Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"Listen, Bourne, we only have one day to deal with your matter. After one day, no matter how well your matter is handled, you must go back with me and solve Aries' matter first."

After Ron contacted Toretto, he said with a serious face that Toretto had followed the clues and found out that he was in the UK. It happened that Deckard Shaw’s mother Victoria was also in the UK. If she was there, Toretto would There was no way he would suffer a big loss, but Ron had an intuition that his opponent this time was not simple, and he had to move faster here.

"Of course I want to understand what's going on here as soon as possible, but I don't have a clue. I don't know where to start. Do you have any good ideas?" Bourne said with slightly raised eyebrows.

"Please, change into women's clothes first!" Ron was confused by his charming manner: "Are you addicted to wearing women's clothes?!"

"Oh, I've been thinking about things and almost forgot this." Bourne slowly took off his women's clothes and found men's clothes from the cabinet to put on.

"If I just want to solve your problem, it's not that troublesome at all. As long as you show your face under the camera, the people who really want to do something to you will immediately become impatient. I asked someone to check those who are tracking you in Switzerland. They are just the dregs of the CIA's Overseas Operations Department. It won't be a bit of trouble to kill them. At most, they will be too numerous to be annoying."

The CIA Overseas Operations Department, as its name suggests, is a department of the CIA that specializes in making trouble abroad. Although it sounds very high-level, if you look at their past achievements, it is simply laughable.

For example, in 18 years, all 638 attempts to assassinate Castro failed. Of course, the most famous one is the Bay of Pigs incident. In 1960, the CIA summoned 1,500 Cubans with the consent of the newly elected Meszon Kennedy. Exiles land on a "secret" beach in Cuba.

How "secret" is this beach?

As early as many years ago, it had been transformed into a beach bathing beach, visited by tens of thousands of tourists every day. When the CIA's exile army landed, the tourists were dumbfounded. The result can be imagined.

This shows how unreliable the CIA's Overseas Operations Department is. In addition, because what they do is too sensitive, their identities are kept strictly confidential. Ron can kill a few of them without any trouble at all. There are really people To be honest, you can also say that you don’t know.

Bourne asked: "Then what? Then how do we kill them? How do I know what happened to me?"

"It's simple. After you show up, they will definitely chase you. You lead them into a building with explosives buried in advance, and then 'bomb' them all. Finally, we will regenerate A pot of oil, find one of them who can breathe and put his hand into the pot bit by bit, and he will tell you everything you want to know."

Ron said nonchalantly. From his tone, it was obvious that this was not the first time he had done this. Byrne was slightly relieved, but immediately discovered a new problem.

"But where should we choose the ambush location? Will the two of us be short of manpower? Where will we get so many explosives?"

"As for the location, just choose the 13th District. This is a slum that is a headache for everyone. No matter how much noise is made, it will not attract the attention of the local police. As for the manpower... who told you, it's just the two of us. Already?"

Ron finished sending the message on his mobile phone and raised his head arrogantly: "I told you, we are all big shots. Be confident. It won't be long before someone comes with weapons to help. After being in this circle for so long, , I still have this bit of respect.”

At the same time, as Ron sent out messages one after another, some big shots in Paris also began to take notice.

The aloof girl holding the plant looked at the list of weapons sent in the text message and shook her head in annoyance, but still followed the instructions on the list and started to prepare supplies.

Leto, the new head of District 13 who also received the message, smiled and immediately ordered his men to vacate the small building used by the gang to sell drugs...

Early the next morning, while Ron was still dreaming, he was woken up by Berry: "Wake up, it's time for us to take action."

Ron rubbed his sleepy eyes: "No, it's time for you to start taking action. I can still sleep for a while."

"Don't you want to come along? Well, can I borrow your car?"

Ron didn't follow suit, so Bourne had no choice but to do the next best thing. Ron stood up. Just when Bourne thought he was going to get his car keys, Ron opened the window and looked around below. Locking his eyes on a white taxi, Ron whistled happily, and a handsome driver came out of the car and waved to him.

