The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 429: Escape Experience
In the branch building of the NSA opposite, there was a burst of gunshots like popping beans, and an arrogant militant even fired a round of bullets at the cafe across the road.

But looking at his gun-holding posture and casual attitude, it doesn't take much to know that he can't hit a single fart with the gun, so Ron and Chris didn't move, just sat where they were, but the customers of other cafes around But immediately very skillfully lay down on the ground with his head in his hands.

The action is so skillful that it hurts.

"FXXK! It seems that things are not as simple as we imagined. Maybe some help is needed inside. Chris, you are here to support. If they have any more reinforcements, don't ask me, just open fire."

With that said, Ron took off his coat to reveal the holster inside, and walked towards the NSA branch building.

"It's mentioned in this document that you have a special interest in the Cold War. We all know that you spent a lot of time in the Soviet Union at that time, so I want to know how much you know about Operation Solanum?"

The investigator who had been beaten by Ron sat face to face with Frank, pointing to the documents on the table and asking, Frank's hands had been handcuffed, where Ron could not see, the investigator finally dared to handcuff him.

"I really don't know anything. If you have read the mission file, you should know that my mission is just to escort someone to a certain place. What can I know? You should ask me to issue the mission What the hell do they want us to do?"

Frank said confidently, the investigator was a little annoyed, just about to say something, but a strange sound came from his ear, and he couldn't help wondering: "What kind of sound is that?"

"A 5.56mm AR rifle with a silencer installed, it's about two hundred yards away from us. If it wasn't for your men practicing shooting outside, I think you'd be ready to run away."

"Keep an eye on him!" The investigator got up and walked to the door of the interrogation room. Before leaving, he did not forget to tell one of his subordinates to keep an eye on Frank, but Frank just squinted at his little rookie contemptuously, and said unhurriedly : "Only a hundred yards away, they are here to kill us, help me uncuffs."

"But I can't do that!"

"The key is in your hand, right?" The gunshots outside became more and more intense, and the little rookie clenched the gun nervously, and Frank continued to press him: "Fifty yards away, if you don't open the handcuffs, we both have to die."

The gunshots and screams outside were getting closer and closer. Under Frank's repeated urging, the little rookie's psychological defense finally collapsed and he took out the key, but he couldn't insert the key into the hole with his trembling hands.

Frank cursed bad luck, and quickly lay down on the table: "FXXK! It's too late!"

Sure enough, in the next second, the door of the interrogation room was kicked open, and the "da da da" bullets immediately smashed the rookie into a sieve. The flaxen-haired man that Ron and Chris saw at the door before, Dama Jin Pushing away the rookie's body with a sharp knife, he sat opposite Frank.

"Frank Moses, you were my idol all the way through the promotion, but after a long time, no one can stand it, right? Frank."

"who are you?"

"Me?" The flaxen-haired man smiled: "I was just sent by the government to obtain information, and I have the right to use necessary torture methods. If you don't speak, Sarah will suffer."

The other party is obviously different from the rookies at the NSA just now. They have done their homework in advance and know where Frank's weakness is: "By the way, speaking of Sarah, I like to watch her lying in the bathtub, shaving her legs while taking a bath, It reminds me of the mercenaries I met in Africa."

"They skinned people alive, they were big living people, just to force the other party to speak. Do you know where they started? It happened to be the ankle, just like your favorite Sarah."

While speaking, he kept paying attention to the changes in Frank's micro-expressions. Agents generally have received professional training in expression management, but micro-expressions cannot be hidden no matter what. He noticed the crow's feet in the corners of Frank's eyes when he said A quick squeeze while peeling.

He was moved!In other words, he is going to succeed!
The flaxen-haired man laughed wildly, and sat directly on the table in front of Frank: "So, either you tell me the information I want, or I pluck a layer of skin off your woman from head to toe, what do you think?"

