Daily life of an American TV drama agent

The final outcome of the war between the three otakus was that the Indians, who were slightly stronger than the other two, won the battle.

"Long live Shiva! I succeeded! I can marry a woman from the Cooper family right away!" Rajesh jumped up happily, and Ron patted his shoulder with satisfaction.

"Congratulations, lucky man."

"Can I marry Missy? Can the wedding be held in India? I can reimburse your family's air tickets, arrange for you to stay in the most luxurious hotel in New Delhi, and each of you will be matched with three untouchables as servants..."

Rajesh was talking eloquently, completely immersed in the fantasy of a better life in the future with Missy, and unknowingly he was shaking the whole family clean. However, the other two otakus were immersed in the chagrin of failure and did not listen to him at all. What did you say.

"Of course, as long as..." Ron drawled out in a mean voice.

"Just what?"

Ron opened the photo in the camera album and held it in front of Rajesh: "As long as you defeat this man again, I guarantee that Missy will be yours."

"Who...who is this?" Rajesh asked in a trembling voice.

On Ron's mobile phone, a man holding a heavy machine gun stared at the camera with cold eyes (actually dull), like a killer who was incapable of emotion looking at the corpse. Rajesh was instantly frightened to the point of peeing.

He really peed, and he felt a warmth in his crotch.

"Didn't I say that? Oh~ look at my brain~" Ron pretended to be annoyed and patted Sheldon's head gently. Sheldon dared not speak out in anger, and decided to write down his behavior next time. We complained together when we called my mother.

"This is Forest Gunn, my neighbor, Missy's fiancé, and a Navy SEAL. One of the most famous killing machines, a man who can run five kilometers cross-country with a machine gun in his arms. I used to I forgot to mention it, I’m very sorry.”

Ron said he was sorry, but there was no look of apology on his face. He only wanted to be beaten, but unfortunately, the three little otakus together were not enough for Ron to beat with one hand.

While they were playing around, Ron's cell phone suddenly rang. It was an unknown caller. Ron didn't want to pay attention to it, but when he saw the number displayed, his heart moved.

Dominican Republic? Isn't this where Toretto is hiding? I remember the last time I spoke to Toretto on the phone, he was on his way to escape from Cuba.

Ron also asked Yuri's transport ship to send him a section and give him some handy toys. Ron pressed the call button and Toretto's deep voice came to mind on the other side of the phone.

"Ron, it's me, Toretto, has Letty contacted you in the past two days?"

"No, I haven't received her call. What's wrong?" Ron heard a hint of anxiety in Toretto's tone.

"Letty has returned to Los Angeles. Mia said she saw her yesterday. When she stayed at home, she said she had something to do and went out. I thought she would go to you to talk about the amnesty."

"No, she didn't come to me. If she came to me, I would definitely inform you as soon as possible. What happened?"

Toretto's tone was unprecedentedly solemn: "Something happened to Letty. Look at yesterday's car bombing. That car belonged to Letty."

Car bombing?

Ron suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, right? Obviously he has already negotiated with Toretto about the amnesty in the future, will everything return to the origin of history?

"Where are you now?" Ron pushed past Sheldon and grabbed the computer to search for reports on the car bombing. Everything was exactly the same as the movie scenes in his memory.

Letty was killed.

"I'm looking for a cargo ship to go back to the port." Toretto's tone was extremely firm: "I will definitely avenge my family with my own hands, and no one can stand in my way!"

"Don't worry, I don't intend to stand in your way. Letty is also my family." Toretto rarely had any objection when talking about his family: "But you can't come back like this. You will be arrested by the FBI before you can take revenge." The people were taken back and listened:

I'll give you a call in a while. It's one of Orlov's men. Tell me your name and he'll let you board the ship. The ship will take you all the way to the port of Los Angeles. I'll wait for you in Los Angeles. "

There was silence on the phone for a long time, and Toretto's voice finally rang again: "Thank you, Ron."

"We're family, aren't we?"

"Um."

Ron turned off the phone and stood up. Sheldon immediately took his seat again and dissatisfiedly wiped the mouse and keyboard that Ron had just used with a wet tissue.

Ron's eyes twitched, and he resisted the urge to slap him on the table: "Sheldon, you're going to see Missy off tomorrow and take her to the airport, do you hear me?"

Sheldon raised his head: "Why should I send it off? She obviously came to find me."

"Because you are the brother, and I have some other things to do and I have to go out now. By the way, Leonard, tell Penny that I won't be back today, and just let Missy sleep in my room." After that, Luo En turned and left the apartment.

On the way downstairs, four text messages were sent from Ron's phone, two were used to summon Hank and Arthur, one sent the contact information of Olof's men to Toretto, and the last one was sent to a very special person. Unexpected people.

"I'm going to see you at your fried chicken restaurant in an hour."

Recipient: Gustavo Flynn, the drug lord Ron nicknamed Uncle Fried Chicken.

If Ron remembers correctly, the person who attacked Letty was a drug dealer named Barak, and as the king of drugs in Los Angeles, no one knew the intelligence of the underground drug forces in Los Angeles better than him.

Colleagues are all enemies, and Ron has good reason for the other to work well together.

An hour later, Ron ignored the "Closed" sign hanging on the door of the fried chicken shop and pushed in. As expected, Uncle Fried Chicken was already waiting at his last seat, and there was not a single clerk in the huge shop. He is alone.

When he saw Ron, he immediately stood up and greeted him with his signature smile like a waiter: "Can I help you?"

"Put away that damn smile of yours, I don't have the intention to play any tricks with you as a waiter or customer today." Ron ignored Uncle Fried Chicken and sat down directly next to him.

"I'm here for one thing today. How much information do you know about Barak? I want you to tell me everything you know."

"I'm sorry, sir, I don't understand what you're talking about." Fried Chicken said, holding the plate and looking like he didn't understand what you were talking about. Ron was so angry that he took it out from his waist. The guy put it on Uncle Fried Chicken's head.

M1911 Rock Island Arsenal Collector's Edition.

"Now can you understand what I'm saying? If your answer doesn't satisfy me, I'll let you go in peace."

PS: The electricity and network are available, but they are still not stable. Updates will be resumed.