Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Ron's great memory recovery technique was indeed very useful. Immediately, Agent Stiles recalled that he still had a drug-trafficking income of about $50,000 that he had not reported on taxes.

Of course, Ron didn't make things difficult for him. He just levied a 50% personal income tax on him, plus a 49% special food tax. In addition, Captain Ron, an upright and honest man, didn't charge an extra cent from Agent Stiles. money.

After taking care of this creepy agent, Ron once again focused his attention on the arrogant woman just now and smiled kindly. The woman felt her scalp numb and even a little warm between her legs. She was so scared that she peed. .

"Don't come here! What are you doing?! I'm the prosecutor, you can't mess around!" The woman backed away with a look of horror on her face, but she bumped into Hobbs after taking only two steps, and then was picked up like a chicken again. Throw it back the same way.

When Ron saw Da Le, he became even more addicted to playing the villain. He simply imitated the appearance of the villains in the movie, licked his lips in a very perverted way, and looked back and forth at the woman lustfully: "You know, like us This kind of person who is a gangster always has no principles. I suggest you be more honest, otherwise, I can't guarantee what will happen next."

With that said, Ron unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt and pulled up the collar, revealing part of his strong chest muscles.

At this time, if we followed the routine of the movie, the woman would have to act scared or panicked, but what Ron didn't expect was that instead of continuing to be frightened, the female prosecutor suddenly started to look excitedly at Luo En and Hobbes glanced back and forth at the muscular chest and licked their lips.

"What a good thing?! Which one of you comes first? Or together?" The woman tore open her top in surprise, revealing a large white collar, and her provocative eyes glanced back and forth at Ron, as if she wanted to eat Ron alive.

Ron Sihao had no doubt that if there was a bed next to her, she would immediately throw herself on the bed. She almost forgot that this is the United States with open folk customs, and her appearance is... no exaggeration. In other words, he is not much worse than the younger version of Leo, and can be regarded as the type of public lover.

With his good looks, he threatens to harm women. It's hard to say whether it's a threat or a reward. At the very least, judging from the appearance of this female prosecutor, she should be a carnivore.

"No one wants to have sex with you! You bitch! Tell me about your collection of illegal money, otherwise I will let you get the same treatment as Stiles!" Ron threw it to the woman angrily The prosecutor had a notebook: "Now, write down your personnel list and all your records of collecting illegal money for me!"

Hobbs was shaking behind the female examiner. He was suppressing his laughter. Ron glared at him fiercely, but Hobbs had long been immune to this.

Ron's tax collection work went very smoothly, but to his regret, none of the people he caught this time had a Golden Circle tattoo. According to the female prosecutor, they were just non-staff members of the Golden Circle organization, and he was the only one. The gunmen who were found, that is, the two policemen who died, were considered insiders of the Golden Circle.

Of course, it's not without gains. At least Ron has added some substantial income to this quarter's performance.

And just when Ron was annoyed that he had not found any more clues about the Golden Circle, the missile defense system in London, England, that was originally controlled by the military, suddenly lost control and became paralyzed.

In the shocked eyes of the technicians, dozens of short-range missiles placed on the mainland by unknown people seemed to be in an uninhabited land, dragging long scratches in the night sky and landing accurately on all the ace agents. Secret station.

"Boom!" The British citizens were able to witness a wonderful and grand fireworks show, and buried under the fireworks was Britain's most elite intelligence system: Kingsman.

Mycroft Holmes, who had mastered this elite force and was holding a virtual meeting using virtual glasses, watched the virtual images in front of him disappear one after another, but it was not until an hour later that he received the news that the Ace Agents had all been wiped out. information.

"Who did it! I want to know who did it!" Even Mycroft, who has always been calm and calm, couldn't help but slap the table angrily: "Who dares to launch missiles in the UK? Who is he?! It is challenging the authority of the British Empire! It is a signal to start war! Who is it!"

"No... I don't know. Our intelligence system has all been paralyzed. Now we don't know anything." The secretary fearfully allowed Mycroft to smash things on him, but he didn't even dare to breathe, let alone Went to pick it up.

After a while, Mycroft finally finished venting: "Okay, how many agents have we lost in total? Are there any left?"

"At present, all the ace agents in the UK, except for Agent Eggsy and Merlin who are on leave..." The secretary glanced at Mycroft to make sure that he did not continue to throw things, and then continued: "Some of the aces in the United States The agents were not affected in any way because the data was not stored together. Do you think we should activate the doomsday response plan?"

"Haha, doomsday response plan?" Mycroft couldn't help but sneered: "It was obviously Prime Minister Churchill's back-up plan to deal with the resurgence of terrorism, and now it was forced out by a group of unknown guys. It's simply ridiculous. !”

"Then we won't activate the plan for the future?" the secretary asked tentatively.

"Not enabled? If not enabled, why don't you go and find this group of people?!" Mycroft glanced at his men: "Tell Eggsy and Merlin to open the doomsday safe."

"Yes, I'll go right away."

"Wait!" The secretary was about to leave when Mycroft stopped him again: "Before they go, I should find another helper for them."

Mycroft picked up the phone, struggled a few times, and finally dialed Ron's number. At this time, Ron was having a drink with Hobbes, celebrating the small fortune he made today.

"HELLO, Mycroft, what's the matter?"

"I have bad news to tell you, Ron," Mycroft said in a serious tone: "Our ace agents were attacked with missiles by unknown people a few hours ago and were all wiped out."

"And such a good thing?!" Ron couldn't hold back and laughed out loud: "Wait, didn't you say you wanted to tell me some bad news? What else?"

Huhu~

Mycroft took two deep breaths before he managed to calm down. Chatting with Ron was really a test of his patience. He felt that every time he called Ron, he lost ten years of his life: "I'm just telling you bad news. Listen, this group of people can target us, and they will also target you. I think we need some cooperation..."

Sorry, something happened again here yesterday and we were busy until midnight.

Recommend a friend's book "Urban: A song at the beginning that shocked everyone"

"Dear Blue Star Entertainment Godfather, may I ask how you are doing lately."

"The situation is quite good, but can you please stop looking for me to represent you?"

Snacks, drinks, clothes, shoes, even Durex came to him.

Hey, sometimes it’s not good to be too popular. Li Mu sighed.