The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 577 Seeing Aideen Again

"Ron, you're so slow." As soon as Ron entered the library, Riise couldn't help complaining.

It wasn't that Riise was just looking for trouble. Ron was indeed a little too late when he came back. He came back an hour later than the Ian who was brought back.

"But I got a piece of information that you might be interested in from those two stupid thieves, they're hired by a guy named Kip Davis, who is Bruce Wellington's head of security, This is definitely not a coincidence." Ron said happily, throwing two wallets up and down.

"This clue is so useful!" Finch excitedly said, "I'm almost 100% sure that the mastermind of all this is old Mr. Wellington! Wait, Ron, where did you get those two wallets?"

As Finch said, his eyes couldn't help but be attracted by the two bulging wallets in Ron's hands.

"What are you talking about? This is from the two unlucky killers just now. I checked, and they haven't paid a penny of tax since 2005, so I filled out a tax return for them. It’s the labor fee for filling out the forms for them~”

Ron raised the wallet in his hand. Judging from the banknotes exposed from the corner of the wallet, the wallet contained almost all $100 bills. The money, not to mention filling out two forms, was enough to fill out [-] forms. people rushed to do it.

No need to guess, those two unlucky guys must have been forced to volunteer again. Finch never thought that Ron could easily earn extra money while protecting the target.

"Women like me to guess their needs, so I will follow up and study their information, but I promise that I have not broken the law. These things are all told to me directly when I ask them..."

At the long table in the library, Ian was still chattering and trying to explain to Geisel how normal his behavior was. He no longer wanted to hunt for sex, but slipped to another extreme, thinking that he was because of some previous behaviors. Arrested by some special law enforcement agency.

"Haven't you explained it to him?"

Finch shook his head: "I'm waiting for you to come back. If you can bring back some useful information, then we don't have to bother so much. Thank you very much, you didn't let us down."

"OK, then leave it to me," said Ron, who had just made a small sum of money, in a good mood, and took the initiative to take the matter on himself.

Ron walked to the long table, grabbed Ian's chair, and turned to face him: "Mr. Ian, do you know Wellington? He seems to be planning to hire someone to kill you. What did you do to his daughter?" what?"

Following Ron's question, Ian began to tell a bloody and clichéd love story. Simply put, it was a story about a rich girl and a poor boy falling in love, and then the rich matriarch beat the mandarin ducks with a stick.

In the beginning, the two could cope with each other based on their feelings, but then one day, the girl suddenly became pregnant, the hateful capitalist, the father took her to a forced abortion, um, gave the poor boy a check to keep him away from that city .

This also explains why Ian, a poor boy from a poor family, can have such a net worth today.

It's just that after Ian finished telling the story, the disagreement found something different from Mr. Wellington's Twitter account: "Ron, come and see this!"

Ron walked over, and there was a picture of a child on Finch's computer: "Tell me, do you think the same as me?"

"Well, it seems that we know the reason why Mr. Wei Ning wanted to kill Ian," Ron suddenly realized when he saw the boy's eyes and facial contours that were exactly the same as Ian's in the photo.

, at this moment, only Samen is still confused: "Wait, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand?"

"It's very simple. Mr. Wellington lied to Yien and told him that he had an abortion, but in fact, he let his daughter give birth to the child. It may be family genes or other factors that made it difficult for Mr. Wellington to have an offspring. After his daughter died, he had to raise the boy as his heir.

It is not a good thing for an heir to a Fortune 500 company to have a biological father with a different surname from his own. This will increase the risk of property being embezzled. Gentlemen, I think it is time for us to go to New York. "

Ron turned around and said to everyone, but the response he expected did not appear, and he explained to Samn.Why did Mr. Wellington have to kill Ian when the coin-operated telephone in the library rang, and Finch went to pick up the receiver. After listening to the call, his face immediately changed.

"We're leaving for New York, but you can't come with us, Ron."

"Why? This task is about to be completed. Are you telling me that you intend to renege on the debt?" Ron squeezed his fists and made a threatening gesture.Riise immediately reached for his waist nervously, but it was in vain.

"You still want to fight with me, don't you? Come on, you are not my opponent at all." Ron smiled at him, and took out a pistol, which was Riise's.

"No, you misunderstood me," Finch quickly walked between the two and separated them: "Do you still remember that you told me to let me help you arrange the machine to pay attention to your two friends? The machine told me just now I, one of them is in danger, the call just now was for you."

"Did the machine mention the name of the person who was in danger? Ethan? Or Bourne?" Ron asked quickly.

"Ethan, if you act quickly now, you can still catch the plane to London in an hour and a half. The machine told me that he is there. This is the end of your mission. We will take care of the rest here. Don't worry, you won't lose a penny."

Time went back to this morning, Ethan, who had just met Ron, left the alley and immediately boarded the nearest plane to London, where he would meet the IMF's contact person.

Interestingly, as Ron had guessed, the meeting place was really in an old audio store, and the code for the connection was exactly the same as Ron had guessed.

It has to be said that the secret codes of the secret agents are really not tricky. After so many years, they still can't escape the fixed routines of the Cold War period.

"Sorry sir, there is something in the store today, we will close immediately."

Ethan just walked into the audio store, when the lights in the store went dark, a blond clerk came out from behind the counter and said.

"I'll be quick, buy it and leave." Ethan pretended to be looking for a record, unmoved.

"What record are you looking for specifically? Tell me, I'll help you find it, and maybe get me off work sooner."

Ethan's heart moved, this is the agreed code!Could it be this clerk who connected with me?

