Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"Hey, can you imagine? I've already bought swimming trunks, and he actually said no need to go. I've never been to Alba Dhabi in my life." Roman complained with a curse, and deliberately lowered his voice to prevent Ron from hearing it. increased the volume.

"He said someone would help him get his things back." O'Connor said without raising his head as he arranged his weapons.

"Almost all of his men are here. Except for the two lying in the hospital, you can't count on those two old men, right?" Roman squatted in front of O'Connor and pointed at the other sofa.

On the sofa over there, Mr. and Mrs. Smith were watching cartoons with Carl on the left and right. If you didn't look at Carl's uninterested face, they looked like a happy family.

After all, Carl would rather watch bloody horror films based on real events like "Chainsaw Massacre" than mentally handicapped cartoons. Unfortunately, this proposal was jointly opposed by the couple.

Ron felt that they might have assumed the role of Carl's parents.

Gizelle was sitting on the other side of the sofa, and Ron was lying on her lap with his eyes closed. He didn't know whether he was asleep or not. Anyway, Roman only dared to beep quietly.

"Dong dong dong~" There was a knock on the door. Taiji was about to open the door. Ron suddenly jumped up from the sofa: "Let me open the door. He is a very careful guy. If someone else opens the door, he will be unnecessarily embarrassed." superfluous thoughts."

Ron opened the door, and there was an unattractive, short Asian man outside. He looked like an honest chef in a Chinese restaurant. Roman had a question mark on his face. Is this man a delivery person?

Anyway, he didn't believe that such a person could get back something so tightly guarded, but Ron hugged him enthusiastically: "Hi, Guan Yuming, long time no see."

When he read his name, Ron used pure Chinese pronunciation. The Asian outside the door was confused by Ron's enthusiasm and hurriedly stuffed a small package into his arms.

"Here, what you asked for is now settled between us."

After saying that, he hurriedly wanted to leave. Ron quickly spoke to persuade him to stay: "Hey, are you really not considering coming to the United States to work for me? I can give you a very high salary, such as fifty thousand US dollars a month."

"Hey, is that guy stupid? Such a high salary just to hire a little Asian old man? With that kind of physique, I can fight ten by myself." Roman muttered in O'Connor's ear, but the volume was loud , everyone in the room could hear it, including Guan Yuming who was standing at the door.

Just as Ron was about to have an attack, he was pulled back by Guan Yuming and only turned to glare at him.

Do you still want to beat up ten people with this face? If it were in the Furniture City, Ron wouldn't even be confident that he could take down the opponent. To deal with such elites, at least an entire SEAL team would be dispatched.

"No, I don't want to have anything to do with your kind of work. Really, I don't want anything to do with it. If I didn't owe you a favor, I wouldn't want to come into this muddy water." Guan Yuming shook his head:

"I prefer a quiet life. My daughter is going to college in London. I have opened a Chinese restaurant in Chinatown not far next door. You are welcome to come and taste it when you are free. That's it. I'll leave first. I bought the nearest one. Flight back to London.”

"Here, what you asked for, now let's see where he is." After Guan Yuming left, Ron opened the bedroom door. Inside was a spacious electronics room filled with sophisticated equipment. Anonymous followed him His men have been waiting for him for a long time.

That's right, Ron and the others were in a secret overseas base owned by Anonymous.

"Okay, just for such a little thing, I got into so much trouble." Anonymous took the chip in his hand and looked around: "With all due respect, Ron, you really did a great job, I mean you and your friends All of us.”

"Now that my people have been arranged, everything is at your disposal." Anonymous put the chip back into Ron's hand.

"Ramsay,"

The female hacker stepped forward and Ron returned the chip to its original owner: "Activate this to help me find that bastard Deke."

Ramsay skillfully connected the chip to the computer, sat in front of a pile of electronic equipment that Ron didn't recognize, and started working. The nine displays connected to the electronic equipment simultaneously displayed different areas of the world map.

"I've hacked into the security network at the Etihad Towers, which is where we last saw Shaw, so we'll start there."

When Ron came to Abu Dhabi, Dyke Shaw also followed him, but he couldn't figure out what Ron was doing here, so he could only wander around Ron aimlessly.

So Ron thought of an unexpected move and asked an outsider named Dai Kexiao, Guan Yuming, whom he had never met before, to help him get his things back.

"Wait, what do those numbers mean?" O'Connor asked curiously.

"That's using a biochemical mapping algorithm to lock Xiao's appearance, and then searching through every camera, as well as all the audio equipment in this hemisphere..."

When talking about technology-related issues, the female hacker talked endlessly and was extremely proud, but Ron curled his lips in disdain.

Can we stop bragging? Did you research this yourself?

"Found it, he's hiding here!" Ramsey shouted in surprise, and the screen showed images of Xiao driving into a factory from different angles.

"An automated factory has no people and many places to hide. It's a really good choice, but with new technology there's nowhere to hide."

Anonymous sighed sincerely: "Congratulations on opening a new chapter in finding people. Maybe it won't be long before all of us agents will be unemployed."

"Okay, kids, it's time for you to set off and taste the fruits of victory!"

Anonymous initially said that he didn't care about Xiao's life and death, which was false. How could a terrorist with professional military skills wandering around the United States not have an impact on him?

He just pretended not to care as a bargaining chip in negotiating with Ron. Seeing that Xiao could finally be arrested and brought to justice, Anonymous was naturally extremely happy.

But Ron still felt that something was not quite right. How could he find it so easily? Is it too easy?

Based on Ron's knowledge of that cunning guy, it looked like he had left such an easily traceable trail on purpose.

Ron took a rough look at all the surveillance videos found by Ram Qi. Xiao almost walked under the camera without any cover-up in all his actions!

