The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 430 The Secret of the Cold War
However, before the car started, the small road was blocked by a police car at the intersection.

It was none other than Hobbs who got out of the police car, pointing his pistol at Ron as if facing an enemy: "Ron, get out of the car and hand over Frank and Marvin! They are now America's Most Wanted Man!"

"It's really fast~" Ron curled his lips, and he poked his head out of the car window: "Hey, please look carefully, Sheriff, they are the ones who count, I was hijacked~"

The corner of Hobbs' mouth twitched, I believe you a ghost, you were kidnapped?Or by two bad old men?What are you kidding?I might as well believe that the Kardashians are all virgins!
"Really, I've been hijacked, get out of the way, or they'll detonate the bomb on me~" Marvin put the gun on Ron's head cooperatively: "BOOM, we're all gone, don't Doubt, while we haven't lived enough, they have lived enough."

As he said that, Ron pointed to his chest. Hobbs looked, and there was really something like a timer there. Could it be true?

Hobbs was puzzled, but he was still worried about taking the top spot. He gritted his teeth and waved his hands to get out of the way. Frank drove past them without any risk. Even Sarah in the back row still had time to make faces with him. .

"I have to say that Hobbs is still the same as before, very stupid~"

When the car drove out of the city and there was no one following him, Ron put back the bomb timer that Hobbs had just seen just now, which was just a car clock: "Okay, Marvin, I know you're cheating." There must be a reason for your death, maybe you have more clues than we know now, is there anything particularly noteworthy?"

"Four days ago, someone published a document on the Internet, saying that the two of us participated in the nightshade operation in [-]."

"So those people have been chasing and killing you for that action that you don't know what it is?" Sarah asked with starry eyes.

Ron felt that this woman seemed to be a little seriously ill no matter how she looked at it. Other women, when they heard such a horrible thing, their first reaction was not fear, but excitement.

Now Ron finally understands why this girl is old enough to be her grandfather's old boyfriend at Frank's age. Love is a character that is afraid of chaos?
From this point of view, there is really no man more suitable for her than Frank, a retired legendary agent.

"Listen, honey, you'd better hide and don't let me know where you are." Frank still wanted to persuade Sarah to go back. On this point, he and Ron coincided.

"No, I'm not going anywhere. I don't intend to leave you and hide alone. Are you planning to secretly save the world again, and pick up two sexy little black girls by the way?"

"How is it possible? Who taught you this?"

"He," Sarah pointed at Ron, "he is your boss. Gizelle told me that every time he went out, he would mess with other women, so this time I must take care of you."

Frank turned back in astonishment and looked at Ron. He never expected that the backstab this time came from his boss. Ron could only spread his hands and return an innocent look.

"Those girls posted it by themselves, blame me?" Just as he was talking, there was a vibration in the trunk of the car, and Ron frowned: "Marvin, who else did you put in the trunk?"

"A senior officer in the Ministry of Defense who manages the files of various operations. He must know something. I have been packing him up for a day."

"How did you do it?" Speaking of extorting a confession, Ron had a lot of experience.

"A few LSD pills, and a bunch of little rats, but he still hasn't said anything, and I'm going to do something a little bit tougher, like hit his finger with a hammer or something."

Ron shook his head: "This method is too crude, and the effect is not good. I can teach you some more useful methods. For example, you can try to find inspiration from foreign TV dramas."

"for example?"

"Like this." The car was parked by Marvin on the side of the road, and Ron took out the officer from the trunk: "Grab his hand and don't let him move around. Look, it doesn't take much The strength, but the pain is more than ten times that when you directly use the hammer."

Marvin grasped the officer's hand firmly according to Ron's instructions. Ron took out toothpicks and inserted them one by one along the crevices of his fingernails. Every time he inserted one, the officer let out a miserable scream.

"Stop! Stop! Stop now! Please, don't do this again! I'll say anything!" Ten fingers connected to each other, and the pain was even worse at the place where the nails were inserted. Can't resist the tearful trick.

"Can you really guarantee that what you're telling is the truth? I don't have the patience to play a game of truth and lies with you?" Ron stared at the toothpick with dangerous eyes: "Look, you still have Six fingers, if you haven't figured it out, we can use them up first, and you tell me how? If you run out of fingers, I guess your toes can be used more or less."

"Please don't!" The officer yelled in horror: "You ask now, I promise, whatever you ask, I will tell the truth!"

"It's really boring, I thought I could have a good time today~" Roth stuffed the toothpick back into the box unhappily: "Come and tell me about the Solanum nigrum project, what exactly is that?"

"This..." The officer struggled again, and Ron immediately took out the toothpick again, so scared that he quickly stopped: "No! I said, I said! It was an action plan secretly designed by an American general during the Cold War. A pre-emptive strike against the Soviet Union."

"That's all?" This answer obviously didn't satisfy Ron, and he grabbed a good finger of the officer again.

"I haven't finished yet! At the peak of the Cold War, there was a heavy nuclear weapon that was smuggled to Moscow by diplomatic mail and then disassembled and repackaged. Then the nuclear weapon disappeared. That's all I know!"

"The story is so anticlimactic that it's hardly a complete story, you mean, you lost a nuke in Moscow? That's it?"

"Also, and, the man who invented this nuclear weapon is named Edward Bailey! I'm really done talking this time."

"Well, I roughly know what's going on," Ron added a knife to the back of the officer's head and stood up: "I guess they came for that nuclear weapon."

"Nuclear weapons? But there is no shortage of nuclear weapons in the US arsenal."

