The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 602 The Truth
"Who the hell are you?!" Hayden, who was thrown on the sofa, shrank back in horror. Half an hour ago, he was carried by Ron and thrown into this long-abandoned library. He acted like a liar. For a long time, there has never been a time like today, as if being stripped naked, without any privacy.

"Someone turned my office upside down just now, and my girlfriend is still waiting for me. If she goes to my house or my office, he will definitely be in danger. I have to find her."

"Attention, sir, I am asking you now, not you asking me. If you are dissatisfied with this way, you can talk to it," Ron slapped the pistol on the table , Hayden immediately shut his mouth very tactfully, and Ron nodded in satisfaction and continued to ask:

"I called the Los Angeles Police Department just now. Detective Carter actually knew the two CIA agents and recognized them as his colleagues in the police department. The CIA, the Los Angeles Police Department, an antique dealer, and a liar, this story It's getting interesting, so you want to explain something to me?"

"I really don't know anything." Hayden's expression was about to cry: "The only person I know here is a Swede. I know that he is a very rich antique dealer. I know that he is helping some policemen to launder money. Because of this, he couldn't sleep all night. If you don't believe me, you can check my customer records. He said these things himself! Who are you guys?

Is it the police?You can't just arrest me like this, the procedure is illegal, I'm going to sue you! "

Because of fear, Hayden told all the things he knew. He has never figured out who Ron is. He is not even afraid of the vicious CIA. He just heard this When the CIA was involved in it, I was almost scared to pee.

If the police station or the FBI will give you reason when they arrest someone, then the CIA is simply unreasonable. As long as the CIA wants to arrest someone, there is no need to talk about any evidence at all, just a suspicion of treason is enough. It is precisely because of this that the CIA is the second most unwilling to be provoked among these people who are trying to make ends meet, and the number one is...

Ron lifted the hem of his suit, revealing a corner of the ID in his pocket. Hayden was waiting for the ID. All of a sudden, all the words he had just prepared were blocked back into his mouth.

"I think you should know who I am now? Now I ask you to answer, if I am not satisfied, you know what I will do." We watched Hayden's reaction and nodded in satisfaction. Then he continued to ask: "Have you heard of HR?"

"I heard that the Swedes told me that it was a police organization he helped launder money." Hayden's answer was much more honest this time.

"So your idea from the beginning was to cheat HR of the money that the Swedes gave? I have to say, you are still a very courageous liar. Ordinary liars don't have the guts to do this, but why did the CIA become a What about the police at the police station? And go and eliminate your killer candidates."

"This..." Hayden just opened his mouth, but immediately closed his mouth again, as if hesitating to speak.

Seeing this, Ron was not so polite to him. He grabbed the pistol instead, pressed Hayden's hand on the table, and slammed his fingers with the handle of the gun.

"Ah!" Hayden let out a scream. Finch outside the room couldn't bear to close his eyes, and wanted to go in to persuade Ron not to use this method, but remembering the promise he had promised not to intervene before, he stopped in his tracks and remained silent. Stay outside and listen.

"Answer wrong, this is not the answer I want, you still have nine chances to make mistakes, do you want to keep trying?"

Ron raised the butt of his gun and was about to smash it again. Hayden struggled and shouted, "No! Please don't do this, I promise to say anything!"

"That's good, Uncle Ron likes obedient children the most," Bourne let go of his arm, and went over to stroke his hair: "Relax, it's really not difficult to say this, even if you I'm afraid that cfa will trouble you, as long as you go to another powerful country, they can't do anything to you, such as Russia, if you pay your taxes quickly, I can even give you another ticket, no, doesn't it feel like A desire to pour out is stuck in your chest? Want to vent it?"

"I...well, let me say, actually I don't know much," Hayden thought about the countermeasures that Ron had just suggested to him, and Hayden decided to trust Ron. After all, Irs has a better reputation than the CIA. too much.

"All I know is that the black money written by the Swedes seems to be the local drug revenue in Los Angeles, and this part of the drug revenue has always been responsible for the gangsters arranged by the CIA. The CIA has established rules and told everyone that everyone can share. How much money, but was afraid they would not follow the rules, so arranged for some people to enter the police station, really, I swear to you, that's all I know."

Ron nodded to show that he knew something, and walked out of the room without saying a word. Finch and Riise outside the door had already listened to their conversation.

"Things are all clear. This idiot is eyeing HR's small coffers and intends to fight desperately. I think death is more than enough, and his girlfriend who is also a liar, what do you think we should do with them? By the way, I still Didn't tell him who his girlfriend was." Ron threw the question back at Finch.

"I just asked Riise to take his girlfriend back to the hotel to stay first. No matter what she plans, at least this will save his life. I want them to meet first, what do you think?"

"I don't care. You are the boss here. I just need to confirm that I can make money. I even want to thank you for this job invitation. It's really great."

Ron took out the check from his pocket and kissed it. It was a check that Finch had just signed for him. Apart from this money, the tax money of the liar was as much as HR or CIA's small treasury. He is the real boss, one job earns him three incomes, how can he not thank Finch?

Reese was arranged by Finch to take Hayden to meet his girlfriend, and he continued to sort out information about Hayden on the computer, while Ron started teasing dogs and playing catch games in every possible way.

Little Bear is a very smart German Shepherd. To him, this kind of game is simply a child's play. However, before Ron played two rounds, Finch at the computer desk suddenly let out an exclamation, and Little Bear immediately dropped it in his mouth. With the toy in his mouth, he ran to Finch to check around, and after finding that there was no problem, he looked up at Finch suspiciously.

