The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 471 I Found You
The next day, Ron came to Denton Weeks' residence with a red face. Peggy left after saying goodbye to him in the morning. One of the key monitoring targets, if you leave for too long, there may be some problems.

But when Ron came to Weeks House, someone had come before him.

"This is the address of Wicks, right? Sherlock, why are you here?" Ron muttered unhappily as soon as he spoke, "Forget it, what good can it do to see you in someone else's house? There are dead people here again." it, right?"

Speaking of which, unlike the Holmes in London, this Mr. Holmes is a bit like the Shinigami elementary school student in Japan, dying wherever he goes.

"To be precise, it is a residence that Weeks specially used for cheating." "There is only the body of a woman in it, which should be the person who cheated with him, but his body has not been found yet. Judging from the traces at the scene , should have been hijacked."

"Hijacking?" Ron said dumbfoundedly: "Why have one or two of the people I was looking for been hijacked?"

"Anyone else was kidnapped?" Sherlock shouted excitedly, "Who is that person? What is his identity? What's his relationship with Weeks?"

"Sorry, Mr. Cooper, Sherlock doesn't mean anything malicious, he just wants to investigate the results of the case too much." Alex, who was standing on the side, offered to explain for Sherlock uneasily.

"It seems that you get along very well." Ron showed a playful expression.

Alex slightly said: "Fortunately, Sherlock's detoxification treatment has been good recently, and there is no sign of relapse."

"Ron, you haven't told me the identity of the other abductee yet."

"Because I never intended to tell you." Ron looked straight at Sherlock, who was staring at him with dissatisfaction: "Listen, Sherlock, the whole of Los Angeles, I don't care what case you want to investigate, and I don't care Who asked you to investigate this case, but everything is over here, and from now on, I will not allow you to touch this case. "

"why?!"

"Because the things involved in this case are beyond your imagination, everyone who knows the truth must die, even if your father is a British nobleman, do you want to continue trying?"

Ron wrapped his arms around Sherlock's neck without waiting for Sherlock's rebuttal: "I know, you still have your own things to do, right? Like catching the person who killed your girlfriend?"

Sherlock was taken aback by Ron's words, and Ron struck while the iron was hot: "Recently, the serial killer who hangs people up to bleed has started to operate in Los Angeles. I think he is coming for you. I hope you can win this duel, but Now, give me all the information you have, and don't meddle in this case."

Sherlock lowered his head and struggled inwardly. Ron didn't urge him, but just waited aside. He knew that Sherlock would be able to figure it out.

Although Sherlock is obsessed with the detective work of solving puzzles, he can't tell which is more important than his girlfriend's blood feud.

Sure enough, not long after, Sherlock raised his head again: "Give me all the information on that case, and I'll give you all the clues here, and promise to never touch this case."

"Go to Superintendent Grayson for the serial killer's information, and tell me that I told you to help him with this case. Now, tell me what you have found?"

……

"Honey, how is the search going?" Peggy called Ron as soon as she arrived in Texas and asked.

"Haven't found it yet, but there's a hint of it. Remember that London junkie I told you about? He reminded me of something very interesting."

"what?"

"That's how difficult it is for a woman to transfer two adult men across the state. Peggy, what would you do if you wanted to transfer two men with a sense of resistance to different places?"

The old library, Finch's original base camp, Ron sat in front of the computer and chatted easily while typing on the keyboard.

"If it were me, I would probably choose to stun the two of them with drugs and put them in a sack for dynamic loss." Peggy caressed her red lips and couldn't help but put her fingers into her mouth.

I don't know why, they are all fingers, but the taste of my own fingers is much worse than Ron's.

"Yes, I guess she thinks the same as you, so he must go to the pharmacy, and then I checked the theft reports of all pharmacies in Los Angeles, and guess what I found?"

There was a smile on the corner of Ron's mouth. On his computer screen, the surveillance video of the pharmacy was playing at the moment. Finch walked into the pharmacy with a strange woman.

Then Finch suddenly had a lot of blood on his hand, which attracted the pharmacy clerk to help him bandage. On the other side, the strange woman was quietly walking to the anesthetic shelf to take away the anesthetic.

"Ron, you have to understand that with my hacking skills, I'm watching what you're watching now, and I can only say that this girl played well with one hand, but it's the rest of my game."

"Of course I remember, you and Missy took Sheldon to the store together and stuffed the stolen things into Sheldon's small schoolbag and brought out the story. In the end, I settled the bill, even though stealing is very wrong, But I have to say, you guys did a great job, Sheldon was on the verge of tears."

Ron couldn't help smiling as he recalled his childhood.

"Well, I found out what you asked for. The credit card she used at the pharmacy was named Hannah Frey. Does this name sound familiar?"

Without Ron asking, Peggy immediately found out the information that Ron planned for her to check. The two grew up together, and many times, they knew what the other was thinking without talking.

"It's true, but I forgot, can you give me some hints?"

"Finch's partner, the little girl who disappeared 20 years ago in Texas."

"OMG! Did he really hit the mark, that little girl really didn't die, but ran away from home and became a root?" Ron asked in surprise.

"It's not impossible, but it may not be. She just met Hannah Frey and borrowed her identity. According to the facial contours captured by the surveillance, I can't find anyone who is similar to the missing little girl." any resemblance."

"Whatever it is, anyway, even if we know who she is, we still don't have any idea about where she is." Ron shook his head in frustration, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "Peggy, do you think she Is it similar to your way of thinking? If you were her, where would you hide now?"

