The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 524 Joining forces with the FBI
In the middle of the night, outside a cozy little house in a community in the north of Los Angeles, two strange crisp sounds suddenly sounded, which sounded like the sound of a pistol with a silencer. The pistol under the pillow rolled under the bed.

The whole process went smoothly.

Is it a killer?Oops, the daughter is still upstairs!Hobbs stared nervously out the window.

However, the expected attack did not happen, and a familiar laughter came from outside the window: "Hahaha, you are still as sensitive as before, I should have recorded you on my phone and tweeted it, maybe I can let you Fire it up."

"Damn! Ron, this isn't funny at all!" Hobbs crawled out from under the bed in embarrassment: "You actually shot outside my house, have you ever thought about what to do if a stray bullet hurts someone?!"

"You don't think it's a gunshot, do you?" Ron picked up a completely withered branch and broke it off in front of Hobbs. The crisp sound was exactly the same as what Hobbs had just heard. Hobbs I know, I was tricked again.

"Bastard, don't sleep in the middle of the night, is it interesting to come here to mess with me?! If you have extra energy, can't you vent it on your women?!" Hobbs complained loudly in dissatisfaction.

"Don't you think I don't want to?" When he mentioned this, Ron was full of resentment: "Hope has a new female student who is leading her to intensive training for the Olympics. I suspect that the two cake sellers have something to do with drugs." Now, you know what I'm used to, I've never had anything to do with people who did drugs, even my girlfriend Collins went to her big brother's football game with the family."

"I remember, it's the big Mike, he's a star player now, and everyone is saying he's going to make a career in the NFL." Hobbs couldn't help admiring: "You came to my house in the middle of the night, just with me Complaining about your women not being home?"

Ron nodded innocently: "What else could it be?"

"Okay, would you like to have a drink or two?" Hobbs took out a wine bottle and two wine glasses from under the bed, and reluctantly invited Ron.

"My God, is there Doraemon's four-dimensional pocket under your bed? Why is there everything?" Ron jumped into Hobbs' room through the window and lifted the bed board curiously.

In addition to a wine cabinet with several bottles of wine under the bed board, there is a small door.

"You know we are agents. One day we may encounter any danger, so be prepared." Hobbs handed Ron a glass filled with wine: "Toast to you, you did a good job in Brazil a few days ago, and the CIA An arm was cut off by you, V~"

"How many times have I told you that I am not him, but I admit that under her smiling face mask, there must be a handsome face that does not belong to me." Ron clinked glasses with Hobbs, very narcissistic said.

"Don't worry, I didn't mean to pursue it. I just remind you not to show such a big flaw next time. The whole world knows that you like to use all kinds of weird weapons."

Hobbs said indifferently that although the FBI, together with the CIA and the IRS, are known as the three major law enforcement agencies in the United States, their status has never been equal, and they have almost always been at the bottom.

The biggest problem here is money. After all, intelligence work costs money. The IRS itself is part of the Finance Department. Naturally, it is impossible for the Finance Department to deduct his own son's pocket money.

The CIA's expenses are directly spent on military expenses, and even the president has no right to intervene unless it is approved by the Congress. What's more, the CIA's drug business is flourishing everywhere, and occasionally it can even feed back the wallets of some military bosses.

Only the poor FBI, all the funds come from the financial appropriation of the Ministry of Justice, not to mention the small amount of money, and it is often reviewed by the Ministry of Finance for various reasons.

It can be said that he is caught in the middle, a doormat that no one dares to offend.

Ron said unexpectedly: "You seem to be gloating? I thought you would go closer to that side."

"No, if I have to pick a side, I'd rather stand with you, who knows when the grandchildren of the CIA will put a big pot on you, you know? They already handed over the case of the man in the suit to us , What the hell!"

Ron's heart moved, the man in the suit was the nickname given to Reese by the police station, because this guy always wore a neat suit when he was doing business.

If you have time these two days, you can talk to Finch about their being targeted by the FBI. Ron will not be in vain today just for this one.

