Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Ron drank his coffee in one gulp, and a call came in from an unknown British number on his phone.

"Merry Christmas, Ron, this is Mycroft Holmes." On the other end of the phone was a rational and calm voice. This was the first time Ron heard this voice: "Although we haven't met yet, I believe You must have heard something about me from my brother, right?"

"That's right, but I think you definitely don't want to hear the words he said about you again. By the way, Merry Christmas." Ron stood up, and this call really surprised him.

"Besides, I don't think I'm a big shot worthy of a senior British official calling me personally to congratulate me on Christmas. Are you sure you made the right call? Do you need me to tell you the phone number of the White House?"

"No need, I'm just looking for you, Ron Lee Cooper." Mycroft said firmly: "The best IRS agent in the United States, right?"

"That's right, it's me." Ron accepted Mycroft's compliment without any politeness, and put on the tone and accent commonly used by British nobles: "With all due respect, Your Excellency, I am not a person who is good at talking in circles. , so is there anything you can tell me directly?"

"I think you should know that your friend Hobbs is leading a group of men to track our black ops defector Owen Shaw in the UK, right?"

"Hmm~"

"I would like to ask you to take charge of this arrest operation with him." Mycroft directly explained his purpose.

"Why? I want to know why? You should also have a group of good agents in the UK, right? For example, that tailor shop," Ron puzzled: "And Hobbes himself is also a very good agent, so why did he come to me again? ?”

"I don't want that stupid bear to mess up London and not be able to catch anyone in the end." It was obvious that Mycroft had a very bad opinion of Hobbes.

"Then I think you should have heard of my style, sir." Ron laughed dumbly.

Hobbes can at least take care of the local government's face, but Ron doesn't care about anything, no matter where he goes? It’s always been fried like a chicken and a dog.

"Of course I know, but it's better than letting people run away. If it weren't for the tailor shop and it's currently training new employees, I would never trouble you."

Mycroft is obviously very good at negotiating: "Of course it is not without benefits. After I can authorize you, I will give you the greatest convenience in your actions in the UK. How about it?"

Mycroft threw out a not very attractive bait. To Ron, it was almost indifferent, but he had originally planned to intervene in this matter.

Perhaps it would be a good choice to intervene in this matter through Mycroft's invitation?

"I can only say that I will go along and have a look, but the result cannot be guaranteed, if it is still too late."

Ron said lightly: "With Owen's intelligence, it is impossible not to know that he quickly moved to another place after committing the crime."

"If you have time, I will arrange the nearest flight to pick you up."

Mycroft quickly agreed.

Ron shook his head. He didn't believe a word of what Mycroft said just now. He definitely had some other motive.

Ron felt that only Sheldon, who had all the talent trees in his talent tree and was a worldly person, could handle such a level of human spirit as the Holmes brothers.

But that didn't stop him from getting involved.

"Turkey, I won't eat with you. I suddenly have something to do and I have to go to England. Goodbye, everyone."

Half an hour later, Ron got on the fastest flight to the UK at Los Angeles International Airport.

…

Late at night, there is an abandoned old factory on the streets of London.

"Interpol caught one of Shaw's men in Moscow," Hobbs said while standing on the stage, pointing to the bald man in the distance who looked somewhat similar to Toretto.

"I gave her psychological counseling and he revealed Xiao's hiding place."

Gizelle asked, "Then why don't we act now?"

Before Hobbes could answer, a voice that surprised him suddenly said: "Yes, that's the question I want to ask too."

Ron walked past the police blocking the street and came straight to Hobbs.

"Because I want to lure the snake out of its hole!" Hobbes replied angrily: "Ron! Why is it you again? Didn't you say you are not interested in this case?"

"I just don't want to be with you, a stupid bear," Ron said, "Actually, I am now a special security adviser to the British side and have the right to intervene in everything that happens here, so please report to me what is going on now. How about that? Agent Hobbs."

The expression on Hobbs's face was as if he had eaten a fly: "Did you see that bald head? That's my bait. He's carrying a communication device. I'll let him first confirm whether it's Xiao inside. Then start taking action, so that you won't be as reckless as you."

"Did you see those policemen outside? It was all arranged by me! Even if he gets wings today, he won't be able to fly out from here!"

"Haha," Ron sneered: "So did you remember to scout the terrain here before encircling him?"

"Reconnaissance terrain?" Hobbes was a little confused: "Do you think this is a battlefield? It's not a war, I'm just here to catch a terrorist!"

"That's right," Ron took the telescope from Gizelle and looked around. A smile appeared on his lips unconsciously: "But don't forget that your opponent has returned from the battlefield."

"So what?" Hobbes began to have a bad feeling in his heart.

"Listen, Big Bear," Ron threw the telescope into Hobbes' arms and pulled Gizelle back.

"If I were Owen, I would install remote-controlled bombs on the load-bearing beams of these platforms and detonate them when I escape from here.

Believe me, these bombs will keep you confused for a long time. By the time you react, I will have already escaped. "

Hobbes' expression changed. If this were the case, all the arrangements for tonight would basically be considered a reimbursement.

However, this was not over yet, Ron continued to undermine Hobbs' confidence: "Also, who told you that Owen was hiding here?

Don’t you think this news comes too easily? Like it was put out deliberately to attract your attention? When did you become so stupid? "

Ron sighed, shook his head, and pushed Gizelle to a safe area.

This place is not within the range of load-bearing support. It is a corridor connected to another building. Ron is sure that there is absolutely no bomb down here.

And Hobbs's face was already very ugly: "Send someone in immediately to check the load-bearing structures here. Don't let anyone go!"