The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 578 Counterattack Plan
"How about starting with this?" Ron pulled a hammer out of the toolbox.

An hour ago, with the support of Finch's powerful intelligence capabilities, Ron's plane had just landed. Don't immediately find the torture master who was about to go to the base to assist in the interrogation. He used Li Daitao's stiff trick.

"That's a good idea, I know this, you plan to use a hammer to smash its bones bit by bit to extract information, right? I'm starting to like you." There was a cruel smile on the short-haired man's face.

Ron also smiled and said: "Of course, I like you too, especially the way your brains are splashing."

"Brains? What do you mean?" The short-haired man was still puzzled, but Ron's hammer had already hit his head.

"That's what I mean!"

"Boom!"

The hammer came into contact with the head heavily, and the short-haired man was hit with starry eyes. Ron boasted that he didn't smash the short-haired man's brains, but his head was broken, but even so, it was still difficult for ordinary people to resist. The short-haired man was knocked to his knees by the sudden blow.

"What are you going to do?"

The short-haired man next to him was shocked, and Ron didn't do anything else, he swung the hammer hard, and the hammer spun a few times in the air, hitting the jaw of the man who was speaking hard.

"Do you still need to ask? Of course I will kill you!" Ron said, without waiting for this, his subordinates rushed forward, quickly took out a glass bottle from the toolbox and threw it on the ground. For a while, the pungent smoke Jumping up, the subordinates retreated one after another.

But Ron unhurriedly took out two gas masks and put them on his and Ethan's faces, and chopped off Ethan's handcuffs and anklets with an axe. Before Ethan had time to say thank you, the ax had already been chopped off. Into the head of a minion who had just rushed into the smoke.

"What are you going to do?"

The short-haired man next to him was shocked, and Ron didn't do anything else, he swung the hammer hard, and the hammer spun a few times in the air, hitting the jaw of the man who was speaking hard.

"Do you still need to ask? Of course I will kill you!" Ron said, without waiting for this, his subordinates rushed forward, quickly took out a glass bottle from the toolbox and threw it on the ground. For a while, the pungent smoke Jumping up, the subordinates retreated one after another.

But Ron calmly took out two gas masks and put them on his and Ethan's faces, and chopped off Ethan's handcuffs and anklets with an axe. The men who rushed into the smoke split their heads.

"Hey~ It's disgusting."

While complaining, Ron kicked his hand in the stomach, and rubbed against a piece of fabric next to him in disgust. Turning around, he just met Ethan's sad eyes: "This is my clothes."

"I know, I didn't say I want your clothes." Ron swung his ax to kill another one, grabbed the clothes on the table and threw them on Ethan: "Put them on quickly! I don't want to see your big clothes shaking when you run away." pecs!"

Ron kicked away a subordinate who just got up from the smoke, inserted the handle of the ax into the crack of another large iron door, and pushed hard, and the iron door was pushed open.

"Come on, let's go this way! There is not much time to lose, there are people outside."

Behind the iron gate is a small road similar to a sewer. The ground is wet everywhere and exudes an unpleasant stench, but Ethan has no time to mind this. Hearing Ron's call, he immediately followed the direction of his finger and plunged into it. .

"Goodbye, bastards~" When Ethan walked into the passage, Roenrick took out two grenades from the portable space, unplugged them, threw them into the room, turned around and entered the passage, and closed the door.

"boom!"

The shock wave of the explosion hit a bulge on the iron door, and Ethan turned around in doubt: "You even brought the bomb in?"

"How is it possible? So many people are staring, where am I hiding? In the chrysanthemum?" Ron rolled his eyes: "That's what I got out of them just now, you know, I'm good at stealing things."

Speaking of which, Ron raised the belt in Ethan's hand, and Ethan lowered his head. His own belt had already disappeared, and he didn't notice it at all.

After running for about two kilometers along the passage, they finally found a ladder leading to the top, pushed the iron cover on the top of the head, and the streets of London were outside. They were indeed in the sewer just now.

"Thank you for saving me, Ron, but just send me here. You don't know how dangerous your opponent is this time. I don't want to involve you."

"Who said I came here specially to save you?" Ron turned his face away, and blurted out his denial: "I also followed Aideen's information, so why do you think I lurked among them? of?"

"Well, if you don't worry about being implicated, then follow along," Ethan spread his hands helplessly: "Now that the entire British intelligence system has been destroyed, we won't get any support, not even me. Do you know where to go, and do you have any acquaintances in London?"

"If it's in other places, there really isn't one, but in London..." Ron glanced at the familiar streets in front of him, and his eyes were unconsciously attracted by the street signs.

"Baker Street, here, I just happen to know an interesting guy, I think he will be happy to take us for a night."

When Ron and Ethan finally entered the door under Holmes' disgusting gaze, in the Pentagon in Washington, USA, the discussion on whether to ban the CIA's secret agency IMF reached a heated stage.

"Dear Mr. Chairman, the violations of the IMF can be traced back to when I first joined the CIA. At that time, the IMF broke into the CIA and borrowed a list of undercover agents. Recently, they even started the Russian nuclear bomb!" A CIA representative stood up and began to accuse the IMF of crimes.

"Let me correct it, it was to dismantle the nuclear bomb. A nuclear bomb that was cut off by terrorists and fired codes was successfully disarmed with the efforts of IMF agents, allowing our country to successfully avoid a war." The IMF's The minister also stood up and argued hard.

"But how did I hear that you were rescued by the IRS after the IMF messed up things?" The CIA representative showed a playful smile on his face: "It's the very famous Ron from the IRS, even that explosive maniac can kill you at a critical moment." Try to turn the tide and prevent an impending war, but what about you IMF? You can hardly see any use other than spending a lot of money and stabbing people everywhere."