"Good luck, I heard that guy is very difficult to catch, but maybe you can go to the Los Angeles Police Department and find some officers who are familiar with the case. For example, Officer Carter is good."

Ron touched Hobbs with his wine glass, and with a smile, he offered to recommend the ghost to him.

"I'll think about your suggestion," Hobbs thought for a while, and suddenly asked Ron, "I heard you have a good relationship with Mike from the Secret Service?"

"Of course." Ron nodded: "You seem to have something to say, you might as well just say it straight, it's not your style to hesitate."

"Tell Mike, keep an eye on the president's itinerary recently, I heard that someone is planning to assassinate the president."

Ron shrugged and said easily: "We have so many enemies in the United States, there are people who want to assassinate the president every day, don't worry."

Hobbs drank silently, and after struggling for a while, he finally spoke again: "But this time it's different, you still have to remind them."

"What? Did you get any special news? Who is going to attack the president?"

Hobbs has always been a very straightforward person, and even he would get into trouble. It can be seen that the identity of this assassin is unusual, and Ron began to faintly feel that something was wrong.

"I can't say who it is, but I can tell you that the military industrial group and the security group are planning a big plan. They plan to push a lunatic to the position of president. You may have heard of this person, Charlie Manning, Ron, you absolutely must stop this from happening."

Ron's heart trembled, there was a military industrial group, and there must be a shadow of the military behind that action. Although they didn't say it clearly, the two knew each other well. It may be because of this that Hobbs kept silent about it. Dare to tell Ron, play a curve to save the country.

"Charlie Manning?" Ron recalled the name carefully, and found that he still had an impression: "Is that the Internet celebrity congressman from South Dakota? The idiot who suggested that the whole country hold a purge day every year?"

Ron remembers this person for a reason, because his campaign proposal is very weird. He suggested that one day be selected as a cleaning day every year, and a 12-hour national cleaning will be held after [-] pm. On the streets, crimes and killings that do not bear legal responsibility are used to release the depression and dissatisfaction in the hearts of citizens.

What's even more bizarre is that this kind of brain-dead proposal has actually gained many fans on the Internet. It can only be said that the world is so big that there are no surprises.

"Only in this way can arms be sold better, isn't it?" Hobbs had a sneering smile on his face: "While promoting economic growth through arms sales, it can also make people kill each other, or have money. Human massacre of the poor, and guess what, who can't afford a pistol on purge day? That would kill the people on the dole."

Ron froze for a moment, then smiled and said, "Don't worry, Mike is the one who survived two presidential assassinations, one of which he protected the president with me, you should trust his ability.

Besides, what else can those assassins do to play around?Is it really possible to make such a big battle every time like last time in London?It's not filming, let's cheers!This bottle of whiskey is good, we must finish it today~"

The wine glasses collided again, and the two continued to drink happily. When they drank, a bottle of wine was obviously not enough. Hobbs searched around, and the two of them almost drank all the wine at home. Sleep until the next morning.

However, when they were sleeping, someone was always plotting something restlessly.

"How are you preparing for the operation?"

In a secret office in the Pentagon, a man in a general's uniform asked a person hiding in the shadows next to him.

The man walked out of the shadows and was wearing a white ninja costume. If Ron was here, he would feel very familiar. This was the white ghost he had fought with before.

"Our people have lurked into the South Korean president's guard, and some of them acted as tourists and were active in Washington. When the operation starts, they will immediately gather near the White House."

"But this alone is not enough. You promised to give us more support, otherwise, this little power would not be able to capture the White House."

"Of course I understand, so I have prepared some other programs." The general smiled indifferently: "The pilots you gave us for training have been arranged by me at the military airport north of Washington. After an hour, they will take advantage of it. The guard guarded the slack effort and snatched an AC-130 aerial gunboat to attack Washington's defense forces.

And Washington's anti-aircraft missiles and fighter jets will also become unusable at that time, because of hacking attacks. I mean, do you understand? "

"Understood, you still don't want to take a little risk."

