John Rambo's address is still quite easy to find, he was born in a small country town in Oregon, his parents have died, leaving him with a decent farm, the kind that can go bankrupt in about five or six years if he runs it carefully.

In addition, he has nothing to do with his hometown, he didn't run to school with bread in his mouth and a double ponytail, and he didn't pee and play with mud with his hardcore hair.

Therefore, when Plumri came to the local police station with his CIA ID and asked the sheriff to take him to Rambo, he learned that the other party had sold his property cheaply and was wandering around.

"This guy!"

Promri was also speechless, whether it was his boss or the guy in front of him, how could he be so casual, the family's property would be sold as he said he would, but Shepard left the matter to him, and he could only continue to chase it.

But before that, he had to speak to Shepard.

The latter was not surprised to learn that Rambo's whereabouts were unknown, but instead pointed out the direction to Primori.

"Go check out that guy's comrades nearby, he might have gone there!"

"I owe you, you!"

Plommri said through gritted teeth.

"Uh-huh, I'll give you a vacation when you're done with this job!"

"!"

Primri's scolding made the officers in the town's police station look at each other curiously.

"Who doesn't have a few bastard bosses?"

As soon as Plomri explained, the latter was relieved, and the deputy sheriff next to him brought over a cup of coffee.

"yes, it doesn't look like it's going anywhere!"

Then Promri contacted a few more people, and after figuring out the addresses of Rambo's friends in the army, he immediately set off and rushed to the next place.

When Plumri drove to the next place, it was already evening, and he went to the local police station to ask for help, and then he saw Rambo in custody.

Promri raised his eyebrows, although he didn't know what this guy had done, but since Shepard wanted him, he could only try to get people out, but he didn't go up directly to ask for people, but instead found the sheriff, showed his ID, and then asked the sheriff for information under the pretext of looking for a former special forces member living in the town.

Although the police in the town are not part of the federal police system, they are still a little afraid of federal agencies, especially in this special era.

Therefore, Plumri was immediately warmly received by the police, and the sheriff personally led Plumri to check the file, and on the way, Plumri casually mentioned Rambo.

The sheriff disagreed, but said proudly.

"That's a homeless guy I've just caught, and it's not a good guy at first glance, and being here is a huge irony of my work!"

As if it had piqued the other party's interest, the sheriff began to babble on and on to promote what he called the pest theory.

That is, a homeless and wandering guy like Rambo is a destabilizing factor in the country and society, and it must be eliminated.

He also proudly told Plomri why the town looked so clean and tidy, and that he had driven the pests out of the country one by one.

Promri listened to it with great disgust, but he could only listen to the other party with a smile, and he couldn't use the ID in his hand to get Rambo, after all, it was a nominal ID that was convenient for him in China, so he could only take the sheriff around the town first.

It was only then that Plomri contacted Shepard.

"What's going on?"

Shepard was also stunned when he heard this, fortunately he sent Promri over, if Rambo really went to prison, it would be even more difficult for him to catch people!

"Alright, I see, leave it to me!"

"What about me?"

"Have a good rest, and I'll show you a good show tomorrow!"

Then, Shepard made another call.

"Hello, please transfer me Russell Adler!"

The next morning, Plomri was still there

While reminiscing about last night's delicious stew on the warm bed of the hotel, the sound of the propeller was remembered outside the hotel.

Plumri, whose thoughts were instantly brought back to Vietnam, immediately woke up, the old man who was over fifty years old was even sharper than the young man, rolled forward and got out of bed, and then easily picked up the 1911 pistol in his clothes.

But soon, Plomri realized that the voice was not coming at him!

When he walked to the window, he saw several National Guard helicopters hovering in the sky on the other side of town, and jeeps full of guards passing by in the street.

And just as he was curious about what was going on, there was a knock on his door.

The two officers stood in front of his door, and when they saw Primri, they immediately asked very politely.

"Is that Agent Primory, please?"

"It's me!"

"I'm Captain Tom, this is my deputy, Second Lieutenant Jerry, we have arrested the Soviet spy according to Agent Lazar's orders, and Agent Lazar has come to ask you to come over!"

"Soviet spies?"

Plomri was confused, but quickly changed his clothes and followed the officer away, and then saw that a cordon had been set up around a rather extravagant single-family building in the corner of the town, and there were many soldiers and policemen outside to maintain order, and the person in charge of all this was a curly-haired man who was no more than 1.7 meters tall and had several scars on his face.

Promri knew him, and they had also been on missions together in the past, and the other party was Russell Adler's men.

"Your boss has found me a good job!"

The man named Lazar pulled out a cigarette and whispered to Plomri.

"If it weren't for him helping us with the task, I wouldn't have come!"

Promri took the cigarette, and his face was also bitter.

"Who isn't, but what are you doing here?"

"Help!"

Lazar took out a pile of miscellaneous items related to the Soviet Union from the bag he was carrying, and then pouted at the house.

"Let's go, let's go in and have a look?"

Upon entering the house, Plumley realized that it was Sheriff Will's home.

Then, after finding a few dark corners and putting down the things in his hand, Lazar called the soldiers of the National Guard to search.

The latter rummaged through the cabinets and found evidence of what Lazar had left behind, including leaflets, slogans, books, and several film and photographs.

Above is a photo of the nearby U.S. *** base, although these things are reluctant to serve as evidence in the eyes of professionals, but in the eyes of these soldiers, they are evidence of real hammers.

And Plomri only then understood what Shepard meant by what he said to himself last night, this guy directly made the sheriff a Soviet spy, and also brought in the CIA to help!

Look at the book