Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"That's right, just like the prison bullies in the prison, they are not monolithic. When the old one dies, the new one will come up immediately." Andy, who was bowing his head to settle accounts, added with experience.

"But assassinating the biggest gang leader in a country..." Arthur waved his hands in the air excitedly: "Do you know what this means? It means that even if we kill him, we will face an entire country's gangs who are helpless to us. Endless pursuit.

Unless we can quickly return to the border after completing the assassination, the money will be completely lost. "

"It makes sense, but..." Ron noticed the signature of the chief officer under the intelligence, Luke Hobbs. Isn't this the stupid big guy who just solved the CIA's mess with him~

"but what?"

"But maybe we can wait a moment. With so many people staring at him, there will always be someone who can't help but strike before us." At this point, Ron's eyes were sharp:

"And all we have to do is wait for that kind person to take action and get involved in his actions. Remember, whether or not Barack dies has nothing to do with us. All we want is money. Do you understand?"

"BOSS, don't you feel that your current speech is no longer different from that of those gangsters?" Andy finally couldn't help complaining.

"So what? A capitalist country is just a bigger gangster~" Ron shrugged indifferently.

In fact, one thing he didn't say was that the moment he saw Hobbs' name, Ron immediately thought, isn't this the plot of Fast and Furious 5?

If Ron remembered correctly, Toretto told him when he called him the day before yesterday that they had fled to Brazil and were hiding in the slums of Rio de Janeiro.

There is one of Toretto's former men there, the big man who fought O'Connor in the first film.

If his prediction is correct, he only needs to wait patiently, and Toretto will soon be approached by Barak's men to steal the car, and then trigger the plot of Fast and Furious 5.

"Wait!" As he spoke, Ron's eyes inadvertently glanced at the weapon rack next to the coffee machine and suddenly realized that the number was a little wrong: "Andy, if I remember correctly, the drone I put in the office should be eight. Why is there one missing?"

"I also remember that there should be eight, yes." Andy stood up and looked at the weapon rack: "1, 2, 3, 4...7, yes, one is indeed missing."

Drones are now the secret weapon of Ron's special operations team.

"Hell, have you been too low-key recently? That's why people nearby thought this was an ordinary small company, and they dared to steal from me!" Ron complained unhappily.

"But there are no signs of prying on the door locks or windows." Out of professional habit, Hank checked all the doors and windows immediately: "So, could it be done by one of our own?"

After saying that, he directed his unkind eyes at Arthur and habitually touched his lower back with his hand, where he used to put the handcuffs.

"Hi! Hi! Hi! Why are you the first to doubt me for such a stupid thing! I am a killer, not a thief!" Arthur stood up unhappily: "Damn fat man, believe it or not, I will slit your throat in a minute !”

"Let's give it a try! Let's see if your knife is faster or my gun is faster!" Hank was not to be outdone: "I can shoot off your dick with one shot from two hundred meters away! You will have to squat for the rest of your life. Pee!”

"That's enough! Shut up!" Ron and the others were arguing loudly: "No one here will have their throats cut, and no one will have their dicks shot off. You are my subordinates. I have full trust in you, and I know that you are not thieves!"

"Think about it, besides our own people, who else has been to this place recently? Or have any of you lost your keys or anything like that?"

"BOSS, maybe you should take a look at this." Andy turned the computer screen over and faced everyone.

Under the surveillance camera on the screen, a short figure was clearly seen turning back after the office was closed, taking out a set of keys to open the door, opening the freezer as easily as if he were entering his own home, and sipping a drink. I started playing with drones.

When he finally took the drone away with him, he did not forget to make everything the same as before. His technique was so skillful that Arthur called him an expert after seeing it.

"Isn't this Carl? Who brought him to the office?" Ron recognized the short figure at a glance as the kid who had worked for him once, Carl Gallagher.

"Who brought this little kid back? I remember saying that we don't hire child labor."

"It's me," Hank weakly raised a chubby hand: "I saw him stealing a piece of bread on the street a few days ago. The kid told me that he did it because he was too hungry, so I took him I brought it back and helped clean it several times.

Maybe I accidentally let this little guy make a copy of the key at that time. "

Hank's wife happened to be pregnant recently. Maybe it was for this reason that he felt compassion for Carl. Ron could understand it.

"That kid looks like a gangster who has been on the streets all year round!" Arthur said angrily: "That's it, you actually have the nerve to doubt me!"

Arthur had no reason not to be angry, he was the one who was suspected just now.

"That's enough!" Ron stopped Arthur who continued to get angry.

Hank lowered his head in shame like a schoolboy being scolded: "I'll go find Carl and ask him to return the things."

"No, there's nothing else to do now, so I'd better go there in person."

"BOSS, um..." Hank looked at Ron walking to the door and wanted to speak but didn't know what to say.

"What's wrong?"

"Carl is still a child, can you please not embarrass him?" Probably because he was about to be a father, Hank's attitude towards Carl was surprisingly good. Of course, it may also be because he has always been a good man.

"I can use my bonus to compensate for the losses he caused, but he still has a long life. I hope this child will not be affected too much by this incident. Maybe it is really just because he is too poor that he makes the decision This kind of thing.”

"Don't worry, I know what to do." Ron rarely objected to Hank's suggestion this time: "I will go and see what the place where he lives is like. If it is really necessary, I can see if you can Give him a chance to save face.

Or, it would be a good choice to simply let him work here as a cleaner. Although the place here is a bit big, I am willing to pay more in terms of salary.

But if you let me know that the purpose of stealing things is just to buy some new toys, then I guarantee that this kid is finished! "