"Of course, the target you want to assassinate, but our president of the United States, if it's not for your price, we really don't want to help you with this." The general sat on the chair and smoked a cigar comfortably: "You really can attack Going to the White House?"

In fact, even if this group of people hadn't been found, he would have looked for someone else to carry out this operation, of course not because he had any lofty ideals or ambitions.

But the arms company simply gave too much!
The money offered by the munitions company was at least 10 times the price offered by this group of mysterious people. Under the power of capital, he could only choose to succumb.

No way, who told him that besides the well-known wife and children, he also had seventeen or eighteen mistresses and illegitimate children to support.

"As long as you can ensure that the planes kill most of the White House's defense forces, we will definitely be able to occupy the White House." White Specter nodded.

"Then, let's start the action." The general grabbed the phone on the table and dialed it.

Fifteen minutes later, at the Chekpee Bay Airport, 15 kilometers away from Washington, an AC-200 aerial gunboat took off, and the tourist bus loaded with Asian passengers stopped at different places near the White House, and the passengers with large bags got off the bus. Walk slowly towards the White House.

Meanwhile, a South Korean diplomatic mission also arrived at the White House.

"Welcome, Mr. Li. I am Link, Deputy Director of the White House Secret Service. Welcome." The deputy director extended his hand to the ambassador very politely.

Mike is on vacation today and he is in charge of everything.

"Thank you." The ambassador shook his hand: "This is my bodyguard and number one expert, Mr. Parker."

The ambassador introduced the people next to him, and the deputy director gave another round of polite greetings, leading the ambassador and his party into the White House.

It took another ten minutes before the White House's air defense radar noticed the AC-130 flying in the sky under the intervention of some people, and immediately sent two F22s to follow it and issued an alarm: "We are the U.S. Air Force. Your starboard wing, you have entered the air traffic control area, now we order you to turn around and leave immediately, turn around immediately! Please answer if you receive it!"

The warning is still repeated, but the pilot in the plane has already pressed the attack mode switch impatiently.Four Gatling cannons protruded from the fuselage on both sides.

Aim at the plane that surrounded him from one left to the other. Before the F22 pilot could react, the aviation guns had already fired.

"Suddenly..."

"Attacked by the other party... Ah! I was shot..."

Before the pilots of the two F22s had time to activate the ejection seats, they had already been sieved in the cabin.

"FXXK!" The aircrew angrily dropped the earphones, however, this was not the end.

The air gunboat drew a gorgeous arc in the air, turned its direction, and flew in the direction of the White House, or his original goal was the guiding route that the White House had just made to confuse the radar.

"There is one of our aerial gunboats over Washington. It went crazy and attacked our own plane! Now he is flying to the White House! What should we do?" The air defense commander habitually looked at the commander-in-chief next to him, and The position was already empty: "FXXK! Where did the commander-in-chief go?!"

"He was called by the Minister of Defense to play golf earlier." The staff next to him said weakly: "What should we do now?"

The deputy commander gritted his teeth: "Start all anti-aircraft missiles! I am in charge!"

In the White House conference room, the Secret Service agent who received the news quickly whispered to the president's ear: "Mr. President, there is a situation, come with me now!"

"Ambassador Li, you also come with us!"

"Wait, this doesn't comply with the regulations..."

The subordinate next to him still wanted to stop him, but the deputy director in charge of the temporary command quickly interrupted him: "We can't repeat the London incident that happened in the United States, quickly take them to the elevator! I'll go there right away."

The Secret Service agents surrounded the president and the South Korean ambassador and quickly moved to the emergency shelter basement of the White House, while the air gunboats had already pointed their guns at the agents who were waiting in full swing in the White House open space.

"Don't worry, it can't do anything to us? We still have anti-aircraft missiles." The old agent patted the newcomer beside him and comforted him.

However, as soon as the words fell, the missile that was about to launch suddenly stopped, and it got stuck at this critical moment!

(End of this chapter)