The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 463 Sudden Change of Itinerary

"Morning, Riise."

"It's not early at all, Finch. It's already past lunch time. If you really think it's early, then take it as if I'm flattering the boss. What's the plan for today?" The deserted library has been occupied by Finch and Li Se transformed into a secret base, where they would meet every day.

"No arrangement." Finch said seemingly very naturally.

Riise put down the newspaper a little surprised: "Did the machine not spit out the number today?"

"You seem rather disappointed."

"Just a little surprised that no one is in danger in Los Angeles, no one is planning to kill someone, I thought I was in heaven."

"Even if there is, it's probably just thinking about it in secret. In short, I think maybe you should take this opportunity to take a good rest, especially today."

Riise slowly followed Finch's words.

"You don't really think I don't know, do you?" Finch took out a small box from his suit pocket: "Happy birthday."

"Thank you." Reese took the box and showed a long-lost smile.

"Go ahead, you're on vacation, do whatever you want, and do something that pleases you."

"You know what I do out there by myself?"

As Finch said, he took his coffee and sat down on his seat: "I don't know, this is your privacy, and I respect privacy, Mr. Reaser."

"hope so."

After leaving a word, Riise packed up his things and walked out of the base. Finch watched him leave before taking out his phone, finding Ron's number and dialing...

After eating the steak, Ron took his mother to a newly opened dessert shop as usual, but while eating dessert, he met someone unexpected by Ron.

"Ron?"

"Caroline, why are you here?"

"Ron, why don't you introduce this beautiful lady to me?" Mary looked at the beautiful Caroline with some displeasure. She clearly remembered that Ron already had a girlfriend.

"This is Caroline Channing, my friend in high school," Ron introduced in the middle with some embarrassment: "This is my mother, Mary."

"Hello, Mary."

"Hello."

The two women's hands were clasped in front of Ron, but the smell of gunpowder in the air was so strong that even a blind man could tell it.

Mary looked at Caroline from the standpoint of her most satisfied daughter-in-law, Collins, and looked at Caroline like a vixen. Naturally, there was a bit of unkindness in her eyes. Of course, Caroline, who was born in high society, was very familiar with this kind of eyes.

If Ron's life was compared to a TV series, he would never have imagined that it was originally an American drama with cool action, but in the next second, it would become a domestic mother-in-law and daughter-in-law drama.

"The new uniform is good. You haven't told me why you are here? Has Li Han's restaurant finally closed down due to hygiene problems?" Ron looked at Caroline's new uniform and quickly changed the subject.

I have to say that Caroline's new black uniform is many times better than the mustard yellow uniform in Li Han's shop. The cheap temperament cultivated by long-term together is inexplicably incompatible.

In the same person, two temperaments appear at the same time, and it seems that it is not against the harmony. This is probably only Caroline can do it?

"It's not just me, Max is also here, because the business of the small cake shop is not good recently, and we have added a new part-time worker recently." When Caroline was speaking, Max was still calling Ron and the others at the counter. He gesticulated and blew a kiss.

"Max? There's another one?" Mary looked at Ron in the wrong way.

"Uh, don't get me wrong, Mom, I just invested in their small cake business. You know, I've always liked sweets... Wait a minute, I'm going to answer the phone." Ron was explaining in a hurry when the phone rang suddenly sounded.

Ron was full of gratitude, whoever called him at this time gave him enough excuses to get out.

"Finch, thank you." Ron got up and walked to the side.

"Why thank me?"

"No reason, just happy today, no matter what you ask me for help, because I'm in a good mood today, I'm willing to give you a 9.9% discount, how about it?"

"Then I'll thank you first," Finch sighed helplessly, Ron remained the same, he was still the one who wanted money: "In short, I need you to help me protect a person, a person with a very special identity people."

"A person with a very special status? How special is it?" Ron quietly glanced at Mary in the restaurant. Fortunately, she didn't continue to quarrel with Caroline, and Ron finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Henry Peck, a senior intelligence analysis officer of the NSA."

