Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"How are you handling it?" the woman asked while washing up before going to bed. Opposite her, leaning against the door frame and drinking whiskey, was Hannes, who was his wife.

"Still processing."

The woman frowned: "He injured my brother and used your name to encourage your supporters to attack the British military camp."

"Yes, yes, I'm sure that these were done by the Chinese. I have read Huaxia's books. From beginning to end, he used things from "Historical Records" and "The Art of War". Except for Huaxia, Man, no one can do it!”

"Don't worry, there's nothing I can't solve." Hannes took another sip of whiskey, drank the entire bottle, and said confidently.

Guan Yuming: I am not a Chinese person~ I have embarrassed the Chinese people.

"You are so conceited sometimes!" the woman complained, "I'm going to London to live with my daughter."

"I really don't think that's a good idea." Hannes turned the whiskey bottle over from the sofa in the bedroom and poured it hard into the glass, trying to squeeze out the last drop of alcohol, looking like a roadside drunk. appearance.

He has not been an alcoholic for many years, but the recent pressure caused by Guan Yuming has been too much. First, he bombed his office in London, and then severely injured the person he sent to capture him.

Even if he escaped to his farm, he would not be able to survive. When his men went out to do business, they disappeared quietly and have not been contacted until now.

Finally, tonight, Hannis had just received news that several British military camps on the border between Ireland and Northern Ireland had been attacked to varying degrees, although they had been pushed back by reinforcements.

But the worst thing is that almost all the attackers were Irish soldiers, and they all shouted the slogan "Irish King Hannis". Even his former comrades in the IRA kept sending text messages asking him what he planned to do. Time to cause trouble.

Just now, he had just persuaded those old guys who were ready to move back. Those old guys have been out of touch with this era. No one understands better than him who works in London how powerful the seemingly weak Britain is. Strength.

He could guarantee that the text messages exchanged between them just now were all monitored by the British intelligence agency. Maybe MI6 agents were heading to their residence now.

Thinking of this, Hannis felt a little uneasy. He shouldn't appear on the assassination list, right? Probably not. At least, they will use their status as a famous family to stabilize the situation, right?

perhaps?

"I'm not asking for your consent, but I'm just letting you know that he is unlikely to know where our daughter lives, and his target is you, not me." The wife yelled angrily.

"The question is, since he knows the location of the farm, why doesn't he know about our daughter's home in London? Do you want to involve our daughter in this matter? I don't think there is any need to take this risk."

"Then as you said, let you handle it." The wife compromised feebly. Just as she was about to go to bed, she suddenly sat up from the bed alertly: "Wait a minute, what is this sound?"

"Sound? What sound? Why didn't I hear it?" Hannis drank a little too much and his reaction was a little slow. Even if he listened carefully, he didn't hear anything particularly strange.

"Listen, no, look!" His wife suddenly pointed to his newly opened bottle of whiskey, and saw the amber liquid in the bottle swaying back and forth rhythmically, like on a violently rocking ship.

"Is it an earthquake?" Hannis finally regained some consciousness. He put his hand on the bedroom wall, feeling the vibration outside, and then suddenly raised the bedroom curtains: "No, it's our cow! Our cow was let out!" "

"Where are the people! Send someone quickly to see what's going on with our cowshed?! By the way, drive all my cows back!"

Hannis opened the window and shouted to the bodyguards outside, but as soon as he finished speaking, he saw the most shocking sight in his life.

I saw the cow running wildly into the manor, and for some reason, a huge flame suddenly appeared from its body.

Then with a huge roar of "boom", the flesh and blood body exploded directly into pieces. The blood and fire light turned into enchanting dark orange blood flowers. The bodyguards who were about to drive away the cattle were immediately bombed. The man fell on his back and his horse fell over.

There were even several bodyguards who were not directly killed by the shock, but still had the body parts of cows scattered in the explosion.

The cousin who worked as a bodyguard for Hannes was lying under his window holding his stomach, with a cow's hoof stuck in his stomach!

"Run quickly, that life-threatening Chinese is here again!" Hannis had just finished shouting when he saw an even more shocking scene from the window.

Outside the gate of the manor, a British military-style off-road vehicle parked at the door. Stepping out of the vehicle, two soldiers wearing British military uniforms with oil paint on their faces, and the berets on their heads clearly told their unusual origins. .

This is someone from MI6! It's the British who want him dead!

"FXXK! It's the British! The British are here to kill us! Let's go through the back door! Then drive straight onto the road back to London!"

Hannes yelled, and the alliance dragged his wife and ran to the back door, where a car had been hidden for him to use for escape at any time.

"Did you see it? The power of Sun Tzu's Art of War is so powerful. This move is called Fire Ox. Have you learned it? Guan."

Ron casually shot the bodyguard at his feet who was still alive, and proudly showed off his knowledge of Chinese culture to Guan Yuming.

Guan Yuming, following Ron's order, taped a plastic bomb under the belly of each cow, the same type that killed his daughter.

In Ron's words, this is called blood for blood, tooth for tooth. Now he fully appreciates the pleasure of revenge.

"Yes, this is indeed much more convenient than sneaking in slowly. Let's hurry up and make sure Hannis doesn't run away!"

Guan Yuming urged that he was happy, but he still had a little regret, that is, Hannis had not yet caught the initiator of his daughter's death, the real mastermind of the London bombings.

"Don't worry, let's just clean up the garbage here first," Ron said with relief while fixing the gun on the bodyguard: "You don't really think I just went to the forest to pee, do you?

Don't worry, there's only one road back to London from here, and I've already done my homework there. We have plenty of time, or should we go on a big adventure at Hannes Manor? See if you can find the vault he hid or something? "

Although this operation was for humanitarian aid (Ron believed it, but Hannis did not think so), Ron still did not give up any possibility of making money.

