The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 437 Ron's second-hand sale

The whole car, including Powell, the target that Ron wanted to rescue, was in a deep sleep. Ron didn't wake up after being slapped on the face a few times. Looking at Powell whose face was swollen like a pig's head, Ron could only put He picked it up and threw it into his car.

On the other side, in the old library where Finch was stationed.

"Have you found the hacker who planted Powell's computer?" Reese was shot again this time, unable to go out for activities, and could only stand behind Finch in a bored manner, watching him type line after line of code on the computer , but none of the lines can be read.

"I haven't been able to crack the hacker's IP address yet, but there is a loophole in his firewall...Successful!" After typing the last line of code, Finch hit the Enter key, with a slight smile on his lips: "Okay, We're in, now, let's see who's behind it?"

"I knew you could do it."

However, the smile on Finch's face didn't last long and froze immediately. As his code instructions started to be executed, there were also several codes that were not entered by him.

There is only one function of these codes, and that is...

"Wait, we didn't hack into it, we were put in, that was a bait!"

Reese was puzzled: "What do you mean?"

"It's a very complicated program. They used a worm to infect all the devices connected to our private network! Including our mobile phone! Destroy the mobile phone!" Finch picked up the microphone and shouted: "Ron, can you hear me?" ? Destroy the phone! Let's meet at the place where you traded!"

After finishing speaking, Finch immediately unplugged the computer's power supply and network cable, dropped the phone on the ground, and smashed it into pieces with a walking stick.

Before the phone shattered, three words flashed on the screen: "Who are you?"

"And your mobile phone, Riise, we must move quickly, he has located us." Finch snatched Riise's mobile phone and dropped it on the ground. Just a few minutes ago, Riise's mobile phone was connected WIFI network to play games, so no accident, his mobile phone was also hacked.

The antique shop less than 200 meters away from the branch of Ron's special operations team, the owner Guan Yuming is a frequent visitor to Ron's senior club, this shop is not so much a business as a hobby.

Guan Yuming's antique shop sells mostly weird gadgets he bought everywhere. According to him, most of them are related to black magic. Ron doesn't know what it is, but it looks very Great look.

But in Guan Yuming's store, there is a separate cabinet, and the "antiques" in it are all broken things brought back by Ron for one dollar a box. Fei.

Even a broken thermos cup with a broken mouth was marked with a sky-high price of hundreds of thousands of dollars.

Just such a vacuum flask costs up to [-] dollars a piece in Wal-Mart, but how dare you ask for hundreds of thousands here?And it's broken, what a fool would buy this shit?

Of course, the people who bought them were not stupid, or rather shrewd. Of course, these things were not for ordinary customers, but for Ron's special customers, such as Finch who needed Ron's paid help.

In the darkness, Riser was about to use his superb lockpicking skills to open the door, but just as he pushed the wire into the keyhole, he found that the lock had already been opened, so he simply pushed the door open and entered. As soon as he entered, a limp body was pushed into his arms.

"Here, the guy you asked me to rescue brought you here. The money is still the old rule. Just spend some antiques in the antique shop. Remember to tell Guan that Ron asked you to come."

Lao Bai's anesthetic is too powerful, Powell has been brought all the way to the present, and he still hasn't woken up.

"No, you can't leave yet, our deal isn't over yet," Finch walked quickly on crutches and stood in front of Ron: "Even if Powell is handed over to us now, he will still be wanted, and he will be arrested by the mysterious Hackers continue to send people to hunt and kill, you have to help us solve the matter completely."

"It's really troublesome, well, how do you want me to help you?" Ron stopped walking.

"First of all, we need to track down the real murderer who killed Congressman Delancey, maybe we need an expert who is familiar with the political circle to help, Finch said fascinatedly.

Finch didn't understand the power of the political circle, but he remembered another client he and Riise had rescued before, a woman, a power broker, and he might be able to ask her for help.

But Ron interrupted his thoughts: "There is no need to be so troublesome. I am sure that the person who killed Delancey was definitely not for any political reasons. His election is the result of the common acquiescence of all forces. Any attempt to overthrow this result People are tantamount to declaring war on all forces.”

"You know him?" Reese asked in surprise.

"Of course, speaking of it, he and I are comrades-in-arms in the same camp. They are both supporters of the current president," Ron shrugged. : "So it must be because of economic reasons. I remember that he seems to have an engineering contracting company. The district attorney has been secretly investigating this company for several months."

"What's wrong with this company?"

"The inspector suspects that he cut corners on the project. In fact, this is something that everyone has tacitly understood. Even if he is caught, what can he do? At worst, he will go to Shawshank Prison for a vacation. You may not know that the prison How luxurious is the VIP area, with regular physical examinations, a gym and a heated swimming pool, and even if you want a woman, the prison guards will help you order food to come to your door.

Besides, you don't have to take the blame yourself, at worst, you can throw it to..."

In the middle of Ron's speech, he suddenly got stuck, and a harmless smile that always followed Senator Delancey flashed in his mind.

"Throw it to what?" Finch keenly felt that this was the key.

"Throwing it to his partner and campaign aide, I think we know exactly who wanted him dead, right?"

"That's right, as long as Delancey is dead, there is no evidence for these things. Of course he can say that Delancey asked him to do it, but even if this is true, we have no evidence to prove that it was his assistant who killed Delancey."

"Then find some evidence." As soon as Ron finished speaking, his ears moved. He heard some strange noises outside the door, which seemed to be footsteps. The pistol moved slowly toward the door.

Through the crack of the door, they saw a half-bald man with a gun approaching them.

"Boom!"

Ron opened the door suddenly, and fired two shots in a row before the other party could react. The first shot hit the man's right hand holding the gun, sending the pistol and two fingers flying together, and the second shot hit the man's knee directly, knocking him to one knee Kneel down.

(End of this chapter)