Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"Uncle Pritchett, I have something to deal with at work, so I'll excuse you for now." Ron apologized to Pritchett and left the sports ground, making a few more phone calls as he walked.

An hour later, everyone at Toretto's car repair shop arrived, including the Smiths who were on vacation, including Ron's retirement club.

Except for Leti, who was sitting in Toretto's car and looking at the photo in a daze, everyone was looking for clues left by Toretto, trying to find the message Toretto left for them to prove that Toretto did not Rebellion was just a joke on them.

"Letty, are you okay?" Ron asked worriedly, patting the hood of the car.

I didn't know it was a good thing if I didn't ask. After asking, Letty suddenly became violent like a beast that was awakened. She pushed the car door and slammed Ron into the wall: "It's all your fault! Ron, if you hadn't let me Hobbes takes him to Germany with him, and nothing will happen to him! Everything will be just as it was before, fine! You ruined everything!"

Ron had the opportunity to push Leti away, but out of guilt for Toretto, he did not do so. Instead, he gently pushed Leti away: "Calm down, I will definitely take responsibility for Toretto's affairs." .”

"Now who can tell me where Hobbs is? I want to know the specifics of this operation." Ron looked around, but did not find the big man.

"He was arrested by the German police on charges of terrorist attacks. Toretto crashed his car and took away the electromagnetic weapon. I still can't figure it out. What's the use of that thing?"

In Toretto's absence, O'Connor automatically took over the position of team commander: "Taj just checked Toretto's call records. There are many incoming calls whose numbers cannot be found. We plan to start from here. Ramsey has already started to crack it. Those weird calls are coming, I guess they are from burner phones, as long as we confirm their location..."

"No, these numbers should be the result of a jammer. The numbers remain unchanged, but the signal traces are covered up through some kind of micro-router." Ramsey turned from behind the computer: "This also means that that person has better technology than me. Much more advanced, and while I don’t know Toretto, let’s face it, he’s been in contact with some stranger.”

"He attacked Hobbes and stole electromagnetic weapons..."

Halfway through, she couldn't bear the slander against Toretto. Letty angrily stood up, but was pushed back to the stool by Ron. Ron himself walked up to Ramsay: "Girl, of course When you say something bad about someone, don’t be too busy. That person even saved your life!”

Ron's body was full of murderous aura, and Ramsay was so frightened by Ron's aura that he sat down on the sofa. His pleading eyes turned back and forth on the two licking dogs, Roman and Taiji, but no one paid attention to her.

Ron looked around, and almost everyone had a ghostly expression on their face, which was in sharp contrast to the people he brought. However, it was undeniable that if this group of people was guided properly, they could cause quite a stir. energy of.

"Don't worry, this matter started because of me. I promise you that I will definitely get Toretto back. And, like all of you, I deeply believe that it is absolutely impossible for Toretto to rebel. Don't forget What are we? WE ARE FAMILY!"

Ron stared at everyone with bright eyes, but obviously not everyone bought his words. Roman jumped out as the first thorn: "To put it simply, we don't even know who Toretto is contacting. How are you going to find it?"

"Of course we started looking for him from Hobbes. Since you have returned, I guess Hobbes has almost been extradited now. He was the last to meet Toretto, so he might be able to tell me some different clues. "

The top federal prison is completely different from Shawshank Prison and is a place dedicated to detaining felons who endanger public safety. So far, only two people have successfully escaped from here.

Even with Ron's status, it was not easy to get in. However, just when Ron arrived at the door and was about to make a phone call to smooth things over and sneak in, he happened to see a new prison van parked at the door. Hobbes, who was wearing prison uniform and with his hands and feet shackled, was driven out of the car by guards.

Ron went straight up and sent him to the guard with his IRS work ID. He walked directly to Hobbs with a mocking look on his face: "Have I ever told you that orange really suits you?"

Before Hobbs could reply, two people walked out of the prison. It was none other than Anonymous and his assistant: "That's what I was about to say just now. Hobbes, you have been charged with terrorist attacks, treason, and dangerous driving." There are a total of fifteen charges, and it’s really you, what else do you want to say?”

"I just want them to help me change into a bigger pair of pants. These are too tight and really don't fit me." Hobbs straightened his crotch pretending to be relaxed.

Ron rolled his eyes. How long has it been? Can we stop bragging? You have the nerve to brag about your size?

Anonymous looked at Hobbes and then at Ron: "Dear Mr. Ron, if you are here to say goodbye to an old friend, just send it here, and we will take over the rest."

"Who told you that I came to see you off?" Ron first pretended to be surprised, and then pretended to be serious: "Mr. Hobbs, our IRS found that you have a record of large-scale tax evasion, and we need to take you to IRS prison. We are conducting an interrogation, please cooperate."

With that said, Ron was about to pull Hobbs away, but as soon as he moved, the soldiers around him immediately pointed their guns at him, and Nameless Doe applauded proudly from behind.

"Sorry, Ron, you are late this time. Hobbes has been arrested by us. If you have any objections, you can file a complaint with the NSA, but I cannot guarantee that your complaint will be accepted, because you We suspect that you have the motive to assist him in escaping from prison."

"Okay, now that you've seen it, I'll just confess," Ron ignored the gun pointed at him and spread his hands: "I'm just here to help him escape from prison, so what are you going to do? Do you want to Lock me up with him?"

"No, we will only ask you out in the name of obstructing official business. Please, Ron, it would be too ugly if my people do it."

Anonymous pointed to the soldier next to Ron, the smile in his eyes could not be concealed no matter how hard he tried.

What could make him happier than seeing Ron, who had always been proud, crumble in his hands?

But soon he couldn't laugh anymore, because a black shadow mixed with the sound of wind grew louder and louder in his eyes, until it hit his eye socket, he realized that it was a fist.

"Ouch!" Wumingshi screamed and fell to the ground.

And Ron raised his hands in a show-off manner: "Everyone, I just attacked an important national security personnel. The crime is unforgivable. Do you want to lock me in with this big guy?"