"That's not an ordinary nuclear weapon. Frank, you have protected Mr. Bailey, so you should have some idea of ​​his genius. I think this item is unusual, but we will discuss the specifics after investigation."

Ron thought of Alex and the personal information of Bailey he had introduced, combined with what the officer said just now, he had a bold idea in his mind, Bailey may have created a red mercury nuclear bomb, and all those who chased and killed Frank The goal may be this!
Of course, he wasn't just guessing. There was a basis for it. The basis was what the officer said just now. During the Cold War, things shipped from the United States to the Soviet Union were always subject to the strictest inspections.

In the words of the Soviet Union: "Capitalism will never die!"

Something like a regular radiation check must have been necessary, but the thing was sent over anyway, there are only two possibilities, either the thing can evade the radiation check and pass the test, or it's the size enough Small, small enough to be easily brought into the territory of the Soviet Union.

The above two, no matter which one, are enough to attract the attention of all forces.

"So where should we go now? Russia?" Sarah asked blankly.

"No, it's France." Ron looked at everyone: "First of all, we need to know who sent the declassified document, and why did he declassify this document?"

As early as Ron was on his way here, he had arranged for Finch to track down the account that released the decrypted documents, and it turned out to be in France.

Frank's heart moved: "Speaking of France, I think of an old friend who likes to drink red wine, the frog. If there is anyone in France who knows the intelligence of the Cold War period, it must be him."

"Frog? Interesting code name, is it because he likes to eat frogs?"

"No, the country got poison dart frog venom for a mission and killed more than 1000 KGB agents at once."

At the French airport, four people walked into the hotel booked with fake identities like ordinary tourists, but just after entering the hotel, they were surrounded by an old woman who still had charm, and Ron was about to draw his gun reflexively. .

But as soon as he moved his hand, Marvin pressed it down: "Don't be nervous, BOSS, that is Frank's old acquaintance, Katya Petrokovich, a former Soviet KGB agent, is still working for Russia now, let's talk about their stories Long story, they were all young back then, you know."

"I understand."

"Hello, Frank, I miss you so much." Sure enough, the other party went straight to Frank, completely ignoring the others, and kissed him directly, and it was a long wet kiss.

Sarah exclaimed.

"Well, I thought she was our trouble, but I didn't expect it to be your big trouble." Ron chuckled and teased: "Sarah, your worry is justified."

Sarah was so angry that her hat was almost green.

This round is Frank's Shura field, but Ron is not interested in participating.

"You old fellows exchange pleasantries slowly. I'll go around the neighborhood and get out of the way, big man." Ron walked up to Da Zhu who was blocking him, slapped him unceremoniously, and walked away from him at the moment of hesitation. through the seam.

Now the situation is getting more and more interesting, and the personnel on the Russian side have also begun to end.

"Ron, I found something interesting. Maybe you won't stay in France for too long and you will be leaving soon." As soon as he went out, Ron received a call from Finch.

According to the terms of cooperation previously discussed with Ron: that is, Ron will not interfere with Finch and Reese's chivalrous activities, and will provide some help when appropriate. Correspondingly, Finch will undertake all of Ron's online intelligence work .

Ron once again handed over the matter to Finch and asked him to analyze the IP address of the decrypted file, and now he has made a new discovery.

"Wait, I remember that you asked me to come to France, and now you tell me that what I'm looking for is not in France, Mr. Finch, and now I seriously doubt your sincerity in cooperating with me."

"No, I didn't mean to play tricks on you," Finch said with a hint of exclamation in his tone, "I was deceived. This person is very cunning. He used his mobile phone to proxy to a server in France, making people think that the information came from It was sent from France, in fact, he is in London, it is really unbelievable, he only used a mobile phone to achieve a high level of information encryption that many hackers cannot do, and it looks like the real thing."

"Well, I also find it incredible that even you will be recruited. Where is he in London? You won't be wrong this time, right?"

"It was a psychiatric hospital in London, but I found out from other sources that there is actually a place where MI[-] detains special prisoners in this psychiatric hospital. The person who sent the message was a security officer here. I checked Looking at the information on his mobile phone, it is impossible to see what his purpose is for sending this."

"What's even more puzzling is that this security guard does not belong to MI[-]. He is just an ordinary staff member of the mental hospital. He doesn't even have a reason to know about the Solanum nigrum project. He shouldn't have known about it!"

"CIA, KGB, MI[-]," Ron said with a playful smile, "It's getting more and more interesting, Mr. Finch, should we make a bet?"

"What are you gambling?"

"Bet on the identity of the person who actually sent the message. I guess the security guard must not be the one who sent the message." Ron waved his hand and stopped a taxi: "Go to the airport."

"Not necessarily, maybe his relatives or friends are related to this incident?" Finch expressed his objection: "I am screening the information of his relatives and friends, and I think there will be gains."

"Why don't you check the information of the patients in the mental hospital? I think that may be more rewarding. I think the person who sent the message is a patient in the mental hospital. Of course, this patient may be a bit special. on the roster."

"You mean..."

Ron glanced at the driver in front of him and said in a low voice, "Yes, I mean, Dr. Bailey may still be alive."

The trouble between Frank and his old lover didn't know how much time it would take. Ron sent him a message directly to separate and let them investigate slowly in France along the previous clues.

Ron planned to go to England by himself first, as for Frank?All eyes were on him now, just enough to divert attention, Ron thought treacherously.

As for what MI[-] is hiding, whether it's nuclear weapons or Dr. Bailey himself, Ron has to decide!

Thinking of this, Ron raised his head, and Big Ben, the landmark building in the city of London, was close in front of him: "London, here I come again."

(End of this chapter)