Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"Ron, you're at Caltech's sponsor appreciation banquet right now, right?"

Ron frowned: "Are you spying on me?"

"No, I think you misunderstood," Mycroft quickly explained: "We were just monitoring another key person, and you happened to appear near that key person. If possible, could you please assist our people?

He is at the table behind you to your left, the British gentleman who is drinking. "

Ron followed Mycroft's words and saw that at the long table where the food was placed, an elegant British gentleman was raising a glass in Ron's direction. Ron cursed inwardly for not being careful, such an obvious "tailor" "I didn't even notice it.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Mycroft did not really answer Ron's question: "Please allow me to introduce to you our ace agent, the most elite senior agent of the 'tailor shop' as you laymen call it, Harry Hart."

The British gentleman walked over to Ron and stretched out his hand: "I think you must be the famous Mr. Ron Lee Cooper. Nice to meet you."

"Happy? How happy?"

"Uh...happy? In short, very happy." Ron's words made the gentleman who was always known for his elegance immediately lose his mind and could only change the topic to business: "I believe Mr. Holmes has told you about me. I need some help, I believe you have heard about what happened at our tailor shop some time ago."

Because in public places with many people, Harry also uses pronouns.

"Of course I do. I heard that one of your guys resigned. It's really unfortunate news." Ron took a glass of champagne from the waiter: "Thank you."

"Yes," Harry said with a heavy expression, "We suspect that his resignation may be related to someone present."

"Then I guess it must be Director Nick Fury, right?" Ron glanced sideways at Valentine.

"Nick? Fury? Is this Valentin's real name? Can you tell me more about this piece of information? Our intelligence officers have not found it at all."

If it weren't for Harry's serious tone, Ron would have even thought he was joking with himself.

"Okay, don't you British people read Marvel comics? I'm talking about a character in the comics." Ron used his mobile phone to search for a picture of Director Nick Fury in Marvel and showed it to Harry: "Look This is the Director Nick Fury I’m talking about, how about it? Doesn’t it look similar?”

Harry nodded in realization: "Don't say it, it really looks like it!"

"So what did the director do? Did he really betray the Avengers? Is he planning to have sex with Thanos?" Ron borrowed a comic strip, although Harry Hart couldn't understand it. It was interesting, but fortunately, he was very logical and immediately understood what Ron meant.

"No, this time he is the big villain. Some time ago, I tracked a doctor named Arnold. He was the last target to be rescued by the guy who resigned. But it turned out that she came back intact, but my guy didn't. Turned into two corpses, lying on the iceberg."

Ron and Harry walked to the corner of the banquet hall together. Harry found a photo of Dr. Arnold on his phone: "When I went to him to ask about the situation, not only did he not say anything, but his whole head looked like it was cooked. Exploded like a watermelon.”

"Eh~ This must have been a headshot from a long range with some large-caliber rifle," Ron pushed the phone away in disgust: "It's very immoral of you to do this. It's going to be summer soon, but you made it impossible for me to do it directly in the future." What should I do if I look like a watermelon?"

"Sir, please note that we are talking about a very serious matter," Harry frowned: "Look, this is the image of him before he died. Like you, I originally thought that he was exploded from a distance by some weapon. head, but it was actually something implanted in his neck that caused the explosion, here, under this scar."

Ron finally showed an interested expression: "This is interesting. Did someone plant a bomb in his neck? Then I think there must be a command signal before it explodes. Have you tried it? To track this signal?”

"Of course, the IP address we tracked was registered to Valentine's company, so he is now our focus."

"Just based on an IP address? Isn't this too childish?" Ron twitched the corner of his mouth. She was not used to contacting serious people like Harry: "You know even when hackers are conducting network attacks? , will also hide their IP or disguise it.

The targets of their disguise are usually the registered IP addresses of major companies. As far as I know, Valentine’s company has tens of thousands of employees. They micro-emulsify the computer of one of the employees, and then issue instructions through his IP. It’s simply Nothing more than normal. "

"Yes, we thought so at first, but until we noticed this, I think you should still have an impression, because you just met this person."

Harry pulled up another photo. It was no one else. It was the beautiful female secretary who had been standing next to Valentine when Ron felt the danger just now: "Look, he also has an identical scar on the back of his neck. If I hadn't guessed, Wrong, he should be implanted with the same chip as Dr. Arnold. As soon as he receives instructions, her beautiful head will explode into a bloody firework."

In order to keep up with Ron's rhythm, Harry made a rare joke, but Ron did not appreciate it.

"Are you telling a bad joke, sir? Trust me, it's not funny. Your sense of humor is as bad as my brother Sheldon's."

Ron took the phone, looked at the pictures carefully, and took out the photo of Professor Arnold just now for comparison, and came to the same conclusion as Harry said.

That's how these two people are definitely related.

Ron cursed secretly in his heart. Before coming to the banquet, Hobbes had invited her to go to the snowy mountains to investigate, but he had already refused once.

Unexpectedly, even though he had rejected Hobbes, when he came to the banquet, he would still be pestered by another person with the same incident.

It's like he is the protagonist of some heroic movie, and all good and bad things always happen around him.

Fortunately, after Ron had experienced so many incidents, he was already used to it.

"Okay, what do you want me to do? But no matter what you say, I need to remind you in advance that you and I belong to different countries, and even the favors we originally owed have almost been repaid, so before you make a request , it’s better to think about it, will I do what you say?”