The daily life of American TV agents
Chapter 594
Chapter 594
"Nice job, this little magic trick is great, I thought you needed my help to get this guy out." Ethan clapped his hands and switched from watching a movie to a professional agent, Ron gave him an annoyed look .
"Please, brother, can you wipe off the blood on your face before you speak nice words? Where's the machine? Let's start scanning his face now." Ron grabbed Lark's hair and raised his whole head, Ethan pulled He opened the handbag he had been carrying, took out a machine with a strange shape from it, and scanned it against Lark's face.
But unfortunately, the scanning probe just turned on the light, and there was a burst of electric sparks from the machine behind, and then a puff of smoke rose.
"Damn it, I seemed to have dropped this thing during the fight just now, and it broke! What should we do now?!" Ethan pulled his hair frantically.
"I suggest that you better let go of the few hairs on the top of your head. You are 1/4 British, and you are prone to hair loss. I have two employees who look alike, and they are only 1/2 British. Already bald at a young age."
As Ron said, he began to search Lak, and stuffed all his personal belongings back to himself: "If this is the case, there is only one way, and that is to bet, have they ever seen the real one? Rack."
"It's a good idea, but is it too dangerous?" Ethan frowned.
"I believe that if you do it yourself, you will do the same, as long as you keep an eye on it for me, it will be fine." Ron stuffed the handbag it was carrying into Ethan's hand: "There is a VSS micro-sound sniper rifle inside, You are in charge of booking it for me on the outside, I have received information that it is not only our family who came to find the White Widow or Lark tonight, and some even offered rewards on the black market."
"Don't worry, I will." Ethan just said solemnly, and immediately felt something was wrong: "Wait, you have been with me all this time, where did you get the information?"
"I have my special channel, an awkward machine that watches over the world."
Walking into the hall of the auditorium, Ron and Ethan immediately separated. Ethan walked around the hall with a handbag, and walked over to the middle of the second floor of the hall, where the view was excellent, overlooking the entire hall. It is the best sniper location.
And Ron glanced at the hall, and immediately locked his eyes on the flaxen-haired woman in the white evening dress in the middle. Ron looked down at the photo. This woman looks exactly like the one in the photo. A light style is like a deadly poison to men.
Just as the music started, Ron naturally walked up to the White Widow, took her hand, and mixed into the dancing crowd on the dance floor.
"You must not be Luke."
The White Widow said categorically, Ron was shocked, but remained calm on the face: "Of course I am not, Lark is just a pseudonym, one of my many aliases, if you want, you can still call me SpongeBob SquarePants tomorrow, the name is just The code name doesn't matter, does it?"
"Indeed, and this name sounds better than Anonymous, doesn't it?" The second sentence of the White Widow still made Ron shudder. If it weren't for Ethan's damn mission, he would have taken the White Widow down and tortured him. Where did you hear the name Anonymous?
It has been almost a year since the nameless person disappeared, and almost everyone is asking about him, but no one knows where he is?This was the first time Ron had heard the name again from an outsider.
But it's a pity that it can't work now, everything must be based on the task, this is still her temptation.
"The name Anonymous is too ugly. If I have to choose another one now, I'd rather be called Wu Sidixi," Ron continued to pretend to be stupid, "Is there any place we can talk privately?"
"Why? If we're talking about names, can't we continue talking here?" The White Widow seemed to have found a different kind of fun. Her jade hand followed Ron's arm, gradually climbed up her shoulder, and stroked Ron's cheek.
"Because in a more private place, we can also discuss the name of my future child, of course, on the premise that we do some other things, but I think we should meet here for more than that."
Ronce unceremoniously put his hand in along the skirt of the White Widow. Sure enough, he touched a hard metal product next to her garter belt. Obviously, this should be his weapon. With a thought, Ron put the The weapon was not received in the space.
And the White Widow didn't realize all this, he just thought that Ron had touched its weapon: "Frankly speaking, I still think the name Luke is a bit louder, you have a good reputation, I thought you would be more ugly, you know , Most of the lunatics who work in this industry don't look very good."
"So I gave you a surprise, right?" Ron kissed her lightly on the face: "If I told you about the surprise tonight, not just this, would you be happier?"
As Ron said, he let go of the White Widow's hand and went around behind her, hugged the White Widow's slender waist, and continued in her ear: "My second surprise is that I plan to protect you. Do you know in danger?"