"Well, although I don't want to ask, but looking at you, I still have to ask, what's wrong?"

"Something went wrong. Hayden didn't seem to tell us all about the scam. When I was checking Hayden's hard drive just now, I found out that he actually had a Swedish email account password. It was the antique dealer who knew what it was mean?"

"He really knows how to hypnotize, and he also extracted his account password from the Swedish population? But what's the use of this? Can it use this account password to transfer his money?" Ron wondered asked.

"No, he did something even more outrageous." Finch closed the computer and stood up, his expression becoming serious: "He deleted the email that HR originally sent him, and then rewrote an email with An anonymous address was sent in his mailbox. The email said that there was an auction today where the Swedes were asked to bid for Lot 424, but in the email he modified, he was asked by Hayden to bid for Lot 423. Now I know why HR asked people to kill him!"

"Because HR suspected that he embezzled their money, but in fact it was Hayden who did it! This guy is really a genius!" Ron couldn't help admiring, but immediately, he thought of another question and asked with a strange expression : "Finch, don't you think that poor Swede's life is more worth protecting than the life of this liar? I believe HR or CIA's killer is on his way to kill him now."

"That place is not far from Samen's apartment. I'll call Samen right now." Finch hurriedly picked up his phone. The fundamental reason he did this life-saving business was that he didn't want innocent people to die. , but now, what he did was killing that person.

Ron curled his lips quietly. He has never been able to understand Finch's Virgin Mary. In his opinion, no matter the film.Or this antique dealer, it is purely his own death, and there is no value in saving it.

When Finch hung up the phone, Ron had sorted out the whole context of the matter: "Finch, do you think Hayden really loves his girlfriend?"

"What do you mean?" Finch asked puzzled.

"I mean, why does he still ask to see his girlfriend immediately even after you assured him her safety? Is it because of love? Or is it because he has something else to do?"

"Other things? What do you mean? Run away? But even if you run away, it doesn't seem too burdensome to take your girlfriend with you?"

"No, that's not what I meant. Do you remember when I told you that there were three groups of people staring at the Swedes at the auction, Hayden himself, the police, and one that we haven't identified yet?" , but I suspect that he wants to get rid of the person arranged by Killer Hayden," Ron held up his chin, and said while thinking: "But what if this person is arranged by himself?"

"He arranged it himself...I get it! He deliberately altered the email to make the Swedes think he was auctioning off another collectible, because all the auctions they usually use in this dirty money laundering business are fakes Or fakes, so the Swedes will treat these things as garbage, such as selling them at a very low price in the store, but in fact this time is different, this time he auctioned a product, really The price is real, a commemorative baseball worth 400 million US dollars! Then arrange someone else to buy that baseball back, find an auction house and sell it again, it is equivalent to having 400 million cash in hand! This idea is really genius! "

Finch, the programmer who can develop an artificial intelligence program with self-awareness like a machine, of course can't be a fool, he just has no experience in this field, but if all the clues are sorted out in front of him, he can reason immediately come up with the correct answer.

"Yes, that's it. I think we should do something. We can't let that liar play tricks. Damn, I would have knocked off a few more fingers just now." Ron said angrily. This time, he Also missed.

However, just when Finch was about to say something, his cell phone rang suddenly. Finch lowered his head. It was a text message just sent by Riise, and his expression suddenly became strange:
"I think you're right, but it seems like it's too late. Just 5 minutes ago, Hayden took advantage of talking to his girlfriend, took Reese out of the room, and then took the opportunity to escape by jumping out of the window. We have completely lost him now." tracked."

"Damn! We have to find him quickly." Ron cursed secretly.

Finch looked a little surprised: "Really? Are you going to find him now? I thought you would go find the baseball first."

"Of course I'm going to find that baseball, it's a full $400 million~" Ron said naturally, and now Finch was even more puzzled.

"Then why did you..."

"Why do you still want to go to Hayden?" Finch nodded, and Ron spread his hands: "Please, he has put in so much effort, he doesn't want such a car, is it just for a person to escape in a hurry? Why don't you have to go before leaving?" Take that baseball with you?"

At the same time, when Samen arrived at the antique shop, someone in the shop had already stepped in before her. The Swede was tied behind his back and knelt on the ground with his hands. Through the window of the antique shop, she faintly He saw two people standing opposite him.

Samun cautiously took out his pistol and slammed it against the glass: "Throw away your weapons and raise your hands! Quick... Carter? Why are you?"

Seeing that it was Carter and another colleague who had kidnapped the Swede, Samun breathed a sigh of relief and put the pistol back in its holster.

"We found out that this person has been selling stolen goods for HR, so let's see if he has any evidence here, how about you?"

"I'm here to protect him. By the way, if you intend to find evidence of the sale, you don't need to bother. This idiot has been tricked." Samuel looked at Sweden, who was kneeling on the ground, with pity. said the man.

The Swede struggled angrily with the rope, and after all in vain, he said angrily, "I'm not an idiot! Let me go, let's try! I promise I'll blow your head off!"

"Really? I'm deeply skeptical about this. A person who doesn't even know that his email account password has been stolen can have this kind of ability?"

Samone leaned in front of the Swede and mocked mercilessly. The Swede's expression became a little stunned: "What do you mean?"

(End of this chapter)