Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"Mike, please remember, you owe me once!" Ron casually slit the throat of the terrorist who had just broken into the office where he was hiding to search, and cursed secretly.

Originally, all of this should have been Mike's job, but because when the incident happened, Mike was taking his family on vacation in Southeast Asia, so the anonymous person who was in urgent need of medical treatment could only call him in for temporary rescue.

"Ron, what's going on over there?" Anonymous asked in the headset.

"It's not that good. I just killed one. This group of people is surprisingly good at their skills," Ron said angrily: "Is there any latest information out there? What do they want?"

"They want us to recall the 7th Fleet and all the troops in South Korea."

"It turns out he is a patriot, so just agree to it. After all, it should be the Korean people's own place." Ron joked.

"Impossible! Giving up on South Korea is equivalent to giving up the interests of the United States in Asia. This is not something that an agent should take care of. You have only one task now, which is to rescue the president." After hearing this, Anonymous immediately changed to a scolding tone.

Ron shrugged indifferently and did not refute. He knew that this was actually Wuming Doe's protection for him, and there must be others around Wuming Doe.

"Listen, you have to move faster. A set of Cybers codes has been activated. The interim president is preparing to send people to attack. I think you should understand what this means?"

What does it mean? Of course, it means that they are planning to kill the current president so that lunatic Charlie can take over.

But this is no longer the most troublesome thing. The most troublesome thing is the Cybers code, which is the top military secret of the United States. There are three groups in total. Once a nuclear weapon is accidentally launched, its self-destruction program can be controlled through the code. It will not cause accidental damage.

"Well, you've already given me two pieces of bad news, can't you give me one piece of good news to cheer things up?"

"No, I have even worse news. The interim president plans to take over your command..."

"Wait, let's talk about the bad news later. I'm in some trouble now."

Anonymous was still talking nonstop in the earphones, but Ron heard footsteps coming from the corridor. The Alliance twisted an ornament on the table hard, and the originally smooth and smooth wall suddenly sunk in, revealing a hidden piece. Door, Ron leaned back and disappeared inside the door, and the wall returned to its original appearance.

This secret room was specially built by the famous President Kennedy for his affair with the then-hot actress Marilyn Monroe, and now it happens to be Ron's hiding place.

"Damn it, I just heard something coming from here!"

"Did you hear it wrong? I told you a long time ago not to go to women before important actions. Look at you, you are starting to hallucinate, haha~"

The terrorists outside did not speak in Korean, but in authentic American English, which undoubtedly made Ron more certain about the mastermind behind this farce.

This operation, like the last one in London, has an invisible hand controlling everything.

But what does this have to do with Ron? He just needs to kill these people.

Ron raised the muzzle of the gun and cocked the bolt.

"What's the sound?" The terrorist who was the first to notice the abnormality here asked alertly.

"I told you, it's your hallucination..."

"Boom, tug, tug..." Ron pulled the trigger, and the bullet penetrated the thin wooden board and shot into the bodies of the terrorists. Before they could even dodge, they were beaten into pieces by Ron.

"A bunch of rubbish~" Ron came out of the secret room and shot one of the still-dead terrorists in the head.

"You just said that the interim president wants to command me, right?"

"Yes, but it's not needed now. He has already sent special forces to prepare for a raid from the top of the White House. When his commando team successfully rescues the president, it will be time for me to get out of the NSA." Anonymous said a little lonely.

"That's not necessarily true. Who said his people can definitely rescue the president?"

"They were originally a team, but now it's just a farce performed according to the script. Is there any surprise?"

"Otherwise? Do you think those terrorists will let the big men in the Pentagon kill them all after using them?" Ron's eyes flashed with an inexplicable look: "It can only be said that those generals are in the office I have been sitting here for so long that I have even forgotten that survival is the instinct of all living things."

Anonymous's eyes lit up: "What do you want to do?"

Anyway, his unauthorized actions just now have left a very bad impression on the new president. He doesn't mind going a little too far. It is best to go too far to save the old president. Then the position under his butt may not need to be replaced. People.

"I brought a law enforcement recorder with me when I came in just now. Now you connect it to this machine. How about we do a live broadcast of the rescue?"

"This is CBS National Television. As viewers can see, our most elite special forces in the United States have taken off by helicopter under the order of the interim president. They will kill the terrorists who attacked the White House as quickly as possible. Save our president..."

"This is FOX..."

"This is ABC..."

"This is NBC..."

All TV stations made special mention of the helicopter formation that had just taken off. The president had not yet been rescued, but the joy of victory seemed to have spread to all TV media.

"All attention, check weapons." The commander's order was simultaneously transmitted to the TV media, and then heard by everyone watching TV. Everyone was refreshed. The commander obviously understood this: "Commando team is ready, after today , we will become heroes across America!”

"Wait! Sir, we seem to be locked by the radar!" On the driver's screen, the locked alarm lit up. The commander looked down intently, only to realize that at some point, a warning signal finally appeared on the top of the White House. A black object, and it looks exactly like the Hydra anti-aircraft gun currently in service in the US military!

Sure enough, they were happy too early. Everything was just as Ron said. The terrorists did not choose to sit still and wait for death. They did not know how to transport the anti-aircraft gun into the White House. Now, it has become the weapon of this helicopter formation. The biggest threat!

"Damn it!" the commander cursed secretly, and quickly pulled over the intercom: "Report to the headquarters, the terrorists have anti-aircraft guns, they are our nine-headed birds! Request to retreat! Request to retreat!"

"No, we can't wait any longer! I order a strong attack now!" The Minister of Defense ordered very forcefully. The staff officer behind him opened his mouth, but stopped talking.