The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 588 Wedding and Running Around

Speaking of DVD, Ron thought of the DVD Toretto who once robbed a warehouse with a speeding car, and couldn't help a smile from the corner of his mouth.

That wise man once said that if there were no second-hand dealers to buy those DVDs, he would still want to hoard them and wait for them to appreciate later. Fortunately, as soon as he ran away, Ron disposed of all his "appreciable" investments up.

"Ron, have you thought of a new way to cheat money?" Sheldon asked immediately when he saw Ron's smile.

"No, I just thought of happy things. The only way I know has already taught you, or you can try to earn some money yourself," Ron said, leaning on the back of the chair indifferently, shaking his body : "If you are willing to sit in that kind of venting room and let others take the ball and throw it away, you will definitely make a lot of money."

"Absolutely, 40 dollars a time. There are people in the school who are willing to play. If I can throw you a DVD player, I'm willing to pay [-] dollars." Howard echoed.

Sheldon was so angry that he rolled his eyes wildly, but he had nothing to do with the group of friends who laughed at him. He could only leave the apartment angrily, and continued to think about his great business of defrauding funds.

However, less than 10 minutes after Sheldon left the apartment, all social media began to be flooded with a heavy message at the same time.

"Oh my God, our mobile phone and personal information have been monitored by the US government all the time! It's really scary! Ron." Raj looked at the news on the phone in surprise, and pushed Ron's arm.

Ron frowned, and he showed an unusual taste from Raj's words: "I remember that there was such a news a few days ago? You didn't know it, did you?"

"Of course not, it's just that the previous rumor was maliciously slandered by the Russian media, but this time it's different. You see, it was exposed by a French reporter who risked his life. He also claimed that there was an even bigger story. The government has carefully operated a secret plan for many years, the Black Rose Project, and he also mentioned a story about an agent named Jason Bourne who once worked for this plan, Ron, you are also an agent, do you think this revelation is credible?"

As Raj said, he handed the phone to Ron, and Ron recognized Bourne's familiar face at a glance.

"Of course it is credible. In fact, as early as many years ago, the U.S. government had arranged for people to develop a program for comprehensive monitoring of all network information. I'm interested in the movie, at most I think it's good, I can make a copy myself." Ron glanced at Raj and Howard who looked nervous and said:

"But this reminds me, it seems that someone needs my help, guys, Sheldon's wedding is up to you, and I need to go to Europe now."

Ron clearly remembered that the project that Bourne participated in before was clearly called the Stumbling Block Project, but now it was given a strange name called Black Rose.

Based on the previous information, Ron didn't feel that they made a mistake at all, and probably just changed the name of the original plan.

Then, a bigger problem followed. The renaming of the stumbling block project must have happened recently. Who did this reporter get the news from?
Ron was keenly aware of a hint of conspiracy. Either this was a bait they were planning to trap Bourne, or the conscience of the people in the CIA found out that they were preparing to rebel. No matter which one, Ron felt that it was very necessary for him to participate. .

The former can help your friends, while the latter can add to the organization you hate the most.

In Paris, France, the busy Daily Veritas newspaper office, which was the first French media to expose the Prism Gate incident, stood in front of the editor-in-chief at the moment, his most capable officer, the reporter Simon who reported the incident and received a lot of attention rose.

"Hasn't your informant told you all about the Black Rose plan? You know, if we can make a headline together, we will become the most popular newspaper in Europe!"

"I know, but my informant didn't say anything. He was still hesitating. I think he might be scared." Rose said wearily.

The editor-in-chief was puzzled: "What is he afraid of?"

"Black Rose, they are the executors of the mysterious plan we are going to expose. Although my informant didn't say it clearly, I guess they are probably the most powerful intelligence agency in the world, the CIA..."

Before Ross finished speaking, he was interrupted by a colleague who suddenly pushed the door in: "Ross, I have your phone number. I don't know why you called me."

