The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 590 Invasion of CIA
Nicole stretched out her hands, but didn't hold Ron's hand that was stretched in mid-air. Instead, she turned her head and hugged Bourne.This time he didn't need to say anything, Ron had the answer to all his weird behaviors before.

"So you're Bourne's ex-girlfriend, right? Bourne, do you still remember?"

Facing Ron's inquiry, Bourne shook his head in pain. Nicole looked at him full of nostalgia and reluctance. With Ron's superhuman perception, he felt that there was a high probability that this matter was true.

After all, no one would risk being chased by the CIA to help a defected agent continue to escape.

"The CIA support team is coming soon, you can't stay here for long, you have to run away immediately, drive my car!" Nicole suggested again, handing over her car keys.

Bourne took the key without the slightest hesitation: "We can leave now, but I have to figure out what exactly is Daniels' plan to expose to reporters?"

"Then you need to find Daniels first, but before you came, he had already escaped. The operation team sent this time is to catch you and kill him. There are many of them, and you can't fight them." Yes." Bourne's ex-girlfriend said worriedly.

"Even so, I have to find him, retrieve my memory, and then expose the stumbling block plan, which is your plan to change your name to Black Rose."

Bourne looked at Ron firmly. When he searched the house just now and saw the photo of Daniels, a memory of being trained by Daniels in the past rushed into his mind. He keenly felt that the key to his memory recovery was this black man. Rose Project.

Following Bourne's gaze, Nicole also looked at Ron with helpless eyes, which obviously meant that Ron was going to persuade Bourne, but Ron spread his hands: "I think you are unnecessary , if your goal is only to get the content of this plan and retrieve your memory, why waste your time looking for a former CIA agent who doesn't know which third world country he took refuge in?"

"But if I don't look for him, where else can I find out the details of this plan?"

"How about the CIA's Langley headquarters? It's there. Not only can you get all the contents of the Black Rose project, but even the original files of the project, and even if you want to do something else, it's fine."

"How is it possible..." Nicole exclaimed. Just as she was about to argue with Ron, the second CIA car downstairs had arrived, so they could only temporarily evacuate from this place.

When they drove Nicole's car all the way to the river, they finally stopped at a place more than 20 kilometers away from Daniels.

"Nothing is impossible in this world. Even the CIA headquarters is not solid. Even within your CIA, everyone has their own little thoughts. I even heard that people in various departments of the CIA don't even know each other. Don't know, do you?"

Nicole nodded awkwardly, this is almost an open secret in the CIA, there is no need to hide it.

"So you plan to use the fact that the CIA does not know each other to sneak into their headquarters? But now I am a wanted criminal of the CIA, and all of them will recognize my face." Bourne said worriedly.

"Yes, that's right, but no one said that you can only use this face, right?" Ron patted the astonished Bourne on the shoulder: "I guess they only train you to be a killer, but rarely Taught you high-tech knowledge that has nothing to do with killing people, right?"

Bourne nodded embarrassingly. In fact, apart from his innate talent in anti-tracking, the CIA, apart from killing people, did not teach her anything else, even if it was training him to anti-track , It was also training for him to evacuate better after the murder. Unexpectedly, this became an important weight for Bourne to escape from their control.

"Well, in your CIA, the IMF team that Ethan is in, they have a machine that can customize a fake human skin mask with a hanger, let's stun a CIA agent who is about your size, and then make a mask for you Put on her human skin mask, you use his identity to sneak in..."

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"I see, thank you General, but you don't have to be too obvious, and it's not good to let the CIA people catch it, as long as you arrive a little later after receiving the CIA's support call...Okay, thank you General."

Two days later, in the small alley near the CIA Langley headquarters in Virginia, USA, Ron happily hung up the phone: "Okay, everything is settled."

Behind him, next to the unconscious CIA agent lying on the ground, Bourne said with a look of surprise: "I didn't expect you to even know the senior officers of the Pentagon. What's even more amazing is that they actually agreed to your request. It's obvious that the CIA It's one of their own, how did you do it?"

"As I said before, the CIA is not monolithic, and their ugly appearance has offended many people," Ron shrugged. "As for the senior military officers, I have always had a relationship with them." That's right, I have a good friend Yuri, she helped these generals dispose of a lot of second-hand equipment, and sold it at the price of scrap iron from the military account, and then these new weapons will be sold at a slightly lower price to African warlords, and most of the difference goes back to the generals, while my dear friend makes only a fraction of the money."

Ron blinked his eyes and showed an expression that you understand. Beside him, a 3D printer that had been running all the time finally stopped working, and the cover opened automatically, revealing a human skin mask inside that was exactly the same as the unconscious agent on the ground.

This machine was borrowed by Ron from Ethan. Ron took out the mask and put it on Bourne's head. After carefully gluing the gap, it looked no different from the unlucky guy on the ground. Ron took out another mask and put it on himself.

"Remember his password?"

Byrne nodded.

"Then, let's go." Ron recalled the topographic map Nicole had drawn for him for the last time in his mind, turned around the street corner, and walked towards the CIA headquarters building.

After verifying the instructions at the door, Bourne and the others walked into the CIA with almost no obstacles along the way.

Because of the cooperation with other tasks, Ron has been to this headquarters building countless times, and he is very familiar with it. Bourne felt a little strange at first, but as the familiar scenes in front of him came into Bourne's eyes one by one, The memory dormant in his mind also began to slowly recover.

At the beginning, Ron was still walking in front, but as he walked, Bourne was in front, and Ron was following behind. Ron smiled knowingly and did not speak.

