The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 464 Protection Plan
Peck stopped and fell into a state of isolation and helplessness again. Now, he began to miss the tall man who had just saved his life. However, due to his professional sensitivity from intelligence work, he couldn't believe that any intentional approach his people.

Who knows if saving lives was directed and acted by oneself?
"Maybe we should take him to the safe house instead." Ron had come to Finch at some point.

"It's not that simple. He will want to know who we are, and knowing this will bring him one step closer to discovering the machine. While we are saving Peck, we must keep him from knowing our existence, Mr. Cooper, you Are you listening?"

Finch was still chattering, but Ron frowned and walked forward a few steps, came to a trash can, reached out and picked out a broken mobile phone from it.

Looking up again, Peck had long since disappeared.

"Well, we've got bigger trouble now."

"Peck found the bugs dropped us!"

"That's right, so I thought, we need to go back to your base. Is Mr. Reese at home now?" Ron's tone was like a mistress asking if your wife is at home, so ambiguous that it made Finch tight .

"Peck emptied all his bank deposits, and his credit card records appeared all over the city, including banks, convenience stores, cheap hotels, and restaurants. How did he do it?" Finch looked at the computer showing withdrawal red everywhere. After clicking on the map, Jing Zha said, he has never encountered such a situation before, how did Peck do it?
"He probably gave the cards to the homeless people in Los Angeles. It seems that he has learned a lot from the NSA. Is there any progress on your mobile phone?"

Ron was referring to Peck's old cell phone that he had picked up from the trash can and had just given it to Finch to see if there was any valuable information to dig out.

Finch showed the memory card that had been completely broken: "Unfortunately, they also taught him how to clean up the phone. The memory card can no longer be recovered. What happened to the person who chased him down?"

"This kind of task of cleaning up the living is usually done by an elite squad, usually a combat team of three to five people. The man I fought with had rifle ammunition in his pistol. As far as I know, there is only one troop If they can do this, they are the Intelligence Support Team, a special force with a high degree of secrecy."

Ron shook his head helplessly: "Things are starting to get troublesome~"

"Are they great?"

"It's not a question of whether they are powerful or not..." Ron looked at Finch's curious little eyes, and sighed helplessly: "Well, they are indeed a little bit powerful, but that's not the point. The point is, I With my current status, strictly speaking, I am with them, and in this kind of thing, the person who is most suitable to take action is actually your partner."

"Then what are you going to do? Join the team hunting down Peck now?" Finch took out the checkbook from his pocket and tossed it back and forth in his hand.

"How is it possible?" Ron's eyes widened, his eyes fixed on the checkbook that was thrown around in the sky: "Compared with being loyal to my duty, I still prefer the taste of dollars, I think we should be ahead of them Find Peck."

"If they make a move, they want to find a person who lost their mobile phone. The method is probably the same as mine. That is to start looking for a place that meets the basic needs of life. A place where you can sleep, eat, hide, and surf the Internet by the way, such as Hotels that provide Internet services, the ones that only accept cash.”

Finch entered the conditions that Ron said into the computer one by one, re-filtered the map, and finally locked the last three hotels, but this time he encountered difficulties again.

"These three hotels are in different directions in Los Angeles. If I go to one of them and don't find someone, I believe they will find him before us in the time I go to the second place. What else? Is there a way?"

Ron frowned, he was not satisfied with the result.

"Don't worry, I can solve this problem. If he stays in one of the hotels, he will definitely go online as soon as possible to try to hack into the intelligence station in Los Angeles, which is where he works. The search records sent by hotels to the Internet..."

Returning to his field of expertise, Finch seemed to have become an omnipotent god. With a light tap of his finger on the keyboard, countless search records began to be deleted one by one on the screen, and finally there was only one search record sent by the North Hotel. Record.

"Ron, you should take a look at this. In addition to hacking into the intelligence station where he used to work, he also bought some spy equipment from someone on the dark web. Can you recognize what these things are for?"

"These are all used to interfere with the electronic lock." Ron looked at the purchase catalog, and a smile unconsciously curled up on the corner of his mouth: "Well, I think I know where he is going, what a stubborn guy, he actually I want to embed it in the intelligence station where I used to work, and I guess there must be something that particularly attracts him.”

At the same time, outside the Los Angeles Airport, three passengers who had just come out of the airport went directly to the parking lot of the airport, found a dilapidated van, and inserted the keys into it.

The door opened with a "wow", and on the rear seat, all kinds of knowledge and equipment that had been prepared were lying there quietly.

"Should we start to act now? Shall we find a pole dance bar to relax as usual?" One of them opened the magazine and checked the bullets and asked excitedly.

"No, we must act immediately. Something happened. He has backup, and Kandy has been killed." The leader opened the envelope next to the driver's seat, and the more he looked at it, the more he frowned.

"Backup? Who is it?"

"I don't know. Judging from the condition of the corpse, it should be a muay thai master. I have already said that Kandy is too big. He should use robbing instead of attacking the enemy with bare hands. You should all learn this lesson."

There was also a photo of the dead body at the scene in the envelope. It was difficult for the NSA personnel to act so quickly. In the photo, there were three wounds on the dead body, which were piercing wounds with a sharp weapon on the neck, which were also fatal wounds.

The other two are bruises on the chest and private parts. Based on the experience of the leader, these injuries should be caused by elbows and knees. Kandy is one of the few people with the highest level of melee combat among them, and can be approached by others. If you kill him by yourself, the person who kills him is definitely a master!
In the middle of the night, Ron put on the long-lost Batman suit and stood on the roof of the office building where the NSA intelligence station was hiding. The night wind made his cloak rattle.

"I don't understand. There are so many clothes to hide your identity to choose from. Why do you have to wear such exaggerated clothes? Is there any special significance?"

