American Detective: Starting as a Rookie Cop in an American TV Show

Chapter 1339 Trap
"It looks like it's almost done. Check it yourself." Old lady Victoria pushed a mirror in front of Jack.

Looking at the greasy Asian face in the mirror, Jack made a few expressions, but didn't find any flaws. He nodded with satisfaction, "Is this how you disguised yourself and changed your identity back then?"

Victoria slapped him on the back of the head without mercy. "This is a 3D printed silicone mask. We didn't have this stuff back then."

Anna, who was standing behind the two men, burst out laughing. She also did some makeup on her face, but not to the extent of Jack, who forcibly turned a white person into an Asian face.

“Actually, you don’t have to make it too similar. Just put on some makeup like Marvin and it will look similar.” Jack rubbed his cheek. After all, silicone is not breathable and it always makes him feel a little itchy.

The old lady rolled her eyes at him and said, "You were the one who said we should be wary of Decima's artificial intelligence going online ahead of time. My makeup skills can only make you look older, but I can't turn a white person into an Asian."

"Are you all ready?" Frank pushed the door open, followed by Marvin, whose appearance had also changed drastically.

The originally skinny crazy old man turned into a fat old man, dressed like an old British gentleman and wearing Edward Bailey's tortoiseshell glasses. He looked like an elderly version of Harry Potter.

Jack curiously knocked on Marvin's round beer belly, only to hear a few dull thumps. "What did you put in there?"

Marvin adjusted his bow tie awkwardly. "Two bulletproof plates plus a layer of blood bag. If you're going to be shot, you need to put some extra padding, otherwise it will hurt."

"I found this car in Han's hangar, but are you sure you want to drive that ugly thing? It looks like it's made of plastic." Frank said, throwing a pair of car keys to Jack.

"Since you're pretending, you have to act more convincingly. Also, do you old agents have any prejudice against '007'?" Jack complained.

The car keys that Frank threw to him belonged to a Lotus Exige S Type 72 supercar. Speaking of the British car brand Lotus, perhaps not many people know it, but the Lotus sports car is very famous.

This is a British car brand that was once as famous as Porsche and Ferrari, and it is also the exclusive car for the old version of the "007" series of movies.

The angular weird car 'Cybertruck' that Musk designed a few years ago was a tribute to the shape of another classic Lotus sports car 'Esprit'.

Old movie fans may still have some impression of the amphibious Bond car in "The Spy Who Loved Me" released in 1976.

"'007' is simply a smear on our image as secret agents, making the world think that we are a bunch of playboys who only know how to smoke, drink and pick up girls."

Marvin said with an unhappy look on his face. Jack glanced at Cartaya who was flirting with Frank and swallowed back the words "Isn't it?"

Well, in fact, except for MI6 which is very famous for the screen image of "007", among the intelligence agencies of major countries during the Cold War, Britain's performance was probably the worst.

The most famous of them are the "Cambridge Five". It is no exaggeration to say that from World War II to the mid-Cold War, the entire British intelligence system was infiltrated by the KGB like a sieve.

Today's MI6 is obviously not that good. A prisoner thrown into the highest level "prison" by them was not only "rescued" easily, but also secretly escaped and modified three nuclear bombs for terrorists.

So Jack wasn't worried at all about what explanation Harry would have to give when he returned Edward Bailey's body to MI6.

Because there is nothing to explain. As an "Omega" agent under the CIA, what else can MI6 say when it helped clean up the mess and retrieved the body of the "evil scientist" who tried to start a world war?
A BBJ737 business jet based on the Boeing 800-2 fuselage landed on the runway. As the gangway was lowered, the Bentley SUV that had been waiting on the side of the runway for a long time slowly approached.

A wrinkled, white-haired old man walked down the gangway under the escort of several armed agents. Marvin, disguised as Edward Bailey, lowered the window and looked at the other person warily. "Are you Mr. Greer from Decima?"

"It's me." The old man nodded and looked at this "Edward Bailey" with a hint of suspicion in his eyes.

Although the information about Dr. Edward Bailey he had, especially the photos, were from more than 30 years ago, the man in front of him seemed to be much worse in both temperament and appearance.

Of course, this didn't matter, because Mr. Greer's attention was soon drawn to the oversized toolbox-shaped lead box on the passenger seat.

"Is this the thing?" The old man's slightly cloudy pupils shrank slightly.

"Where's the money?" Marvin, who was pretending to be "Edward Bailey", patted the lead box hard. The dull sound made Mr. Greer subconsciously take a half step back.

"Don't worry, I checked it and it's intact. According to my design back then, the power of this nuclear bomb will not be less than 10 tons." Ma Wen said without thinking.

Mr. Greer raised his hand and waved behind him. A graceful female secretary came down from the plane with a briefcase in her hand. "Here are the bearer bonds worth 100 million euros that you requested."

Hearing this number, Marvin was stunned for a moment, until Mr. Greer pointed to the lead box and said, "Sorry, Doctor, we need to inspect the goods first."

"Oh, of course." After getting out of the car, Marvin took the briefcase from the beautiful secretary, put it on the hood and opened it, indicating that Mr. Greer of "Decima" could do whatever he wanted.

A Decima agent stepped forward with a Geiger counter, first scanned the edge of the lead box, and then tried to open the lead box at the old man's signal.

"This is simply a work of art." Looking at the black cylinder and the modern-day Nixie tube timer that appeared after the lead box was opened, Mr. Greer exclaimed with a smile.

"The radiation level is also within the normal range, only slightly increased." The "Decima" agent whispered in his ear.

Mr. Greer nodded slightly and turned to look at Marvin who was still checking the bearer bonds. "Dr. Bailey, you should remember how to make another 'artwork' like this, right?"

"Of course." Marvin nodded, but before he could say anything else, the people standing around the Bentley SUV heard a "bang bang" sound coming from the trunk.

"What's going on?" Another agent standing behind Mr. Greer received a signal from his superior. He stepped forward and opened the trunk without saying a word. He dragged out a short-haired blond man with his hands and feet tied and a rag stuffed in his mouth.

"Why is it you?" Mr. Greer obviously recognized his subordinate who had been missing for many days. He was surprised at first, and then he realized something was wrong.

At this moment, a gunshot rang out, and almost everyone present subconsciously squatted on the ground, looking around for the direction from which the gunshot came.

Only "Edward Bailey" stood there blankly, looking down at his abdomen, where a pool of blood was slowly spreading.

"Cover me!" Mr. Greer was protected by two subordinates. He was still in shock and had not figured out what was going on.

"Run! This is a trap!" The short-haired blond man with the gag removed had just shouted this when the second gunshot was heard and he fell in a pool of blood.

(End of this chapter)