Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"Please, why don't you just ask a detective for this kind of thing? Why are you asking me? Sherlock is not the best at this. You brothers can definitely solve the mystery of the Prime Minister's death by working together. Come on, I'm optimistic about you."

Ron said nonchalantly that he didn't care about the life or death of the British Prime Minister. This was something that those in the White House should be concerned about. What's more, this call came from Mycroft, who was always known as a conspirator.

When dealing with this kind of people, it doesn't matter when they are betrayed. Ron has always been able to have as little contact as possible.

"No, I will arrange for people to investigate the Prime Minister's case, but what is more critical now is not the case, but the murderer's follow-up actions. My intelligence department has received information that this was probably done by terrorists in Syria for the purpose of revenge. British military operations there.”

"Haha, God is so reincarnated, who will God spare? I don't think it's a loss at all~ Think about it, so many people died in Syria, and you just lost a prime minister, and he was still a puppet of you big guys behind the scenes." Ron continued to taunt.

Mycroft, who is far away in London, has black lines on his head: "Don't forget, Syria is a war started by you, the United States, and we, the United Kingdom, are just part of the coalition!"

"Ah this..." Ron was embarrassed for a moment. He kept talking and almost forgot that he was now a mole in the American camp: "Okay, so what if we have a share? What they are looking for is You, not us, I remember what the national policy of the United Kingdom was in the past? Balance of power on the mainland, right? I think it would be good for us in the United States to watch from the other side and watch your excitement."

"But according to our intelligence, this group of people is not just targeting the British Prime Minister."

"They don't even pay attention to the Prime Minister of Great Britain? Then who else can their target be? It can't be our Commander-in-Chief of the United States, right?" Ron joked in an exaggerated tone.

"Yes, according to the intelligence we have, his targets are likely to be leaders of other coalition countries, including the President of the United States." Mycroft said deeply: "Immediately, as the news was announced, countries came to attend the funeral All high-end politicians will become their targets, including your President of the United States. I would like to invite you to join the temporary security team.

As far as I know, among all the agents, you are an expert in raids. Even real terrorists are not as destructive as you. No one knows the methods of those guys better than you. If you take action, this funeral will be foolproof. . "

"What do you mean, real terrorists are not as destructive as me?" A big tic-tac-toe appeared on Ron's forehead. Was he juxtaposing himself with a terrorist?

As expected, the Holmes family members are still as speechless as ever.

"Sorry, my wording may make you a little uncomfortable, but please believe that my appreciation for you is definitely from the bottom of my heart."

"Forget it, you can discuss this kind of thing with the Secret Service. This is their responsibility. They didn't give me another salary." Ron shook his head and hung up the phone without waiting for Mycroft to say anything else. .

To be honest, he felt that what happened to the British Prime Minister was completely deserved. If the United States was also attacked in this way, it would certainly deserve it.

The Syrian people stayed in their own homes, didn't invite anyone, didn't provoke anyone, ate hot pot and sang songs, but they were robbed by the National Army. How can Syria be justified?

Of course, the best Ron can do is think about such politically incorrect things by himself. He would only say nonsense to others if he is crazy. Ron thought this and returned to the living room. At this time, Claire's children had already cleaned up the house and came over. , as soon as they saw Ron, the children immediately gathered around him.

London City, Mycroft's gorgeous office, he still sat at his desk without saying a word until the phone hung up for a long time.

Mycroft was fine, but the assistant next to him was in trouble. He had been waiting nervously for a long time before he had the courage to speak: "Minister Holmes, why do we have to involve Ron? We also have Ace Agent 007 in Britain. You don’t necessarily have to rely on an outsider.”

"I understand the expectations of 007 for those of you who grew up listening to 007 legends, but kids, 007 is old, and our MI6 is now basically the same as an ordinary IT department. Even our most attractive The tailor shop I am proud of also suffered heavy losses in the last incident, so I can only place my hope on an outsider."

Mycroft sighed helplessly. In order to continue to maintain the glory of the old empire...at least it still looked like that, he was exhausted mentally and physically.

The biggest problem is not how to put the right people in the right positions, but that no one is available in all aspects. Even his assistants have to choose the bigger ones from the short ones, and temporarily find someone who is moderately useful to replace him. But right away, the assistant gave him a surprise.

"If you definitely want Ron to participate in the protection of dignitaries from various countries, why don't we send an invitation to him through the Ministry of Foreign Affairs?"

"This is a good idea," Mycroft's eyes lit up: "Go on, I'm interested."

"I remember you said that Ron is also the outer space giant and the major shareholder of the Space Exploration Company. Therefore, we can use the reason of cooperation in the space field to ask them to send a shareholder with sufficient weight to come over for inspection. In this way, both Without damaging the reputation of Great Britain, we can also use diplomatic means to make him have to come.

After he arrived, as a US personnel, he had to participate in security work. "

Mycroft nodded with satisfaction, and for the first time he looked forward to this new assistant.

Ten minutes later, Ron's cell phone rang again while he was discussing the floor style with Claire. This time, when he returned to the living room after answering the phone, his face couldn't help but look a little helpless.

"Sorry, Claire, can the party be rescheduled? I have something that needs to be dealt with." Ron said apologetically.

"Of course it's no problem. Halloween won't be long. We can put your housewarming party together with the Halloween party."

At the White House, the president has been discussing the route of his trip to Britain with his Secret Service.

"You seem to be very nervous. I really don't know what you are nervous about?" the president said, sitting relaxedly at his desk.

"Of course it's because of your trip. You know the three ways I hate the most are to rush into battle, go abroad, and not book a time in advance," the black female chief of staff said helplessly: "I really can't convince you not to do it. go?"

