Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Bang bang bang~

Hobbes applauded and came out from the side: "Fortunately, I have been busy recently and haven't had time to look for you. You have made progress again."

"No, I've always been like this. It's just that you have regressed. Children at home are dulling your gun~ Believe me, getting married really makes people become more and more dull."

Ron waved to the two beauties and others who were watching like a star receiving cheers. Just when he was extremely proud, his phone vibrated. After reading the text message, Ron's expression changed.

"I really hope your Christian mother in Texas can hear what you just said." Hobbs couldn't help but complain.

"When I return to Texas, I will be the devout Christian again." Ron patted Kevin on the shoulder: "Your name is Kevin, right? Can you borrow your friend to come over and chat for a few words? I promise right away. Send him back."

"Of course~"

Ron pulled Hobbes to the kitchen cold storage: "You have to tell me, what happened?"

"What's wrong?" Hobbs pretended to be relaxed and wanted to pat Ron, but he knocked his hand away, took out his cell phone and stretched it out in front of him: "This is the text message I just received, Agent Hobbs , you are wanted now."

The text message Ron just received clearly stated: After verification, it has been verified that Agent Luke Hobbs, formerly affiliated with the FBI, killed his companions and committed treason. All agents who discovered him are requested to immediately start arresting him.

"I can't explain this. Let me put it simply, it's Black Badger. This is a code name. I don't know who he is. He stole the CIA's secret key. My partner Phil and I followed him to a penthouse in Kiev. .

He knew we were coming, so he set a trap, Phil died in the elevator, and now everyone thinks I'm the Black Badger! "

"Sure enough, it's those idiots from the CIA again~" Ron spread his hands helplessly: "Sometimes I really wonder what the use of those guys who only sell drugs, embezzle and flatter themselves? Believe it or not, I took my newly established All the special operations teams could break into their offices in the Pentagon?"

"Believe it, why don't you believe it? You are right, even the intelligence agencies affiliated with the military must have financial transparency. Otherwise, who knows how much more they can do like the last time they spent more than 40 million US dollars to transport Italian goats to Afghanistan. "

Ron nodded with deep understanding: "Okay, take care of your little brother. Remember that I haven't seen you today. Of course, to avoid suspicion, I am going back now. What I can guarantee is that my people will never If they come to trouble you, you just need to deal with your own people from the FBI and the idiots from the CIA.

I need to do some research first to make sure you're telling me the truth, and if you're not lying to me, I'll be joining you in action tomorrow at noon. "

"YES!" Hobbes couldn't help but cheered.

What he originally thought was that as long as Ron did not participate in Jin's pursuit of him, after all, he had partnered with Ron before, and he knew very well how powerful Ron was.

If Ron really got involved in the hunt for him, Hobbes would definitely have an even bigger headache.

This guy's tracking ability is average, but he's very good at fighting and using firearms. He's even known as the "humanoid arsenal" in the same intelligence circle.

correct! arsenal!

Thinking of Ron's nickname, Hobbs suddenly broke into a cold sweat: "By the way, if you join, can you agree to a small condition?"

"What?" Ron walked to the door and turned back.

"You know, the main opponent in this operation is the CIA."

"Yes, I know." Ron nodded in confusion.

"So, can you please change to non-lethal equipment? You know what you usually use is Yiyi..." Hobbes swallowed hard: "Yiyi has too much firepower."

"After all, even if I succeed in proving that I was wronged, if too many people from the CIA end up dying, it won't look good on my face."

"That makes sense." Ron held his smooth chin in agreement: "But there are so many people working for the CIA, so it doesn't seem to be a big deal if a few of them die? Don't worry, as long as it's not discovered that I did it. .”

"Not discovered? Now all the gun barrels are braided. By analyzing the ballistics, you can find out whose gun fired. How can you not be discovered?"

"That's right..." Ron was a little troubled and could only continue to think along Hobbs's train of thought.

Can't too many people die? This request was a bit embarrassing for Ron. Since his debut, when has he not killed anyone and shed a river of blood?

If you don't want to kill someone, you can't just use rubber bullets, right? That thing is fine against ordinary people, but against professionally trained agents, it's basically no different from a child's toy.

Not to mention a physique like Hobbs, even if Ron himself took a few shots, he wouldn't feel any pressure at all.

What's more, with just guns and no heavy firepower support, Ron always felt very insecure. Just as he was thinking about it, Ron's eyes happened to glance at the fire extinguisher in the corner, and suddenly he had an idea.

"Don't worry about it, I have my own way." Ron smiled mysteriously, confident, but Hobbs had a bad feeling. This guy wouldn't want to kill people from the CIA, right?

Hobbs suddenly felt that letting Ron participate in this mission was the stupidest decision.

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After saying goodbye to Max Caroline, Ron called Olof as soon as he walked out of the restaurant: "Olov's private arms dealer is at your service. What do you want to get something else this time?"

Ron didn't talk nonsense: "Yuri, can you help me get something from China?"

"Of course, your choice is very correct. Among the arms I handle, there is no more high-quality and cheap goods than the Soviet Union and China? What do you want to get this time? My friend.

Recoilless rifle? Type 51 rocket launcher, if it's the latter, I'm on sale, and a damn African chief wants to buy it on credit! Even if it is left to rust in the warehouse, I will not agree to this kind of transaction. "

"Get a batch of Type 51 rocket launchers!" Ron shouted excitedly, but when he thought that they wouldn't be needed in this operation, his interest was immediately halved: "Forget it, you can get me some of this kind of thing next time. , I want to do something different this time.”

"Something different? What do you mean specifically?"

"For example, I heard that China has an RPG for firefighting. Can you help me get a few of them? By the way, there are also firefighting rockets, the kind that can be stuffed into my Type 63 rocket launcher."

Orlov was confused by Ron's order: "Are you quitting your job as an agent and starting to work as a fire fighter? But why do the names of these things still sound so much like arms? Are you sure you really have these things?"

"Of course!" Ron shouted: "Although it sounds like arms, I guarantee that they are all fire-fighting purposes.

By the way, if you can deliver them to me before noon tomorrow, help me get a batch of steel pipes and gas tanks from the market. I want the gas tanks from Minnuo, Jiangsu, and the steel pipes from Laiyang, Shandong. The specifications are... …”