The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 510 London Must Go

"Please, why don't you ask a detective for this kind of thing? Sherlock isn't the best at this. If you brothers work together, you will definitely be able to solve the mystery of the Prime Minister's death. Come on, I am optimistic about you."

Ron said indifferently that he didn't care about the life and death of the British Prime Minister. This is something that those in the White House should care about. What's more, this call was made by McCoff, who has always been known as a conspirator.

When dealing with this kind of person, it doesn't matter when they are sold out. Ron has always been able to get in touch with as little as possible.

"No, I will arrange for someone to investigate the prime minister's case, but what is more important now is not the case, but the murderer's follow-up actions. My intelligence department has received information that this is likely to be done by terrorists in Syria for revenge British military operations there."

"Haha, the way of heaven is reincarnation, who will the heaven spare? I don't think it's a loss at all~ Think about it, so many people died in Syria, you just lost a prime minister, and you are the puppets of the big guys behind the scenes." Ron continued to mock.

Mycroft, who was far away in London, was full of black lines: "Don't forget, Syria is a war launched by you and the United States, and we, the United Kingdom, are just part of the coalition forces!"

"Ah, this..." Ron was embarrassed for a while, and he was so patronizing that he almost forgot that he was now the insider of the American camp: "Well, so what if we have a share? What they found is You, not us, I remember what was the national policy of the United Kingdom in the past? Is the balance of power in the mainland right? I think it’s good for us in the United States to watch from the other side and watch your excitement.”

"But according to our intelligence, the target of this group of people is not just the British Prime Minister."

"You don't even care about the Prime Minister of Great Britain? Then who else is their target? It can't be our American leader, right?" Ron joked in an exaggerated tone.

"That's right, according to the information we have, it is likely that his targets include leaders of other coalition countries including the President of the United States." McCoff said in a deep voice: "Immediately, as the news is announced, countries will come to attend the funeral All high-level political figures will become their targets, including your president of the United States. I would like to invite you to join the temporary security team.

As far as I know, among all the agents, you are an expert in raids. Even the real terrorists are not as destructive as you. No one knows the methods of those guys better than you. If you make a move, this funeral will be safe. . "

"What do you mean a real terrorist is not as destructive as me?" A big well appeared on Ron's forehead. Is this juxtaposing himself with terrorists?
As expected, the members of the Holmes family were still speechless as before.

"Sorry, maybe my wording made you feel a little uncomfortable, but please believe that my appreciation for you is definitely from the bottom of my heart."

"Forget it, you can discuss this kind of thing with the Secret Service. It's their job. They didn't give me another salary." Ron shook his head, and hung up the phone without waiting for McCoff to say anything. .

To be honest, he felt that the British Prime Minister deserved what happened. If the United States is also attacked in this way, of course it deserves it.

The Syrian people stayed in their own homes, didn't recruit anyone, didn't provoke anyone, ate hot pot and sang songs, but they were robbed by the national army. How can they reason in Syria?
Of course, if this kind of politics is not correct, Ron can think about it for himself at most. He would talk nonsense to others when he is crazy. Ron thought this way, and returned to the living room. At this time, Claire's children had finished cleaning the house and came , as soon as they saw Ron, the children immediately gathered around.

In London City, Mycroft's gorgeous office, until the phone was hung up for a long time, he still sat at his desk without saying a word.

Mycroft was fine, but the assistant next to him had something to do with him. After waiting for a long time, he bravely said, "Minister Holmes, why do you have to involve Ron? We also have Kingsman 007 in Great Britain. It doesn’t have to be dependent on an outsider.”

"I understand what you kids who grew up listening to 007 legends expect from 007, but boy, 007 is old, and our MI[-] is basically no different from an ordinary IT department now, even our most famous The proud tailor shop also suffered heavy losses in the last incident, so I can only pin my hopes on an outsider."

Mycroft sighed helplessly. In order to continue to maintain the glory of the old empire... at least it looked like that, he was exhausted physically and mentally.

The biggest problem is not how to put the right person in the right position, but that no one can use all-round people, even his assistant is the big one among the dwarves, and he temporarily finds a decent replacement. But right away, the assistant gave him a surprise.

"If you must want Ron to participate in the protection of dignitaries from various countries, why don't we invite him through the Ministry of Foreign Affairs?"

"That's a good idea," Mycroft's eyes lit up, "Go on, I'm interested."

"I remember you said that Ron is still an outer space giant and a major shareholder of Space Exploration Corporation, so we can use the reason of cooperation in the space field to ask them to send a shareholder with sufficient weight to investigate, so that both Without compromising my British reputation, diplomatic means can be used to force him to come.

And after he came, he, as an American employee, had to participate in security work. "

Mycroft nodded in satisfaction, he was looking forward to this new assistant for the first time.

Ten minutes later, Ron's cell phone rang again when he was discussing the floor style with Claire. This time, when he returned to the living room after answering the call, he couldn't help but look a little helpless.

"Sorry, Claire, can the party be another day? I have something to deal with here." Ron said apologetically.

"Of course, it's not too long before Halloween, and we can combine your housewarming party with the Halloween party."

At the White House, the President has discussed with his Secret Service the route of the UK tour.

"You seem to be very nervous, I really don't know what you are nervous about?" The president said from a relaxed chair at his desk.

"Of course it's because of your trip. You know that the three ways I hate the most are grinding your guns before the battle. Going abroad, and not booking a time in advance," the black female chief of staff said helplessly: "I really can't convince you not to go?"

