Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"Who are you?!" Hayden, who was thrown on the sofa, shrank back in horror and said. Half an hour ago, he was carried by Ron and thrown into this long-abandoned library. He was acting like a liar. Never in a long time has it been like today, as if someone had stripped me naked, without any privacy.

"Someone just turned my office upside down. My girlfriend is still waiting for me. If she goes to my home or my office, she will definitely be in danger. I have to go find her."

"Attention, sir, I am asking you now, not you. If you are dissatisfied with this method, you can talk to it," Ron slapped the pistol on the table. , Hayden immediately closed his mouth very wisely, and Ron nodded with satisfaction and continued to ask:

"I called the Los Angeles Police Department just now. Detective Carter actually knew the two CIA agents and recognized them as colleagues from his police department. The CIA, the Los Angeles Police Department, an antique dealer, and a liar. This story This is getting interesting, so do you want to explain something to me?”

"I really don't know anything," Hayden looked like he was about to cry: "The only person I know here is a Swede. I know he is a very wealthy antique dealer, and I know he is helping some policemen launder money. He couldn't sleep all night long because of this. If you don't believe it, you can check my customer records. These are all what he said himself! Who are you?

Is it the police? You can't arrest me like this. What you're doing is illegal. I'm going to file a complaint against you! "

Because of fear, Hayden told everything he knew at once. He still hadn't figured out who Ron was. He was not even afraid of the notorious CIA. He had just heard this. When the CIA was involved, I was almost scared to death.

If the police station or the FBI will explain things to you when they arrest someone, then the CIA is simply unreasonable. As long as the CIA wants to arrest someone, there is no need to provide any evidence at all. It only needs to be suspected of treason. It is precisely because of this that the CIA is the second most unwilling person to be messed with among those who are trying to make ends meet, and the number one person is...

Ron lifted up the hem of his suit, revealing the corner of the ID in his pocket. Hayden was waiting for the ID, and all of a sudden, all the words he had just prepared were blocked in his mouth.

"I think you should know who I am now, right? Now I ask questions and you answer them. If I am dissatisfied, you know what I will do." We looked at Hayden's reaction and nodded with satisfaction. Then he continued to ask: "Have you heard of HR?"

"I heard about it. The Swede told me that it was a police organization that he helped launder money." This time Hayden's answer was much more honest.

"So your original intention was to defraud HR of the money they gave to the Swedes? I have to say that you are still a very courageous liar. Ordinary liars don't have the courage to do this, but why did the CIA become a Where are the police at the police station? And still go and eliminate your killer candidates."

"This..." Hayden just opened his mouth and immediately closed his mouth again, as if he was hesitating to speak.

When Ron saw this, he was not so polite to him. He directly grabbed the pistol, pressed one of Hayden's hands on the table, and hit his fingers hard with the handle of the gun.

"Ah!" Hayden screamed, and Finch outside the room couldn't bear to close his eyes. He wanted to go in and persuade Ron not to use this method, but he remembered his previous promise not to intervene and stopped again. Jingjing listened outside.

"Wrong answer. This is not the answer I wanted. You still have nine chances to make a mistake. Do you want to keep trying?"

Ron raised the handle of the gun, preparing to smash it again. Hayden struggled and shouted: "No! Please don't do this, I promise to say anything!"

"That's good. Uncle Ron likes obedient children the most." Bourne let go of his hand on his arm and went over to touch his hair: "Relax, it's really not difficult to say this, even if you I'm afraid that the CFA will cause trouble for you. As long as you go to another powerful country, they can't do anything to you, such as Russia. If you pay the tax quickly, I can even give you another plane ticket. No, don't you feel the same? A desire to pour out is stuck in your chest? Do you want to vent it out? "

"I...well, I said, actually I don't know much," Hayden thought about the countermeasures and suggestions Ron had just put forward to him, and Hayden decided to believe Ron. After all, compared to the CIA, Irs had a better reputation. too much.

"I only know that the part of the black money that the Swedes are responsible for writing seems to be local drug income in Los Angeles, and this part of the drug income has always been handled by gangsters arranged by the CIA. The CIA has set up rules and told everyone that everyone can share it. How much, but I was afraid they wouldn't follow the rules, so I arranged for some people to go into the police station, and really, I swear to you, that's all I know."

Ron nodded to show that he understood something and walked out of the room without saying anything. Finch and Reese outside the door had already listened to their conversation.

"Everything is clear. This idiot has set his sights on HR's small treasury and plans to fight for his life. I think he deserves to die. There is also his girlfriend who is also a liar. How do you think we should deal with them? By the way, I also He didn't tell him the identity of his girlfriend." Ron threw the question back to Finch.

"I just asked Rise to take his girlfriend back to the hotel to stay there first. No matter what she plans to do, at least this way he can save his life. I want them to meet each other first, what do you think?"

"I don't care. You are the boss here. I just need to make sure I can make money. I even want to thank you for your job invitation this time. It's really great."

Ron took out the check from his pocket and kissed it. It was a check that Finch had just signed for him. In addition to this money, the remuneration for this job included the scammer's taxes and HR or the CIA's small treasury. He is the real boss. One job allows him to earn three incomes. How can he not be grateful to Finch?

Reese was arranged by Fincher to take Hayden to meet his girlfriend. He continued to sort out information about Hayden on the computer, while Ron, bored in every possible way, began to tease the dog and play a game of toss and catch.

