The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 439 Ron misses
The killer followed the signal of the tracker all the way to a big pool that exudes a pungent smell, and couldn't help but utter a curse: "FXXK! There must be something wrong, I don't believe anyone would hide here Plant a place!"

"That's why he chose to hide in this kind of place. I guarantee that the signal is here. Let's see where the person is?" The tone of the electronic voice in the earphone was also somewhat suspicious.

Although she didn't feel how intoxicating the smell was at the scene, but from the trajectory of the tracker, she intuited that something was wrong, but she was not completely sure, everything was just a woman's intuition.

"Let me take a look," the killer looked around, and saw that the money was locked on a strange thing floating in the pool. From a distance, it looked like a garbage bag full of garbage, but when he looked closely, he found that the garbage bag still had limbs.

wrong!That's a person!It was a floating corpse!
The killer looked down at the final location of the signal source, and it was indeed there.

what's the situation?Could it be that the target died before he made a move?

"Boss, I found the target, but his condition is a bit strange, seems to be dead?"

"What is it like?! Death is death, life is life. If there is no such thing, go and make sure."

"But..." The killer just uttered a word in an unreadable voice, then suddenly stopped and changed his words: "OK, I'll go and confirm it now."

The killer went down another floor along the ladder, squinting his eyes, not trying to pretend to be seen by someone, but unable to open his eyes due to the stench, and reconfirmed the target position. After getting closer, he had already It is possible to vaguely see the facial features of the target, it is indeed a person.

There was a distance of about ten meters from where the killer stood to the pool. He suppressed his nausea and took a deep breath. The breath of marsh gas almost killed him on the spot, but he endured it, closed his eyes and jumped into the pool. jump.

On the ground above the septic tank, in an RV, watching the surveillance footage of the killer entering the septic tank, Ron, Finch, Reese, Arthur, and Hank simultaneously raised their scoring cards.

"Remove the highest score of 6 points, and remove the lowest score of 0.5 points. This player's final score is 4.5 points. Arthur, your score is really harsh. Can you tell me your reason?" Ron cameo play the role of referee.

"Although he suppressed the water splash very well, it cannot be ruled out that there are too many debris in the pool. The water splash cannot be lifted up. The biggest problem lies in his movements, straight up and down, even turning in the air, No flips, I'm going to jump... no, I mean if I go to a regular diving pool, I will definitely perform better than him."

Arthur curled his lips, he and Hank were brought here by Ron in the middle of the night, and asked him to drive an RV and bring a dummy model of a clothing store, the target person the killer saw in the septic tank just now is this thing.

But Ron doubted his words: "Really?"

"Of course it's true. When I was in school, I was on the school diving team. If I hadn't chosen to join MI[-], I would most likely have become a diver, participated in the Olympics, or become an actor." Arthur said dissatisfiedly. Said.

"So your hair was washed off when you were practicing diving? Hahaha..."

Hank sneered mercilessly, and Arthur glared: "You are also bald, how dare you laugh at me?! At least, my diving must be at the level of a gold medal."

Ron curled his lips secretly, the gold medal you get for a fart, at most, is covered in gold dust, twisting around as the background in other MVs.

"OK, we'll talk about the bickering later, now I want you guys to fish that guy out for me."

While talking and laughing, the killer was already next to the game target on the surveillance screen, and found out that it was a dummy. Just as he was about to curse, Ron had already pressed the start button.

The anesthetic bottle hanging under the dummy was opened silently, and colorless and odorless anesthetic gas was released around the dummy. The killer was about to say something to the earphone, but immediately his eyelids became heavier and his consciousness became more and more serious. numbness.

"Go!" Hank and Arthur pointed at each other in unison, and then shifted their targets to Riise and Finch, and began to consider the plan to let these two people go to work, but saw the two people next to them After using the crutches, he gave up this plan.

The two of them each wear a cane, and they look more miserable than the other. It's fine to fight against the opposite one, but it's too good to use the disabled.

Enduring the nausea, the two worked together to fish the killer out of the pool, and the killer's earphones immediately caught Ron's attention.

"Number Eight, Number Eight, how is the target identified? I saw that the signal source has stopped moving for a long time. What happened to you?"

The killer's earphones still kept sending out voices. In a hotel twenty kilometers away, a woman was calling non-stop. Since just now, the signal from the tracker has stopped at the same place for more than 10 minutes. It's a very abnormal phenomenon.

She just contacted there 5 minutes ago. It stands to reason that there should be news by now. However, the fact is that there is no other sound except the sound of falling into the water at the beginning and a few strange collision sounds later. The voice came.

"Borrow your clothes." Ron couldn't help tearing off Riise's suit jacket, wrapping it on the earphones and picking it up. The corners of Riise's eyes twitched. If he couldn't beat you, he would have killed you long ago.

"I'm sorry, your second killer was also taken care of by me, do you have a substitute? If not, then I have to declare the game over... Ah no, it's not over yet, I haven't caught you yet Isn't it?"

Ron wiped the earphones on Riise's suit frantically a few times before replying in an elegant tone.

At the same time, he secretly regretted in his heart, originally he wanted to play a spoof, but he didn't expect that he would be tricked in the end, and he would not have played like this if he had known.

As for the killer on the ground who slept like a dead pig, Ron had already given up.

This guy, from the moment Ron heard the electronically synthesized voice in the headset, he knew it was just a pawn. He hadn't even heard the real voice of the person giving him orders. If he knew anything else, he would be damned.

Ron can guarantee 100% that he is just a puppet manipulated by the black hands behind the scenes through the network cable. Ron knows that there are many people like this.

Most of them are veterans who have participated in the war. Some of them re-entered military service companies after retiring to work as mercenaries, and some of them registered as killers on the dark web. This idiot is obviously one of them.