A wanted criminal who has been wanted by the British government for six years but has never been caught, is this what he is? Don’t even know how to make a basic disguise? No matter how he looked at it, Ron felt that there must be some fraud in it!

"Wait!" Ron stopped everyone who was about to set off: "Ramsay, can you bring up the recording of Deckard Shaw's previous call?"

"How is that possible?" Ramsey shook her afro quickly: "You said it was from before. Who would record him at that time? I can only monitor the latest phone calls and record him."

"Hey, what's wrong, man? Don't we go arrest Xiao now? Can't we just kick his ass hard?"

Taiji wondered, and everyone's eyes were focused on Ron at the same time.

"Okay, look," Ron called up the map of the entire area: "This location is very clever. If the US military base closest to here wants to send support, it will take at least an hour. In other words, once we If we are attacked here, it will be impossible to receive support in a short time.”

"So what? He's alone anyway, you won't be frightened, right?" Roman seized the opportunity and laughed quickly, but after being glared at by Ron, he quickly shrank back behind O'Connor.

"Is he alone? Or does he want us to think he's alone?"

"What do you mean, Ron?" The expression on Anonymous's face became solemn again. As a professional agent, he didn't need to say more, he already understood the seriousness of the matter.

"Look at this automated factory. Beyond the road that enters the factory, it is surrounded by endless desert. There is almost nowhere to hide."

"And he clearly knows that there are so many of us, searching from the outside to the inside, layer by layer. No matter how complicated the terrain of the factory is, it will be a matter of time before he is caught. I believe that an agent with intelligence will not Put yourself in such danger."

"And more importantly, a friend of mine, a friend that you and I both know," Ron gestured to the unknown person: "gave me a very interesting piece of information. Recently, someone was sending people through smuggling ships near Abu Dhabi." I guess it’s not because the US military plans to find private contractors to bring in a large amount of weapons and equipment.”

Ron glanced at everyone with sharp eyes. He was now completely convinced that there was definitely something wrong with this factory!

"Ramsey, can you call it out? Is there any video of the surveillance of this factory in recent days?"

"Wait a moment..." Ramsey sat back down next to the computer, his fingers flew on the keyboard, and he quickly started to operate: "The surveillance video in this area will be saved for up to 72 hours. My algorithm can filter out key information from it. You can What do you want to see?”

"Then show me the entry and exit of all people and vehicles in the last 72 hours."

"Right away... this is it." Ramsay hit the OK button. Before anyone else could speak, she exclaimed: "Oh my god, what is going on?!"

On the computer screen, everyone was stunned by the videos filtered out by the algorithm.

Ten cars, two armored vehicles and a large number of armed personnel had been lurking in the automated factory during the night a day ago.

If they had set off rashly just now, the consequences would be disastrous.

Anonymous was confused by the sudden appearance of a large number of armed men: "Who can tell me who these people are?"

"These are the guys who captured me, I remember this face!" Ramqi pointed at the black commander on the screen and shouted.

"Okay, next question, when did Dikshaw contact these extremist terrorists?"

"I can answer this question for you right now. Where do you think he has been hiding for so many years? The answer is right in front of you now."

Ron sighed: "I thought I could never find him before. He was in China and acted in sketches incognito, or he went to Australia to be an actor. Unexpectedly, he chose the easiest way to be discovered. , it seems that I think highly of it."

"Then what should we do now? Do you need me to go to the headquarters to call for support?" O'Connor asked.

"Impossible. The US military must not conduct large-scale military activities in this area. It will arouse the sensitive nerves of the world. Believe me, you absolutely don't want to see a world war happen," Anonymous refused without hesitation.

"No support is needed, we can handle it ourselves." Ron stared at the screen and licked his lips excitedly, looking like a villain.

Anonymous stared at Ron warily: "Don't try to get U.S. military equipment! If a large-scale U.S. military standard equipment appears during an operation, even a fool will know what's going on."

Ron rolled his eyes and said it as if he didn't know it without others. Which country in the world is looking for trouble on other people's land every day?

Of course, this must not be said out loud because it is politically incorrect.

"Okay, since the simple method won't work, then we have to use the more troublesome method." Ron clapped his hands and focused everyone's attention on himself: "Now everyone go to the nearby construction site to help me." They purchase steel pipes according to regulations, and if we remember correctly, the steel pipes on their construction sites are all from China."

"Wait! Ron, what are you going to do?" Anonymous suddenly felt a little panicked, and he suddenly had an unpleasant thought in his mind: "This operation has been registered with the Pentagon, and I won't allow you to mess around."

"Don't worry, except you, no one will know that it was me who messed up." Ron smiled mysteriously and turned to look at Toretto: "I heard that you did a good job in Brazil? Then I think you must still remember the use of 'V' That kind of weapon?"

"Of course I remember." O'Connor's eyes lit up.

Others also thought about it, aren't you V?

"You mean..."

"That's right," Ron nodded: "Since the standard equipment cannot be used, then we will use our own methods to blast that factory into rubbish!"

"Toretto, Letty, you two go modify the cars. I need five pickup trucks modified with launchers. Smith, you two go buy as many steel pipes and gas tanks as you want, as well as fertilizer and sugar."

Ron patted the soldier next to Nameless Doe: "I'm sorry, can you and your brothers be my workers for a while? I need a lot of workers who can weld."

"Ron, what on earth are you going to do!" Anonymous thought of the ghost in Brazil, the man who disgraced him and almost single-handedly incited the entire Brazilian rebel army and uprooted the intelligence system he had deployed in the gang. .

"Nothing," Ron's mouth curved in a beautiful arc: "It's just that if the problem cannot be solved using the regular army's method, then I think using the guerrilla method is also a good choice, what do you think?"