Little Bear is a very smart German shepherd. This kind of game is simply child's play for him. However, before Ron played two rounds, Finch at the computer desk suddenly let out an exclamation, and Little Bear immediately dropped it in his mouth. With the toy in his mouth, he ran to Finch and checked it. After finding that there was no problem, he raised his head and looked at Finch doubtfully.

"Okay, although I don't want to ask, but looking at your look, I still have to ask, what's wrong?"

"There was some trouble. Hayden didn't seem to tell us all about the scam. When I was checking Hayden's hard drive just now, I found that he actually had a Swedish email account and password. He was the antique dealer. He knew what it was. Do you mean it?"

"He really knows how to use hypnosis, and even got his account password from the Swede? But what's the use of it? Can it still use this account password to transfer his money?" Ron was confused. asked.

"No, he did something even more outrageous." Finch closed the computer and stood up, his expression becoming serious: "He deleted the email originally sent to him by HR, and then rewrote one using An anonymous address was sent to his mailbox. The email mentioned that there was an auction today that asked Swedes to bid for lot 424. However, in the email he modified, he was asked by Hayden to bid for lot 423. Now I know why HR asked people to kill him!"

"Because HR suspected that he had embezzled their money, but in fact it was Hayden who did it! This guy is really a genius!" Ron couldn't help but admired, but immediately, he thought of another question and asked with a strange expression. : "Finch, don't you think that the life of the poor Swede is more worthy of protection than the life of this liar? I believe that the killers from HR or CIA are on their way to kill him now."

"That place is not far from Samn's apartment. I'm going to call Samn right now and ask Samn to come there." Finch hurriedly picked up the phone. The fundamental reason why he did this life-saving business is that he didn't want innocent people to die. , and now, what he is doing is killing that person.

Ron curled his lips quietly. He had never been able to understand Fincher's Virgin Heart. In his opinion, no matter which film it was. Or this antique dealer, it is purely his own suicide, and there is no value in saving it.

By the time Finch hung up the phone, Ron had already figured out the whole story: "Finch, do you think Hayden really loves his girlfriend?"

"What do you mean?" Finch was confused.

"I mean, why does he still demand to see his girlfriend immediately even after you assured him of her safety? Is it because of love? Or is it because he has something else to do?"

"Other things? What do you mean? Escape? But even if you are running away, it doesn't seem like a burden to bring your girlfriend with you, right?"

"No, that's not what I said. Do you still remember that I told you that there were three groups of people staring at the Swedes at the auction, Hayden himself, the police, and another person we have not yet identified. , but I suspect that he wants to kill the person arranged by Hayden Killer," Ron raised his chin and said while thinking, "But what if this person was arranged by himself?"

"He arranged it himself... I understand! He deliberately altered the email to make the Swedes think that he was going to auction another collection, because all the auction items they usually use in this kind of dirty money laundering transactions are fakes. Or fakes, so Swedes will casually treat these things like garbage, such as selling them at a very low price in the store, but in fact this time is different, this time he auctioned a genuine product. The price is real, a commemorative baseball worth 4 million US dollars! Then arrange for someone else to buy the baseball back, find it at an auction house and sell it again, which is equivalent to having 4 million dollars in cash! This idea is really genius! "

Of course, Finch, the programmer who can develop a self-aware artificial intelligence program like a machine, cannot be a fool. He just has no experience in this area, but if all the clues are sorted out in front of him, he can immediately reason. Give the correct answer.

"Yes, that's it. I think we should do something. We can't let that liar fool us. Damn it, if I had known, I would have broken a few more of his fingers." Ron said with some annoyance. This time, he Also missed.

However, just when Finch was about to say something, his cell phone suddenly rang. Finch lowered his head and saw a text message that had just been sent by Rise. His expression suddenly became strange:

"I think you are right, but it seems a little late. Just five minutes ago, Hayden took advantage of talking to his girlfriend to take Rise out of the room, and then took the opportunity to jump out of the window and escape. Now we have completely lost his There’s a trace.”

"Damn it! We have to find him quickly." Ron cursed secretly.

Finch looked a little stunned: "Really? Are you going to find him now? I thought you would go find the baseball first."

"Of course I want to find that baseball, it's a total of 4 million US dollars~" Ron said matter-of-factly, and now Finch was even more puzzled.

"Then why did you..."

"Why are you still looking for Hayden?" Finch nodded, and Ron spread his hands: "Please, he put so much effort into such a car. Is it just to escape in a hurry for his life alone? Why didn't he have to do it before leaving? Bring that baseball?"

At the same time, when Samn rushed to the antique store, someone had already entered the store before her. The Swede was tied behind his back and knelt on the ground with his hands. Through the window of the antique store, she vaguely saw I saw two people standing opposite.

Samn carefully took out his pistol and slammed it against the glass: "Throw away your weapons and raise your hands! Quick... Carter? Why is it you?"

Seeing clearly that it was Carter and another of her colleagues who kidnapped the Swede, Samn breathed a sigh of relief and put the pistol back into its holster.

"We found out that this person has been helping HR sell stolen goods, so let's see if he has any evidence. What about you?"

"I'm here to protect him. By the way, if you plan to find evidence of the stolen goods, you don't need to bother. This idiot has been tricked." Samn glanced at Sweden kneeling on the ground with pity. said the man.

The Swede angrily struggled with the rope, but after futile efforts, he said angrily: "I'm not an idiot! Let me go if you dare! Let's try it! I promise to blow your head off!"

"Really? I deeply doubt this. A person who doesn't even know that his email account password has been stolen can still have such ability?"

Samorn approached the Swede and mocked him mercilessly. The Swede's expression became a little stunned: "What do you mean?"