However, unlike what he had expected, Frank begged him for mercy with tears in his eyes. Not only did Frank not show any expression of fear or worry, but he relaxed and spread his hands.

"If you want, you can try it. Although you said that you used me as an idol in your promotion experience, I don't remember that I couldn't even learn basic secret agent knowledge when I was young."

"What do you mean?" The flaxen-haired man felt a little nervous, but he couldn't figure out what went wrong.

"Okay, since you regard me as an idol, then let the idol teach you the last lesson: the intelligence collection of agents should not only pay attention to the target person himself, but also investigate the environment in which the target is located. Other forces, and in front of this powerful third-party force, what you do will make it do."

While speaking, Frank's face seemed to be coated with a layer of holy light. The man shook his head immediately, but he could still see the light on Frank's face. Only then did he finally realize that something was wrong.

That wasn't holy light at all, it was the light reflected from the sniper mirror!From this angle, the sniper is on the opposite floor!

"Lie down!" The flaxen-haired man yelled, and immediately threw himself under the table, but his subordinates didn't have such a fast reaction speed, and they were still at a loss when they were looking for the source of danger, "Bang bang "Two gunshots that were very close together, but with distinctly different sounds.

The head of one of his subordinates was smashed into a ball of pulp.

The subordinates wondered, did the second sniper make a mistake?
But the man lying under the table was covered in sweat, because he knew that the sniper outside the window actually only fired one shot, while the other shot came from outside the door. There will be other gunshots.

Sure enough, after the second gunshot, which was slightly weaker, there were five more gunshots outside the door, followed by the sound of five corpses falling to the ground. In less than a minute, he stayed behind. The six subordinates who were guarding the door were all killed!

"FXXK!" A subordinate who had long been familiar with the outside world got up angrily, holding a rifle and preparing to avenge his colleagues.

"Come back to me! Then lie down and lie down! Outside the window..."

"Bang!" The head of the subordinate who just got up exploded like a watermelon falling on the ground, and the flaxen-haired man finished the next few words: "There are still snipers outside!"

The large window of the interrogation room has now become a natural target for snipers. Chris nailed the people in the room to Barrett. As long as someone gets up, he can kill him immediately.

And the sound of Ron's approaching footsteps outside also gave the man a bad feeling. He was definitely not a weakling who could easily kill six of his subordinates. He was now being double-teamed. In the middle, caught in a dilemma.

This situation reminded him of the legend about Los Angeles that a colleague once jokingly told him before departure: "All the order in Los Angeles is completely controlled by an IRS tax officer from the Finance Department. It’s better to say hello in advance.”

At that time, he still sneered, what are you kidding?Isn't it asking for military expenses?When did the matter of the Ministry of National Defense need to be discussed with the people in the Finance Department in advance?Besides, when did the finance department produce top agents?It's almost the same as being a top accountant.

Looking at it now, all of this turned out to be true.

"Listen, people inside, you are already surrounded~" Ron walked to the door, and was not in a hurry to enter, and shouted inside: "Now put down your weapons and surrender, I might still let you live."

surrender?Isn't that lost?The man looked around. The timidity on the faces of his subordinates made him lose confidence. It was not until he saw Frank sitting in the middle that he rekindled a glimmer of hope.

"I have a hostage in my hands. If you come in, I will kill him immediately! Let your sniper come out!" The flaxen-haired man immediately played a trick against the guest, but before he came, he was in a hurry to be proud of his little wit, Ron shouted again outside, which made him feel cold all of a sudden.

"What? You have a hostage? Whose hostage is it? What are you doing to me?" Ron questioned, "If you say you have a hostage, then you have a hostage? How do I know if your hostage is someone pretending to be your own?" ? Anyway, my mission is just to kill the terrorists who invaded the NSA, as for the hostages?"

"If you really have it, then treat it as a normal loss during mission execution!"

