Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"This mental hospital is divided into two parts: the above-ground part and the underground part. The above-ground part is just an ordinary mental hospital, but the underground part is a prison used by MI6 to detain special prisoners. In order to cover up the public's eyes, a total of six MI6 officers disguised as doctors were employed. Agent Guard, I think the person you are looking for should be there."

Deckard Shaw's voice rang in Ron's earphones: "The nearest police station is 1.5 miles away, and the nearest MI6 SWAT team is 1.9 miles away. In other words, it only takes fifteen minutes from the time you start walking to the time you evacuate. time."

Therefore, no matter how strong the castle is, it is not difficult if it is broken from the inside. In order to sneak in more smoothly, Ron directly approached Deckard Shaw, who had experience working in MI6. Unexpectedly, The other party actually worked there.

"Fifteen minutes is enough." Ron set an alarm on his phone and gave the nurse at the front desk of the mental hospital a charming smile: "Beautiful lady, I would like to ask where Vivian's ward is. He is her nephew and wanted to visit her, and I brought her apples from her favorite hometown."

As he spoke, Ron opened his backpack and handed the nurse an apple bought from the fruit supermarket at the door.

"The third ward opposite the elevator entrance on the third floor, you are such a filial and good boy." The female nurse's eyes were full of peach blossoms, and Ron just sneaked in using the identity of a non-existent relative and friend.

"Go to the second floor. There is an independent elevator next to the dean's office at the end of the corridor. This is the only elevator that can go down to the second underground floor. That is the entrance to the underground prison. But I need to remind you that you need to use fingerprint verification before going down the elevator. Otherwise, Outside, there is only a drainage channel to get out.”

"Fingerprints, right?" Ron touched his chin, looked at the door handle of the dean's office, shined a purple light on it, and showed a knowing smile: "This is so simple, it's not a problem at all."

Use tape to sample fingerprints from the door handle, then open the elevator, put the tape on the fingerprint verification port, press it with your hand, and the elevator starts.

"Do I need to remind you that as soon as the elevator stops, there will be two guns pointed at you? They are the most elite agents of MI6,"

Deckard Xiao's joking voice rang in his ears, and Ron sneered: "No need."

"Ding dong."

When the elevator arrived, through the slowly opening door, Ron could already see the two agents waiting there with guns. Of course, there were surveillance cameras installed in the elevator. As early as when Ron was making small moves, they Already noticed him.

At this time, what is there to hesitate about?

Ron decisively drew his gun, and quickly passed the muzzle of the gun out of the elevator and fired two "bang bang" shots, quickly knocking down the two agents. At this time, the other four agents in the underground prison heard the gunfire and rushed here immediately.

Ron slowly placed his backpack on the ground and opened it. After removing the shallow layer of apples covering it, he pulled out the MP5 inside and pulled the folding butt of the gun out. The remaining four agents then Just came out from behind the corridor.

"Da da da……"

The bullet power of the MP5 may not be as powerful as that of a rifle, but in terms of speed of fire, it has few rivals except machine guns. In an instant, the bullet swept through the chests of several agents like a steel whip, leaving a trail of enchanting blood on their chests. flower.

When Ron walked up to him, there was only one person left who was still breathing. Ron compassionately gave him a shot.

After killing people, he didn't remember to whip the corpse: "Can this be considered an elite? To be honest, the current MI6 is too weak, isn't it? Xiao? They are not as good as rookies on the training ground."

Deckard Shaw: "..."

After clearing out the six agents who were guarding him, Ron had time to look around at this underground prison. It was much emptyer than the one above. There were not many wards, but all kinds of crazy talk came from almost every one. language.

There was even an old man who claimed to be King Arthur who pulled out the sword in the stone. As long as Ron rescued him, he would seal Wales to him. In response to this, Ron could only spread his hands apologetically: "Sorry, I'm Gaius." ·Julius Caesar, if you can give me a hundred tons of gold, I can resurrect my Roman legions, and then I can seal Spain to you, okay?"