"Dangerous? What danger?"
"Many people are planning to kill you tonight." Ron wrote a few numbers on the waist of the White Widow with his fingers. The White Widow looked in the direction of the end point represented by the numbers, and she noticed some malicious eyes. As soon as he met her eyes, he immediately shifted his eyes to other places casually, but the White Widow could feel that these people's attention was still on her.
From the moment Ron walked into the hall, he noticed the strange eyes of these people, and immediately decided that these people should be the killers that the machine had reminded him.
Ronce unceremoniously put his hand in along the skirt of the White Widow. Sure enough, he touched a hard metal product next to her garter belt. Obviously, this should be his weapon. With a thought, Ron put the The weapon was not received in the space.
And the White Widow didn't realize all this, he just thought that Ron had touched its weapon: "Frankly speaking, I still think the name Luke is a bit louder, you have a good reputation, I thought you would be more ugly, you know , Most of the lunatics who work in this industry don't look very good."
"So I gave you a surprise, right?" Ron kissed her lightly on the face: "If I told you about the surprise tonight, not just this, would you be happier?"
As Ron said, he let go of the White Widow's hand and went around behind her, hugged the White Widow's slender waist, and continued in her ear: "My second surprise is that I plan to protect you. Do you know in danger?"
"Dangerous? What danger?"
"Many people are planning to kill you tonight." Ron wrote a few numbers on the waist of the White Widow with his fingers. The White Widow looked in the direction of the end point represented by the numbers, and she noticed some malicious eyes. As soon as he met her eyes, he immediately shifted his eyes to other places casually, but the White Widow could feel that these people's attention was still on her.
From the moment Ron walked into the hall, he noticed the strange eyes of these people, and immediately decided that these people should be the killers that the machine had reminded him.
Ron looked at the smug smile on the White Widow's face with admiration, put the dagger confiscated from the White Widow back into his hand, and sincerely invited.
And near them, with the first demonstration, other killers with malicious intentions are just around the corner approaching them.
The killer who had just been killed was forgotten by the dancers who were enjoying themselves as if they had never appeared before. At this time, the orchestra in the hall just played the waltz of flowers.
This is the most famous waltz in the famous musical Nutcracker by Russian musician Tchaikovsky. The White Widow nodded happily and once again shook Ron's hand. They come around.
When the music sounded, Ron pulled the White Widow up immediately following the rhythm, and made a difficult spin. He was still cutting blood on the killer's arm behind him like a sharp sword with the special heel of the blood-dripping high-heeled shoes. There was a long wound.
Black blood was coming out of the wound, which was a sign of poisoning. The killer rolled his eyes and fell directly to the ground. At this time, the No.3 killer had already killed Ron, and Ron put the White Widow down calmly. Grabbing her little hand, the White Widow turned around like a top, changing places with Ron.
At this moment, the dagger that was just handed over to her also spun and cut through the neck of the person behind.
During the relaxing waltz, Ron and the White Widow teamed up and easily killed the three killers. The remaining killers looked at each other in blank dismay and decisively chose to quit the mission, making Ethan, who had been staring at the second floor, worry in vain.
When they came in, in order to meet the security check at the door, they did not bring any weapons in. All the weapons were collected from the banquet. They thought they could kill the target with the help of a large number of people, but they never expected The target turned out to be so tricky.
The killers only want to make money, but they don't have the sense of mission that they will never give up until they reach their goals. After Ron and the White Widow got rid of these killers, they didn't forget to glance at them in demonstration before walking out of the banquet hall.
"It's a pleasure working with you, Mr. Lark. I hope our future cooperation will be even more pleasant." The White Widow smiled charmingly as she led Ron to her secret base.
This is a warehouse not far from the hotel. The warehouse is full of White Widow's subordinates, playing with all kinds of firearms. Anyway, Ethan is outside, and Ron sits opposite her confidently.
"So can we start trading now? I heard that you have three ring bombs here, which are important materials for making new nuclear weapons. What price do you plan to offer?"
"I don't intend to ask for money, I need you to save a person as a deal," the White Widow put a map in front of Ron: "The French government received a prisoner at noon today, and it will be sent to The Ministry of Finance, an armored convoy under heavy police protection, will transport him via this route."
The White Widow stroked the map with her hand: "We will use a blindfold at this intersection, and the convoy will automatically take a pre-arranged alternative route to travel here. You have to help me pick up the prisoner here. It took a lot of money to know this name." News about the prisoner, you don’t happen to know who he is, do you?”
