The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 482 Assassination Case

"Ahem! Mr. Cooper."

Just when Ron was about to measure the size of the cute little nurse's meat bun with both hands, a group of uninvited guests broke in. The little nurse exclaimed and quickly took Ron's hand out.

"I'm an FBI agent, Helen Thompson," the leading female agent showed her ID, "If it's convenient for you, I'd like to ask you a few questions."

"But it's inconvenient for me now." Ron gave the female agent who ruined his own good business a hard look.

But the other party didn't seem to hear the repulsion in Ron's tone, and sat down directly opposite him: "Can you tell me what happened at that time? Why are you and Mr. President apart from Mr. Frank?" Mike Banning survived both."

Ron's heart trembled, this way of questioning, the other party was obviously not kind.

"So what you mean is that I should die together with those Secret Service members who died. Anyway, I'm just like the subordinates standing behind you, I'm just some miscellaneous soldiers, right?"

"I didn't mean that," Ron said, which made Helen a little flustered: "It's just that as the only two survivors who survived the attack, we just checked a sum of 1000 million US dollars in Mike's offshore account. accounted for, and your company has been holding a number of drone patents, we suspect that you may be related to this case."

"That's why you suspect me?" Ron laughed angrily: "Sometimes, I even wonder if you FBI have any brains. When you checked my patents, didn't you look at me?" The drone patents held are quadcopter drones and jet drones, while the attack is a rear-mounted single-rotor drone.”

"Is that so?" Helen helped the assistant behind her, and her expression became complicated after the assistant answered.

"Hehe, is the level of the FBI already so bad?" Ron asked with a sneer, "You came here to ask questions without even knowing the model of the drone?"

Just as Helen opened her mouth to say something, a flustered FBI suddenly barged in from outside the ward and whispered a few words to Helen, and Helen's face immediately changed drastically.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Cooper, we did make a mistake, and Banning should have done all of this." Helen smiled apologetically, and was about to get up to leave, but Ron hurriedly stopped her.

"Wait, it's the etiquette of your FBI to come here without any evidence and ask questions, and then leave like this? If this is the case, then I think I should also run to your FBI to check taxes What do you think, Agent Helen?"

"I've already apologized to you, Mr. Cooper, what else do you want?" Helen turned around and asked helplessly.

On the way here, she had already read Ron's information, and knew that he was always a very difficult character, and she couldn't ignore Ron's threats.

"I want to know what happened and why you dropped your suspicions about me."

"Just now my subordinates found the car that launched the drone near the place where you were attacked. After identification, Mr. Banning's DNA sample was found in the car, and, in the warehouse of Banning's home, the car that was connected to the drone was found. Using the same type of explosive, we have reason to suspect..."

"My God, are all of you FBI mentally retarded?" Ron couldn't help it, and sighed. The FBIs in the ward glared at him, but Ron didn't care:
"Everyone knows that Mike was on the same ship as the president, and the command records sent back from the scene can also prove this. How did he escape from the scene and drive the car with the drone to attack nearby? ? Do you use avatar?! Do you think this is a ninja movie?"

"But……"

"Enough!" Helen wanted to defend something, but was interrupted by a rough roar from outside the door. The door of the ward opened, and a figure that Ron was very familiar with walked in.

"Hobbs, what are you doing here?" Ron rolled his eyes.

"You guys go out first, leave this to me," Hobbs first sent out his subordinates with a serious face, and when he left, he immediately changed into a smiling face: "For such a big case, the entire FBI has me Who is up to it? How is it? How does it feel to be treated like a terrorist?"

"Not much, if your subordinates aren't so useless, you won't be able to suspect me at all," Luo said angrily, "Even if it was really me, you wouldn't think that you could catch me with the help of those useless people just now. Right? Believe it or not, as long as I want to run, I can kill them and slip away in minutes."

"Believe me, that's why I stayed outside, luckily it wasn't you," Hobbs came to Ron, put his hands on his shoulders and stared at Ron with deep eyes until his scalp was numb , said in a deep voice: "Ron, I need your help."

For a while, the air in the ward suddenly became ambiguous.

"Get out! You damn glass!" Ron knocked Hobbs' hand off, took a big step back, and patted himself on the shoulder disgustingly: "This dress is no longer acceptable."

Hobbs looked very hurt: "I mean it, I really need your help. The FBI in Washington is too bad, and the Secret Service is the same. Can you believe it? The drone that attacked the president is Launched from a dense forest less than three kilometers away, even if my grandma was appointed as the head of the Secret Service, it would not shorten the security circle so short!"

"Then have you ever thought about another possibility, that they were put in on purpose?"

When Hobbs heard this, his eyes flashed: "You mean, you also think Mike Banning is the mastermind?"

"I didn't say that. Before the final result, everything is possible." Ron quickly denied: "There should be many people who know the president's itinerary besides the Secret Service. I think these people are all So your suspects, especially those who are closer to the defense contractors."

"why?"

"Because President Frank's recent decree just cut off their financial resources. The so-called cutting off their financial resources is like killing their parents. They are the most suspected. They can bribe anyone around the president to get information about the president's itinerary, and even to the president. From this point of view, Mike Banning is not without the possibility of being bought."

Hobbs quickly took out a small notebook and wrote it down: "For example, the 1000 million in his bank account?"

"Yes, although the possibility of deliberate framing cannot be ruled out," Ron nodded: "But we will see tonight whether he is clean or not."

"Why do you say that?" Hobbs asked strangely.

Ron smiled mysteriously: "Because..."

(End of this chapter)