This is heartbreaking, but at least half of the content is true, and the untrue part, due to the level of confidentiality, even the chairman of the meeting who presided over the meeting is not qualified to listen, so the IMF minister can only be questioned by this question I was speechless.

Satisfied, the CIA representative turned to the rostrum, and with a smug smile on his face, he said his final conclusion: "Mr. Chairman, this so-called Impossible Task Force is not only a rogue organization, but also an outdated organization. A politically opaque and A product of an era of unfavorable regulation, it is time to dismantle the IMF panel."

The head of the IMF was in a hurry and got up unwillingly to defend himself, but the chairman had already dropped the hammer: "Calm down!"

"The Pentagon is well aware of the contribution of the IMF team to world peace over the years, but what the CIA representative stated is also true. Therefore, I announce the dissolution of the IMF team from today. Well, the meeting is over."

The hammer of the final judgment fell, and the IMF minister was struck by lightning. Just as he walked out of the meeting room in a daze, the mobile phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

"Report to the headquarters. The local intelligence agency in London has been destroyed, and the intelligence personnel have also been killed. Please evacuate." It was Ethan's voice on the phone.

"What?" The minister was immediately shocked by the shocking news: "Do you have any clues?"

"A face, I can draw it for you, he personally killed our intelligence officers in our intelligence agency, but very strangely didn't kill me just knocked me out, my previous guess was right, Aideen There really is, and they know who we are and how we work!

Even when I woke up, I saw an agent who was supposed to be dead for three years, Yannick Winter, nicknamed the orthopedic surgeon!Now I finally understand why it is so difficult to track them down, because they are our people!They know everything about us!We now need to do our best to collect the list of those agents who have been declared dead and missing. Some of these people must have joined Aideen. "

"Sorry, I can't do it now." The minister said disappointedly.

Ethan faintly felt something was wrong: "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

"The Commission just took us down, all operations were handed over to the CIA, and I'm now under orders to recall everyone."

Ethan hung up the phone uncomfortably, turned around, and just met Ron's half-smile smile: "I guess the unlucky one you worked for urged the team to disband, right?"

"You already know?"

"I'm sorry, I heard your call, but even if I didn't hear it, I can guess it." Ron took out a bottle of whiskey stolen from the wine cabinet of Sherlock Holmes's house, and poured a glass for Ethan: "The recent situation is very serious. Something is wrong, the Anonymous of Nsa disappeared, and the heads of CIA and FBI were replaced at the same time. Anyone who is not blind can see that something is going to happen recently. According to the information I collected, all the clues point to that organization called Aideen. I feel like they've been lurking inside us, everywhere."

If all the current intelligence in the United States is combined to form an intelligence organization called S.H.I.E.L.D., then Aideen is like the Hydra in Marvel comics. Although there is no entity, no matter how hard you search, you can't find it. To, but in fact, it has long been lurking in every corner, omnipresent.

"I know, that's why I don't plan to go back to accept the leadership of the CIA, but now we have no logistical support, and everything has become difficult." Ethan drank the whiskey and said disappointedly.

"Correct me, you just lost the IMF's logistical support, not mine. You just said you could kill that guy from your intelligence personnel, right?"

"That's right, can you find him?" Ethan's eyes regained light.

"Of course, the premise is that you draw it in a fine enough detail that it's hard to distinguish it from the photo." Ron said, taking a pen and paper from the desk and handing it to Ethan.

After 30 minutes, an extremely realistic sketch portrait was sent to the computer in the abandoned library in Los Angeles, and then, under the manipulation of the top computer genius Finch, the portrait was turned into a photo, which was sent to the sky eye system, and it was connected with all the cameras in the world. The network is connected, and the coordinate information of several similar people obtained through face comparison is sent back to Ron's mobile phone in real time.

Ron showed the photos to Ethan one by one.

"This one's not, this one's not, this one's eyes are too small, and it's not, this..." Ethan stopped suddenly when he saw a photo of a man with glasses: "That's the guy! He's the one who killed me The person who sent me to the underground room in a daze! Absolutely right!"

"OK, let me see, hehe~ This guy has more than 100 identity information corresponding to him. He is not an ordinary person. Three hours ago, when you were in a coma, he used one of his identities to get on the plane and fly to Vienna, Austria, and then used another identity to buy a ticket to the Golden Hall, the opera "Turandot" tonight, if he doesn't have other plans, he is quite a tasteful guy."

Ron looked at the information on the phone and joked with a smile. Ethan was full of surprise: "I didn't know you still watch opera?"

"It's not often, but at least Turandot knows it, especially the last part, No one sleeps tonight, it's a classic among classics, Nessun dorma! Nessun dorma! Tu pure, o Principessa, nella tua fredda stanza..."

As Ron spoke, he even started singing, so Ethan had to spend four difficult hours in Ron's half-baked opera singing, and came to Vienna, the capital of Austria.

"Enough, Ron! Really enough! Can you stop singing?" Ethan covered his ears frantically: "I admit that your voice is really good for pop music, but opera is really not you If you really want to get involved with high art, you can try painting, I beg you, okay?"

"Cut, you have no taste." Ron stopped his singing and straightened his collar.

On the glass curtain wall at the entrance of the opera house, two middle-aged gentlemen in jealous clothes are reflected. Even after changing their appearance, with their own appearance, they still attract the attention of the ladies who came to the concert next to them.

It’s just that unlike the enthusiastic and bold way of American girls asking for phone numbers directly, these European ladies are more accustomed to expressing in a subtle way, such as writing the phone number on a silk handkerchief and asking the servant to pass it over.

In just 10 minutes, the two each received no less than ten handkerchiefs.

"But this is Vienna. Are you really sure you want me to engage in art? God knows what I will do if I fail in the Academy of Fine Arts?"

(End of this chapter)