Daily life of an American TV drama agent

In Liverpool, England, late at night, the cold winter wind stung people's faces.

Thanks to the strict implementation of the employee security system, there was no one at the port except for a few security guards on night watch. The security guards on night watch also ended their patrol early because it was too cold at night and went to the security room to sleep.

Ron and Guan Yuming walked in openly without any obstruction.

"Ron, why did you bring me here? Don't you already know the identity of the murderer who killed my daughter? Why don't you want to take me for revenge? Are you also with those British bureaucrats?" Guan Yuming asked loudly road.

No wonder he had such suspicions, it was actually Ron's behavior itself that was a bit too suspicious.

As soon as Guan Yuming picked up Ron at the airport, they were surrounded by a group of men in black belonging to the British intelligence agency. Their leader wanted to see Ron by name, and Guan Yuming was not allowed to follow.

Ron went to talk to the leader for about three hours before he was released, but he has become very weird since he was released.

He claimed that he had all the information about the terrorist attackers, but he did not explain anything. Instead, he ran to the hotel and fell asleep. He stayed there until three hours ago, and then he called Guan Yuming to come to this place late at night. A cold wind blows over the harbor.

"No, I'm not in the same group as that scheming brother-in-law," Ron curled his lips: "I just reached an agreement with him to use each other. But don't worry, this agreement not only does not prevent you from taking revenge, but even You can also provide me with a lot of help.”

"Help? Who are they?" Guan Yuming automatically ignored the somewhat unfamiliar word "Di Gong". He was already very old and had never understood the trendy words spoken by young people.

"Mycroft Holmes, if you watch the news often, you should know that this is an official responsible for intelligence. He seems to be quite famous."

"But what does he have to do with what we are going to do?" Guan Yuming stared at Ron seriously, waiting for him to give a concrete reply.

"Guan, I know how eager you are to avenge your daughter. I also have a family. If my family is harmed, I will be more anxious than you, but you have to understand one thing."

Ron stood at the dock where goods were being loaded and unloaded, and suddenly turned around: "This terrorist attack is no longer a story of personal grudges like in Chinese martial arts novels. It has become a political event, and many people are staring at it. They want to get involved through various means to achieve what they want, do you understand?"

Guan Yuming looked confused. He used to be a professional soldier, but now he is just a restaurant owner. He has always been insensitive to politics-related things.

Otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to choose to stay in that place of right and wrong after being injured in the Vietnam War, and then be persecuted when this white-eyed wolf in Vietnam extended a vicious hand to his former benefactor, leaving his other two daughters to die on the run. On the way out.

"Okay, I'll make an exception and explain it to you in detail, but everything I tell you today will rot in your stomach, understand?" Ron sighed, and finally couldn't bear to say it.

Guan Yuming nodded heavily.

"First of all, the perpetrators of the terrorist attacks were ordered by the IRA."

"IRA?" Guan Yuming is both familiar and a little unfamiliar with this abbreviation. He is familiar because he often sees this word mentioned on TV, but unfamiliar because he never cares about news other than meat prices and vegetable prices.

"IRA, the Irish Republican Army, is a terrorist organization that seeks independence in Ireland through violent means, although the British government claims that the organization gave up its arms and disbanded in 2001.

But in fact, they just passed some political conditions, such as giving greater autonomy to the Irish regions except Northern Ireland, while the original leaders of the IRA transformed themselves into Irish and British ones through treaties. Bureaucrats. "

"Yes, that's right, the Lem Hannis whom you have been harassing on the phone is one of the former members of this organization. Although he has claimed that he has nothing to do with the organization, he has secretly controlled most of the power of the organization. .

Now, do you understand why your requests are always ignored? close? "

Guan Yuming felt like the world was spinning. He originally thought that this was just an accidental injury in an ordinary terrorist attack, but he didn't expect that the involvement was so huge.

"So, Lem Hannes planned the attack, right?"

"No, it was the separatist forces in the Irish organization he belonged to. The young people did not want to continue to live under the rule of the British, but also wanted to take over power from the old people, so they created this incident to express their gratitude to the old people. Both parties expressed their wishes.”

Ron curled his lips disdainfully: "In the final analysis, they are just a group of children with bad tempers. My brother Sheldon, who just ran away from home, is more mature than them. It's just that after putting on the cloak of politics, he hurt them." and innocent reasons.”

"These bastards!" Guan Yuming cursed.

Ron shrugged: "Yes, they are just a bunch of bastards. Even the British government authorities think so, so they thought of using external force to combat the arrogance of these bastards."

"Originally, they saw your information from the family members of the victims. They knew that you would never give up, and they planned to secretly provide you with some help and teach those bastards a lesson. But now that I'm here, those dirty group English gentlemen have new ideas."

"What do they want?" Guan Yuming asked eagerly: "As long as I can avenge my daughter, I can do anything."

"They want to use my power and yours to completely eradicate those bastards."

Yes, this was what Mycroft expressed when he met Ron. If he could achieve this result, he was willing to pay a price that satisfied Ron. However, he still underestimated Ron.

"Then did you agree?"

"Of course I agreed," a playful smile appeared at the corner of Ron's mouth: "But how many goals can be achieved is my business. In other words, as an American, what reason do I have to travel thousands of miles to come from the United States? What about Britain, just to wipe the butt of those dirty gentlemen?”

Mycroft's conditions are of course very tempting, but considering Agent Ron's special status, this kind of behavior can become treason under the hands of a politician with a little manipulation.

From then on, Ron had a handle and became a pawn in Mycroft's hands. Ron was not that stupid. He immediately reported the information to the Pentagon through special channels.

As a result, a new player entered the game.

"Woo~" Two low whistles sounded in the darkness, and Ron immediately raised his flashlight and flashed the signal twice in that direction.

"Are you ready to cause a scene now, Guan?"