Ron looked at the photo pressed under the map: "Solomon Lien, the former British Special Taiyuan, later became an anarchist. He used traitorous secret agents to establish a terrorist network called Syndicate. Not long ago, he was just arrested by the United States. Agents seized."
That's right, the identity of this prisoner is the head of the syndicate who caused Ron a lot of trouble in the UK before. In exchange for McCoff, Ron kept him in the UK. Here we can meet him again.
"It may be that when my assistant communicated with you, he didn't make things clear. I came to Paris for only one thing, and that is nuclear materials."
"Of course I know, but my job is just to match buyers and sellers. My sellers are not interested in cash, so if you want ring bombs, you have to accept this task."
"Okay, I accept this task." Ron thought for a while, and could only agree helplessly: "But I still have two conditions. First, I need to make sure that you really have what I want?"
"Of course, it's here," the widow snapped her fingers, and her subordinates brought a suitcase with only one ring bomb in it: "This is for you, it's counted as a deposit, and when it's done, I'll give you the other two, you What about the second condition?"
"Arrange food and lodging for me, as well as beauties. I like women with flaxen hair in white evening gowns." Ron's aggressive gaze unscrupulously looked back and forth at the White Widow. Not only was the White Widow not angry, but she stood up deliberately Keep your chest up so that your figure can be seen more clearly.
"No problem, you'll get what you want."
Silent all night.
When Ron appeared in front of Ethan the next day, he was much refreshed: "You didn't wait for me here all night, did you? I thought you would find a place to rest. "
"I don't go anywhere to play like you, let alone I have a mop bottle over there," Ethan said with two dark circles under his eyes, full of resentment: "You got our things ?"
Ron pushed the suitcase in front of Ethan: "Only got 1/3, this is the deposit they paid, and the rest will be given to us after we fulfill their conditions."
"How much are they asking for? I'll call the headquarters now and ask the headquarters to transfer money." Ethan took out his mobile phone with a happy face. He didn't expect that the mission would go so smoothly, but Ron's next sentence sent him back to the abyss.
"No, they don't want money, they want us to help them rob a prisoner."
(End of this chapter)
"Nice job, this little magic trick is great, I thought you needed my help to get this guy out." Ethan clapped his hands and switched from watching a movie to a professional agent, Ron gave him an annoyed look .
"Please, brother, can you wipe off the blood on your face before you speak nice words? Where's the machine? Let's start scanning his face now." Ron grabbed Lark's hair and raised his whole head, Ethan pulled He opened the handbag he had been carrying, took out a machine with a strange shape from it, and scanned it against Lark's face.
But unfortunately, the scanning probe just turned on the light, and there was a burst of electric sparks from the machine behind, and then a puff of smoke rose.
"Damn it, I seemed to have dropped this thing during the fight just now, and it broke! What should we do now?!" Ethan pulled his hair frantically.
"I suggest that you better let go of the few hairs on the top of your head. You are 1/4 British, and you are prone to hair loss. I have two employees who look alike, and they are only 1/2 British. Already bald at a young age."
As Ron said, he began to search Lak, and stuffed all his personal belongings back to himself: "If this is the case, there is only one way, and that is to bet, have they ever seen the real one? Rack."
"It's a good idea, but is it too dangerous?" Ethan frowned.
"I believe that if you do it yourself, you will do the same, as long as you keep an eye on it for me, it will be fine." Ron stuffed the handbag it was carrying into Ethan's hand: "There is a VSS micro-sound sniper rifle inside, You are in charge of booking it for me on the outside, I have received information that it is not only our family who came to find the White Widow or Lark tonight, and some even offered rewards on the black market."
"Don't worry, I will." Ethan just said solemnly, and immediately felt something was wrong: "Wait, you have been with me all this time, where did you get the information?"
"I have my special channel, an awkward machine that watches over the world."
Walking into the hall of the auditorium, Ron and Ethan immediately separated. Ethan walked around the hall with a handbag, and walked over to the middle of the second floor of the hall, where the view was excellent, overlooking the entire hall. It is the best sniper location.
And Ron glanced at the hall, and immediately locked his eyes on the flaxen-haired woman in the white evening dress in the middle. Ron looked down at the photo. This woman looks exactly like the one in the photo. A light style is like a deadly poison to men.