Ron frowned: "The lives of NSA people are threatened. I think you should call the police directly. The NSA is absolutely capable of protecting one of their own people."

"But the problem is that it is impossible for the NSA to protect him now, or in other words, it is the NSA that wants him to die!" Finch's tone was a little anxious, as if the man was going to die soon, which made Ron very curious .

"why?"

"Because he asked the wrong question, and it was about the machine."

"Well, no wonder you didn't ask your partner to solve this matter. I thought he was injured again. It seems that you still want to keep some mystery in front of your partner."

"It's his birthday today, and I gave him a holiday as an excuse, so, will you accept this job?" Finch asked anxiously, made very uncomfortable by Ron's teasing tone.

"Why don't you make money if you have money? Give me a place, and we'll meet later."

After finishing speaking, Ron hung up the phone and walked into the restaurant to put the car keys on the table: "I'm sorry Mom, I have some urgent work to deal with temporarily, Caroline, can you help me see Mom for a while?"

"Of course." Caroline hesitated, but agreed: "If I drive your car, what will you do?"

Ron shrugged indifferently: "It's not far from your stupid restaurant. The big bald man I always eat with is the owner of a nearby car repair shop. I just happened to have a car refitted by him."

……

"I thought you would come here with a sports car, but I never thought you would drive such a ostentatious sports car. Are you afraid that others will not notice you?"

Although Finch complained, he sat in Ron's Mustang sports car honestly. Under Toretto's modification, almost all parts of the car were changed except for the car shell and the seats inside. Once again, even the engine was replaced with an American-style L[-] engine, coupled with the supercharger device on the hood, which made passers-by look at it frequently.

"Forget about the spy skills your partner taught you. Those things are useless to you. In professional matters, you have to trust professionals. You said let me protect a person. There is nothing like a spy that can travel the world at any time." A better tool for your car.”

Ron looked up at the tall luxury apartment in front of him: "The unlucky guy who is going to save this time lives here? I still don't understand why the NSA wants to kill him?"

"Because he discovered the secret of the machine, the U.S. government is monitoring every citizen of it all the time! God knows how much impact this news will have. The most frightening thing is that this guy also contacted a reporter, intending to give this secret to Expose it!"

Ron's heart moved. Is this the Snowden incident?
There is no such person as Snowden in this world, so naturally there is no Prism Gate incident. Most ordinary people don’t know that their daily text messages, Twitter or Facebook information have long been given data by these related companies together. The US government checked at will.

"Then it's not surprising that the NSA wants to kill this person. Let me guess, your machine code name doesn't just happen to be Prism?"

"No, the code name of the machine is 'machine'," Finch said anxiously as he watched Peck approaching in the distance with a telescope and walked into the apartment building while making a phone call: "We must save him quickly, otherwise, he will Every time I talk to a person, there may be one more person who will take the risk of being buried with him."

"Indeed, but I have a question. This is the second day you've followed him, right? Was the surveillance in his apartment broken yesterday?"

Finch followed Ron's finger and saw that the connection cable of the surveillance camera had been cut off at some point: "No, it was fine when I came here yesterday... what are you doing?"

Ron didn't wait for Finch to finish speaking, and opened the car door: "Of course it's saving lives, I bet you, someone is definitely breaking into his house now, believe it or not."

Peck pushed open the door while talking on the phone. Sihao didn't realize that the danger had come to him. Just when he was relaxing and was about to take off his coat, a man suddenly jumped out from behind and strangled him hard. neck.

"I'm sorry, I'm just following orders." The man whispered in his ear, and the strength on his arms doubled and tightened.

Peck felt short of breath for a while, and couldn't even cry out. He could only keep kicking his feet, but it didn't help at all.

However, just when he thought he really wanted to confess here.

