Daily life of an American TV drama agent

As soon as their U.S. passports were displayed, Ron and Byrne easily entered the U.S. Embassy. Then the police who were following them saw that the situation was not good and quickly followed them, but were stopped by the embassy guards.

"Wait, stop, you have no jurisdiction here!"

"Are we safe?" It stands to reason that any ordinary person would feel a little uneasy when encountering such a situation, but Bourne was surprised to find that not only did he not feel uneasy, but he was actually a little excited.

It's as if all this has long been accustomed to.

"No, even if you get to the embassy, ​​there are still people here who want to arrest you. Although I don't know what you have done. Hell, my level can't be found. Your entire agent information has been stolen. It has been deleted from the system. I really don’t know if you deliberately cooperated with Anonymous to do this, or if someone deliberately wanted to frame you. It’s a pity that you have lost your memory, otherwise I would know something else.”

Ron said regretfully as he pulled Bourne through the embassy's service hall.

"I believe that my memory will be restored." Bourne followed Ron and looked around cautiously. He always felt that someone nearby was watching him. Sure enough, when his eyes met a man wearing a When the man with the hidden earphones looked at each other, the other man immediately lowered his head with guilt: "I think we haven't gotten rid of the people who are following us yet. What should we do now?"

"It's really easy to get rid of those people, but I'm still hesitating about how to use it. Under normal circumstances, I just use my method to kill all the people who follow me." Ron said while holding his chin.

"What if it's my way?" Bourne asked. He had a strong hunch that the person in front of him knew him very well. Perhaps, using the method he was best at in the past, he could stimulate him to think of something.

"If it was your way, it would probably be to throw away all those idiots through endless tactical evasion, right? After all, you were called 'the most difficult person to track in the world' before."

Bourne thought about his nickname and sighed: "The most difficult person to track in the world? What a cool nickname. What are your nicknames? They are the other two of the Three Elites of the Secret Service I mentioned just now."

"Stop! The one with the red bag! Stand still and don't move!" Behind the corridor, the man who had just looked at Bourne took out a pair of handcuffs from his waist and walked over.

Bourne looked at Ron helplessly, while Ron looked at him with a horrified look and slowly backed away, as if he didn't know him at all.

"Hell, your nickname must be 'The Best Actor'." Bourne muttered, glaring at Ron.

"It's up to you~" Ron mouthed from an angle that only Bourne could see. At this time, the man who had just looked at Bourne had already led two of his men to the front, forming a "pin" shape. , surrounding him in the middle.

It turns out that he just diverted his attention, not out of guilt at all, but to move reinforcements.

"Don't move..." As soon as a guard next to him touched Bourne's shoulder, Bourne suddenly took a step back, took his hand and pulled it hard, and quickly thrust his other hand under his arm. He turned around and the guard While he was still dizzy, Bourne had somehow come up behind him.

Pressing him forward and pushing him hard, the two guards' heads hit each other hard and they fainted.

At this time, the man who started to look at him could barely take out his gun, but Bourne did not put the gun in his eyes. His hand had quietly touched the man's collar, and with a strong tug, he made a perfect shoulder He threw the man to the ground and dropped the pistol.

Bourne reflexively picked up the pistol and pointed it outward. The two guards who had originally planned to come over to help immediately raised their hands and retreated.

Ron, who was still panic-stricken and acting like a passerby, simply stopped acting: "As expected of you, you did a great job. Your movements this time are much sharper than when you fought me just now. It seems like you are doing it step by step. I feel a little better again, do you remember anything now?"

Bourne thought hard and shook his head in disappointment: "Still can't remember anything? I don't even know your nickname or the other person's information, although you have repeatedly emphasized to me that the three of us are very good friends. .”

"Okay, whether you think about it or not, let me introduce you formally. I am Ron Lee Cooper, a senior IRS agent, who is called the 'most dangerous man' in the industry." Ron looked proud. Said: "As for the other person, his name is Ethan Hunter. You will have a chance to see him sooner or later. Why don't you ask him what his nickname is? How can we run away now? It's all up to you."

"This way!" Bourne glanced at the floor plan posted on the wall and led Ron into the stairs. As soon as they left, the man lying on the ground who was recovering immediately reported Ron and the others' movements through the intercom. .

Immediately, a group of heavily armed guards chased them in from the stairwell. Ron and the others had just climbed two floors when a man in a suit blocked them in front of them. Before they could open their mouths to speak, Ron and Byrne came out at the same time. The punch hit the man in a suit in the crotch.

The suit could scream and roll down the stairs, and the two of them smiled at each other.

"I now believe that we were trained in the same place before." Bourne said as he walked up the stairs. He suddenly stopped after taking two steps, turned back and took out a walkie-talkie from the man's body, and hung the headset on his On the ears: "Wait a minute, I almost forgot to bring this."

In an instant, they had all the information about those who were chasing them.

"Why is your nickname the most dangerous man? Is it because you are the best at fighting?"

"Or, this nickname means that I am the most destructive." Ron lifted his coat, revealing a circle of grenades hanging on his belt. He also wore a tactical vest full of weapons on the belt.

"Team 2 is going upstairs and will soon reach the fifth floor." The internal communication of the capture team came through Bourne's intercom. He immediately took Ron out of the stairwell and quickly passed through the office area on the fifth floor.

Because of the broadcast on the fifth floor, all the staff quickly returned to their offices and closed the doors to avoid getting into trouble. At this time, the pursuit team in the headphones was getting closer and closer.

"The way I'm thinking of now is to leave through that emergency escape route, but I think you have a better way without a large-scale conflict? From now on, I want to see what your way is. What does it look like?”

