The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 541 Paris General Mobilization

"Listen, Bourne, we only have one day to deal with your matter. After one day, no matter how your matter is handled, you have to go back with me and solve the Aries matter first."

After Ron contacted Toretto, he said with a serious face that Toretto had followed the clues and found out that he had gone to England. It happened that Deke Shaw's mother, Victoria, was also in the UK. If she was there, Toretto would No matter what, he wouldn't suffer a big loss, but Ron felt that the opponent this time was not easy, so he had to move faster here.

"Of course I want to understand the things here earlier, but I don't have any clues. I don't know where to start. Is there any good way for you?" Bourne said with slightly raised eyebrows.

"Please, change the women's clothes first!" Ron was stunned by his charming attitude: "Are you addicted to wearing women's clothes?!"

"Oh, I've been thinking about things, and I almost forgot about this." Byrne slowly took off his women's clothes, and changed into men's clothes from the cabinet.

"If you just want to solve your problem, it's not that troublesome at all. As long as you show your face under the camera, the people who really want to do something to you will be impatient. I asked someone to check the ones who tracked you in Switzerland." They are just scumbags of the CIA Overseas Operations Department, and killing them will not be a little trouble, at most, the number is so large that it makes people upset."

The CIA Overseas Operations Department, as the name suggests, is a department of the CIA that specializes in making troubles abroad. Although it sounds tall and powerful, if you look at their past achievements, it will make you laugh out loud.

For example, in 18 years, all 638 assassinations of Castro failed. Of course, the most famous one is the Bay of Pigs incident. In 1960, the CIA convened 1500 Cuban exiles with the consent of the newly elected Macedonian Kennedy. The attacker landed on a "hidden" beach in Cuba.

How "secret" is this beach?

As early as many years ago, it has been transformed into a beach bathing place, and tens of thousands of tourists visit it every day. When the CIA's exile corps landed, the visitors were dumbfounded, and the result can be imagined.

This shows how unreliable the CIA's Overseas Operations Department is. In addition, because what they do is too sensitive, their identities are strictly kept secret. Ron will not have any trouble killing a few of them. To be honest, you can also say that you don't know.

Bourne pressed: "Then what? Then how do we kill them? How do I know what happened to me?"

"It's simple. After you show up, they will definitely chase after you. You lead them to a building where explosives are pre-buried, and then you can kill them all with a 'boom'. Finally, we regenerate Take a pan of oil, find one of them who can breathe and put his hand into the pan bit by bit, and he will tell you everything you want to know."

Ron said indifferently. Judging from his tone, it was obviously not the first time he had done this. Bourne was a little relieved, but immediately, he discovered a new problem.

"However, where is our ambush site? Will we be short-handed just by the two of us? Where did we get so many explosives?"

"As far as the location is concerned, choose the thirteenth district. This is a slum that is a headache for everyone. No matter how much noise is made, it will not attract the attention of the local police. As for the manpower... whoever told you, it's just the two of us. gone?"

Ron finished sending the message on his mobile phone, and raised his head proudly: "I told you, we are all big shots, be confident, soon, someone will come with a weapon to help, after being in this circle for so long , I still have some arrangements for this.”

At the same time, as Ron sent out messages one by one, some big figures in Paris also began to hear the news.

The high-cold girl holding the plant looked at the list of weapons sent by the text message and shook her head in annoyance, but still followed the instructions on the list and began to prepare supplies.

The new head of the thirteenth district, Leito, who also received the message, smiled, and immediately ordered his subordinates to vacate the small building that the gang used to sell drugs...

Early the next morning, Ron was woken up by Bury while he was still dreaming: "Wake up, it's time for us to start."

Ron rubbed his sleepy eyes: "No, it's time for you to act, I can still sleep for a while."

"Don't you want to come together? Well, can I borrow your car?"

Ron didn't follow along, so Bourne had to settle for the next best thing. Ron got up, and just when Bourne thought he would go to get the car keys for himself, Ron opened the window, opened his eyes and looked around, Focusing on a white taxi, Ron whistled happily, and a handsome driver came out of the car and waved to him.

