Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Germany, Munich Airport, under the envious gazes of male passengers on the same plane, two lucky people who had received almost the entire flight of stewardess business cards stepped off the plane.

While walking, Ron relied on his superb memory and kept using a pen to mark letters like CDEF on each business card by visual inspection. Why are there no A and B? Because as soon as he walked down the gangway, Ron threw the A and B business cards into the trash can.

But before Ron could choose tonight's lucky winner from these business cards, Ethan snatched the business cards from Ron's hand and stuffed them into the trash can: "Hell, I asked you to come to Germany with me, but Not for this matter! I can’t believe you don’t have Bourne’s contact information!”

"This is to protect him, otherwise the phone will be tapped by your CIA people sooner or later. Listen, Ethan, no matter what the reason is, it is useless to be anxious. I think maybe you can do the same as me and relax first. Let your mind empty so that you can sort out your thoughts and come up with a good solution."

Ron said, and like a magic trick, he pulled out a business card marked G from his sleeve: "I left it specially for you, how about it? Is it brotherly enough?"

"Again, we're not here to do this!" A vein popped out on Ethan's forehead: "If you want to play, after we save Bourne, I'll pay you to go and play! Okay...what's the matter? "

Halfway through Ethan's words, Ron raised his hand: "Report, I want to hit ten!"

"As long as your kidneys can bear it, I'll find 100 for you!" Ethan was going crazy: "You obviously have such a good relationship with Bourne, aren't you worried about him at all?"

This time, Ron rarely put away his cynical smile and replied seriously: "Of course I'm worried, but don't forget that Bourne is not a two or three-year-old child. No matter who it is, as long as he provokes him, Even if he doesn’t die, he still has to shed his skin, and he’s not that easy to deal with.”

"Okay, we've arrived in Germany, where to now?"

Ethan usually completes almost all missions with his team. Although he is very versatile, he is spoiled and habitually leaves the task of gathering intelligence to others. For example, this time, he handed over the task of collecting intelligence to others. Ron.

Of course, it was even more impossible for Ron to do such boring work as collecting intelligence. After the mission arrived at Ron, it was once again subcontracted to Finch. Soon, Ron knew everything he wanted to know.

"In the suburbs, in the villa area, according to the latest intelligence, there is a CIA agent here who once belonged to the Treadstone Project together with Bourne. If Bourne wants to know his past, or wants to know why there are left behind at the scenes of recent machine cases in Germany, His fingerprints, then finding this person is his best option.”

Ethan was a little confused: "No, didn't you say that Bourne doesn't remember anything?"

"Please, he just has amnesia, not stupid. As long as she wants to investigate relevant information, countless clues will point it here." Ron drew a circle on the map with a pencil and flagged down a taxi: "Driver , please bring us here.”

An hour later, outside the villa that Ron circled on the map, a gentle-looking man wearing glasses returned home holding shopping bags.

He had just opened the refrigerator door and put the food in the refrigerator. He immediately noticed through the reflection inside the refrigerator that there was a vague figure behind him. He quickly reached out and took a set from the plastic bag containing vegetables, a pistol with a silencer. It was held in his hand.

The man turned around quickly, and almost at the same time he was pointed at the gun, he pointed the gun at the blurry figure behind him.

"Click, click", the action of pulling the trigger produced no other results except two crisp sounds.

Bourne said: "Don't bother, the bullet has been removed by me."

"No wonder the gun feels lighter." The man chuckled and let go of his hand, letting the pistol fall to the ground. Bourne threw her a strong tie and tied his hands in front of her. Little did she know that all of this was Ron and Ethan, who had hacked into the villa's surveillance system, watched clearly.

"Bourne is still Bourne. Even if he has lost his memory, he still remembers to have his hands tied in front. What do you think?" After praising Bourne's actions, Ethan did not forget to ask Ron to comment a few more words.

"Still regressing," Ron shook his head: "If it were me, I would use a steel wire of only ten centimeters to tie the safety pin of the grenade to his clothes, so that his body can only bend, even if he cannot stand straight. No less, as long as he makes a slightly bigger body movement, the grenade will blow him to pieces immediately."

"Why are you so careful now?"

"Because I have suffered too much, so be careful and you can't make a big mistake, not to mention..." Ron sent a file to Ethan's mobile phone: "This guy is an elite trained by another agent school. Pay attention to the unarmed combat column. It's graded an S, like you, whereas Byrne got an A on this subject."

After confirming that the bespectacled man's hands were indeed restricted, Bernlik impatiently plucked the files on other tables.

"What are you looking for?" asked the man with eyes.

"Conrad, where did you put his files?!"

"Destroyed, when he died, the day you left Switzerland"

"What about the stumbling block plan?" Bourne asked quickly.

"It has closed down a long time ago. This is all in the past. We are the last two."

After hearing this, Bourne walked over and kicked the bespectacled man to the ground: "Then if that's the case, why are all of them chasing me?!"

"I really don't know anything. I don't need to lie to you." The man with glasses was lying on the ground like a salted fish. He didn't even stand up, as if he had accepted his fate: "I thought you were here to kill Where’s mine, I’m sorry.”

"I'm sorry? What did you do?" Bourne was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized: "You called someone!"

At this moment, the landline phone at home suddenly rang. Just as Bourne turned around, the man with glasses on the ground suddenly stood upright, kicked Bourne's pistol away, and raised his tied hands high above his head. , and then hit him hard again. When Bourne bent down, the man with glasses put his knee on his face again.

"Look, what did I say? He will definitely suffer!" Ron shouted excitedly, as if the person who was being beaten was not his good brother at all, but was watching an exciting boxing match. Even he He also took out a chocolate peanut snack from his pocket and ate it.