"Boom!" The apartment door was kicked open, and a fist hit the back of the killer's head. Hearing the abnormal sound, the killer immediately gave up on Peck who was about to faint, pushed him to the ground, and dodged to the side, letting the fist go. Turning around, it was Ron behind him.

"You're not bad at it~" Ron's mouth curled up in interest, and he hooked his fingers at the killer: "Come here~"

Ron just attacked from behind. Although he was also empty-handed, the other party dodged it immediately. It is obvious that someone with this kind of skill is not an ordinary person.

The killer pursed his lips and did not speak. Although he dodged Ron's first blow, Ron's skill obviously put pressure on him. He took two steps around Ron, and suddenly stepped back, just as Ron En thought that the opponent was going to flee, so he took a step forward, and when he was about to attack with a straight punch, he didn't expect the killer to bounce back like a spring on his leg!
And with fast speed in both hands, one hand blocked Ron's straight fist, and the other hand pointed together into a knife, stabbing Ron's throat, but the action was fast and ruthless.

Ron froze, he was too familiar with this skill, it turned out that the military fighting skills during the special forces training were like this, this man is a master trained in the military!
In this case, it was even more difficult for Ron to reveal his identity. He began to regret why he didn't take out his gun and kill the opponent immediately, but fortunately, Ron's melee combat methods were not limited to military fighting skills.

Ron withdrew his right fist and took a step to the left with his left foot. At the same time, the hand he just retracted was just below the hand that was inserted into Ron's throat, and he lifted it up to hold the killer's wrist.

Before the killer could break free, the other hand was already silently supporting the killer's elbow. According to the way of military fighting, Ron had already completed half of the capture at this time. As long as he broke his arm again, he would It's just a matter of grabbing it with nothing.

The killer was shocked, and he pulled his hand back violently, but Ron didn't compete with him. All this just now was just a false move. The killer tried his best, but Ron simply let go.

The force with which he withdrew his hand was too great, and the killer was suddenly thrown off balance by his own strength. Before he could stabilize his figure, Ron had already stepped forward and smashed his elbow.

"Crack~"

With one blow, the ribs in the killer's chest were broken.

At the same time, Ron slammed his left foot on the ground, and when he was about to jump up, he suddenly raised his right knee, and the killer's face instantly turned blue and fell to the ground.

Because there were already too many cases of car overturning without making up the knife, Ron didn't stop doing it, and immediately pulled out the dagger and stuck it in the neck of the killer who fell to the ground.

"Papa~" Until it was confirmed that the killer was no longer breathing, Ron wiped the dagger on the killer's body and inserted it back into his waist, clapping his hands: "Mr. Peck, now..."

Ron turned his head, and Peck had slipped away while Ron was fighting with the killer.

"Finch, Finch, I think I'm in a little trouble."

"What's the matter?" Finch downstairs pressed the earphone nervously: "Are you late?"

"That's not true, it's just that the slippery kid just slipped away while we were fighting, can you track him down again?"

"Me? A cripple? You asked me to follow a young man running wildly?" Finch looked at Peck who hurried out of the apartment, gritted his teeth, and followed quickly.

At this time, Peck picked up his cell phone and dialed out, and Finch also quickly picked up his cell phone. He had already hacked into Peck's cell phone and could monitor his calls at any time.

"Hello?" It was a woman's voice on the phone.

"I'm looking for Ted Gibbs," said Peck hurriedly.

"Hello?" This time it was replaced by a deep man's voice.

Peck was overjoyed, finally rescued: "Hello, Deputy Director Gibbs, my name is Henry Peck, and I work under you."

"This is my daughter's phone number, how did you get this number?"

"Sorry to bother you, sir, but someone tried to kill me, I just asked a question, got arrested, lost my job, and they tried to kill me..."

Peck was only halfway through his eloquent speech, when the man across from him suddenly interrupted him: "Don't call me again, beep...beep..."

The phone was hung up!
(End of this chapter)