Isn't it just paranoia? We are the old Qin Shihuang.

After walking through King Arthur's ward, Ron came to the next room. This room had no glass windows, so Ron didn't know what was going on inside. He fired two shots at the door lock and kicked the door open.

As soon as the door opened, Ron was shocked. The walls, doors, pillars, and even the ground in this room were filled with formulas that Ron couldn't understand. It gave people the impression that even though he didn't understand what these things were, But it felt so powerful. An old man was writing and erasing at the blackboard, and he didn't even notice that someone had come in.

Having had long-term living experience with Sheldon, he immediately understood that this was the person he was looking for.

"Dr. Bailey?" Ron asked tentatively.

"Yes, that's right, it's me, otherwise who else could it be? Who are you? I don't know you." The old man turned his head and put on his glasses to identify himself carefully.

"I'm Frank's friend, Frank Moses, remember? The one who protected you in Moscow." Frank once protected Bailey, and he was the last person Dr. Bailey saw in the outside world. He should have some impression of him. picture.

Ron planned to use this as an opportunity to see if he could abduct the old man out first. If not, he would knock him unconscious and take him away. At most, he would cause trouble.

"Frank, I remember him! My old friend," Dr. Bailey waved to the air behind him with a joyful face. The scene looked particularly strange: "Isn't it? My guys, goodbye, take me away quickly? He Don't you want you to take me to the opera? We can find a place to have a drink after the show, for example..."

With that said, the doctor didn't need to be urged by Ron. He just picked up his clothes and kept talking about following Ron. This saved him a lot of trouble, but it was a bit too smooth.

"What do you think this is going on?" Ron turned his head and asked Deckard Shaw. Of course, only MI6's own people know the methods of MI6 best.

"I guess they may have given him some kind of drug. MI6 has a drug that can reduce memory, but if the drug is stopped, the memory will be restored soon."

"How fast do you mean by fast?" Ron asked helplessly.

"Two to three days."

"OK, Dr. Bailey." Ron patted Dr. Bailey, who was looking for his coat. In fact, he had already put the coat on him, but he forgot about it. It seemed that the effect of this medicine was indeed very powerful.

"Follow me, I'll take you to the opera now."

Because the drug was too potent, Dr. Bailey's memory was up and down, and Ron could only get intermittent information from him.

In short, this was the last counterattack against the Soviet Union by the United States, which was overwhelmed by the Soviet Union in the Cold War, because the Soviet Union disintegrated itself after that. It was not defeated by the United States, but by itself.

The content of the plan was to send a special nuclear bomb to Moscow, the capital of the Soviet Union, and completely remove the Soviet command center before they made the final irrational decision.

Although Ron felt that it was the Angsa gang that really deserved to be punished. Without them, the world would be much more peaceful.

But just before the plan started, the then president discovered this idiotic plan in time and hurriedly stopped it. However, it was a group of MI6 people who finally took action against Dr. Bailey.

Of course they have their own little idea and want to kidnap Dr. Bailey to the UK to continue serving them.

"Dr. Bailey, do you remember where you hid the nuclear bomb?"

On the streets of Moscow, Ron asked Dr. Bailey. This was already the third day after he rescued the doctor. He came to Moscow according to Bailey's prompts and had been walking around the streets for three days, but the doctor never remembered. place.

"Of course, I have lived here for a long time before, but it has changed so much now that I can't remember it for the moment. It would be great if Frank was here. Take me to his secret room and I might remember it. Order something, after all I spent a lot of time there.”

"Frank's secret room? It's simple." Ron was about to call Frank, but Finch called him first.

"Dr. Bailey, you go ahead and don't stay too far away from me. I'll take a call."

Ron was a few steps behind Bailey and pressed the call button: "HELLO, Finch, I guess you are in trouble again, right?"

"No, you are in trouble. The person you rescued is not a victim imprisoned by the British at all, but a terrorist and an old madman!" Finch said solemnly.