"Bourne, let me introduce you, that is Daniel, today he will be your private driver, no matter how you want him to drive, or how outrageous your request is, even if you want the car to fly, he will Help you do it, in a way, he is even faster than another master I know.

However, his asking price has always been relatively high, I suggest you better prepare some money. "

"Well, wish me luck, so that he can successfully take me to escape to the place you arranged." Bourne said with a little doubt, chatting with Ron in the middle of the night last night, after the mission he performed before, he now Already getting used to Ron's slightly exaggerated way of speaking.

For example, stories such as encountering a mechanical transformation person in a mission, driving into a nuclear submarine, and a map of a large treasure house on the back of the Declaration of Independence sound almost like science fiction.

But even though he likes to brag, Bourne has to admit that Ron still has some strength. The drivers he originally recognized, even if they are not as exaggerated as Ron said, are at least pretty good, right?
The taxi just stopped at a place that could be photographed by the camera. Byrne went downstairs and deliberately turned around in front of the camera a few times before walking to the taxi, opened the door and sat on it.

"Hello, Daniel, I'm Ron's friend, he said you can meet all my requirements, is that true?"

"It depends on whether the banknotes you carry are thick enough? Ron said that you get what you pay for, and I have never been stingy in providing better services to generous customers." Daniel made a gesture of rubbing money with his fingers Said.

"Are these enough?" Byrne handed over [-] euro bills.

"Then you will receive supreme service," Daniel happily put the banknotes into the glove box: "Even God can't take you away from this city today, I said, tell me, where do you want to go ?”

"District 13, Building B11, can we leave now?" Several figures looking around at pedestrians on Bourne Conditional Street immediately urged.

"Don't worry, you came just in time, I'm planning to experiment with something new." Daniel pressed a few buttons on the center console while nibbling a sandwich in a leisurely manner. The pillar is raised.

, the trunk opens automatically, a professional racing-level rear spoiler pops up, and the front of the car also pops up a sports surround that is worth a lot of money at first glance, and even the angles of the four tires are slightly changed.

"Hurry up, they're coming!"

Not only the front, Bourne saw home in the rearview mirror.At the other end, a few sneaky figures appeared, and together with the people in front, they surrounded the taxi bit by bit.

Daniel still ate the last bite of the sandwich unhurriedly: "OK, let's go now, I'll play some music, don't you mind?"

While speaking, Daniel lightly stepped on the accelerator a few times, and the huge roar of the engine made Bourne feel a little relieved.

"I don't mind, can I go?"

"No problem, let's go!" Daniel pressed the button, the hydraulic support retracted, and the taxi was put back on the ground. Before Bourne could sit still, the taxi shot out like an arrow.

The huge push back made Bourne stick to the seat in an instant.

"Be careful with the car!" Byrne looked at the car in front of him and reminded loudly. Before she finished speaking, Daniel turned the steering wheel lightly, and the taxi passed the car that Byrne reminded and continued to drive forward quickly.

Daniel easily dealt with the countless speeding backward vehicles, and was even in the mood to chat with Bourne: "You are lucky today. There are few cars on the streets of Paris in winter, which is very suitable for sightseeing in the city."

"Really? I'm so lucky." Burns said, grabbing the handle next to him. Ron was right, this guy drove much wilder than Ron.

However, even so, they still failed to get rid of the CIA's tracking, as if they had been prepared for their speed. The CIA agents had already deployed manpower at different intersections by virtue of their superiority in numbers. There are new vehicles to replace the ones they have left far behind, and continue to track them.

Daniel turned his head and said, "Please fasten your seat belt, I'm going to shift to third gear."

"No problem, wait! Third gear? What gear is it now?" Bourne looked at the speed of 120 kilometers per hour on the dashboard, feeling that his common sense was being challenged.

"Does it need to be said? Of course it is the second gear."

