The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 458

Inside Charlie's Detective Agency's new safe house.

"Bosley, who else knows about our meeting with Elena in Hamburg? Why does it feel like everyone knows, first the killer, then this guy."

Jane stared at Ron vigilantly, even if Sabina explained for him before, and Bosley personally verified Ron's real identity to the headquarters, she could not dispel her doubts.

There's no way, the timing of Ron's appearance is too coincidental.

"As I said earlier, I happen to have the same goal as you, but you just got there first,"

Ron glanced at Elena, who was secretly looking at him, and when his eyes met the latter, he immediately exclaimed, and quickly drank water to cover up his embarrassment. Ron smiled softly:
"As for the killer you mentioned, I have some opinions. I think he is not only after Elena, you, or your organization, may also be one of his targets."

"Why do you say that?" Bosley asked puzzled.

"Please, do you need equipment with such powerful firepower to kill such a silly little girl?" Ron shrugged, "Even if I pick up a toilet punch, I can stab her in the throat and kill her."

"No! I don't want to be stabbed to death by a toilet stick!" Hearing such an outrageous way of death, Elena immediately yelled to express her dissatisfaction.

"According to the regulations, no one can say this. You mean that there is a ghost among us? But why must it be us? Why can't his target be you? Maybe someone under your command leaked the news." Bosley Pass Ron a cup of coffee.

Ron took the cup and put it on the table: "It's not me who was chased into the river and died."

"You!" Jane got up in a rage and was about to draw out her gun, but Ron was one step ahead of her. Before she could touch the gun, the cold muzzle was already pressed against her forehead.

"Jane, calm down!" Sabina came out to smooth things over: "Ron is right, I can kill that kind of girl with a fly swatter, Bosley, who is that person?"

Bosley got up and turned on the big screen behind him: "The face recognition system found photos of him committing crimes in other places five years ago, but there was no name, no record, nothing at all."

"I don't understand why he wants to kill me." Elena was puzzled.

"I know that," Ron took over Bosley's position: "It says in the file that you are the systems engineer for Project Crystal, right?"

Xiaosha nodded, then quickly shook her head: "Oh my god! You actually know Christo?"

"I also know more things. For example, you are a graduate of MIT. You go to fighting classes every Sunday. Although the coach praises you for practicing well, it is actually useless. Judging from your performance just now I see, I only talked about one boyfriend, but we broke up after only two days, so you still..."

"Stop! Don't say any more!" Elena shouted in shame, but Ron still said the last two words.

"virgin."

"Oh!" Elena covered her face.

"It's okay, if you can fix up your online photos, such as the cheekbones, and wear less yellow clothes, yellow really doesn't suit you, I think a lot of people will ask you out, but what we don't know is , why would anyone want you to die."

"I know this too," Ron raised his hand again to answer, "Crystal can be turned into a weapon, right?"

"Yes, that's right, I can fix it," Elena took a deep breath to calm down, "But now, any hacker with enough skill can transform Krystal into an electromagnetic pulse weapon and use it to attack other people."

"It's the kind that causes the brain to have epilepsy?" Jane asked with a frown.

"I'm afraid it's more than that," Ron shook his head. "If the power is high enough, it can make people feel like food in a microwave. If you're not careful, BOOM!"

Ron turned the phone over for everyone to see. On it, he was playing a picture of chicken legs being cooked in a microwave oven.

Bosley: "But I think a better way is to use it to destroy the human neural network, making it look like a stroke or a ruptured artery, even if you want to check, you can't find any evidence."

"That way, it would be a perfect murder tool."

"Yes, and it can be activated remotely, I designed it." Elena said in frustration.

"So it seems that the person who wants you to die should be someone inside the company," Luo concluded, "First of all, I need to make sure, do you have many samples of this stuff?"

"Besides the one in my office, there are five sample machines in the warehouse. What do you want to do?" Elena replied blankly.

"No matter what the other party plans to do, all the focus must still be on your Christo," Ron's eyes flashed: "So, I propose that we cooperate this time, get them back first, and delete you The information about it in the system, so that the initiative is completely in our hands, what do you say, girls?"

"agree!"

The morale of the angels was mobilized by Ron, and Ron hurriedly struck while the iron was hot: "Then, this is our infiltration plan..."

"Wait a moment!"

Ron was about to make a plan when Bosley's cell phone rang suddenly.

"Yes, the one with us is called Ron... Which Ron? Ron Lee Cooper... No way!...Okay, I see."

While Bosley was on the phone, he looked at Ron more and more strangely. When the call was over, his eyes were full of defense.

"Sorry, Mr. Cooper, the headquarters just ordered that you must not be allowed to command this infiltration mission, let alone bring you along. Our Charlie Detective Agency is a small business and cannot afford to pay so much money."

After answering the phone, Bosley immediately changed his face and refused coldly.

"Why?" Ron finished asking, before she could reply, he immediately reacted: "Because of the slander of a handful of very few agents who are dissatisfied with me? It must be Natalie on the phone, right?"

"It's her, yes," Bosley said to Ron, "but dare you say that your plan doesn't include anything related to the explosion?"

"Uh..." Ron was overwhelmed by the question: "I promise, this is the most efficient plan with the highest success rate, and you don't want to make a fuss and make the other party vigilant, right?"

"But our Charlie Detective Agency doesn't want to lose money for you," Bosley continued to refuse: "Our Detective Agency is still paying in installments to compensate for the compensation for the British-French Submarine Tunnel project that was accidentally blown up because of your cooperation in the past. what~"

Speaking of which, Ron looked up at the ceiling and whistled.

(End of this chapter)