Daily life of an American TV drama agent

While blowing on his hands, Ron smiled at the tied middle-aged man next to him. Although the middle-aged man's expression was calm, the sweat on his palms had already betrayed his mood at the moment. Fortunately, the lunatic opposite him didn't even think about it. can not see.

"I don't understand what you are talking about. I am just an ordinary communication company employee who came to Serbia on a business trip. If you want money, you have made the wrong decision. I can't give you much money at all."

But, can Ron really not see it? Not necessarily, there was a mirror behind the middle-aged man, and Ron had long caught his eye as he secretly rubbed sweat from his hands onto his clothes.

"Really? Can you explain to me what the IMF is? Mr. Minister?"

The middle-aged man's heart suddenly suddenly changed, but he still pretended to be calm: "International Monetary Fund? I know this. It was established in Washington on December 27, 1945. Together with the World Bank, it is one of the two largest financial institutions in the world. The responsibility is to monitor currency exchange rates and trade conditions of various countries, provide technical and financial assistance, and ensure the normal operation of the global financial system. Am I right?”

"Stop pretending to be stupid! What I said is the Impossible Mission Intelligence Agency! Stop pretending, old guy, you have recognized me a long time ago, right?" Ron's expression suddenly became fierce: "Then I must You already know what methods I have, so I advise you not to force me to do it."

IMF, the Impossible Mission Intelligence Agency, is a more secretive spy agency affiliated with the CIA's operational sequence. It is so secretive that even celebrities in the intelligence community like Ron have just learned about this organization, and Ron's friend Ethan Just work in this department.

After being threatened by Ron, the middle-aged man sighed helplessly and finally began to speak properly: "Okay, I don't know where you found out about the IMF, but believe me, knowing about our existence is not good for you."

"That's not what you should be concerned about. Besides, I'm not interested in your mission. I just want to know where did you get my friend Ethan? He was still in jail according to yesterday's news, but he has escaped from prison today. I I don’t believe this is a coincidence.”

A strange look suddenly appeared in the middle-aged man's eyes: "Are you really sure you want to know the whereabouts of Ethan?"

"Of course, otherwise why would I tie you up with a rope? Why don't I tie you up with a beautiful girl?" Ron, who was confused, replied. He couldn't figure out why the IMF minister, who had been pretending to be confused before, suddenly suddenly I'm willing to say it.

But it didn't matter, he understood immediately.

"Okay, I'll tell you everything I know," the IMF minister stared at Ron's eyes and said clearly word for word: "Ethan is heading to Moscow's Red Square with a newly formed team to track down a man codenamed Ko Burt's extremist, he's trying to get the Russian nuclear bomb at all costs..."

"Wait! I changed my mind! I don't want to know anymore!" The more Ron heard, the more something was wrong. He hurriedly covered his ears in panic, but it was already too late.

"It's not up to you. This radio will transmit our conversation to the IMF headquarters in real time. Now that you know the content of the mission, you only have two choices, either join or treason."

With that said, the minister coughed, spit out a miniature oral radio, and smiled at Ron Deyin: "Aren't you going to help me untie you? Welcome to join the action team, Agent Ron Lee Kubot."

"You officials are really good at playing, okay, I'll join," Ron helplessly untied the rope for him: "But you have to tell me where the mission is now and where I can find Ethan. ?”

"I told you just now, Red Square, our intelligence found that this Colbert has served Russia, so Ethan and the others are planning to sneak into the Kremlin to check confidential files. I heard that you have sneaked in before For once, maybe your experience will help them and this is their contact."

The liberated minister moved on the spot for a moment, took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Ron: "Or, you can choose to come with us. I happen to be going to Moscow."

"No, I never act with evil-minded bureaucrats." Ron said angrily.

The Kremlin, the three major military powers on earth, the center of power in Russia, and one of the most heavily guarded places in the world.

By the way, the three major military powers in the world are the United States, Russia and India, which have nothing to do with a certain rabbit.

However, the highest level of security is only a relative term. From an agent's point of view, there is never an absolutely safe place in the world. As long as it is a fortress, there must be weaknesses, and the Kremlin's weakness is its underground drainage system.

Ron sneaked in from here last time, but he was not sure whether Ethan would take the same approach as him this time.

"Peggy, help me with facial recognition and help me find out if there is anyone who looks like Tom Cruise on Red Square. Thank you," Ron said while scanning the pedestrians on the square and speaking to the speaker on the other side of the headset. Peggy said: "In addition, it would be better if you could call up the surveillance cameras in the Kremlin and identify them."

"What are you dreaming about in broad daylight?" Peggy rolled her eyes: "Don't you know that after the last time you made a big fuss in Russia, they separated the surveillance cameras and office network into two control systems? ?Now the surveillance in the Kremlin is a closed-circuit network that is not connected to any external network. Even the most sophisticated hackers can't do anything to them unless..."

"Unless what?" Ron quickly asked after hearing that there was a way out.

"Unless you put some high-frequency electronic equipment inside the Kremlin, it is possible to intercept their intranet signals."

"Ethan may have something like this in me, but I don't have it in me. You know my style. If you ask me to sneak in, I might as well explode all the way in."

"Well, I think you are the real Russian." Peggy had just finished complaining when suddenly the computer made a beep. Peggy clicked on the prompt message, and the smile on her face began to grow: "But, I just Found something interesting that might interest you.”

"What?"

"A hacker just hacked into the Kremlin defenders and another encrypted communication channel at the same time. Do you want to hear about it?"

Before Ron could answer, Peggy had simultaneously transferred the intrusive call to Ron's headset: "Report status, Captain, over, repeat, report status, Captain, have you entered the archives? "

Ron frowned. This was not Ethan's voice. Before he could figure out the reason, the voice spoke again: "I'm waiting for your signal and ready to detonate at any time, Captain."