Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Hobbs discovered the photo of Letty who was supposed to be dead from the on-site surveillance, and immediately set off for the Dominican Republic with the amnesty order from Anonymous. But what was Ron doing?

He is preparing for Christmas.

Yes, you heard it right, Ron is preparing for Christmas.

"Hey Sheldon, do you and Leonard want to get a Christmas tree together?" Penny knocked on the door and came in, just in time to see Ge You lying on the sofa with his body stretched out: "Ron, so you are here, and I'm still here I want to ask you to go back to the apartment to decorate the Christmas tree."

"Please let me go." Ron replied weakly: "You will never think that from yesterday to now, I have decorated five Christmas trees."

There is one tree at Max's house, one at Gallagher's house, one in the office, one at Mr. Tousy's house, and one at the house of the lonely old man Andy. Ron even specifically asked the old man if he wanted to come to the apartment to spend Christmas together. But Andy rejected it.

Andy said he wanted to celebrate his first Christmas after being released from prison with his newly released inmates. Frankly speaking, if Ms. Mary, who was far away in Texas, hadn't asked him to spend Christmas with his family, he would have been fine. I want to spend Christmas with Andy.

Because Andy's fellow prisoners all look so interesting, there is an old man named Hannibal Lecter who looks very energetic. It is said that he is the chef in the prison and speaks very wisely.

There is also an old black man who looks like Morgan Freeman, who can be said to be one of the most handsome black men Ron has ever seen.

Ron planned to chat with them when he had time.

"But you didn't decorate your own Christmas tree, right?" Penny tilted her head: "Or is this a tradition of your Cooper family?"

"No, we don't celebrate Christmas." As soon as Sheldon spoke, Ron immediately retorted: "No, it's just that you don't celebrate Christmas. In fact, our family celebrates it every year."

"Oh, didn't I say it was just a pagan Saturnalia?" Sheldon stared seriously.

"Kids, come and sit down, it's Sheldon's favorite Christmas special science program again." Howard greeted Penny sarcastically, but unfortunately Sheldon couldn't hear the sarcasm in his language.

"In the ancient days before Christianity, when the winter solstice came, the earth withered..."

Penny's mind went blank and she could only see Sheldon's lips flying up and down, spitting out one word after another. She could only add after he finished:

"Okay, thank you, but I bought some silly gifts for you and Leonard. I'll just put them under the Christmas tree. Ron, you have your share too."

"Thank you. I have prepared a gift for you. To be precise, everyone has a gift, except Sheldon."

"Wait, you bought me a gift?!" Sheldon was surprised: "Why did you do that?"

"Because it's Christmas soon?"

Penny was a little overwhelmed by Sheldon's question. Howard gloated and leaned on Ron's shoulder: "Didn't you teach the girl you live with the Sheldon User Manual?"

"First, we are not living together, we are just renting together. Second, with Penny's understanding, I believe that sooner or later she will come up with a more complete "Sheldon User Guide"."

Ron had full confidence in Penny and was about to express his opinion when his phone suddenly vibrated.

After reading the content of the text message, Ron immediately stood up from the sofa with great energy: "Sorry, I need to leave."

"Hey, are you sure you don't want to see how Sheldon teaches Penny about gifts?"

"No, my Christmas gift has arrived and I need to take a look." After saying that, Ron happily put on his coat and went out.

"What a kid, receiving a Christmas gift makes him so happy." Sheldon said disdainfully, looking at Ron's back.

Downstairs, there was already a parked car, and Olof personally opened the warehouse door for Ron: "My dear partner, guess what Christmas gift I gave you?"

"Unless it's a man-portable anti-tank missile, nothing can make my Christmas happy."

"Uh... I said, this thing is really unavailable now," Olof's expression was a little embarrassed: "But I have prepared other good things for you. I believe you will like it. What do you think of this thing? Sample?"

Orlov took out a tube half as tall as the servant from the car and handed it to Ron. Not to mention, it was quite heavy.

"What the hell is this?"

"Type 97 individual cloud explosive bomb!" Orlov was extremely proud: "It took me a lot of connections to get such one. It has a large killing range and strong power. It meets almost all your requirements. How about it? This Christmas Are you satisfied with the gift?"

It’s a lie to say you’re unhappy, this is a cloud bomb! Even the single-soldier version is not as powerful as the crappy gadgets Ron usually plays with. In terms of power alone, it can explode almost all the weapons Ron has played with before into rubbish!

But Ron still pretended to be calm on the surface: "Are you sure you're not mistaken? Can this thing be used to fight tanks? At most, it can deal with light armored units, right?"

"But it is very powerful. Besides, what kind of mission will encounter terrorists driving tanks? If there is such a guy, you don't need to take action. The army will naturally teach them a lesson. At most, they are just bulletproof armored vehicles. Believe me, to deal with such a guy It’s more than enough for the unit…”

Orlov was still explaining the benefits of the Type 97 individual cloud explosive bomb, but Ron couldn't listen at all.

How could he explain this? There was no way to explain it. Orlov was right. Who would have thought that terrorists would drive tanks into the street, so Ron had to think of a solution on his own.

Unlike Los Angeles, in the Dominican Republic, in a seaside villa, Toretto is working on improving the V8 engine in his car.

"Did you spend the 100 million US dollars you got from Brazil on this?" Hobbs's voice suddenly sounded from behind: "It's not difficult at all to find you, Toretto."

"I'm not hiding." Toretto continued to fiddle with the engine without raising his head.

Hobbs walked around to Toretto and asked condescendingly, "What's life like as a retired international criminal?"

"I like it very much here. It's very peaceful. The most important thing is that there are no extradition regulations." Toretto was not to be outdone: "What do you do for a living? Officer."

"Last Tuesday, a convoy attacked a Russian military truck."

Toretto's hands moved for a moment, but he immediately returned to normal: "I never work in cold places."

"I know it's not you, but I want you to help me find this convoy." Hobbs got straight to the point and stated his purpose.

"What makes you think I will help you?"

"You're not here to help me." At this point, Hobbes finally showed a proud smile and placed the file bag containing Leti's photo in front of Toretto: "I believe that after reading the things here, you will ask for help. I."