"Okay, I see. I'm going to answer a call. I will definitely follow up on this news, editor-in-chief."

The editor-in-chief waved his hand helplessly, signaling him to go and do his own work. Ron followed his colleagues out of the editor-in-chief's office, came to his desk and picked up the phone: "Hello, Simon Rose here, who are you?"

The deep voice on the phone said quickly and succinctly: "I read the article you posted in the newspaper. I am the Jason Bourne in your story. I will come by myself in 30 minutes from the south exit of Waterloo Station."

After finishing a simple sentence, the other party immediately hung up the phone. The whole process did not exceed 15 seconds. When Ross dialed the phone again, no one answered.

This is likely to be a joke. In Ross's not-so-short career as a reporter, he has encountered this situation several times, but if it is true, Ross understands that once he misses this time, when he wants to run into this kind of important clue Intelligence personnel are as difficult as ever.

After struggling for a minute, he decided to take the risk, took his interview backpack, walked out of the office, went to the street and hailed a taxi.

However, what he didn't know was that all his actions, except for the phone call that the mysterious man made just now, were all strictly watched by the CIA.

And the only exception just now was because the call time was too short, and it was a landline call to his colleague's station, which was not within the scope of the CIA's pre-monitoring. It can be said to be a perfect example of exploiting the loopholes of the CIA's action thinking And the instigator of this call was naturally Bourne, who was very familiar with the CIA.

Just when Rose started to act, Bourne had already arrived at the station first. He didn't come out in a hurry. Instead, he went around the station. After familiarizing himself with the terrain, he found a digital store and bought the cheapest mobile phone.

Then he turned on the wait-and-see mode until the target he was waiting for appeared, and then Bourne pretended to be a pedestrian, mixed in the crowd, and when he met Rose, he stuffed the mobile phone he just bought into his pocket, and then came to Make phone calls in secluded places.

"Hello?" Rose took out the unfamiliar mobile phone from his pocket in confusion.

"Listen carefully, now do as I say."

"what happened?"

"On your left, at 12 o'clock, on the opposite side, it sounds like a silver Chrysler station wagon, someone is watching you, right in front of you, at [-] o'clock on the opposite side, there is a man watching you with a camera next to the column on the second floor , you are now in the net of the CIA, and you can only avoid them by listening to me."

Bourne put on a Bluetooth headset, and while talking, he moved along the blind spot of the camera, guiding Ross to take action. Under his precise scheduling, the inexperienced Ross, like a professional agent, precisely avoided one after another. A surveillance officer came to a man with a mask, pretended to talk to him, and then took advantage of the opportunity of the arrival of the bus to pretend to get on the bus, and then mixed in the flow of people getting off the bus, out of sight of the agents .

All these actions made Arthur, who had been on the sidelines, couldn't help clapping his hands and applauding: "It's great, it's really great, I haven't seen such an outstanding agent genius for a long time, he is simply a master of anti-tracking , even a novice can play around with the CIA's trash under his command, he really deserves to be a good friend of the boss."

"Of course, his nickname is Untraceable, and he is a real master in anti-tracing," Ron nodded proudly and said, "But people from the CIA can't be useless forever. You are ready to act at any time, Arthur, once I specifically allowed you to kill people whenever you want, regardless of any reason."

"Understood, Boss, I have been displeased with those pretentious CIA agents for a long time."

Ron and Arthur were standing on the flyover next to the station, overlooking everything in the station from a high position. While they were chatting, the CIA personnel had already started to take action and quickly arrested the man in the hood that Rose had just pretended to talk to. .

Because of Rose's previous actions, he was misunderstood by the CIA as someone who was going to join Rose, but they immediately realized their mistake.

The CIA agent who lost his target scattered his people around again and began to expand the search area. Rose, who had already talked to Bourne at the gate of the book, felt nervous. Just now Bourne warned him that the CIA people might send someone to kill him. Now he Everyone looks like a killer sent by the CIA.