"This is really an interesting metaphor, if it were me..." Peggy lay on the bed hugging Ron's humanoid pillow and rubbed it hard, her cheeks were slightly flushed: "I will definitely go to the house of the dead woman Wait, she must have reaped the benefits of being ambiguous with Weeks for so long. I guess she must have more than one property under her name. If the doves occupy the magpie's nest now, no one will notice her. The property on Vanderlin Street is a good place, in the suburbs, and only eight kilometers from the pharmacy stealing narcotics...well...'

"You are really great! Thank you, Peggy." Ron said excitedly, not noticing the strangeness in Peggy's voice, and hung up the phone quickly.

And in Texas, in that pink girly room, Peggy contemplates the water stains on the throw pillow.

On Vanderlin Avenue, in the room marked by Peggy, Finch and Weeks, whom Ron was looking for, were tied to a pillar and a wheelchair respectively, but the female kidnapper who kidnapped them was nowhere to be seen.

"You must help me, she will be back soon." Wicks, who was tied to the pole, asked Finch for help.

"I know you don't want to believe me, it's because you don't know me..."

"I know you very well, Vickers, you tried to hack into the machine," Finch retorted.

"That's my job. I'm testing his limits, making sure he's safe, but we anticipated all the crises, but we didn't expect that today, someone would come to us."

Finch stared forward with determination: "He won't find the machine through me."

"But you know, if you don't help me escape, we'll lose the machine, I'm not as strong as you think, I won't be able to take it any time soon, please, save me, save yourself, because I will Untie you right away, and we can escape together." Unreasonable, Weeks simply pretended to be pitiful, but in fact, he does look pitiful now.

Root's attitude towards him was different from the politeness towards Finch. He had been tortured since he was kidnapped.

"Well, what do you want me to do?" Finch sighed, eventually softening.

"That knife," Weeks pointed to the fruit knife on the table with his eyes, "try to get it to the ground."

Finch looked at the table, then began to shake the bench vigorously, and kept hitting the table with his body. He bumped into it a few times, and finally knocked the table down, and the fruit knife fell to the ground. Weeks kicked it to the ground quickly. With it at your fingertips, use it to cut the rope and regain your freedom.

But when he regained his freedom, he didn't untie Finch immediately, but changed his expression: "Before I let you go again, I have a question to ask you."

"what?"

"Since you especially want to live an incognito life, you only need to answer me one question, and I will let you go. Can she control the machine?"

Vickers tossed the knife back and forth beside Finch, not sure whether he wanted to help him untie the rope or stab him with the knife, and Finch began to regret it.

If he had known this, he might as well not have saved him, at least it would have fallen into Gen's hands, and he had promised him that he would never hurt his life.

"I need to know if the machine is safe, and you can tell me the answer."

Finch pondered for a while, and said slowly: "No one can modify the permissions remotely."

"That is to say, if you want to modify it, you must contact the server, right?"

"Yes." Finch nodded.

"So as long as the position is not exposed, the machine is safe?"

Finch nodded again, and a sinister smile began to appear on Vickers' face: "Thank you, that's all I need."

As he said, he put the knife on Finch's neck: "It's an honor to finally meet you, goodbye~"

Finch closed his eyes and began to wait for death to come, but just when he gave up resisting, there was a sudden "bang" gunshot, and Weeks, who was about to stab him in the throat, fell down before he could go. on the ground.

Finch opened his eyes again, and Ron's smiling face appeared in front of him and began to untie the rope for him: "Aren't you disappointed to see me? I guess you would prefer Riise to save you, right?"

Finch shook his head: "No, I never expected him to save me, nor did I expect you. On the contrary, I hope you can continue to save people. How long have you been here?"

"Since you were discussing how to modify permissions just now, I think the topic you talked about is more interesting. I just listened to it for a while. I'm sorry to keep you waiting."

Ron narrowed his eyes: "What you said just now was a lie to him, right?"

"No, I'm telling the truth." Finch turned around, hiding his panic by drinking water.

"No, you are indeed lying to him. After you disappeared, both your partner and I received the social security number of the victim who was about to be killed. I don't think this is a coincidence, do you think so? Mr. Finch .” Ron’s eyes widened, releasing two rays of light.

"Although I don't know when, let alone what method you used, you did modify your permissions in the machine. After you have an accident, the machine will automatically distribute your permissions to me and Riise."

"Don't deny it, I don't think you predicted when you built the machine that you would partner with a man named John Reaser and know a man named Ron Lee Cooper in the future. A back door, and now you can still control it remotely, right?"

Finch was cornered by Ron, but still stubborn: "Even if it is, I can't use it to help you do anything that violates my principles!"

As soon as the words came out, Finch closed his eyes, he was ready to be killed by Ron at any time.

"Relax, my friend, I think you may have made a mistake?" Ron patted him on the shoulder: "I didn't intend to use your machine to do anything, but there are some things I need an explanation for."

With that said, Ron showed Finch the information on the phone, and flipped the screen with his finger to open the T800 photo.

"Have you seen this terrible thing? This is made by your machine, or your machine will be made in the future. I guess it will use this to destroy all mankind. Of course, it may also be a nuclear bomb, so efficient A little higher."

Finch's eyes widened in disbelief: "Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

"It's true," Ron put away his phone calmly: "Even I was almost killed by this thing myself, you built a terrible thing, Finch.

Now, we need to figure out how to fix it. "

(End of this chapter)