"This is a state funeral, and it's our biggest ally. You know it's impossible not to go."

"I spent most of the night on the phone with the advance team. The London police will be responsible for the perimeter security during the funeral. Air Force One will land at Stansted Airport. When it gets to the ground, everything will be taken over by Mike."

The chief of staff pointed to Mike, and Mike skillfully picked up the tablet and called up the map, and began to introduce the travel route: "After landing, take a helicopter for 12 minutes to Somerset House, from where an armored car escorted us, passing Fleet Street to the church .”

"Mike, you look tense." The president squeezed Mike's tense muscles and said easily.

"Of course he will be nervous," the chief of staff took the time to roll his eyes while recording the plan. There is no one who dares to roll his eyes at the president in the White House except her: "Because of the prime minister, we received information that he may be Died by assassination, the British are too busy for themselves now, their security is full of loopholes, Mr. President.

There are 40 different guards in 40 different countries. It is difficult to adjust the route of travel and the exit of the funeral seat. Believe me, the British are now devastated. "

"Are you okay, Mike?" the president asked, looking up.

"Of course, there's nothing I can't handle."

This time, Mike's answer was not so confident. It wasn't that he lost confidence in his own ability, but that from the experience he had just received with the security personnel in the UK, the UK was in a mess.

"However, it might be better to have another expert who can understand the way terrorists think to assist me."

"Haha, your idea is exactly the same as that of a British official, so I invited the expert you want here." Mr. President showed a mischievous smile and shouted into the lounge: "Come out! Come on, Mr. Cooper."

"Surprise!" The door of the presidential lounge opened, and Ron walked out from inside: "Long time no see, Chief Mike."

"In the morning, after people from the British intelligence agency contacted me through the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, I called Ron. How was it? Surprised? Surprised?" The president pulled Ron in front of the two of them affectionately: " Mr. Cooper, have you heard the plan just now? What is your opinion on this? Or, if you are a terrorist, what do you plan to do?"

Hearing this, both Mike and the chief of staff cast their eyes on Ron.

Ron got angry for a while, and you all think of me as a terrorist, right?Then today I will give you a good performance.

"First of all, you need to understand a concept. According to terrorist thinking, they don't care about hurting innocent people, so it's best to abandon the naive idea of ​​only targeting a single target. In addition, because we have not yet grasped the intention to launch an attack. I don’t know how powerful they are, so when talking about how they might use it, you might as well think about it with the highest level of danger, so if I were a terrorist, there would probably be three ways.”

The three looked at Ron in shock at the same time. Everyone said that he was an expert on terrorists and the king of destruction before. They all thought it was just talking. Unexpectedly, just after hearing the plan, Ron suddenly, There are three ways to carry out terrorist attacks.

Ron took Mike's tablet and called up the map: "First of all, let's assume that this is the same as the terrorists who have nuclear weapons obtained during the disintegration of the Soviet Union. In this case, they only need to bribe a few policemen to install the The nuclear-weapon car drove to a place not too far from the church and detonated, and with one 'boom', all the leaders who participated in the funeral could be killed."

"This is indeed a good idea, but I am very honored to tell you that all the nuclear warheads lost by the former Soviet Union are under the control of the CIA, so you don't have to worry too much about this." The president waved his hand indifferently : "Please continue, what else can I do?"

"Look here, here is the church where the funeral was held," Ron zoomed in on the map and drew a circle with a radius of five kilometers around the church:
"At present, the range of mortars circulating in the arms market is generally about five kilometers. That is to say, if terrorists can get a few mortars, they don't even need to approach the church. As long as they are within the circle I drew, Find a place and fire a dozen shells at the church, and the entire church can be blown into ruins, and no one will survive."

"The feasibility of this plan is very high, because the mortar is a curved fire, that is to say, as long as there are no tall buildings between the place chosen by the terrorist and the church, he can complete the attack, and within the range drawn by Mr. Cooper There are countless places like this.”

Secret Service Director Mike was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat after hearing what Ron said. In his plan just now, he neglected to pay attention to these places. If Ron is really a terrorist, using this method may really be able success.

"Of course, because the situation in London is still relatively chaotic, it is difficult for the police to cover everything and take care of these points where shells may be fired. Therefore, Mike, I think the Secret Service should send some more people to cooperate with the London police to conduct inspections in these places. "

"I will arrange for someone to do it." Mike nodded seriously: "What about the last way?"

"The last way..." Ron hesitated for a moment, and his eyes became deep: "If their action is not a temporary intention... I mean, if the current British speculation is true, the British Prime Minister is indeed Assassination, that matter is not easy."

"Why isn't it simple?" Sensing the suddenly tense atmosphere in the room, the chief of staff swallowed with difficulty.

"Have you ever thought about it? Will the assassination of the British Prime Minister be part of their plan? If so, it means that their plan is not a matter of a few days or months, but a year or even several years. For such a long time, if they sent people, bit by bit, to Europe as refugees, and then came to the UK through the submarine tunnel, how many people would they have in the UK? Maybe there are enough men to fight a small war gone."

"My God, this is too scary. You mean they will turn London into a battlefield? How many people will die?!" The chief of staff was shocked by the scene Ron imagined, and covered his face in fear.

"There is nothing impossible, Mr. President, don't forget that we turned their homes into battlefields and ruins, so if they want to take revenge and turn our homes into battlefields, there is nothing wrong with that, isn't it?" Luo Eun looked up and looked at the President.

(End of this chapter)