The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 516
In London, in a secret agency, next to the interrogation table, Ron was on the side being interrogated. Opposite him were two British agents and their BOSS, Mycroft Holmes.

"Are you staying here on purpose to commend me for my outstanding contribution to Britain's anti-terrorist operations? In fact, you don't have to be so polite, just give me a one-ton medal, as long as this medal It's made of gold."

As if Sihao didn't care about the particularity of the seat he was sitting in, Ron said carelessly, as if he really came to accept the commendation.

In fact, he certainly had reason to think so. When he directed the secret service agents to throw all the gold and jewelry on the ground, the entire slum went crazy and immediately fell into looting, which not only seriously hindered the terrorists After chasing them, a large-scale conflict broke out with them.

Ron gained a group of free reinforcements without any effort.

Less than 10 minutes after the thugs and terrorists in the slums exchanged fire, the nearby British military camp took the initiative to enter the city to suppress both sides, and the president was rescued logically.

Originally, Ron should feel lucky, but after thinking about it carefully, he found that this matter is very interesting.

Before, no matter how much noise the terrorists made in the city, all the forces belonging to the United Kingdom seemed to be dead, without any reaction, but not long after Ron robbed the bank vault and jewelry store, even the army was dispatched .

Sure enough, it doesn't matter what you do about politics, but when it comes to money, can capitalists and politicians controlled by capitalists just sit still?
"Your behavior, our British government will definitely commend you in the future, but now we want to talk to you about other things. You mentioned gold just now, so let's start talking about gold," Mycroft looked at the hands The long form made me feel a bit of a headache: "Where did the gold in the vault of the Bank of London go? The gold and precious stones in several nearby jewelry stores were all stolen..."

"What does this have to do with me? Maybe the citizens of London took advantage of the chaos to rob? Anyway, every time there is a riot in the United States, someone will take advantage of the fire and rob. I suggest that you be mentally prepared early. This kind of thing is not uncommon." Ron thought Hush whistled.

"However, what our camera captured doesn't seem to be the case. Please look." A British agent next to him showed Ron a video of a jewelry store. A group of robbers smashed the window and looted everything inside. When he was about to leave, the scarf on his face was raised a little, and it was Ron's face that was revealed.

"FXXK, I didn't expect that beckoning cat to be a camera, I made a mistake~" Ron cursed secretly, and then switched back to the same calm smile as before: "Okay, I admit that I did all these cases, But so what? Those are all the necessary means I used to save the President of the United States, who made certain institutions that should ensure the safety of the President not be found at critical moments?"

Asshole!
Mycroft felt angry for a while, and a big well appeared on the veins on his head. What he said was not much different from pointing his nose and scolding trash, but he couldn't say it, because during the entire terrorist attack, the British side The performance is really hip, and it is a compliment to describe it as trash.

So McCoff could only suppress his anger, and continued to ask: "Well, you said that this is a necessary means to save the president, so please explain why British gold and jewels are used to save the president of the United States. ?”

"Of course it's because some organizations that should have been responsible failed to do so, and our army was surrounded by terrorists. What else can I do except spend money to temporarily find some reinforcements?"

"You call those thugs reinforcements?" An agent next to Mycroft slapped the table angrily and stood up: "Do you know? Just because of the jewels you scattered on the ground, let those thugs kill us Three full agents! The best MI[-] agents!"

"Hehe~" Ron sneered disdainfully: "Why did they kill your agents? Isn't it because you snatched their things? I think if your people can manage their own hands and don't commit crimes, They must be willing to save money on a few bullets."

"Those jewels and gold are not theirs. Let's go and take them back for the owner. What's wrong?!"

"Then what's wrong with them protecting their hard-earned windfall money? It's your fault that your methods are too rough." Ron spread his hands: "And this matter sounds like it from the beginning to the end. It's all about your British affairs and has nothing to do with me as an American, and I think the British should treat their benefactor who has just helped them restore their international reputation with this attitude."

Mycroft pushed the emotional agent back to his seat, because he knew that if he talked to Ron, once Ron tricked him, he would control your emotions little by little, making the topic more and more complicated. The farther he goes, the more he will eventually deviate from the original track, and now he, the mainstay, must control the stage.

"Mr. Cooper, for your outstanding performance in this whole operation, our British government will definitely say something later, but before that, we want to talk about your problem first."

Mycroft crossed his hands and raised his chin, staring sharply at Ron's face: "You know that no matter the gold banknotes in the London bank or the jewelry in the jewelry store, those are the property of others, but you have not Using these properties with the permission of the original owner, from a legal point of view, this kind of behavior can be characterized as theft no matter which country you are in, what do you think?"

In an instant, Mycroft's long-term aura as a high-ranking person exploded. In the past, people interrogated by her would be shocked by their aura when encountering such situations, and began to tremble, and would confess no matter what, but this time He miscalculated.

Ron followed his example, propped his head up with both hands, and stared back unwillingly.

"Let the leaders of more than 40 countries be assassinated in your own country at the same time, and let them succeed more than half, this can be characterized as incompetent no matter which country you are in, what do you think?"

Mycroft's momentum faltered, and she was defeated from this round of confrontation. The security operation he was responsible for had such a big leak, even if Ron pointed her nose and scolded her for being incompetent, she couldn't find any rebuttal.

