Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Three hours later, Rajesh and Howard had circled the mat countless times and exchanged at least 10,000 trash talk. Leonard even fell asleep standing for a while. These two people actually Miraculously, I didn’t even touch each other!

What kind of fighting is this? Ron's heart was broken. With this time, as long as I have enough ammunition, I can kill a division of people!

Okay, that may be a bit exaggerated. When Howard used a roll to dodge a feint from Rajesh, his calf still brushed against Rajesh's arm. Other than that, Ron could swear that there was no contact between the two. What other contact.

"Oh my God, what's a worse way to spend a Friday night?" Ron screamed to the sky.

"Don't forget, this is your idea." Leonard complained sharply, hitting the nail on the head.

"You know you can't win, right?"

"No, I know I won't lose!"

"You are wrong, you will fall into the Mousetrap sooner or later, you pathetic fool!" Rajesh shouted. Ron had heard similar words so many times tonight that his ears were numb. .

This guy is still obsessed with the name Rat Demon. Ron also saw him secretly walking around in the sealed laboratory while he was resting. Ron guessed that he probably wanted to catch that rat. Try biting yourself with a mouse.

"If there is a mousetrap, wouldn't it belong to the Rat Catcher?"

"Just because my expression is wrong doesn't mean my point of view is also wrong! You nagging clown, you narcissistic brainiac!"

Seeing that a new round of mutual taunting was about to begin again, Ron finally lost his patience: "I'm hungry. Do you want to go get something to eat together? Leonard?"

"Of course." Leonard agreed readily.

"Wait, Ron, Leonard!" Howard shouted quickly: "If you go out, who will decide the outcome? Besides, you will miss so many wonderful quotes from superheroes. Don't you think it's a pity?"

"No, I just feel lucky." Ron said nothing and walked out of the gym with Leonard, leaving only two confused little otakus in wrestling uniforms standing on the mat staring at each other.

After looking at each other for a while, they began to hesitate whether to go to dinner together. Finally, Rajesh spoke first: "Hi, Howard, are you hungry?"

"A little bit, how are you?"

"I have a point too, otherwise our duel will end here today?"

"Of course. If I don't agree first, I will win this duel." Howard was unwilling to give up his determination of the final outcome of the game.

"Why did you win? You have never defeated me until now."

"You didn't hit me either."

"Yes, so we are tied. In the previous courage test, I defeated you, the score was 1 to 0, so I am a superhero and you are a follower." Rajesh laughed happily: "As a rat demon Assistant to the hero, what nickname are you going to call me? Mouse kid or pest kid?"

"You are dreaming, I am not your assistant, I am a superhero..."

Behind Ron, the two people started a new round of circles, but he was no longer too lazy to care about these two guys.

Sometimes she really couldn't figure out whether people like Sheldon Howard were smart or stupid.

On the one hand, he could clearly understand the principles of such complicated formulas, but on the other hand, he worshiped this purely fictional story as if it were the Bible. Ron swore that his mother worshiped God no more than this. .

But the irony is that while Sheldon laughs at Mary's religious beliefs, he wears T-shirts of The Flash or Superman every day, and the comics are stored in the bank's super safe like the holy relics of the Holy See.

Isn't this a new form of religion?

The next day, in New York, in the CIA's new cold storage base, Hobbs summarized the several Sever's men captured by the camera yesterday.

"Let's take a look at the first photo first," Hobbs pointed to a photo and said, "This guy is the guy I met today when Deckard Shaw and I were chasing Toretto together."

The photo showed a bearded white man with a fierce look on his face. He looked to be in his 30s.

"Yes, that's him," Letty suddenly stood up, pointed at the photo and said bitterly, "I've seen this person before. It turns out that when Irving and I were working together, Irving was often in contact with this person."

"Okay," Hobbes made a note, and then pulled out the next photo. This was a fierce old black man with no hair, but his eyebrows and beard were completely white.

"This guy looks familiar to me, but I just can't remember where I've seen him before? Does any of you remember him?"

Genius hacker Ramsey raised his hand: "Me! In Arabia, the warlord who kidnapped me and wanted to get the Sky Eye system from me is this man. Although I don't know his name, I will never forget this face. .”

Hobbs was halfway through writing in his notebook when he raised his head: "So, Toretto has ruined Seve's actions twice? It's not just once as we thought at the beginning. It's no wonder she will be so ruthless this time. He wants revenge not only on Toretto, but on all of us."

"You made a mistake, not twice, but three times." The door of the conference room opened, and Ron walked in under everyone's surprised eyes.

"Remember the big drug lord you killed during that operation in Brazil? A big drug lord who controlled the entire Brazilian drug market and transported drugs to the United States for sale only had a deposit of 100 million U.S. dollars. Don't you think that is too little? Is it okay?"

"I dare say that he earns more than this a year. Even if you include the part of the activity funds it uses to bribe the police and officials, it shouldn't be the only thing left on hand. I found information that its funds The money was transferred back and forth through several unidentified accounts, and was finally consolidated into a confidential Swiss bank account."

"Welcome back, Ron." Hobbes walked over and shook his hand, handing Ron the notes he had written down.

Ron unceremoniously took his notes and sat down on the main seat: "How is it? Has the signal been found on the signal tracker that Toretto took away?"

"No, the signal is too weak. I have used all means, but I haven't tracked it yet." Ramsay and Taiji shook their heads together.

"Well, if you haven't found it yet, you can try to search carefully in the northwest of Russia."

"Northwest? Why there?"

"Did I say that none of you watch the news?" Ron turned the screen to the news page: "Just eight hours ago, a group of Chechen militants captured an abandoned shipyard in northwest Russia.

Of course, this abandoned shipyard is only Russia’s official statement. The group of terrorists in Chechnya are very smart, and they will never do anything insignificant, so I guess there must be something special there that can attract them. "

"Something special?" Hobbes lowered his head and was silent for a moment, then showed a look of realization: "You mean..."

"Yes, that's right, that's what I'm talking about. That boathouse must be a special dock for the Russian military to maintain nuclear submarines. There is at least one nuclear submarine parked there now, and I'm sure there must be something on this nuclear submarine. missiles with nuclear warheads.”