Daniel said it as a matter of course, and Bourne didn't speak anymore. He was frantically fastening his seat belt. In the constantly shaking car, wearing a seat belt is a technical job.

And in this process, the speed of the taxi went up to a new level. Bourne had already seen a toll booth-like building in front of him. In just a short while, they had already driven out of the city.

"Do you have any change with you?"

"No." Byrne shook his head.

"Me neither." Daniel shook his head in disappointment, and stepped on the gas pedal a little deeper.

"Woo~" The taxi passed through the toll booth quickly, and the strong airflow formed between the car and the building even swept away the clothes of a lady standing at the toll booth.

"Ah!!!" The lady screamed, grateful for the spring light that was covering her body tightly.

"Damn, how many kilometers per hour are we going now? It looks like it's definitely not as simple as 200!" Bourne looked at the dashboard, and questioned the speedometer with the pointer turned to the limit.

"Maybe they will tell you." Daniel casually pointed to the traffic police who were speeding along the roadside, and continued to drive along the avenue without slowing down.

"302 kilometers! It's that guy again!" The traffic police took out the walkie-talkie: "Attention all units, the white devil has appeared again! Secret weapon is dispatched!"

On the road not far in front of the taxi, two modified police sports cars rushed out, biting the tail of the taxi and chasing after it.

"Is this a police car too? When did police cars start using this high-end sports car?"

"No, those are my friends. We are all famous race car drivers around here." Daniel said, when the phone rang, he made a move that made Byrne break out in cold sweat. At such a high speed, Still looking at the phone!

"But we can't play anymore, Ron is waiting impatiently, hurry up!"

Daniel pressed another button, and the taillights at the back of the taxi were suddenly retracted, revealing the uniquely shaped exhaust pipes. Once the light blue flames spewed out, the speed of the taxi increased sharply again, and immediately followed The police car behind opened the distance, even if Bourne was prepared, he would inevitably hit his head on the pillow.

"Is this liquid nitrogen acceleration?"

"No, a friend runs a bar, which uses ouzo as a raw material. If you are interested, I can give you the address, and you can find him yourself."

"Thank you, you are so kind!" Byrne said, the taxi had passed through the tunnel, just paralleled with the high-speed rail next to it, and passed quickly. Byrne looked at this scene in shock: "That's a bullet Is it a train?"

"Yes, this train is not bad. It passes very fast. Press it. It's almost boring when you walk in a straight line." Daniel replied casually, and he was used to it.

But Bourne was not, and couldn't help crying out: "My God!"

There was no reference object just now, so it was difficult to compare, but now there is.

The speed of bullet trains in France is 320 kilometers per hour. Judging from their overtaking speed, their board and lodging now have to travel more than 400 kilometers.

After crossing the short straight road, the taxi plunged into a nearby slum.

"Chi~" The taxi tires were smoking white smoke and stopped in front of a small dilapidated building. When you turned around, Bourne was panting heavily.

"You are awesome. Generally speaking, every time you stop, no passenger can hold back and vomit in the bag, except for Ron, you are the second."

"Thank you for the compliment." Bourne replied with a pale face. At this moment, he was unwilling to say a word, for fear that he could not help but spit it out, which would invalidate Daniel's praise just now.

And Ron was already waiting at the entrance of the small building, opened the car door with a smile, and helped Bourne down: "How is it? How is the scenery in Paris? I specifically confessed that Daniel took you around the streets of Paris."

"It's too fast, I didn't see anything," Bourne said with a golden face, "You shouldn't let me ride in this car, I have no strength now."

"You don't need to be strong, just be a good bait." Ron said goodbye to Daniel, and the brave Bourne walked into the small building: "The windows here are equipped with infrared trigger bombs, and Matilda is on the opposite side. Upstairs is holding a sniper rifle to watch here, Leto and Officer Damian are on the roof to provide support at any time, you just need to be a good bait, for you, I called all my friends in Paris."

(End of this chapter)