The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 428 The Nightshade Project
The nightshade project that Alex showed to Ron disclosed information, and the relevant executive agents on it were the main generals of Ron's Los Angeles Senior Activity Center.

With the peeing nature of those few people, it is not surprising that they were involved in any major incident. After all, they were all ace agents of the CIA. When they were young, it was the most prosperous era of the CIA. They participated in too many major historical events. And involved each other.

As the saying goes, if you come out to play around, you always have to pay it back, so in your later years, the retribution finally came.

"When did Marvin leave?" Ron asked in a deep voice in the church.

This is a Catholic church. Marvin lay motionless in the coffin, surrounded by his relatives and friends, that is, the old guys in the elderly activity center.

"Yesterday at noon, a bomb was thrown into the sky at the entrance of the supermarket." Frank replied, while stealthily taking out a needle, and while the priest was not paying attention, he stabbed Marvin's hand.

Ron was stunned. You old agents usually look amiable, but you didn't expect to hate people to the point of torturing corpses behind your back?
I have known you for a long time~
This time, even Frank's girlfriend Sarah couldn't stand it anymore, and quickly grabbed Frank's evil hand: "Frank, what are you doing? Give me the pin!"

"I just don't think he's dead, but now he's really dead, maybe I should kiss him."

"Really? Do you really want to kiss? Then go for it." When Sarah pushed, Frank's emotions became less agitated, and he followed Sarah back to the auditorium.

"Is this how you old people get along?" Ron asked Guan Yuming amusedly.

"Who knows? Anyway, if I'm lying there, I really hope you can prick me up with a needle." Guan Yuming smiled and said, "Look, he can still move."

"Well, Marvin's death at this age is indeed enough, but I still can't be happy," Ron shook his head: "Marvin was murdered, and it was still in my territory. I don't remember the revenge. No matter who it is, I must report."

The funeral ended with the priest's prayers. In the middle, Frank also made a memorial speech as a representative of relatives and friends. Ron went out to make phone calls twice to investigate the cause of Marvin's death through his intelligence terminal.

But neither Finch nor Peggy could find a clue, which made Ron a little puzzled.

You know, these two people are people who can use the world's highest-level surveillance system. It would be weird to say that one person is still accidental, but neither of them has any information.

unless……

Ron was resting his chin in thought. He stopped a van opposite Frank, who was walking in front, and got off three people in black trench coats. Ron narrowed his eyes dangerously, like a tiger finding its prey.

He is very familiar with this windbreaker, isn't it the standard style of CIA investigators?

"Go to the club and hide and wait for me to find you, okay?" Frank told Sarah to keep Sarah behind. Their club at Ron's headquarters is the only place in the world where he feels at ease. There, Sarah Ra must not take any damage.

"I don't want to leave you."

"Don't worry, you'll be fine." As he spoke, Frank greeted several investigators: "What's the matter with you?"

"Mr. Moses, we would like to ask you to go with us to a safe place to talk."

The lead investigator showed his ID, and just as Frank was about to speak, Ron stopped him first: "Is that your sniper over there?"

Ron pointed to a little light reflected from the upstairs opposite.

The investigator nodded and admitted: "Yes, Mr. Moses is an extremely dangerous retired agent, so we have made some necessary preparations."

"Has anyone ever told you that his new boss is an even tougher active-duty agent? Let me guess, right now your sniper is pointing a gun at my head?"

The other party shook his head blankly, and Ron showed a disgusted expression: "Really, are the current CIA missions so perfunctory? Not even the most basic prior investigation? Or are you just rookies who have just entered the industry? To punish you on purpose?"

"I don't know what you're talking about? Can you let me go? No matter who you are, please cooperate with our work, otherwise..." The investigator didn't realize the danger was coming, and continued to threaten Ron without fear .

But unfortunately, Ron didn't like him, and interrupted him rudely: "What else? Let your sniper blow my head off?"

"If you continue to hinder our work, I will definitely let him shoot." The investigator did not budge, and raised one hand. This was a signal they had agreed upon in advance. Kill anyone who stands in his way without hesitation.

"Snapped!"

Ron slapped the investigator on the face. The investigator was stunned and forgot to put his hand down. After a while, he realized: "How dare you hit me?! My father didn't even hit me like that!" Pass me! I want you to die!"

As he said that, the investigator waved his hand down heavily as if he had just woken up from a dream, but what he got in exchange was not the picture of Ron's brains bewildered when he was shot, but Ron raised his disdainful sneer again. hands.

"啪~" There was another crisp sound, this time Ron slapped his hands hard, and the investigator was sent flying more than one meter away before falling to the ground. The other two men he brought were just about to help, but were caught Ron stared at him coldly, then immediately withdrew his outstretched hand and stepped aside.

"Hehe, another second-generation ancestor~ Let me tell you that the CIA's combat effectiveness was ruined by you guys who are ignorant and incompetent. Before departure, they didn't even do basic investigations,"

Ron walked up to the investigator, and the investigator took two steps back on the ground in horror: "Since you haven't investigated anything, let me tell you now, I, Ron Lee Cooper, the establishment of the Los Angeles Order I don’t care if you are the CIA or the FBI, as long as you come to my site, don’t even think about doing anything to my people.”

Marvin was dead, and Ron couldn't be more stupid than to come to his memorial service without a little preparation.

Joe Mason is carrying out a new latent job, because the latent is very deep, Ron believes that no one can find him, and Frank, as the last name on the list, naturally becomes Ron's key protection object.

Ron didn't know when those people would attack him, but the necessary security work had already been arranged. Before Ron arrived at the church, Chris and Arthur had already been arranged.

