current situation.

Ron put the muzzle of the gun back on, which meant to remind the female agent that he was aware of their little tricks and let him figure it out.

"sparrow?"

"Everest."

As soon as the female agent finished answering, the other person really felt relieved, and replaced it with a somewhat old male voice: "Nicole, I'm Noah Watson, how long have you been at the scene?"

"I just came in." Nicole didn't forget to glance at Ron when she answered, and Ron nodded in satisfaction.

"What about the rest of your team?"

"They were knocked out, passed out, but alive, and the target Bourne was nowhere to be seen."

"Show me the situation on your side." Hearing the order, Agent Nicole looked at Ron for the first time. After Ron nodded, she switched the phone to video mode, and pointed the camera at the twitching couple lying on the ground. a companion.

"For unknown reasons, they were sprayed with sewage, and then they seemed to be electrocuted in the trap. I guess they just came in. It's not clear what happened."

"Okay, then it seems that Bourne should have run away. We will immediately arrange for Team B to leave, and you will stay where you are for help."

"My car is outside. If you run away, you can use my car." Hanging up the phone, before Ron could say anything, Nicole took the initiative to arrange for them: "I know where Daniels is, but I don't suggest You go to him, because the people from the CIA are also looking for him, and you will definitely run into him."

"So what? We bumped into each other, at most we can bring down a few more people," Ron said indifferently, "We just want to know the whole truth about the whole plan, so as to help Bourne get his memory back. If we can get revenge It would be even better, do you want to join us? I can guarantee your safety."

With that said, Ron held out his hand to Nicole.

(End of this chapter)