Ethan was dumbfounded by Ron's move. When Ron saw this, he poured half of the snacks in the bag into his mouth, and then handed the remaining shriveled bag to Ethan: "You want some too. ?"

Ethan was furious: "Bourne is being beaten! But you are eating here? Isn't it time for you to go on stage?"

"It's still very early, and I don't think Bourne is at a disadvantage now. The opponent's hands are tied together, and including his feet, there are only three attack points in total, but Bourne is not restrained in any way and can attack with any part. , He is sure to win this game, do you want to bet? I’ll put down 50 cents.”

Ron had just raised the money, as if to prove what he said, and Bourne saw the opportunity and kicked the door in front of him with his knees, and the bespectacled man was pinned against the kitchen cabinet by Yang.

As soon as the blow was successful, Bourne didn't wait for his reaction before pulling his hair and rubbing it back and forth on the kitchen counter.

The bespectacled man's head was finally bruised and bloody after smashing a pile of plates on the counter, and he naturally fainted.

But this time, Bourne learned the lesson and did not choose to trust his performance. Instead, he picked up a kitchen knife from the kitchen chopping board and inserted it into the glasses man's throat before he breathed a sigh of relief.

But now, the alarm bells were ringing in the villa, and through the glass window, he saw several cars surrounding the villa.

Bourne had an idea, walked to the kitchen, cut the natural gas pipe, and then stuffed a tightly folded newspaper into the toaster to compress the spring.

After doing all this, he walked out from the small door.

The toaster pressed by the newspaper quickly heated the newspaper to the ignition point. The flames on the newspaper collided with the natural gas that was leaking from the pipe.

"Boom!" The CIA agents who were surrounding them were blown up into the sky before they could even enter the villa.

"Beautiful! Well done! He really still has an impression!" Ethan jumped up excitedly and shouted: "Do you still remember? You taught him this trick, Ron!"

Natural gas bombs are detonating devices made using household appliances that can be found everywhere in European and American homes. The advantage is that you can find the tools in almost every European and American home. The disadvantage is also obvious, that is, it is not powerful enough.

At the very least, Ron no longer looks down on this kind of power: "This method is outdated. Today's high explosives can already have an explosion power more than ten times this. I haven't done this for a long time."

"We'll talk about this later. What are you waiting for? Hurry up and drive, let's catch up!" Ethan excitedly patted Ron on the shoulder and urged him.

"Damn it! Your hand strength is so strong now! Did you develop these by being single? Pat yourself on your back next time." Ron grinned and took his hand away, putting the car keys into his hand. : "I have a better idea. You catch up and meet Bourne, while I continue to hang far behind you. Let's see together, in the light and in the dark, who wants to kill Bourne!" "

"Okay, please be careful." Ethan said the key and ran away without looking back.

Not long after he left, a small truck drove into the neighborhood. After the truck driver parked the truck, he took a bicycle directly from the back of the truck and rode away while Ron took out the key. , started the car and drove to a secluded place in the woods, and then walked into the cargo box.

Except for the outermost box inside the cargo box, the rest of the space is occupied by drone launchers with three barrels in three rows and one column.

Ron opened the outermost white box, took out an ordinary-looking motorcycle helmet from inside, and put it on his head.

Press the start button located on the chin, and the helmet's windshield immediately turns into a transparent screen.

"Dragoon system, activate!" Ron shouted in a very confident manner, and the drone launcher immediately shot out six small aircraft flying in the sky.

Ron didn't see any movement, but with a thought, six drones lined up in a circle and started spinning around Ron. Although this move might not seem like much to outsiders, Ron almost got excited. Cried.

"Successful, finally successful!"

Don't underestimate these drones. They are different from the ones Ron used before, because these drones are not controlled by the control center in Los Angeles, but rely on the helmet to capture and control Ron's brain waves. , as long as he has a thought, he can fly the drone however he wants!

Yes, this was researched by Howard and Amy. Because of this, Sheldon was jealous of Howard for several days. It was originally intended to help disabled people control prosthetics, but now it was used by Ron to control self-destruction. Human-machine brainwave helmet.

Just imagine, when you think there is only one person on the other side, several drones fly up behind the other side and chase you. Moreover, these drones will turn and change formation according to the other side's thoughts. , or even detaching several planes in advance to ambush you on the road you must pass, what a terrible thing it would be.

Of course, such a powerful weapon is not without its properties. Just like the Dragoon system in Gundam, it has extremely high requirements for its users. The operators not only have to be distracted to control those drones, but also keep an eye on them at all times. The transparent helmet and the drone's camera on the screen prevent them from bumping into each other or touching things they shouldn't.

Without the help of the AI ​​program, Ron can control up to two drones at a time. With the help of the AI ​​program, Ron can also control a six-machine formation, and most of the time, it only controls the UAV at the front of the formation. The other five simply followed the first one.

"How's Ron doing? How do you feel about using the prototype?" Howard called and asked.

“Feels great!”

"It's a pity that there is no environment in Los Angeles that can simulate actual combat to test their real effects." Under Ron's influence, Howard gradually evolved into a weapons expert.

"That's why I asked you to send this set of equipment to Germany. If there is no experimental scene in Los Angeles, it does not necessarily mean that there is no experimental scene in Munich."

Ron said with a smirk on his lips: "Now let the people who bully my brother have a taste of its power first!"

As Ron thought this, the drone that was hovering around him suddenly took off quickly as if it had received some instruction.

The route map of Bourne's car leaving just now was imported to the screen inside the helmet, and the drones formed a column in the air and chased the car along the path it took.

Cars take roads, and in the city, places that require twists and turns to reach are often in a straight line from the air. With the advantage of the route, the drone swarm quickly caught up with Bourne.