The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 601 Corruption Police and CIA
The auction item was successfully auctioned by the Swedes, but when he got up and went to the backstage to go through the follow-up procedures, Ron glanced around the hall out of habit, only to find three eyes staring at him behind him.

"Things are getting more and more interesting, Finch, do you know how many people are staring at this Swede?"

"How many? Are there many besides you?" Finch, who was walking on the road, covered the microphone to his mouth and asked with a frown.

"Not much to say, not much to say, besides me, there are three groups of people." Ron looked at the appearance of the three groups one by one, and continued: "The first is the psychiatrist liar you are planning to protect, He is also in the auction house now, and then there are two middle-aged men wearing trench coats. Wearing trench coats at this temperature, I can’t wait to write "I make the police" on their faces. They must be worried about the Swedes working and come out to stare at him. , the last one is rather strange, I just saw a black kid sneaking in in the auction hall, he has been following the Swedes just now, but now he is gone."

Ron looked around the auction hall, no, seeing the black boy with dreadlocks just now, he could only put his doubts in his heart for the time being.

"It gets weird, if the Swede goes to stare at the psychiatrist, I can understand that he wants to kill the psychiatrist, but it turns out that the psychiatrist is watching him, so the machine's prediction about Hayden Yuhai What exactly do you mean? Did he predict that Hayden planned to harm the Swedes and was killed by him instead?" Finch asked confused.

When talking to Ron, he had just walked out of the company of another psychiatrist's client. This is already the third one he visited today. In addition to the few whom Riser went to find, all except the Pu'er Swedes. The other clients of the psychiatrist, they all went to check and found nothing unusual.

These clients don't even have criminal records, and they don't have the motivation and ability to harm Hayden. At present, the only one who may cause harm to Hayden is this one who is unclear to the black police in Los Angeles. Antique shop owner.

"Now we have too little information, and it is too arbitrary to draw conclusions. I think we can observe again. By the way, have I told you that the black female police detective who helped you before is also here, What's her name?"

Ron was about to leave the auction house, but found another familiar figure walking in. It was officially a female Los Angeles police detective who had worked closely with Finch and the others before.

"You mean Carter?! Why is she there?" Riese's voice came from the headset: "I thought he'd been investigating HR recently."

The so-called HR here does not mean the director of human resources, but the abbreviation of the name of a black police organization hidden in the Los Angeles police system.

The police in this organization will take advantage of their power. The Los Angeles gang drug gangs and human traffickers collect protection fees as a price for not arresting them. Sometimes, if they meet a money owner who is willing to spend a lot of money, they will even end in person.

Ron had already heard about this organization, but he didn't have any clues and found it troublesome, so he didn't take any action. Hearing Riise mention the name again, Ron's eyes lit up: "Double happiness! I thought it would be for nothing this time, and at most I would earn a sum of taxes on the money scammed by the scammers, but I didn’t expect that there would be such a hidden surprise waiting for me, idiot, after all these years of lurking in the police station, the money they earned must not be worth it. Less? Surely you didn't pay your taxes properly, did you?"

"I think our top priority should be Mr. Hayden's life. As for the other things, they are incidental. I hope you can figure out the key points." Finch reminded helplessly.

"OK, OK, of course I know what is the priority." Ron agreed very naturally. Anyway, if this matter is investigated, it will not be settled in a short while. Looking at it now, of course it is this film. His life is easier to save, although he doesn't feel that the liar has any value in being protected by him.

Coming out of the auction house, Ron's target was changed from the Swede to Hayden under different orders.

Although Hayden is an old liar who has been around for many years, under Ron's superb tracking technology, he dated his girlfriend without any notice.

"I didn't know this guy believed in love, guess what I saw? He's dating one of his own clients, I've definitely seen that face, Finch, I need to know who this girl is, Is he the heir of some big family? Or a self-made female president?"

According to Ron's experience, old liars like Hayden don't have true feelings. For people like them, feelings are more like a tool for gaining benefits. Rice is more likely.

"Let me look it up, Anne Winston, from Pennsylvania...wait a minute, I had some surprises, you know? She's a liar, too! She was in jail for fraud when she was 15, and now So far, there have been a total of eight prison records!"

Looking at the documents in front of him, Finch could no longer hide his surprised tone. When Ron told her about the female patient, he preconceived her as the victim at the beginning, and this document overturned her. Confused by his preconceived impression, he began to be confused: "Ron, do you think this is a coincidence?"

"How is it possible? The first sentence I learned in the secret service school is that all seemingly coincidental events in this world must have a certain reason. I think the greater possibility is that this is a premeditated fraud against Hayden. , which corresponds to the Chinese idiom, the praying mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole follows."

The idiom was said twice by Ron in Chinese and English. Finch recalled the meaning of the idiom, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was the same thing, but he still failed to grasp the main context of the matter.

It felt like he was getting closer to the truth, but there was a layer of window paper separating him, which couldn't be pierced. This feeling made Finch very uncomfortable.

"So you think she was planning to kill Hayden?"

"I don't think so. I think it's more likely that she's trying to make money. Maybe he's seen through Hayden's identity as a liar. Like me, he's trying to trick him into getting the money. As for human life, I think she should Not interested, liars like this are most afraid of getting involved in a life lawsuit because it will make them wanted by the whole country, which is very troublesome,"

While observing Hayden, Ron patiently explained to Finch: "If we have to be obsessed with the question of who will kill Hayden, I think you may know the answer better than me, because the machine You wrote the algorithm, and you should understand better than me what clues it uses to make such a judgment.”