One was in charge of sniping, and the other was in charge of on-site support. Unexpectedly, before the attackers came, the blind CIA came out first. The most ridiculous thing is that the sniper location chosen by their sniper happened to be in the room next to Chris. .

What's the difference between this and white delivery?
No one really thinks that Chris, a guy who looks almost exactly like Batman, can only use a sniper rifle, right?No way?
"Just now you seemed to want to kill me, so you said, as a reward, should I invite you to see the way your brains are splattered? Don't doubt it, it's actually very simple. I just need to put Pull out your eyeballs and shoot you in the head again, I promise, you will be able to see what I'm talking about."

Ron squatted down
"Wait! You can't do this!" The investigator yelled in fear, because he knew from Ron's eyes that he would really do this. He had never felt that he was so close to death: "We are not CIA , we are the National Security Agency!"

"Really?" Ron looked suspiciously at his trench coat.

"Really! This is our ID." The investigator hurriedly took out his ID and showed it to Ron.

The U.S. National Security Agency is the largest intelligence agency in the U.S. government agency, which is responsible for collecting and analyzing foreign and domestic communication data. It belongs to the U.S. Department of Defense, also known as the National Secret Service.

In 1952, according to a secret directive of President Truman, it was independent from the military department at that time to strengthen intelligence and communication work, and it was the center of the US intelligence agency.

From this point of view, his status is higher than that of the IRS, CIA, and FBI known to the public. Anonymous, who cooperated with Ron several times before, is from this department.

At the same time, it is also the most mysterious intelligence agency in the United States. Because it is too mysterious and even completely unknown to other departments of the US government, its abbreviation NSA is often jokingly called "No Such Agency (no such agency)".

"Don't say it earlier, we are our own people! If you said it earlier, it doesn't take so much trouble. Why don't I just let Moses go to your place?" Ron immediately changed his smile and pulled the investigator up, and took a picture of him Pat the soil on your body.

"Anonymous told me about your organization. I believe that you are a very fair organization. You will definitely be able to give my subordinates a fair trial, right?"

"Don't worry, I will guarantee objectivity and fairness." The investigator's facial muscles are still shaking, and he has been aching.

Originally, after calling out his identity, he thought he could hit the other party's arrogance and find an opportunity to take revenge, but when Ron called out the name of Anonymous, he knew that his beating today was for nothing up.

Nameless, the code name of the person in charge of the current NSA, very few people know this code name, and being able to accurately call this code name is enough to prove that the relationship between Ron and Nameless is shallow.

"Moses, you go with them, Sarah, don't worry, these investigators are very amiable people, and they will never let your Frank suffer, you just need to go to the headquarters with me and wait." Ron rushed to Frank Nod.

Regarding the content of the Solanum nigrum project, Frank had already explained to him in the church just now. What happened was that a scientist they were responsible for escorting back to the United States from the Soviet Union was the person named Bailey that Alex mentioned.

While on the road, they were attacked by a car bomb and all of Dr. Bailey's family were killed. This is one of the few Waterloos in Frank's many years of secret service career, so it is particularly impressive, but there is nothing particularly noteworthy.

Of course, this was just Frank's own opinion, and if Ron hadn't been reminded by Alex, he probably would have thought the same way.

However, after being reminded, Ron looked through Bailey's personal information in advance, and Alex was right. This person might actually be able to create a red mercury nuclear bomb, because he was the one who first proposed the idea!
Frank was taken away by the NSA. For Ron's sake, they didn't put gloves on him. After Ron handed Sarah over to Arthur for protection, he worriedly followed to the gate of the NSA in Los Angeles, together with Chris. Sit in the cafe opposite and wait for him to come out.

"Thank you just now, Chris, how did you get rid of that hapless guy?" Ron was so bored that he started to tease Chris.

Chris is an outlier under Ron. Except for issues related to his major and hobbies, he basically doesn't talk much. No matter who he talks to, he uses the most concise words, so there are more special operations teams. A special entertainment is to see who can get more words out of Chris' mouth.

So far, the record holder is Hannibal, who asked Chris to say four sentences at a time.

"I walked in and someone had a gun and I just punched him down."

"Just two sentences? Isn't this too simple? Can you be more specific, for example, did you use your right hand or your left hand, and how much effort did you use?" Ron was extremely disappointed.

"Right hand, half power."

"Well, it's really boring, is there nothing in the world worthy of your special attention except for artwork?"

Chris closed his pupils: "The man with the briefcase."

Ron followed his gaze, and a flaxen-haired man with glasses was entering the NSA branch: "That man looks like a lawyer, what's so special?"

"His walking posture is that of a soldier." Chris's words were as concise as ever.

"This is normal. Don't forget, this is the NSA. There will be various top agents working for them. Maybe he is an agent disguised as a lawyer. If you see an agent on the agent's site, just talk to him. It's as normal as you see a collie on a ranch."

Ron said disapprovingly, but Chris didn't look away from him, and continued to stare at the car he came out of. Faintly, he could see the shadows of crowds: "There are still people in that car, many people."

"This is also very normal. After all, it is the NSA. There is a team of agents who are ready to carry out the mission. It is very normal. The person just now may be their captain. What kind of permission do you go in to get..."

Just as Ron was talking, the man who had just entered suddenly came out again. This time, he had an extra gun in his hand, and waved at the car, and a group of heavily armed soldiers came out of the car.

This time, Ron opened his mouth wide in surprise, unable to finish what he just said: "FXXK! Are these people crazy? How dare they attack the NSA branch?"

But immediately, the gunshots from the room told Ron that they really dared!
(End of this chapter)