"I like to listen to less popular ones." Ethan continued to answer according to the code.

Secret codes for secret agents are often not just a single sentence, but a combination of several special words.

After all, if you only rely on one sentence to make a conversation, such as shopping, if you happen to meet a strange buyer, it will be a lot of fun. From the perspective of probability and statistics, this is not impossible.

"Let me guess, you like classical music?"

"No, I like jazz."

"Saxophone? Or piano?"

"No, I prefer bass."

At this point in the conversation, the two finally confirmed each other's identities.The female clerk smiled: "You are so lucky, there is also a collector's edition vinyl record here, if you want to audition, you can go there."

Ethan glanced sideways in the direction of the saleswoman's eyes, and there was an audition room over there.

"Thank you."

As soon as Ethan walked into the audition room, he couldn't wait to press the record on the phonograph, and a magical scene appeared. A technological camera suddenly popped out from the antique phonograph, and quickly scanned Ethan's retina: "Identity confirmation, Good evening, Ethan Hunter, Mr. Hunter."

"The weapons you recovered in Belarus before have been confirmed to be nerve gas. The quantity is enough to destroy a large city. The bodies of all crew members and the plane were found within 24 hours of diversion to Damascus. They were identified as ordinary Albanian separatists."

"It is neither possible to contact nor have the ability to obtain the weapons they transported. This supports your suspicion that a behind-the-scenes organization is actively instigating a rebellion. The intelligence department speculates that this behind-the-scenes organization is Aideen, whom you have been tracking down for more than a year. .”

His deduction was confirmed, and Ethan nodded in satisfaction, but he didn't expect that the next sentence of the mechanically synthesized voice made him feel strange.

"Normally, you and your team would be ordered to infiltrate and disrupt this terrorist network, but we've tried to make sure that doesn't happen because we are Aideen, Mr. Hunter, and now we know who you are ..."

Ethan's face changed drastically. This is not a task issued by the IMF at all!This is a terrorist provoking him, this is a trap!
If this happens, there are only two possibilities. First, the entire CIA has been infiltrated into a sieve by them. They issue orders to themselves by controlling the CIA. Second, the entire underground intelligence network in London may have been exposed. This is the stronghold that was snatched by them.

Either way, it was very bad for him, but before he could think of a countermeasure, the phonograph continued to speak.It's just that the tone of voice has changed from calm and serious to joking and ridiculing.

"Your mission, if you are willing to accept it, is to meet your doomed fate, track us down, you will be caught, resist us and you will be killed, and your baby minister will never admit any of your actions, Good luck Mr Hunter, this message will self-destruct in five seconds."

As soon as the words were finished, a large amount of smoke suddenly spewed out from the ventilation duct under the phonograph. Seeing that the situation was not good, Ethan yanked on the door, but the door didn't move at all. He frantically slammed on the glass window, trying to attract the attention of the blond shop assistant outside.

However, the most unexpected thing happened. A flaxen-haired man with glasses pushed the female shop assistant who had just received him to the door, and put a suppressed pistol on the female shop assistant's head in front of her.

There was a muffled "bang", and the female shop assistant fell limply to the ground.

"No!!!" Ethan roared angrily, smashing the door even harder, even using his knees and elbows, but it still had no effect. Becomes more and more indistinct in the smoke.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that he had come to a strange room at some point, and was handcuffed to a metal pipe with his bare upper body and hands and feet. Ethan tried it, and the handcuffs were very strong.

"Squeak~"

Hearing the movement inside, the big iron door of the room was opened, and a group of men with fierce faces filed in.

Ethan's heart tightened: "Am I going to confess here today?"

Not long after this idea came to Ethan's mind, he immediately put it behind him, because he saw Ron among the men who came in!

At this moment, he was looking serious, carrying a toolbox in his hand, and following behind the man with short blond hair, noticing Ethan's gaze, Ron secretly made a face at him from an angle that others could not notice.

"This wave is stable!" Ethan was ecstatic, but his good agent quality made him suppress these things, and he didn't show a happy expression.

The short-haired man walked up to Ethan and looked him over with displeasure: "I really don't know what the boss likes about you, so he didn't kill you."

"Who is the boss?"

Anyway, with Ron around, Ethan didn't worry about his safety at all, and he even had the leisure to collect information from this man.

However, this short-haired man was not easy to get along with. When he heard the question, he answered it directly. Instead, he punched Ethan heavily in the stomach first.

"Why do you ask me to tell you? Hehe, I really want to see what skills you have to get the attention of the boss."

"What I'm talking about is that the muscles of this little boy look like those trained in the gym. He can't be compared with you at all. Otherwise, I'll help you open his handcuffs and let you show him some color. Brother Open your eyes?"

Ron said flatteringly, bending over and bowing his head in a doggy posture, and the big men around him applauded after saying something, but the short-haired man was discouraged.

"Ahem... He is the only one who deserves to compete with me?" The short-haired man coughed to cover up his embarrassment: "Since you are the torture master sent by the higher-ups, and the higher-ups want to get something from him, then you can do it now." It’s time to start work, just let us see your methods.”

"Of course, it's no problem." Ron agreed to open the toolbox, and the torture equipment was placed on the table, causing everyone to stretch their necks, even the short-haired man just now looked like a bumpkin.

But in order to maintain the face of the boss here, he still put on a serious look: "It turns out that these things are familiar, I am very familiar with them, you know that our agents sometimes do some torture, wait a minute We can talk a little bit more, which one do you plan to start with?"

(End of this chapter)