The pound is much more valuable than the dollar, and the euro is not bad. It would be even better if you can get some gold by the way. There is almost no traceability of this thing. If it is lost, it is lost.

For example, the time in Thailand made Ron a big windfall.

"No, Ron, Hannis is a serious British official. He also has a company in his name that can help him launder his income, so all his property is in the bank account, and we can't take away a penny." Guan Yuming He explained helplessly.

Ron's money-hungry character is simply hopeless.

Guan Yuming said regretfully: "If you want money, I can give you my restaurant in London. Anyway, after such a big thing happened, I don't plan to stay here anymore."

"Tch~ How much is your restaurant worth? Besides, didn't you already give it to your old sweetheart?" Ron winked ambiguously: "What's her name? I think her surname is Lin. ,Is it right?"

Ron remembered the woman he had met at Guan Yuming's house. Guan Yuming handed her the transfer contract and a series of information about the restaurant in front of him. The relationship was not simple at first glance.

"Don't talk nonsense, Lin Baoyi and I are just good friends and confidants for many years." Guan Ming explained in a panic.

"Tch, an explanation is a cover-up, and a cover-up is the truth." Ron cleaned up and found that there was no one alive, and sat back in the car.

"I guess you must have been determined to die before handing over these properties to her, and the way she looked at you was clearly filled with love. There's no need to deny it, Guan.

I have dated dozens of girlfriends, and I can definitely tell the meaning of this look. "

Ron has no shame in admitting that he is a scumbag.

"But as far as the current situation is concerned, it seems that you can't die. Have you ever thought about what to do in the future? You can't live with the sadness of losing your daughter forever."

As he said that, there was a violent explosion on the highway in the distance, and a smile appeared on Ron's lips. It seemed that the fish had bitten the hook, and now it was time to reel in the rope.

With a slight twist of the key, the car immediately started and drove towards the place where the explosion had just occurred.

"Yes, you are right, and with such a big thing happening, I can't stay in the UK anymore, but I can't just leave. My affairs may implicate Lin."

Guan Yuming said troubledly that his thoughts were still stuck in the traditional Chinese man's mindset. Although he did not have any commitment, he still had the thought of wanting to be in a position of responsibility.

Ron Tuqing saw: "How about you follow me to the United States? You can also take Lin with you and follow me to Los Angeles. I promise that no one will do anything to you in my territory."

After talking so much nonsense, Ron has only one real purpose, and that is to bring Guan Yuming to the United States.

Regarding Ming's skill, Ron saw it in his eyes and remembered it in his heart. Naturally, he had nothing to say. If he were a few years younger and empty-handed, Ron would have to spend a lot of effort to deal with him.

Coupled with his excellent hands-on ability and the tactical literacy of being from the world's number one army, he is much easier to use than all of Ron's men. It would be great if he could take him back and become his own man.

"No, Ron, thank you for your kindness, but I no longer want to live a life of fighting and killing. I just want to find a place to spend my old age, and miss Xiaofan and the others for the rest of my life." Guan Yuming decisively declined Luo Well intentioned.

Speaking of which, Ron's off-road vehicle happened to drive near the explosion site, and the car Hannis used to escape had already been blown over by the bomb that Ron had prepared in advance.

Ron glanced away. Hannis in the driver's seat was hit by multiple steel balls from the bomb. He was already dead when the explosion occurred. Only his wife was left struggling to crawl out of the car.

Ron parked the car directly next to it.

"Please, don't kill me, don't kill me! Please!" The woman's eyes were full of pleading. Guan Yuming didn't know why, but his heart softened.

"Ron, how about we let her go?"

"Haha, let her go? Did you stay in a peaceful place for too long and put your head on the show? Off?" Ron laughed twice, suddenly kicked the woman, and suddenly took out the woman's hand. The pistol kicked away: "Do you think she will let you go?"

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I don't dare to do it anymore! I have a lot of money, and I can give it to you, as long as you don't kill me! Hannes did everything, and I don't know anything!" The woman was trampled by Ron's hand and screamed like a slaughtered pig. However, this time even Bian Guan Yuming had no sympathy.

His sympathy had been exhausted by the woman's action of drawing a gun just now.

And Ron had already stuffed the cold gun into the woman's mouth: "Listen, you have benefited from the things Hannis did, good or bad. Did you tell the families of those who were killed by him? Have you ever said sorry to them, or given them the dirty money Hannis earned?"

"No!" Ron scolded fiercely, and issued the final judgment to the woman: "Since you, as his wife, benefited from following him when he did those things, then when revenge comes, you will go to hell with him. !”

"Bang!" There was a gunshot, and a bloody hole appeared in the back of the woman's head, and then she fell down. Guan Yuming also collapsed to the ground as if he had lost all his strength.

"I think it's better for you to go to the United States with me. If you don't want to live a life of fighting and killing, I can arrange a job as a cleaner for you in my office. If you still want to open a restaurant, there is one nearby. As a facade, I can also lend you the chef from my base."

"He is a very good chef. You can exchange cooking skills when you have time. I have two other old guys who are older than you. They are both easy to get along with. Maybe you can form a senior citizen club. , but you will definitely become the envy of them, because they are all bachelors."

Ron extended his hand to Guan Yuming again, but this time, he didn't refuse, but placed it on Ron's hand and stood up.

"Okay, I agree, but I have one last request. Can Lin come with me?"

"Of course." Ron agreed happily.

He knew that his senior citizen club had become a club. It was unknown what kind of sparks would be created when these old men met together, but what was certain was that this must be the most ferocious group of old men in the entire Los Angeles.