The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol.

Chapter 1224 Communication between two female agents

As a South American country that can be described as a weird little country by a certain Tongliao rat spirit, Suriname naturally has its own unique features.

This is a country made up of white people, Asians, Indians, Indians and "jungle blacks". Even in South American countries where there is not much presence, not many people know about this land of only 16.4 square kilometers.

Small countries with chaotic political situations are one of the favorite trading targets of arms dealers. After all, everyone likes customers with stupid people and a lot of money.

So when Jack, wearing an incongruous Dutch general's uniform and gold-rimmed glasses, got out of the stretched Lincoln with a small flag hanging on the front, although some were surprised at his youth, the owner of the villa who came out to greet him personally did not suspect him and extended his right hand to him enthusiastically.

After all, the intelligence described him as a good-for-nothing second-generation rich man who wanted to purchase weapons and return to his country to launch a coup. Such a fat sheep is rare to come across.

"I'm Browning Orvis, and it's an honor to meet you, Mr. Papodes."

This arms dealer was about the same age as Frank, in his early 60s, a white man of short stature. His beard and the few remaining hair on the sides of his head were already mostly white, but his face was rosy and he looked full of energy.

"It's an honor to meet you, too." Jack, who spoke fluent Dutch, smiled and shook hands with him. Suriname was once a colony of the Netherlands, so Dutch is the official language of this small South American country.

Browning Orvis (Alexander Denning) glanced at the two butlers and the old man dressed as a butler behind Jack, without lingering for long, he turned around and gestured for invitation.

There were also two people standing behind him, with strong shoulders and thick waists, and they were a whole head taller than Frank and Marvin.

At the same time, in the woods more than 500 meters away from the villa, two beauties, one old and one young, wearing ghillie suits, were lying behind a bush.

Victoria and Anna each held a G28E equipped with a high-powered white light scope and reported to each other the targets they observed.

"The watchtower at 10 o'clock is more than 800 meters away from us. I'm not very sure. It would be great if Jack was there." Anna whispered.

"Leave that to me. You can deal with the one at 600 yards later."

After saying that, Victoria looked at the girl next to her in surprise, "To be honest, I'm curious, how did you get involved with an FBI agent?"

"He saved me in Paris and helped me escape from the FSB."

After going out with someone last night, Anna listened to Jack talk about some of the old agents while having an affair. Now she was not so wary of this old lady from MI6.

After briefly recounting her past and the "adventure" in Paris, Anna bit her lip and complained slightly, "It's a pity that we didn't meet earlier. That philandering bastard already has more than one girlfriend."

"But you still fell in love with him and you don't plan to leave, right?" Victoria shrugged, ruthlessly exposing the girl's arrogance.

"He is just my boss now." Anna defended herself with a slightly blushing face.

Victoria chuckled twice, looking at the spring-like expression in the girl's eyes and eyebrows, feeling filled with emotion.

So she didn't go into the topic in depth, but turned around and asked, "Want to hear my story? I once had a similar experience, and the person I fell in love with was a real agent."

"And then?" After confirming that there were no other ambushes nearby, Anna also became interested and looked at the old lady beside her with shining eyes.

"I was in MI6 at the time, and the FSB was still called the KGB at the time, so our interactions were obviously not allowed."

Victoria's voice was sweet yet contained an indescribable sadness, which made Anna involuntarily turn her head to look at her again.

"It was not until we fell in love that we discovered each other's identities. Although it was finally confirmed that our meeting was just an accident, the truth could not be hidden. You know, even now, most diplomats are assumed to be members of the intelligence department.

So they began to question my loyalty, until finally, an assassination mission was forced upon me to kill him."

"So you..." Anna subconsciously stopped talking and did not dare to ask any further, because the answer was obvious. Since Victoria is still alive today, the mission must have been completed.

"Yes." Victoria's expression was slightly cold, "I shot him three times in the chest."

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At this time, inside the villa, Alexander Denning welcomed the guests into the living room, but did not ask them to sit down. Instead, he turned on a laser disc player on the wall.

“Our company has always been committed to humanitarianism and has made the spread of nourishing oil and cooking our highest mission.”

During this empty speech, the old man mysteriously raised a finger in front of his mouth, made a gesture to Jack to keep quiet, then turned around and pressed it on the wall.

A secret room was revealed behind the hidden door in the wall. Jack nodded in understanding, turned to smile at Frank and Marvin behind him, and followed them in.

Two burly bodyguards stood in front of Frank and Marvin, expressionless but shaking their 36G chest muscles as if to show off.

Alexander Denning closed the door, and only heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the electromagnetic door lock automatically locking. He proudly introduced it to Jack.

"This is my safe room. It's 100% soundproof. It's also a Faraday cage. We check for bugs every day. Even if someone fires a gun inside, no one outside can hear it."

"No wonder the FBI's wiretap recordings of you are full of nonsense, Mr. Denning, you are such a cunning old fox." Jack said as he took off his glasses with a smile.

When the old man heard that his former name was called out, he was still calculating how much money he could make from this wave. His face suddenly changed, "You are not..."

A slap knocked him unconscious on the sofa. Jack turned around and reopened the door of the secret room. The moment he opened the door, two soft "bang bang" sounds were heard from outside.

Frank with some difficulty supported two burly men weighing more than 200 pounds who were already in a deep coma, and gently laid them down on the ground. Marvin opened the briefcase and was taking out plastic handcuffs and tape from it.

Five minutes later, in the secret room, a group of three people were looking at an old man who was tied to a chair, snoring loudly, with a slap mark on his face, and fell into deep thought.

"What did you do to him just now?" Marvin looked at Jack suspiciously.

"I just knocked him out, just like you did to his bodyguard." Jack felt wronged. It was also the first time he saw a person who was knocked out by a slap still snoring.

"Don't waste time. Didn't you say we only have half an hour?" Frank picked up a glass of cold water from the table and poured it directly on the old man's face.