"Bern, let me introduce to you. That is Daniel. Today he will be your chauffeur. No matter how you want him to drive, or how outrageous your request is, even if you want the car to fly, he will do it. To help you do it, to a certain extent, he is even faster than another master I know.

However, his asking price is always relatively high, so I suggest you prepare more money. "

"Well, wish me good luck so that he can successfully take me to escape to the place you arranged." Bourne said with some suspicion. He chatted with Ron for half the night last night. After the tasks he had performed before, he now I have begun to get used to Ron's slightly exaggerated way of speaking.

For example, stories such as encountering a cybernetic man in some mission, driving a car into a nuclear submarine, and a map of a large treasure house on the back of the Declaration of Independence all sound like science fiction.

But even though he likes to brag, Bourne has to admit that Ron is still very capable. Even if the driver he originally approved is not as exaggerated as Ron said, his level is at least relatively good, right?

The taxi happened to be parked where a camera could capture it. Bourne went downstairs and deliberately circled in front of the camera a few times before walking to the taxi, opening the door and getting in.

"Hello, Daniel, I'm Ron's friend. He said you can satisfy all my requirements, is that right?"

"It depends on whether the banknotes you carry are thick enough? Ron said that you get what you pay for, and I have always been generous in providing better services to generous customers." Daniel made a gesture of rubbing money with his fingers. said.

"Are these enough?" Bourne handed over a 20,000 euro note.

"Then you will receive the supreme service," Daniel happily put the banknotes into the glove box: "Not even God can take you away from this city today. I said, tell me, where do you want to go? ?”

"Area 13, Building B11, can we leave now?" Several figures on Bourne Street, looking around at pedestrians, immediately urged.

"Don't worry, you came just in time. I was planning to try out some new things." Daniel ate the sandwich leisurely and pressed a few buttons on the center console. The car body shook for a while and was hit by four hydraulic The pillars were raised.

, the trunk automatically opens, and a professional racing-grade rear wing pops up. The front of the car also pops up a valuable sports surround, and even the four tires slightly change their angles.

"Hurry, they're coming soon!"

More than just the front, Bourne saw home in the rearview mirror. A few sneaky figures also came out from the other end, and together with the people in front, they surrounded the taxi bit by bit.

But Daniel still finished the last bite of the sandwich unhurriedly: "OK, let's go now. Do you mind if I play some music?"

As he spoke, Daniel lightly stepped on the accelerator a few times, and the huge roar of the engine made Bourne feel a little relieved.

"You don't mind, can you go?"

"No problem, let's go!" Daniel pressed the button, the hydraulic support was retracted, and the taxi was placed back on the ground. Before Bourne could sit firmly, the taxi rushed out like an arrow.

The huge pushing feeling directly made Bourne stick to the seat instantly.

"Be careful with the car!" Bourne warned loudly as she looked at the car in front of her. Before she could finish her words, Daniel turned the steering wheel lightly, and the taxi dodged the car that Bourne warned and continued to move forward quickly.

Daniel easily dealt with countless vehicles that were reversing rapidly, and was even in the mood to chat with Bourne: "You are lucky today. There are few cars on the streets of Paris in winter, which is very suitable for city sightseeing."

"Really? I'm so lucky." Burns said, holding on to the handle next to him. Ron was right. This guy drove much more wildly than Ron.

However, even so, they still could not get rid of the CIA's tracking. As if they were prepared for their speed, the CIA agents had already deployed manpower at different intersections with their numerical advantage. As soon as they passed those intersections, they would immediately A new vehicle replaced the one they had left far behind, and they continued to track them.

Daniel turned around and said, "Please fasten your seat belt, I'm going to shift into third gear."

"No problem, wait! Third gear? What gear is it now?" Byrne looked at the speed on the dashboard that had reached 120 kilometers per hour, feeling that his common sense was being challenged.

"Does that need to be said? Of course it's second gear."