"This is a state funeral, and it's our biggest ally. You know it's impossible not to go."

"I was on the phone with the advance team for most of the night. The London police would be responsible for perimeter security during the funeral. Air Force One would land at Stansted Airport. Once on the ground, Mike would take over."

The chief of staff pointed at Mike, who skillfully picked up the tablet and called up the map, and began to introduce the trip route: "After landing, we took a 12-minute helicopter ride to Somerset House. From there, an armored vehicle escorted us, passing through Fleet Street to the church. .”

"Mike, you look nervous." The president squeezed Mike's tense muscles and said easily.

"Of course he will be nervous," the chief of staff took the time to roll his eyes while recording the plan. No one dared to roll his eyes at the president in the White House except her: "Because of the Prime Minister's affairs, we received intelligence that he may be Died in an assassination, the British are now too busy. Their security is full of loopholes, Mr. President.

There are 40 different guards in 40 different countries. It is difficult to adjust the marching route and the funeral seats and exits. Believe me, the British are already in a state of distress now. "

"Can you still handle it, Mike?" the president looked up and asked.

"Of course, there's nothing I can't handle."

This time, Mike's answer didn't seem so confident. It wasn't that he was no longer confident in his abilities, but judging from the interaction he had just had with the British security personnel, Britain was in complete chaos.

"However, it might be better if I can arrange for an expert who is familiar with the way terrorists think to assist me."

"Haha, your idea is exactly the same as that of a British official, so I invited the expert you asked for." Mr. President showed a mischievous smile and shouted towards the lounge: "Come out Come on, Mr. Cooper."

"Surprise!" The door to the presidential lounge opened, and Ron walked out: "Long time no see, Director Mike."

"In the morning, after people from the British intelligence agency contacted me through the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, I called Ron. How was it? Are you surprised? Are you surprised?" The president affectionately pulled Ron to the two of them: " Mr. Cooper, have you heard the plan just now? What do you think of it? Or, what would you do if you were a terrorist?"

Hearing this, both Mike and the chief of staff looked at Ron.

Ron was furious, and you all regard me as a terrorist, right? Then I will give you a good performance today.

"First of all, you have to understand a concept. According to the thinking of terrorists, they will not care about hurting innocent people, so it is best to abandon the naive idea of ​​only targeting a single target. In addition, because we have not yet grasped the reason for planning to launch an attack, We don’t know a person’s specific identity, so we don’t know how powerful they are, so when talking about how they might use it, we might as well think in terms of the maximum danger level. Therefore, if I were a terrorist, there would probably be three ways.”

The three people looked at Ron in shock at the same time. Everyone had said before that he was an expert in terrorists and the king of destruction. They all thought it was just talk. Unexpectedly, after hearing the plan, Ron suddenly said, There are three ideas for carrying out terrorist attacks.

Ron took Mike's tablet and called up the map: "First of all, let's assume that the terrorists have nuclear weapons obtained when the former Soviet Union disintegrated. In this case, they only need to bribe a few policemen to pretend to be The nuclear weapon vehicle drove to a place not too far away from the church and detonated it. With one blast, all the leaders participating in the funeral could be killed."

"This is indeed a good idea, but I am honored to tell you that all the nuclear warheads lost by the former Soviet Union are currently under the control of the CIA, so you don't have to worry too much about this." The president waved his hand indifferently : "Please continue, what else can I do?"

"Please look here, this is the church where the funeral is held." Ron enlarged part of the map and drew a circle with a radius of five kilometers with the church as the center:

"Currently, the range of mortars circulating in the arms market is generally about five kilometers. In other words, if terrorists can get a few mortars, they don't even have to go close to the church. As long as they are within the circle I drew, they can go wherever they want. Find a place and fire a dozen cannonballs at the church, and you can blow the entire church into rubble, and no one will survive."

"The feasibility of this plan is very high, because mortars are direct firepower. That is to say, as long as there are no high-rise buildings blocking the place between the place chosen by the terrorist and the church, he can complete the attack, and within the range drawn by Mr. Cooper There are countless places like this here.”

When Ron said this, Secret Service Director Mike was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat. In his plan just now, he neglected to pay attention to these places. If Ron was really a terrorist, using this method, he might really be able to success.

"Of course, because the situation in London is still relatively chaotic, it is difficult for the police to cover all areas and take care of these points where artillery shells may be fired. Therefore, Mike, I think the Secret Service should send some more manpower to cooperate with the London police to patrol these places. "

"I will arrange for someone to do it." Mike nodded seriously: "What about the last way?"

"The last way..." Ron hesitated for a moment, and his eyes became deeper: "If their action is not a temporary move... I mean, if the current British speculation is true, the British Prime Minister has indeed been Assassination, then things won’t be simple.”

"Why isn't it simple?" Sensing the suddenly solemn atmosphere in the room, the chief of staff swallowed hard.

"Have you ever thought about it? Could the assassination of the British Prime Minister be part of their plan? If so, it means that they planned this not just for days and months, but for a year or even several years. For such a long time, if they send people to Europe bit by bit as refugees, and then come to the UK through the undersea tunnel, how many people will there be in the UK? Maybe there are enough people to fight a small-scale war ”

"Oh my God, this is too scary. Are you saying they will turn London into a battlefield? How many people will die?!" The chief of staff was shocked by the scene Ron imagined and covered his face in fear.

"It's not impossible, Mr. President, don't forget, it was us who turned their home into battlefields and ruins, so if they want to come back for revenge and turn our home into a battlefield, that's understandable, right?" Luo En raised his head and looked at the president.