As Ron and the others successfully infiltrated, Finch also began to act to hack into the CIA's network, taking over all surveillance cameras in the CIA headquarters building.

In the monitoring room, wherever Ron and the others walked, they were replaced by boring circular shots, and nothing abnormal could be seen. Even Ron erected a maintenance signboard prohibiting entry at the entrance of the Black Rose Project Operations Department, monitoring The agents in the room didn't feel the slightest, because the cameras here were also replaced by looping images.

"I know! Bourne must be in Morocco now! According to the latest information, Daniels is in Morocco now. You should immediately send killers to kill them together!"

The person in charge of the Black Rose Project excitedly looked at the piece of information in his hand and applauded, while Pamela, who was sitting opposite him, frowned imperceptibly: "Why did you kill Daniels? He has What? Also, what exactly is the Black Rose Project? You only told me to solve the trouble, but no one ever told me what this plan is?"

Because of Pamela's anger, her questioning voice was very loud, and her voice could be heard outside the office. Ron, who had just walked to the door, couldn't help but stop.

Originally, she planned to arrest the person in charge of the Black Rose Project for interrogation, but now, he suddenly had a better idea.

After making a gesture to Bourne, Bourne immediately walked to the back and began to watch for Ron, while Ron himself quietly took out his mobile phone, logged in to the YOTURE account that Finch had just asked for, and selected the live broadcast mode.

A live broadcast room named CIA Shocking Insider just appeared on the world's largest video website, and was arranged by an unknown mysterious shareholder of the website (Finch) to push it all over the site.

"These are not important, the key now is to catch Bourne."

The person in charge ordered with a guilty conscience, but Pamela remained unmoved: "If you want to catch Bourne, tell me the truth, otherwise I won't guarantee that the operation department will cooperate well with you."

The person in charge first stared at Pamela for a long time, until he found that the other party really showed no signs of softening, then he sighed helplessly and said: "The Black Rose Project was originally a surveillance project, and now he is an umbrella to cover our All covert operations, such as invasion, extradition, experimental interrogation, are in charge of our department, and now we have very powerful rights."

As soon as the person in charge said this, the audience attracted by the live broadcast was shocked and began to ask the authenticity of the matter in the barrage.

"Isn't it? Didn't you just say that the surveillance plan was fake some time ago?"

"I read it too. They're talking about a Russian conspiracy, aren't they? Can anyone tell me who this old man is?"

"I don't know, maybe this is another Russian conspiracy?"

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In the live broadcast room, the shocked netizens began to discuss enthusiastically, but most of them didn't believe in the video. Ron was not in a hurry, the most exciting thing was yet to come.

Ron used another mobile phone to log in to another account, and sent a link to the CIA's personnel file to the live broadcast room. In this personnel file, there happened to be information about the person in charge that the netizen just asked.

In an instant, the live broadcast room exploded like a frying pan dripping cold water, but the two people who were being broadcasted still didn't realize it.

"So does this right also include assassination? Assassination of journalists who exposed us at a station in France, even the Russian energy minister was almost killed by our agents."

"When necessary, of course," the person in charge nodded triumphantly: "This is our special place. We don't need any licenses, and we don't even need to wait for Washington's order to be signed. As long as we think it is not good for the United States, the local Or the allies, we can kill whoever we want!"

"Now you have a good understanding of the situation. You should know how dangerous it is. We need to kill those who know our details immediately. Daniels is the person in charge of operations in Southern Europe and North Africa. He has all the information. You want these information Fall into the hands of Bourne, into the market? Then everyone will know what we have done."

"But I don't think it's so urgent," Pamela said hesitantly, "We can use those actions to cover up for the safety of the United States, can't we?"

"But what about drugs? What about drugs?!" The person in charge stood up excitedly and slapped the table vigorously: "What about the drug network that we have established all over the world through the rights granted to us by the plan? Are we going to tell the whole world that we Is he the biggest drug dealer hiding behind?"

"what?!"

Pamela opened her mouth wide in surprise, before she could speak, the office door was pushed open, and a strange agent walked in: "He's right, naive chick, in fact, the drugs of all gangsters are almost They are all obtained from the CIA. Over the years, the CIA has occupied almost every niche in the drug market through their original intelligence network.

So this also explains why the United States can't always ban drugs, because our biggest intelligence agency is drug dealers. "

"Who are you talking to?" the person in charge asked in astonishment.

Ron pointed the phone at the person in charge and Pamela: "Of course it's with the audience friends in the live broadcast room, come and say hello to our audience friends."

The situation is not right!This person is definitely not a CIA agent!
This idea appeared in the minds of the two of them almost at the same time, and they immediately took out the pistol, ready to kill Ron, but they were quicker than Ron.

As early as when they were about to snatch it, Ron had already let go of the phone and let it fall like a free fall, but his hands were touching his waist. The familiar revolver.

Ron didn't draw the gun, and just turned off the safety according to his feeling. I grabbed it and turned it up. Before the gun was drawn, the bullets were already discharged first.

"Boom!"

Two gunshots sounded, and the pistols in the hands of Pamela and the person in charge were knocked into the air. At this time, the mobile phone had just fallen to his knees, still some distance from the ground, and Ron hooked it with his foot like a shuttlecock. The phone was kicked again to a height parallel to the face, and it just fell into Luo En's hands.

This is the rapid-fire shooting method commonly used by western cowboys. It is the first time that the person in charge has seen this kind of shooting method outside of the movie, with a horrified expression on his face: "Who the hell are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am? What matters is who I represent," Ron pulled out a revolver, twirled it on his finger handsomely, and then held it: "I represent the people of the world now, judge you."

(End of this chapter)