Daniel said matter-of-factly. Bourne didn't say anything anymore. He was hurriedly fastening his seat belt. In the constantly shaking car body, fastening the seat belt was a technical job.

In the process, the speed of the taxi increased to a higher level. Bourne had already seen a toll station-like building in front of him. In just a moment, they had already driven out of the city.

"Do you have any change on you?"

"No." Bourne shook his head.

"Me neither." Daniel shook his head in disappointment and stepped on the accelerator a little deeper.

"Woo~" The taxi quickly passed through the toll station with lightning speed. The strong airflow formed between the car and the building even swept away the clothes of a woman standing at the toll station.

"Ah!!!" the lady screamed, gratefully covering her body.

"Hell, how many kilometers per hour are we going now? It definitely looks like it's more than 200!" Bourne questioned, looking at the speedometer on the dashboard with the needle already turned to the limit.

"Maybe they will tell you." Daniel casually pointed at the traffic police who was checking the speed on the roadside, and continued to drive along the avenue without slowing down.

"302 kilometers! It's that guy again!" The traffic policeman took out the walkie-talkie: "Attention all units, the white devil has appeared again! Use secret weapons!"

Not far in front of the taxi, on the road, two modified police sports cars rushed out, biting the tail of the taxi and chasing after them.

"Is this also a police car? When did police cars start using such high-end sports cars?"

"No, those are my friends. We are all famous racing drivers around here." Daniel said. When his phone rang, he made a move that made Bourne break out in a cold sweat. At such a high speed, Still looking at my phone!

"But we can't play anymore. Ron is getting impatient. Hurry up!"

Daniel pressed another button, and the taillights on the back of the taxi were suddenly retracted, revealing a uniquely shaped exhaust pipe. Once the light blue flames spurted out, the taxi's speed suddenly increased again, and it immediately followed. The police car behind them pulled away, and even if Bourne was prepared, he would inevitably hit the headrest.

"Is this liquid nitrogen acceleration?"

"No, there is a friend who owns a bar. This is made with ouzo liquor. If you are interested, I can give you the address and you can get it from him yourself."

"Thank you, you're so polite!" said Byrne. The taxi had already passed through the tunnel, just in line with the high-speed train next to it, and passed quickly. Byrne looked at this scene in shock: "That's a bullet. Train?”

"Yes, this train is good. It passes very quickly. It's almost boring when you go in a straight line." Daniel replied casually, having long been accustomed to him.

But Bourne was not the one, and couldn't help crying out: "Oh my God!"

There was no reference just now, so it was difficult to compare, but now there is.

The French bullet train travels at a speed of 320 kilometers per hour. Judging from their overtaking speed, their food and accommodation now have to travel more than 400 kilometers.

After crossing the short straight road, the taxi plunged into the slum next to it.

"Tsk~" The taxi stopped in front of a dilapidated building with white smoke coming from its tires. When you turned around, Bourne was breathing heavily.

"You're awesome. Generally speaking, every time we stop, no passenger can resist throwing themselves into a bag and vomiting. Except for Ron, you are the second one."

"Thank you for the compliment." Bourne replied with a pale face. At this moment, he didn't want to say a word more, for fear that he couldn't help but spit it out and invalidate Daniel's praise just now.

Ron was already waiting at the door of the small building. He opened the car door with a smile and helped Bourne down: "How is it? How is the scenery in Paris? I specifically asked Daniel to take you around the streets of Paris."

"It was too fast, I didn't see anything," Bourne said with a face as bright as gold. "You shouldn't have let me take this car. I have no strength now."

"You don't need to be strong, you just need to be a bait." Ron said goodbye to Daniel, and Brave Bourne walked into the small building: "The windows of Bel Canto here are equipped with infrared-triggered bombs, and Matilda is on the opposite side. The people upstairs are watching here with sniper rifles, and officers Leto and Damian are on the roof to provide support at any time. You just need to be a bait. For you, I called all my friends in Paris."