John Rambo's address is quite easy to find. He was born in a rural town in Oregon. His parents have passed away, leaving him with a fairly decent farm. If he manages it carefully, it will go bankrupt in about five or six years. kind.
Apart from that, he had no connections in his hometown, no childhood sweethearts running to school with bread in their mouths and twin ponytails, and no die-hard hairy kids with whom he peed and played in the mud.
Therefore, when Plomri came to the local police station with a CIA ID and asked the sergeant to take him to find Rambo, what he learned was that the other party had sold his property at a low price and was wandering around.
"This guy!"
Plumli was also speechless. No matter whether it was his boss or the guy in front of him, how could he be so casual? The family's property was sold as soon as he was told, but Shepard left the matter to him, so he could only continue to pursue it.
But before that, he had to talk to Shepard.
The latter was not surprised to learn that Rambo's whereabouts were unknown, and instead gave Plomri a direction.
"Go and see that guy's comrades nearby, he may have gone there!"
"I really owe you, you piece of shit!"
Plumli said through gritted teeth.
"Yeah, I'll give you a day off after you finish this job!"
"get out!"
The way Plumli was cursing made all the police officers in the small town police station cast curious glances.
"Who doesn't have a few asshole bosses?"
As soon as Plomri explained, the latter was immediately relieved, and the deputy police chief on the side even brought him a cup of coffee.
"Yeah, it seems like it's not a good place to be!"
Plumli then contacted a few more people, and after finding out the address of Rambo's friends in the military, he immediately set off and rushed to the next place.
When Plumlee drove to the next place, it was already evening. He first went to the local police station to seek help, and then he saw Rambo being imprisoned.
Promri raised his eyebrows. Although he didn't know what this guy had done, since Shepard wanted him, he could only try his best to fish him out. However, he didn't go up to ask for him directly. Instead, he found He went to the police chief, showed his ID, and then asked the police chief for information on the pretext that he was looking for a former member of the special forces who lived in a small town.
Although the police in the small town do not belong to the federal police system, they are still somewhat afraid of federal agencies, especially in this special era.
Therefore, Plumli immediately received a warm reception from the police. The chief personally led Plumli to check the files. On the way, Plumli casually mentioned Rambo.
The police chief didn't think so, but said proudly.
"That's a new homeless man I caught. He doesn't look like a good person at first glance. If he appears here, it's a huge irony of my work!"
It seemed that Plumli's words aroused the other party's interest, and the police chief immediately began to promote his so-called pest theory.
In other words, homeless guys like Rambo are destabilizing factors for the country and society and must be eliminated.
He also proudly told Plumli that the reason why the town looked so clean and tidy was because he drove out all the pests.
Plomri felt extremely nauseous, but he could only listen to what the other party said with a smile. He couldn't use the ID in his hand to fish for Rambo. After all, it was a nominal ID that was convenient for him in the country, so he just Neng first took the police sergeant and ran around the town.
Then, Plumlee contacted Shepard.
"This issue?"
Shepard was stunned after hearing this. Fortunately, he sent Promlie there. If Rambo really went to jail, it would be even more difficult for him to recruit people!
"Okay, I understand, leave it to me!"
"What about my side?"
"Have a good rest and I'll show you a good show tomorrow!"
Then, Shepard made another call.
"Hello, please forward Russell Adler to me!"
The next morning, Plomri was still there
As I was reminiscing about last night's delicious stew on the warm bed of the hotel, I remembered the sound of propellers outside the hotel.
Plomri, whose thoughts were instantly brought back to Vietnam, woke up immediately. The old man over fifty was even more nimble than the young man. He rolled forward and got out of bed, and then he picked up the handful in his clothes. 1911 pistol.
But soon, Plomri discovered that the voice was not directed at him!
When he walked to the window, he saw several National Guard helicopters hovering in the sky on the other side of the town, and jeeps full of Guard troops passing by on the street.
And when he was wondering what happened, there was a knock on his door.
Two officers stood in front of his door. After seeing Plomri, they immediately asked politely.
"Are you Agent Plomri?"
"it's me!"
"I am Captain Tom, and this is my deputy, Second Lieutenant Jerry. We have arrested the Soviet spies according to Agent Lazar's order. Agent Lazar is here to invite you!"
"Soviet spy?"
Plomri was confused, but he quickly changed his clothes and followed the officer to leave. Then he saw that a cordon had been set up around a rather luxurious single-family building in the corner of the town. In addition, there were Many soldiers and police were outside to maintain order, and the person in charge of all this was a curly-haired man with a height of only 1.7 meters and several scars on his face.
Plomri knew him. They had performed a mission together back then, and the other party was someone under Russell Adler.
"Your boss found a good job for me!"
The man named Lazar took out a cigarette and whispered to Plomri.
"If it weren't for the fact that he helped us complete the mission, I wouldn't have come!"
Plumlee took the cigarette with the same bitter look on his face.
"Who isn't, but what are you doing here?"
"Help!"
Lazar took out a pile of miscellaneous items about the Soviet Union from the bag in his hand, and then mouthed at the house.
"Let's go in and take a look?"
After entering the house, Plumlee discovered that it was Sheriff Will's home.
Then, Lazar on the side found a few dark corners and put the things in his hands before calling in the National Guard soldiers to conduct a search.
The latter rummaged through the boxes and found the evidence left behind by Lazar, including flyers, slogans, books, and several films and photos.
Above are photos of the nearby US military base. Although these things may be considered as weak evidence by professionals, in the eyes of these soldiers, they are solid evidence.
Only then did Plomri understand what Shepard meant by what he said to him last night. This guy directly turned the police chief into a Soviet spy, and even enlisted the help of the CIA!
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