"Are you sure?" Ron showed a smirk. Bourne had a vague feeling, but he still nodded firmly. He has now lost all memory. Although he has the instinctive conditioned reflex of his body, he can't communicate with a professional in full form. There is definitely still a certain gap.

However, what he didn't know was that the vague feeling in his heart was actually part of his body's instinct, originating from the instinctive reaction of being tricked by Ron when he was in school.

"Then don't regret it." Ron picked up a cup that fell on the ground, smashed it hard at the monitor in the corridor, and knocked the monitor down.

Then he used a fire extinguisher to smash open the emergency escape door that Bourne pointed out just now, and then used wire to open an empty room.

Judging from the layout of the room, it was a dressing room. Ron pried open the cabinet and threw a big bag inside to Bourne: "Put all your things in this bag, and then remove the original red bag from Throw it out the window and finally change into this outfit.”

"But this is a set of women's clothing!" Bourne looked at the clothes that Rondi came up with and was stunned.

"Please, we are in the women's locker room. If it is not women's clothing, what else can it be?" Ron said in a matter-of-fact tone: "Don't you want to see my method? This is my method, do you want it or not?" Put it on?"

"I'll wear it!" Bourne said through gritted teeth.

"By the way. Don't forget to wear black stockings. For men pretending to be women, stockings can cover the hair on your legs very well."

While Ron threw an unopened stocking to Bone who didn't know where it came from, he kept taking out some small bits and pieces from his pocket and wiped it on his face casually a few times. Then he changed from a young man to a A middle-aged man of about 40 years old, then put on a wig, mustache, and a pair of glasses. Although he was still wearing the same clothes, he looked completely different from the original one.

"By the way, we need to throw away this thing too." Ron ripped off the walkie-talkie from Bourne and threw it into the trash can next to him.

At this time, Bourne had just put his stockings on his legs. His top and skirt were just barely on his body and not yet fully put on. His clothes were messy and most of his skin was exposed.

At this time, the search team outside had already arrived at the door. Ron quickly put a wig on Bourne's head: "Start fully cooperating with me now, okay?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door was kicked open by the search team: "Everyone holds their heads in their hands! Lie on the ground!"

After being yelled at, Ron simply fell down on Bourne, and pinched Bourne's stocking-clad thigh, causing Bourne to cross his leg in pain, but in the eyes of the searchers, But it was more like Bourne wrapping his legs around Ron.

"Ah, gentlemen, don't kill me. I have money. I can give you a lot of money." Ron's voice changed, becoming old and turbid, and his tone lost his usual confidence and courage. He sounded like He looked like an ordinary citizen in danger.

Bourne reflexively covered his chest and lowered his head. His long hair obscured most of his face. However, Agent Jinming who came in didn't take it seriously. He looked at the ambiguous movements of the two and smiled knowingly.

"It's okay, sir, we are just doing a routine search. You are looking for a very dangerous prisoner." The agent comforted him while casually looking through the locker room for hiding places. After finding nothing, he said sorry again. , left the locker room, and carefully closed the door for them before leaving.

"Is this your method?!" When the footsteps outside were gone, Bourne pulled off his wig angrily and asked.

"No matter what? It's very effective, isn't it?" Ron said, while pretending to touch Bourne's stockinged legs: "You should take care of your leg hair, they are already pricked." The torn stockings are a bit prickly to the touch. If those guys weren’t so stupid just now, you would definitely wear them.”

"By the way, I almost forgot about this, come and smile at me." Ron took out his mobile phone and took a photo of Bourne: "This photo will definitely be a good New Year's card for Ethan."

"Hell, I don't want to wear this again!" Burn angrily tried to tear off the women's clothing, but Ron held him down.

"I'm sorry. You may need to wear it for a while. I need you to wear it and leave the embassy with me in a dignified manner. As long as you wear this clothes, I guarantee that no one will notice you. My car is parked outside. A place all the way down the street.”

Bourne stamped his feet angrily, but had no choice but to continue acting with Ron in women's clothing.

"OK, we're safe." Back in the car, Ron took off all disguises and breathed a sigh of relief: "Let's go to Turkey now. Although you don't remember anything now, since the nameless person mentioned it in the key, If I get to you, there must be a place where I can get you."

Bourne frowned: "Who is the Nameless Doe you have been mentioning since just now? Nameless Doe, would anyone be called by such a name?"

"Nsa, the director of the National Security Agency, has the power of the highest-level intelligence agency in the United States. He is also the teacher of our secret service school. From that time on, he has been called this name."

"Listen, man, even though you don't remember anything, there's trouble now. Jane Doe is missing. Someone is looking for the two parts of the weapon he left behind, and according to the clues he left behind, you are an important part of the weapon. , you must help me, otherwise many people will die because of this."

Ron looked at Bourne sincerely, and for once there was no trace of joking in his eyes.

"Okay, I promise to help you," Bourne nodded and said, before Ron started to feel happy, he continued: "But after I deal with my troubles, I need to know what happened to me. , a week ago, I was rescued on a fishing boat, shot several times in the back, and had a bank account, the same one I just used at the Zurich bank."

"Okay, I promise to help you."

Ron thought for a moment and nodded in agreement. With the help of Finch, he quickly found Bourne, but he thought that coming to Toretto and the others would not be so smooth, so he was not in a hurry to go back.

In addition, he was also curious, what happened? For an excellent top agent like Bourne to end up in such an embarrassing situation, even if it was just for the sake of their friendship, he must have done this favor.

"But tell me, what should we do now?"

"Send me to Paris, this address." Bourne took out a receipt from his passport and handed it to Ron: "There seems to be a house of mine there. I think there should be clues about what happened before."