Bailey, who was walking in the front, saw the patrolling soldiers in front. He hilariously imitated them and walked forward and waved to Ron. Ron smiled at him without changing his expression and nodded: "What do you say?"

"I've been tracking your phone signal these past few days."

"Of course I know, you can do it, tell me what you found?" Finch said this, of course, it was not without purpose: "Next to your mobile phone signal source, every night, there will be another signal source making calls, and the answer The other party on the phone is the FBI, do you know what that means?"

"It means that the lovely Mr. Doctor has not lost his memory as he said, and still retains his original memory?" Ron smiled playfully, and things became more and more interesting: "Let me guess, they The content of the call must involve his little invention, right?"

"Yes, he sold the red mercury nuclear bomb to the FBI, and you were all fooled by him."

Ron said calmly: "Okay, I understand."

Finch was a little surprised because Ron had a normal expression, but he didn't expect Ron's reaction to be so bland, so he couldn't help but continue to ask: "Impossible, I just found out about this, how did you know? !”

"Please, there is nothing simpler than this in the world." After so many confrontations, Ron found Finch's sense of superiority in terms of IQ for the first time. It felt great to think that Finch's IQ was not inferior to that of Sheldon. .

"The earliest disclosed information was the one you traced out from London. First of all, we know that the security guards did not know the possibility of this plan, and it is even less likely that MI6 agents would take the initiative to leak the secret. Therefore, there is only one truth..."

Ron pulled his collar and said like a primary school student of Death: "That is, the message was sent by Dr. Bailey himself!"

Ron had read Bailey's information before coming here. This genius also did some research on biological toxins. He also developed a poison gas. As we all know, the world's famous chemists have the bad habit of tasting their own results. Sugar-free The use of sugar substitutes in drinks was discovered for this inexplicable reason.

Therefore, it is not surprising that Bailey injected himself with some immune drugs in advance. Ron suspected this little old man from the beginning, but he was still considering how crazy this old man was and whether he was antisocial. Personality.

If the problem is not serious, maybe he can be hired under his command. Ron currently has no shortage of thugs who can fight, but there is a serious shortage of talents who can do research and development. As long as the problem is not serious, at most he can keep an eye on it.

"Okay, you know everything, so why are you still acting with him?" Fincher asked frustratedly. Recently, because his partner Reese was injured, he had to take on part of the work outside the home, which made him feel very uncomfortable. .

This lack of adaptability is mainly due to two aspects, one is skill, and the other is reaction. He cannot make the most appropriate reaction as quickly as possible in extreme circumstances. He is curious about how real agents think.

"Actually, I didn't know that the message was from him. I also knew that he went out secretly while I was asleep and went to fetch a pair of shoes from Frank's former secret room. I checked the shoes secretly and there was a hidden mark on the heel. There are several bottles of potions with unknown ingredients inside, I guess they are the poison gas he invented."

Dr. Bailey in the front was like a child, doing all kinds of naive actions, making the children next to him laugh. If Ron hadn't done some information research in advance, he might have given up his guard against him by now.

"Then why didn't you expose him?"

"Why expose it? Now that everything is under control, I want to see what tricks this old man wants to play. Besides, I haven't competed with anyone in acting for a long time. I just want to find someone to practice my opponent's scenes. Don't tell me. Yes, he is here."

Dr. Bailey, who was playing with his child opposite, was suddenly startled. Then he left the child and ran towards Ron in surprise: "I remembered! I remembered where I put that thing, and there it was!"

Ron looked in the direction of his finger. The Kremlin stood across the square.

"You really know how to find a place to hide." Ron felt a little headache. It was not that difficult to get into this place. What's more, as a Chinese in his previous life, he had an inexplicable fondness for the Soviet Union, and he didn't really want to be with him. Be the enemy.

"Of course," Dr. Bailey said proudly: "I remember thinking that the more dangerous the place, the safer it would be, so I put that thing there. How about it? Am I very powerful? When will you help me put it there? Take it out?"

"This needs to be considered in the long term."