"I think that after such a big mistake, the British government has every reason and obligation to pay for our small rescue operation. After all, the value of a little gold and jewelry is nothing compared to the face of the British Empire. How much is it worth?"

What is a little gold jewelry?Did you know that the gold jewels you took away were worth two hundred million pounds!

What Ron said made the two agents next to him almost go to quarrel with Ron again, but Mycroft stopped them with gestures. It is meaningless to discuss this issue here. Britain has lost more face, and he intends to recover from other aspects.

"Well, let's assume that the money you took from the banks and jewelry stores is our British government's payment for the rescue, but you should understand that for the UK, any government spending needs to be transparent enough, we I also suspect that the money has been embezzled and embezzled.”

"So Mr. Cooper, please continue to cooperate with our investigation."

"Of course." Ron nodded easily, his whole body was already on the chair behind, and she wanted to see what else McCoff could do.

Anyway, he would never admit that he stole the gold from the bank vault and packed away the largest gemstones in the jewelry store.

"We have taken stock of the losses in banks and jewelery shops this time. The total value is about 8000 million pounds, but the total value of the property we have seized from the mob is only [-] million pounds. Can you explain why?"

Mycroft patted a detailed form in front of Ron.

If Ron was a little nervous before, he was completely relaxed now.

I thought you still have some hole cards, so this is the trick?

"You have said it yourself, those people are mobs, born thieves, who knows where they hide their money? They must not have told the truth, I suggest you torture them a few more times, I heard that you Isn’t there a lot of instruments of torture in Britain? For example, the Iron Maiden, if you use all the instruments of torture, I’m sure someone will tell the truth.”

"Perhaps the means of extorting confessions by torture are commonplace in the United States. After all, the whole world knows what you did in Guantanamo Bay, but we, the UK, are a humanitarian country." , respect everyone's rights, and will never use torture to extract confessions at will."

"In addition, the iron maiden is a torture device invented by the Germans. Next time you plan to give an example, please research clearly in advance."

humanitarian country?Nonsence!Ron spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm in his heart.

"Then I can't help it. I wish you luck." Ron spread his hands, pretending to be helpless.

Anyway, it's just that it's not right. There are so many hands on the scene, and some people can blame them.

However, at this moment, Mycroft showed a slight smile, waved his hand, and let the two agents leave the interrogation room, leaving only him and Ron face to face: "Really? I think you may not understand one thing , do you know why I detained you yesterday and only asked you today for questioning?"

"why?"

"Of course it is to collect evidence," Mycroft leaned on the back of the chair: "Just today, our intelligence officers in the United States discovered that someone was selling a pigeon's blood grade ruby ​​on the market, which was exactly the same size as the one lost in the London jewelry store." Exactly the same."

"So what? Maybe it's a coincidence. Isn't it strange that there are two gemstones of the same size in this world?" Ron had a vague feeling in his heart. The stuff is in the system space, so the agents can only hide in the car.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that the Taiyuan members of the Secret Service were so anxious that they started selling these stolen goods as soon as they returned to the United States, and were caught by British intelligence personnel.

"Damn the winery!" Ron cursed inwardly. He immediately guessed who got the information, but he remained calm on the surface.

"Of course it's not surprising, but since we're talking about gemstones, I'd like to share with you a little knowledge about precious equivalents." Mycroft stepped down from his seat and came behind Ron step by step: "The countries in the world have different casting techniques. , so the gold stored in the bank has some subtle differences in purity."

"We all know that 24K gold refers to a gold content of 99.99%, but in fact, this is just a number for the convenience of calculation, and there are more than two decimal places."

"We've known each other for a long time, Ron, you're a smart man, do I need to go on?"

"Of course not." Ron's expression was as uncomfortable as if he had eaten a fly.

However, judging from all the signs, things don't seem to be that bad. Otherwise, Mycroft would not let the two men go out, which shows that he also has certain expectations for this wealth.

Now the crux of the problem came back to the question of how much blood Ron should bleed to satisfy the vampire, Mycroft.

"Like you said, you're also one of the smartest people I know, so let's open the door and talk, how much do you want?"

"Half! I want half of your harvest, which is £6000 million worth of jewels or gold, and that's not too much, my friend."

"It's impossible! I don't have that much myself!" Ron was like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and his voice suddenly raised several pitches: "You know, there are many people who participated in the action with me, They also want to share money, I will give you at most 100 million pounds, whether you like it or not."

As he said that, Ron put on a look of reluctance.

"To be honest, I really wonder if you bought your degree right now? Haven't you studied history? We British started our business by pirates."

With no outsiders around, Mycroft simply abandoned all hypocritical appearances, leaving only his true desire for wealth: "According to the pirate's rules, all income should be divided into 8400-100%, the leader gets [-]%, and the others get the remaining [-]%. You should have at least [-] million pounds worth of property in your hand, and it’s a bit too stingy to take out only [-] million.”

Up to this point, the two of them were basically clear cards, and Ron sighed helplessly: "Okay, I'll pay a little more, after all, this is your territory, and according to the rules of the road, I have to pay you a share no matter what." Money, is that what you mean?"

"500..." Noticing that Mycroft's face was wrong, Ron gritted his teeth: "1000 million pounds, this is the end of this matter, there can be no more, otherwise I would rather return all the money to the British government."

"OK, deal."

(End of this chapter)