Under the tension, even the action of the cleaner taking tools out of the cleaning cart was taken by him as if he was about to pull out a gun to kill him, so he fled in fright. Byrne shouted his name one after another, but failed to stop her Unwarranted panic moves.

And this kind of panic did not bring her the slightest benefit. After fleeing in a hurry, the inexperienced he fled directly to the killer gun arranged by the CIA.

"Bang!" With a clear gunshot, a blood hole appeared in my head, and I fell to the ground.

"FXXK! What the hell!" Byrne clenched the pistol in his pocket. Before he had time to ask the reporter for information about the reporter's informant, he had already been killed by the CIA. The clues she had finally traced were here. Broken again.

What's even more disgusting is that now the CIA agents have surrounded the station. Judging from the marksmanship that killed the reporter just now, there are very powerful experts among them. It seems a bit troublesome to get out today.

Just as Bourne was worrying about how to get away, he was suddenly patted on the shoulder, and Bourne immediately took a big step forward reflexively. Just as he was about to pull out his pistol and turn around, the hand that had been holding the gun was caught by someone. Holding it still, a familiar voice sounded in his ear:

"It seems that you need help, Bourne. I didn't expect you to be caught by the CIA again after we separated for such a short time. Should it be said that you have bad luck? Or are you looking for a dead end?"

"Ron?!" Bourne turned around in surprise and hugged Ron: "Why are you here?"

"It's the same as your reason for appearing here. When I saw your news in the newspaper, I guessed that you would definitely come to find this reporter, and it turned out that I was right."

Do you need to run away now?brother.

"Of course, follow my way this time?" Byrne asked tentatively.

"No, it's too boring to run away in the same way. It's time for us to change to a new way. Here, take this." Ron handed a small bag to Bourne, and Bourne habitually Squeezing it tightly, there was a pistol inside. He also had a pistol on his body, and looked at Ron puzzled.

"Glock 23, a special gun for the CIA, just got it from those unlucky guys." Ron pointed to the direction of the station where they just came out, and continued to explain: "Maybe you don't know, today this station is not only you In addition, a very interesting and important person happened to come, guess what would happen if he was shot by a bullet from the CIA at the station today?"

"It's a good idea, but how do we convince the people around that big shot that the bullet came from the CIA's muzzle?"

"Just let them catch a CIA hapless guy on the spot. You have to believe that even the outdated methods of Russian agents can get the information they want from the CIA's softie."

When Ron spoke, he had a trademark smirk on his face, which made Bourne shudder reflexively, but fortunately, it was the CIA agents who suffered for me once.

"All the teams at Waterloo Station are now conducting a comprehensive search. Several nearby cameras have not captured Bourne. Bourne must still be near the station now, and we can definitely catch him here!"

"Group A, Group B, keep an eye on the two exits of the station, Group C look at the dead bus station, and the other groups enter the station to search."

, One order after another was conveyed to the earphones of the CIA action team, and they immediately took action.

At the same time, on the newly arrived train, Russian Energy Minister Zheng, who had just visited France, got off the carriage under the protection of his bodyguards. Just after stretching, he was pushed to the ground by the strong bodyguards following him: "Be careful! Your Excellency Minister!"

The Minister of Energy fell to the ground, and before he could rub his bruised knee, I saw two men in hoods rush up to him and aim their pistols at him.

"Bang bang bang..." Before the bodyguard had time to react, the two hooded men quickly fired a string of bullets, and the ground in front of the minister was riddled with holes.

"Damn! Missed!" One of the hooded men threw the empty pistol over in annoyance, pulled up his companion and ran away immediately.

"Assassination failed, Group A retreats first, and Group B covers! Wait, where are your helmets? Put on your helmets!"

While talking, the man in the hood threw a hood of the same style as he was wearing to a few CIA agents in suits who were still dazed beside him.

(End of this chapter)