Just as the music started, Ron naturally walked up to the White Widow, took her hand, and mixed into the dancing crowd on the dance floor.
"You must not be Luke."
The White Widow said categorically, Ron was shocked, but remained calm on the face: "Of course I am not, Lark is just a pseudonym, one of my many aliases, if you want, you can still call me SpongeBob SquarePants tomorrow, the name is just The code name doesn't matter, does it?"
"Indeed, and this name sounds better than Anonymous, doesn't it?" The second sentence of the White Widow still made Ron shudder. If it weren't for Ethan's damn mission, he would have taken the White Widow down and tortured him. Where did you hear the name Anonymous?
It has been almost a year since the nameless person disappeared, and almost everyone is asking about him, but no one knows where he is?This was the first time Ron had heard the name again from an outsider.
But it's a pity that it can't work now, everything must be based on the task, this is still her temptation.
"The name Anonymous is too ugly. If I have to choose another one now, I'd rather be called Wu Sidixi," Ron continued to pretend to be stupid, "Is there any place we can talk privately?"
"Why? If we're talking about names, can't we continue talking here?" The White Widow seemed to have found a different kind of fun. Her jade hand followed Ron's arm, gradually climbed up her shoulder, and stroked Ron's cheek.
"Because in a more private place, we can also discuss the name of my future child, of course, on the premise that we do some other things, but I think we should meet here for more than that."
Ronce unceremoniously put his hand in along the skirt of the White Widow. Sure enough, he touched a hard metal product next to her garter belt. Obviously, this should be his weapon. With a thought, Ron put the The weapon was not received in the space.
And the White Widow didn't realize all this, he just thought that Ron had touched its weapon: "Frankly speaking, I still think the name Luke is a bit louder, you have a good reputation, I thought you would be more ugly, you know , Most of the lunatics who work in this industry don't look very good."
"So I gave you a surprise, right?" Ron kissed her lightly on the face: "If I told you about the surprise tonight, not just this, would you be happier?"
As Ron said, he let go of the White Widow's hand and went around behind her, hugged the White Widow's slender waist, and continued in her ear: "My second surprise is that I plan to protect you. Do you know in danger?"
"Dangerous? What danger?"
"Many people are planning to kill you tonight." Ron wrote a few numbers on the waist of the White Widow with his fingers. The White Widow looked in the direction of the end point represented by the numbers, and she noticed some malicious eyes. As soon as he met her eyes, he immediately shifted his eyes to other places casually, but the White Widow could feel that these people's attention was still on her.
From the moment Ron walked into the hall, he noticed the strange eyes of these people, and immediately decided that these people should be the killers that the machine had reminded him.
Ronce unceremoniously put his hand in along the skirt of the White Widow. Sure enough, he touched a hard metal product next to her garter belt. Obviously, this should be his weapon. With a thought, Ron put the The weapon was not received in the space.
And the White Widow didn't realize all this, he just thought that Ron had touched its weapon: "Frankly speaking, I still think the name Luke is a bit louder, you have a good reputation, I thought you would be more ugly, you know , Most of the lunatics who work in this industry don't look very good."
"So I gave you a surprise, right?" Ron kissed her lightly on the face: "If I told you about the surprise tonight, not just this, would you be happier?"
As Ron said, he let go of the White Widow's hand and went around behind her, hugged the White Widow's slender waist, and continued in her ear: "My second surprise is that I plan to protect you. Do you know in danger?"
"Dangerous? What danger?"
"Many people are planning to kill you tonight." Ron wrote a few numbers on the waist of the White Widow with his fingers. The White Widow looked in the direction of the end point represented by the numbers, and she noticed some malicious eyes. As soon as he met her eyes, he immediately shifted his eyes to other places casually, but the White Widow could feel that these people's attention was still on her.
From the moment Ron walked into the hall, he noticed the strange eyes of these people, and immediately decided that these people should be the killers that the machine had reminded him.
Ron looked at the smug smile on the White Widow's face with admiration, put the dagger confiscated from the White Widow back into his hand, and sincerely invited.
And near them, with the first demonstration, other killers with malicious intentions are just around the corner approaching them.
The killer who had just been killed was forgotten by the dancers who were enjoying themselves as if they had never appeared before. At this time, the orchestra in the hall just played the waltz of flowers.
This is the most famous waltz in the famous musical Nutcracker by Russian musician Tchaikovsky. The White Widow nodded happily and once again shook Ron's hand. They come around.