After Ron finished speaking, he couldn't stop laughing in his heart. He had already made sure that even if all the opponents were killed in battle, it would not be a single hair of Frank.

Although he didn't know the identity of this group of people, Ron was sure of one thing. This group of people dared to blatantly rush into the NSA branch to rob Frank. It was definitely not because he was old or because he didn't take a shower.

Their purpose is very simple, and they are also here for nightshade, so Frank must live before they get the information they want.

But the problem is that these flaxen-haired men don't know it!For a moment, he had the urge to meet the Russian anti-terrorist forces and want to give Frank a gun to resist together.

But fortunately he endured it. Frank is old and old. After all, he was a legend of the CIA. After Frank's lover threatened.

The scene suddenly became stalemate, but the stalemate didn't last long. The flaxen-haired man raised his head and said fiercely to Frank: "Wait for me, I will definitely come to you again!"

After finishing speaking, he took out two smoke bombs from his waist, pulled out the insurance and threw them on the ground. Immediately, the interrogation room was filled with smoke.

At the same time, several smoke bombs were thrown out of the window, and the smoke produced by the multiple smoke bombs just barely covered the window on the second floor of the interrogation room.

Ron felt something was wrong, and was about to break into the door, but the door opened by itself, and two chubby things were thrown out. Although there was a certain probability that the things would still be smoke bombs, Ron didn't want to gamble his life, he still Quickly dodge behind a wall.

"boom!"

Violent sparks filled the corridors of the building. Facts have proved that it is correct not to gamble.

Now, whether it is throwing a grenade into the house or shooting inside, there is a certain probability of injuring Frank, so Ron can only wait quietly until the smoke clears and Frank is left alone before Ron goes in and shoots him. Broken chains of handcuffs.

"Oh, Boss, you're here too. I thought I was the one to rescue him this time." Before Ron could speak, another familiar figure came in from the door.

"Marvin, you're not dead? I clearly saw your dead body." Ron frowned. This time, he was also confused.

"I knew it! You're pretending to be dead again!" Frank punched Marvin with an expression that he had known earlier: "I lied to me again!"

"Frank, I was so touched by the tears you shed at my funeral."

"OK, OK," Ron walked up to his two subordinates: "We'll talk about anything later, the most urgent thing to delay now is to leave this ghost place immediately. I have a hunch that you are in big trouble. People from the NSA are here, and they won’t let you leave easily.”

Judging from the current situation, Ron no longer knows how many forces have been involved in this big trouble, but according to the NSA's habit of urinating, it is inevitable that they will have a dispute after they come, and disputes will not solve anything. Yes.

Ron simply asked Chris to go back first, and he followed Frank to see if there were any clues.

Outside, Marvin had already prepared a car, and to Ron's surprise, Frank's girlfriend Sarah was also in the car.

"Hey, are you doing something wrong? Are we going to investigate the Solanum nigrum project now, or go to the honeymoon with you and Sarah?" Ron complained uncomfortably. He always felt that Sarah was a woman. trouble.

"Frank, can you let her go home? I guarantee that she will be safe. With this oil bottle, we will have to assign someone to protect her. It will be too troublesome."

"I'm not an oil bottle! I'm not a porcelain doll who needs to be protected! I can help too, forget it, just wait and see, I will definitely impress you, but before that, I don't want to talk to you again Already!" Sarah turned her head angrily.

Frank reluctantly spread his hands and compromised: "Okay, let's take her first and find a chance to bring her back in the middle, shall we?"

"Get in the car!" Ron had no choice but to get in the car.

It's okay if you don't get in the car. On the main road outside, the sirens are getting closer and closer, and the NSA support is arriving. It is definitely not a good thing for Ron to be discovered by them before they come to a formal conclusion.

Although Ron is not afraid of the NSA, the highest anti-terrorism authority possessed by the NSA is enough to cause him some unnecessary troubles.

"Let's go, tell me what you found out on the way, Marvin."

(End of this chapter)