"How did you find out?" Finch asked in surprise.

"He had an abrasion on his neck near the main artery, only shrapnel could have made that shape without being fatal."

"The calluses on his tiger's mouth are caused by touching guns for a long time, and he has both hands. He obviously uses a rifle. The one who often uses a rifle as a weapon is definitely not an ordinary punk, but a veteran on the battlefield."

"His walking posture has some commonly used tactical movements in it."

, Several guys who have been on the battlefield gave their own guesses respectively, which opened the eyes of Finch, a layman.

"Hey, are you still there? Don't you want to play with me and continue playing? How about this, let's take another gamble. In this round, we will bet on whether Powell will be convicted first, or whether your employer's criminal evidence will be found by us first." .”

Ron continued to provoke the other party with words, and as early as the first time the killer was caught, Finch had already connected the mobile phone on the killer, and began to reverse track the IP address of the mysterious person who had been talking with the killer.

"How much longer?" Ron lip-synced.

"In 2 minutes, I've narrowed down the range to California, but I'm not sure if this is a fake IP." Finch stopped distracting and continued to track.

"Haha, are you delaying time? Waiting for your hacker friend to find out my IP address?" For some unknown reason, the other party suddenly turned off the synthesized voice, and a sexy female voice sounded again in the headset Of course, the possibility that this is another falsetto deliberately released by the other party is not ruled out.

Even, it is not impossible that the opposite is a big man who picks his feet.

"So, are you afraid?" The delay failed, and Ron simply said, "Afraid that your level is too low, and my friends will find you out in minutes? You don't have confidence in your own strength, do you?"

While talking, Ron made a quick gesture to Finch, and he began to regret that he didn't call Peggy out to work together, otherwise, with Peggy's strength, he would definitely be able to take down this cunning guy.

"Of course, I, a helpless woman, will feel scared, but even if I give you a chance, can you find me? I doubt it very much."

Finch kept trying to attack the opponent's firewall with various codes, and this time he also learned from the mistake of underestimating the enemy last time, and kept strengthening his own firewall while attacking.

He even learned the other party's little trick last time, leaving an imperceptible loophole in the firewall, and this is exactly the trap he set. As long as the other party attacks this loophole, he can follow the attack data to trace the source. Find out where the other party is.

And it was the time when Ron was arguing with the other party, and the other party finally moved. It was the loophole reserved by Finch.

"Here we come!" Finch stared at the screen excitedly.

The opponent's code was like a fox, hovering next to Finch's trap, and suddenly stepped on the noose, and a large amount of data rushed back to the opponent's computer along the loophole.

"California's confidence information is indeed hidden, she's not here at all! Let me see where he is." Finch entered the new coordinates he got into the map, and everyone held their breaths, waiting for the final result .

The map pointer first flew northeast all the way across California, and finally stopped in Washington.

"I knew it, he must not be in Los Angeles! Let me see where you are." Finch let go of the map further, and every street in Washington was gradually visible, and finally, when he saw the place where the pointer finally pointed , everyone's expressions became weird.

White House.

"FXXK!" Ron couldn't help swearing: "Mr. Finch, what's going on, you don't want to tell me that Mr. President is suddenly bored and pretends to be a female voice to kill a California congressman. play?"

At the same time, the female voice on the opposite side laughed again in the headset: "How is it? Have you found my position? Are you going to catch me now? I can wait here for you~"

"No, no, no, what's wrong with this point." Finch double-checked the code of the exchange and confrontation incredulously, and finally found clues in a piece of code: "I see! She didn't do it at all in the first place." Disguise, use your real IP to control the phone, because this method looks too fake, but I ignored it, she has always been in California, just in Los Angeles! Give me another 2 minutes, and I will definitely find her!"

"Hahaha, take your time, I've played enough today, maybe next time we can have another game and have fun ~ Good night, cute idiots."

The other party hung up the phone with a chuckle, and Ron's clues were interrupted again.

"There is no accident now, I can only find some clues from the assistant of the congressman." Ron sighed, his face was a little ugly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Riise answered the phone, and when he finished dealing with the phone, his face became even weirder.

Finch noticed that his expression was a bit wrong: "What's wrong?"

"Half an hour ago, the congressman's assistant was found dead at home. It was a suicide. There was a statement of guilt. Powell is safe. We made it."

"FXXK!" Ron couldn't help but swear again. It seemed that he had won this round, but in fact he lost completely.

Apart from defeating the attacking killer twice, there is no other achievement. Being played by the opponent from the beginning to the end, this feeling is very bad. To be precise, no one has made him so powerless except in front of Peggy. .

Of course, it is not accurate to say that the opponent has completely won.

Although Ron couldn't figure out the details on the other side, correspondingly, the information here hadn't been exposed much. The old library that Finch exposed was just one of his many safe houses.

The antique shop belonged to Guan Yuming, and it was difficult for anyone to connect an old Chinese man living in Los Angeles with Ron.

As for more private information, there is no risk of leakage at all. This round is equivalent to a battle between the two sides on the Internet.

Ron looked at the slightly bright sky and stretched: "Forget it, that's it for today, I'm going back to sleep."

"Then what should he do?" Arthur kicked the killer who was still sleeping next to him.

"It's still a question, go back to the base and check if he has evaded taxes. If there is a double fine, let him pay the money. If you don't pay, you will be thrown into Shawshank Prison to build roads. When will you earn enough fines? Then let him out." Ron replied viciously.

The Shawshank prison that Ron mentioned is of course not the VIP area that Mr. Channing believed, but the ordinary area where Andy lived before. All prisoners have to go out to work to make up for the sins they have committed before.

The current warden happens to be on Ron's side.

(End of this chapter)