"Of course." Under the mask, Ron deliberately replied in a low voice, "Because I need a mask of justice when doing things that represent justice."

"But I've never heard of any Batman that charges for services." After hanging out with Ron for a long time, Finch also learned to complain.

"This can't be confused, Bruce Wayne is a super rich second generation, and I'm just a low-level civil servant who can't even afford gas~ Where is Peck now?"

"Just entered the station, he is using his computer to print something." Finch replied looking at the monitor.

"Then, the action begins." As soon as the words fell, Ron jumped and fell downstairs quickly. Just as his body flew over the distance of three floors, the rope tied around his waist slowly began to tighten. The force of traction pushed Ron's feet back to the outer wall of the building, and Sloan's body was perpendicular to the wall at 90 degrees.

Ron pressed the button on his waist, the rope began to relax again, his feet kicked and kicked on the wall, it looked like he was running down the wall, and soon came to the NSA, outside the glass of the intelligence station the wall.

"I can see that he is printing all the information related to the machine. I would be very grateful if you could prevent Peck from obtaining more information that caused trouble, but it is best not to let him know of your existence and try to avoid it. Direct contact, I'm not ready to be exposed."

Finch's voice kept ringing in the earphones. Ron dissatisfied took out the microphone and played it twice, which made Finch's eardrums numb.

"Listen buddy, I'm not your partner. I have my own way of doing things. You do the information-related work well, and I'm in charge of execution. The division of labor is clear, OK?"

"It seems that they came sooner than I expected." As he said, Ron took out a shield from his back, then kicked his feet hard on the glass wall, and swung his whole body outwards. Due to inertia, when he came back, the hard shield had been blocked in the front and hit the glass hard.

"Wow~" The glass curtain wall shattered to the ground.

"Who?" Peck turned around vigilantly.

"Prepare to save your people." Ron raised his hands high, and there was nothing else in his hands except a US team shield that didn't match his clothes.

"Why should I trust you?" Peck took a step back, holding the data on the printer tightly in his arms.

"Because I saved your life before, and now I plan to save your second life, Peck bows his head!" While speaking, a small red laser dot appeared on the left side of Peck's head, and Ron rushed to grab it. This distance is no longer enough In order to let him rush to Peck, seeing that Peck was about to be killed by a headshot, Ron had a quick wit and threw the shield in his hand.

"clatter!"

"when!"

At the critical moment, the shield of the bullet collided in the air, sparks splashed everywhere, and the shield was driven by the huge kinetic energy of the bullet, and flew away again, and it flew to nowhere, but fortunately, Peck's head was saved.

At this time, Ron finally rushed to Peck, grabbed her by the collar, and pulled hard, and the two fell to the ground together.

"Da da da..." The submachine gun of the intelligence support team fired the follow-up bullets belatedly, but they all fell through, and only a burst of confetti flew in the office of the intelligence station.

The captain of the intelligence support team calmly waved to the two men. With years of tacit cooperation, the two immediately surrounded the pillar where Ron and the others were hiding from one left and one right.

Ron tore off his cloak and flicked it to the left.

In the dark night, the members of the intelligence support team only saw a black figure jumping out from behind the pillar, and immediately focused their fire on the black figure.

"Da da da……"

And Ron took this opportunity to suddenly flash out from the right side unexpectedly, and the entire body of the intelligence support team that was originally planning to outflank was exposed in front of Ron. What is there to say?it's over~
"Bang bang bang..." Ron pulled the trigger, and the muzzle of the automatic Glock 18 spewed out a string of flames, instantly emptied the entire magazine, and beat the team member into a sieve.

It's not that Ron has any problems with the intelligence support team, but because he can't see clearly in the dark and the distance is a bit far, Ron is not very confident in his marksmanship, so he can only choose this method.

Facts have proved that his choice is correct.

At this time, the other two had reacted and quickly turned their guns, but Ron had already retracted behind the pillar, and the bullets had no other effect except leaving a string of bullet holes on the wall behind.

"There are two left." Ron threw away the empty magazine and reinserted a new magazine full of bullets. Peck looked curiously at the belt he had just taken the magazine. There are more than a dozen full magazines!
"Thank you, who are you?"

"As you can see, I'm Batman," Ron replied as he shot back.

"Since when did Batman start using a gun? And Cap's shield?"

Peck's eyes were full of doubts. Although his life was saved, he was still full of doubts about his savior.

"Since his Batmobile can't fill up the gas," Ron buckled another rope hanging from his waist to Peck's belt: "Now is not the time to talk about this, go!"

Ron threw a grenade, and when the opponent was dodging around in panic, he dragged Peck to jump out from behind the pillar, and ran towards the window he smashed.

"Jump with me!"

"Ah~~~"

The two jumped into the air together amid Peck's panicked yells, and Ron took the time to turn around in the air, pulling the rope with one hand, and aiming the gun at the window they jumped out of with the other.

Sure enough, after the violent explosion, a head poked out of the window, and Ron immediately pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang bang bang..."

The bullet hit the person above in a fan, and the latter quickly retracted his head, while Ron and Peck took this opportunity to easily fall to the ground.

"This is too exciting!" Peck was terrified.

"The excitement is yet to come." Ron didn't bother to say anything more to him. He held Peck's head directly and stuffed him into another newly stolen car. The same fly out.

Peck was puzzled: "How is it possible? Aren't we already safe?"

"Are you kidding?" Ron twitched his lips mockingly: "Do you know what you found? A genius? You discovered the largest comprehensive surveillance program in the history of the United States! And you plan to contact reporters to announce it, from now on From now on, the rest of your life will be spent in the endless pursuit of the United States, are you ready, boy."

(End of this chapter)