Daily life of an American TV drama agent

The discussion about who is the weakling has not yet come to a conclusion. The hospital welcomes two new guests: Arthur and Hank, which makes Ron's lungs almost explode.

"Who can tell me what happened? Is mummy the most popular costume this year? But there are still several months before Halloween!" Ron looked like Hobbes, wrapped like a mummy.

Arthur also shamefully wore a neck brace.

"So, Deckard Shaw did this too, right?"

The two nodded together. Arthur could only move his head slightly due to the neck brace, but it was clear that he was nodding.

"Why are you being treated like this when you obviously have the same face as Deckard Shaw? I'm really ashamed of your face." Ron was furious.

Hank said ashamedly: "It's not Arthur's fault. He became like this because he wanted to save me. Someone sent a package to the base with a bomb inside. If Arthur hadn't realized something was wrong and snatched the package away, now I’m just a puddle of scraps on the office floor.”

Ron nodded. It's really no wonder that Arthur was so useless. Faced with such a situation, this was already the best result. But before Ron could speak again, a group of "Jie Jie Jie" monsters came from behind. Laughing, the source is none other than Hobbes.

Hobbes gloated: "Hahaha, Ron, your base was also blown up. How does it feel? I guess it must be great."

Ron then realized what Hank said and shouted to the sky: "FXXK! My base!"

Ron was angry, and the consequences were dire.

Two hours later, in the hospital conference room, all of Ron's men: Andy, Gizelle, Mr. and Mrs. Smith, Carl Jr., Hank and Arthur in wheelchairs, and Toretto's group all arrived. together.

In addition, there is Hobbes who is also in a wheelchair. If these people didn't look murderous, they would have thought it was some kind of patient care meeting.

On the big screen in the conference room was a picture of Deckard Shaw, which made Arthur look a little uncomfortable because Karl had just asked "Is this your twin brother?"

"Deck Shaw, a former British Special Forces assassin, is the kind of person the government will never admit to hiring," Hobbs started to explain, but was interrupted by Toretto.

"Underground action figure?"

"It's worse than that, they created a monster!" Hobbes said angrily: "They originally used Deckard Shaw to do bad things, also known as the White Glove, but later they felt that he knew too much and turned into obstacles, I have the idea of ​​​​killing him."

"Then what?" Gizelle asked.

"Then, they sent twenty elites to try to make him retire, but those twenty elites were all killed. Since then, there has been no news about Xiao, and no one knows where he is hiding. "

Hobbes continued to explain, but what he didn't mention was that among the people who were chasing Dyke at that time, there was even a senior agent from the tailor shop. Of course, Hobbs's level may not have access to this level of intelligence.

Therefore, even Ron felt his head was pounding. He took out his mobile phone, edited two text messages and sent them out. He now needed some off-site assistance.

"Then how do we find him?" Toretto asked.

Hobbs spread his hands helplessly: "The official answer is that you can't find him and you have to wait for him to find you. MI6 spent 6 years and failed to find him.

He's a bastard who does everything he can! So I ask that from now on, you work in pairs at least. "

"No!" Toretto did not accept Hobbes' suggestion. His eyes were full of hatred: "He killed Han! He almost killed my family!"

Today, an old friend I haven't seen for a long time came to visit him, and he also received

"He also wants to put me in a body bag, so when I get out of the hospital I will definitely pack him up and make him wish he had never been born, but until then, my official answer is, leave it alone." Hobb Si persuaded.

Toretto shook his head: "You know I can't do it."

"I can't do it either, so I'm taking over this case from now on," Ron finished texting, put away his phone and stood up: "From now on, I'm taking over this case."

Ron put his hand on Hobbs' shoulder: "From now on, you will have a good rest in the hospital. I promise to catch that bastard for you."

Hobbes looked up: "Promise me something."

"What?"

"If you catch him, kick his ass for me!"

"Of course it's no problem," Ron turned and walked to the door: "Then, let's end the meeting. Let's go back and prepare our luggage. Maybe we need to go on a long trip, brothers."

The two text messages Ron just sent were sent to Jane Doe and Peggy respectively.

The former helped him apply for full authority to arrest Deckard Shaw, but the condition is that he needs to help the military find the invention that can monitor all mobile phones and cameras, and can use algorithms to find anyone in the world through the camera.

Of course Ron knew about this heaven-defying technology, but what he knew better was that the real developer of this technology should be Peggy, not Ramsey as the nameless person said. He needed to know whether his actions would harm Peggy. Make an impact.

To this, Peggy’s answer was:

"Don't worry about my skills. In fact, I got a Trojan horse in that girl Ramsey's computer, and she hasn't noticed it until now. That stupid girl still naively thought she invented this algorithm."

…

On the outskirts of Los Angeles, an abandoned old warehouse became brightly lit again for unknown reasons. However, because no one lived nearby, no one noticed the abnormality here.

A cool-looking Bumblebee drove to the door and stopped. As soon as Ron got out of the car, a small red dot appeared on his body.

"Relax, my guys," Ron opened his hands to show that there were no weapons in his hands. He did not mean any harm: "I am a guest invited by Anonymous. Hey, is this your way of hospitality? Anonymous .”

"Yes, he is my guest." A handsome old man with a kind smile walked out of the warehouse and waved to the roof. The little red spots on Ron's body disappeared immediately: "Sorry, my friend, I was drinking just now. Beer, all of them know that I don’t like to be disturbed when I drink, so I got a little nervous, can you forgive them?”

"Thank you, I knew you would be able to forgive them." Before Ron could speak, Anonymous grabbed his neck affectionately and walked into the warehouse: "Would you like to have a drink with me?"

In the warehouse, all the large machinery that originally existed here disappeared, replaced by various weapons and electronic equipment. Anonymous walked to an oak barrel and picked up a glass of beer: "Priest beer flown from Belgium, I want a glass of it." To be honest, I think these priests are the most enjoyable people in the world."