When the music sounded, Ron pulled the White Widow up immediately following the rhythm, and made a difficult spin. He was still cutting blood on the killer's arm behind him like a sharp sword with the special heel of the blood-dripping high-heeled shoes. There was a long wound.
Black blood was coming out of the wound, which was a sign of poisoning. The killer rolled his eyes and fell directly to the ground. At this time, the No.3 killer had already killed Ron, and Ron put the White Widow down calmly. Grabbing her little hand, the White Widow turned around like a top, changing places with Ron.
At this moment, the dagger that was just handed over to her also spun and cut through the neck of the person behind.
During the relaxing waltz, Ron and the White Widow teamed up and easily killed the three killers. The remaining killers looked at each other in blank dismay and decisively chose to quit the mission, making Ethan, who had been staring at the second floor, worry in vain.
When they came in, in order to meet the security check at the door, they did not bring any weapons in. All the weapons were collected from the banquet. They thought they could kill the target with the help of a large number of people, but they never expected The target turned out to be so tricky.
The killers only want to make money, but they don't have the sense of mission that they will never give up until they reach their goals. After Ron and the White Widow got rid of these killers, they didn't forget to glance at them in demonstration before walking out of the banquet hall.
"It's a pleasure working with you, Mr. Lark. I hope our future cooperation will be even more pleasant." The White Widow smiled charmingly as she led Ron to her secret base.
This is a warehouse not far from the hotel. The warehouse is full of White Widow's subordinates, playing with all kinds of firearms. Anyway, Ethan is outside, and Ron sits opposite her confidently.
"So can we start trading now? I heard that you have three ring bombs here, which are important materials for making new nuclear weapons. What price do you plan to offer?"
"I don't intend to ask for money, I need you to save a person as a deal," the White Widow put a map in front of Ron: "The French government received a prisoner at noon today, and it will be sent to The Ministry of Finance, an armored convoy under heavy police protection, will transport him via this route."
The White Widow stroked the map with her hand: "We will use a blindfold at this intersection, and the convoy will automatically take a pre-arranged alternative route to travel here. You have to help me pick up the prisoner here. It took a lot of money to know this name." News about the prisoner, you don’t happen to know who he is, do you?”
Ron looked at the photo pressed under the map: "Solomon Lien, the former British Special Taiyuan, later became an anarchist. He used traitorous secret agents to establish a terrorist network called Syndicate. Not long ago, he was just arrested by the United States. Agents seized."
That's right, the identity of this prisoner is the head of the syndicate who caused Ron a lot of trouble in the UK before. In exchange for McCoff, Ron kept him in the UK. Here we can meet him again.
"It may be that when my assistant communicated with you, he didn't make things clear. I came to Paris for only one thing, and that is nuclear materials."
"Of course I know, but my job is just to match buyers and sellers. My sellers are not interested in cash, so if you want ring bombs, you have to accept this task."
"Okay, I accept this task." Ron thought for a while, and could only agree helplessly: "But I still have two conditions. First, I need to make sure that you really have what I want?"
"Of course, it's here," the widow snapped her fingers, and her subordinates brought a suitcase with only one ring bomb in it: "This is for you, it's counted as a deposit, and when it's done, I'll give you the other two, you What about the second condition?"
"Arrange food and lodging for me, as well as beauties. I like women with flaxen hair in white evening gowns." Ron's aggressive gaze unscrupulously looked back and forth at the White Widow. Not only was the White Widow not angry, but she stood up deliberately Keep your chest up so that your figure can be seen more clearly.
"No problem, you'll get what you want."
Silent all night.
When Ron appeared in front of Ethan the next day, he was much refreshed: "You didn't wait for me here all night, did you? I thought you would find a place to rest. "
"I don't go anywhere to play like you, let alone I have a mop bottle over there," Ethan said with two dark circles under his eyes, full of resentment: "You got our things ?"
Ron pushed the suitcase in front of Ethan: "Only got 1/3, this is the deposit they paid, and the rest will be given to us after we fulfill their conditions."
"How much are they asking for? I'll call the headquarters now and ask the headquarters to transfer money." Ethan took out his mobile phone with a happy face. He didn't expect that the mission would go so smoothly, but Ron's next sentence sent him back to the abyss.
"No, they don't want money, they want us to help them rob a prisoner."
(End of this chapter)
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