"No, I don't understand. I'm just in charge of programming. The things about judgment logic are done by another friend of mine. He is dead."

Finch's voice sounded a little sad, and Ron was just about to comfort him, but the couple who were dating over there had a new change.

After Hayden stuffed the female liar into a taxi and waved goodbye, he turned his head and walked towards the office building next to him, which was where his clinic was located. It was already late at night, and Ron really couldn't figure out why he was here. Time to go back to the office, because as far as he knew, Hayden wasn't without a place to live.

This very abnormal behavior caught Ron's attention.

"Hey, what's the latest situation? I just sent my girlfriend away and returned to the office. What do you think he will do when he goes back now?"

Ron reported to Finch with great interest. Finch thought for a moment, but didn't have any answer: "I don't know, maybe I need to sort out the information?"

As soon as the words came out, he changed his mind and smiled: "But it shouldn't be possible. It's a deception anyway, so there's no need to be so careful...No, Ron, go upstairs! Someone sent a message to trick him just now. Kill him there!"

Through the program of hacking into Hayden's phone, Finch can see all the messages on her phone. Just now, she accidentally saw a new message on Hayden's phone. The phone showed that it was from Sweden, and the words were urgent I hope he can quickly give a treatment plan for mental illness.

But when Finch clicked on the number of the development piece information, he found that this number did not match the actual number used by the Swedes at all!

In other words, someone deliberately pretended to be his number to send a message to Hayden, with the purpose of tricking him back to his office.

As for what to do after cheating back to the office, Ron can figure it out even with his toes without Finch's reminder.

"Fxxk! Have these damned bastards finally made a move? Well, just let me see who they really are?" Ron said murderously, pressed the elevator button, and took the elevator to kill quickly. office.

On the other side, Hayden, who returned to the office, was impatiently holding the Swedish psychological report, and began to copy the treatment plan according to the patients with the same symptoms on the Internet. It is already very good to learn the routines to a good degree. As for the real treatment, let's forget it. He can't even distinguish the effects of several common psychotropic drugs.

If you really have that ability, why bother to be a liar?
However, just as he was typing a few words, two black figures suddenly fell from the window of the office. Hayden had a bad intuition. When he just arrived, he got down and hid under the desk, and two submachine guns fired wildly at the office.

"Da da da……"

Files and confetti were flying across the desk in the office, all kinds of office tools were smashed to pieces, and the two shadows turned out to be two people!It's the killer who came to kill him!
But fortunately, Hayden reacted in time, so he hid under the table in time and escaped unharmed.

It's a pity that this evasion was only temporary. The two assassins shot and failed to achieve any results, but they jumped in from the broken glass. Hayden, with the help of the reflection of the broken glass on the ground, saw clearly that the person who came came from the ground with a rope. The roof slid down.

But what's the use of knowing this?He didn't have any weapons in his hands, but the two killers were holding submachine guns. Hayden leaned tightly on the sofa table legs and began to pray non-stop. At this time, the only one who can save him is God, right?

"Damn it, I haven't got Anne Winston yet, I still have so much money I haven't spent, I'm really not reconciled, please, God, please save me..."

As if God really heard his prayer, there were two "bang bang" gunshots outside. This sound was different from the "da da" sound of the submachine gun just now, even for someone like Hayden who doesn't touch guns very much People can also tell that this is the sound of two weapons.

"Did God really come to rescue me?"

Hayden murmured, and was overjoyed, but before he poked his head out, a big thick hand stretched out from under the table: "I'm sorry, it's not God, but me, how long are you going to stay under the table? Haiden Mr Deng?"

"Who are you?" Hayden climbed out from under the table, looking at the strong man in front of him in a daze. From the physical point of view, he was much stronger than the two corpses on the ground. The attitude of the famous killer made Hayden firmly believe that this person is more difficult to mess with than those two killers.

"People who come to save you, you can understand me as God, Allah, or the messenger of Tathagata Buddha according to your own beliefs. Although you are not worth saving, if the myths are true, people like you must Going to hell." In order to prevent running around, Ron took out a pair of handcuffs and handcuffed them to Hayden, and then began to search the corpses on the ground. This search really allowed him to find something.

"CIA's certificate? Well, I never thought that the CIA has degenerated to the point of sending people out to do black hands and carry the certificate with them. Or are these idiots thinking that they are absolutely safe, so they don't bother to hide their identities? What do you think, Mr. Hayden?"

Ron's sharp eyes returned to Hayden, making him tremble with fright: "I...I don't know..."

"Don't you really know? Or are you pretending to be confused?"

Ron suddenly grabbed Hayden's hair without warning, and slammed it on the table, like holding a rag, and wiped all the monitors and other sundries on the table: "A person who is being targeted by the CIA, You actually said that you don’t know anything, are you looking down on my methods? Or are you insulting my IQ?”

"Ah! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!" Hayden, who was pressed on the table, screamed like a pig: "I really don't know anything, I haven't even had contact with the CIA! I swear, I just An ordinary psychiatrist."

"Are you really just a psychiatrist? Mr. Hayden, CEO of the American Cancer Relief Foundation? I was thinking, which one is the real you? Or, you are a psychiatrist who uses your identity to steal other people's secrets, What about liars who make a profit out of it?"

Ron laughed, this liar's psychological quality is really good, even at this time, he still didn't forget to emphasize his false identity as a psychologist.

(End of this chapter)