Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"Hey! Arthur, pay attention, we are watching, what are you looking at?"

In a street cafe in Paris, Ron patted Guo Da on the shoulder in displeasure. They agreed that the two of them would come out together to keep an eye on the target, but it turned out that he was staring at the target alone, while Arthur had been looking at his phone. .

Come on, who is the boss?

"Sorry, this guy is so funny. I have never seen an astronaut treated so badly." Arthur shared the video on his phone with Ron, and the person on the phone turned out to be an acquaintance of Ron's.

In the video, Howard held the words "F. loops" (which means both fruit loops and "fuck me in the back") on his head, happily gesturing to the camera with his thumbs up.

In addition to the words, glasses and mustaches were drawn on his face with a marker, making him look like a large Mickey Mouse. Ron could tell at a glance that he had been tricked by other astronauts.

"Poor Howard~"

"Do you know him?" Arthur was a little surprised.

"Of course, he is my brother's good friend, and he is also the technical research and development department of our special operations team. Well, this is really funny." Ron also laughed unkindly at Howard's funny look.

"Of course, you haven't seen his last video, where someone made a funny face outside the window where he slept during a spacewalk, and then actually scared the guy so much that he screamed for fifteen minutes, haha."

"Look over there," Ron was mid-laughing when he suddenly spotted a familiar backpacker figure next to him and forced Arthur's head to that direction: "That's the backpacker who appeared at the fire scene!"

Ron just arrived in Paris yesterday, and before he had time to indulge, he received intelligence shared by the CIA. The office of the woman who stole the nuclear bomb was burned to a sea of ​​​​fire in Paris.

That's why he dragged Arthur out early in the morning to look for clues. This time, Ron didn't even bother to use his own information channels and ran out directly following the chubby girl from the CIA.

By the way, I don’t know if the CIA really has no one available, or there are some other reasons. For such an important task, they actually sent out the information commander who was Ron during the visit as a field agent.

"Look over there, it's the legendary CIA agent Ford!" Arthur was halfway following, and suddenly pointed to the side as if he had discovered a new road. When Ron saw it, it turned out to be the Ford who had a dispute with them at the CIA branch.

"I just said that the CIA would never be so childish as to just send a middle-aged aunt out to perform a task." Ron nodded with sudden realization: "I understand now. They sent a total of two teams, attracted by the legendary agent in the open. Attention, let the fat woman stare in the dark to see what they are planning to do."

Of course Ron checked Agent Ford's mission resume after he returned, but that resume was as scummy as shit. Almost half of the missions ended in failure. Ron could tell at a glance that those were forged, and he firmly believed , Agent Ford must be as powerful as he said. The reason is of course due to his crazy superstition of Guo Da's face, and this superstition even spread to Arthur.

Are you kidding? The missions of agents have always been a narrow escape. Except for top experts like Ron himself and his subordinates, who can treat those missions as a joke?

If Ford really failed as many times as it said on his resume, he would have died so many times. How could he have the chance to perform tasks as vigorously as he does now?

Thinking of this, a trace of contempt for the CIA flashed through Ron's mind: Who are you going to show such fake tactical deception to? Even the kids don’t believe it!

Well, if Ron's idea was known to the CIA's personnel department, he would probably feel a stomach ache from laughing. Even though Ron was so experienced, he never imagined that an agent would be so weak that his opponent would kill him without even realizing he was an agent. Are you being ignored by ordinary people after being knocked unconscious?

On the street in front, "Guo Da" was walking at the front as if nothing had happened. Behind him was the suspicious man who had appeared at the fire scene, and behind him was the fat woman who had just been chased out of the cafe.

Ford quickly found a beautiful woman to chat with. She was too far away, and Ron didn't know what they were talking about, but he still remembered the woman's face, and while he was chatting with the beautiful woman, he kept talking. The fire man following behind suddenly took action.

Taking advantage of Ford's unpreparedness, he switched his backpack with his own, but Ford didn't seem to notice it.

"This..." Ron's eyes twitched, and now he was at a loss for words. Being optimistic about his own things can be said to be the basic quality of an agent. Even if he can't do this well, can he be considered a legendary agent?

"Do you think it's possible that he has noticed the person behind him a long time ago and wants to play a big game of chess to lure out all the people behind him?" Arthur held his chin in thought.

"Yes! That's it!" Ron clapped his hands and said excitedly: "Why didn't I think of that? How could the famous CIA legendary agent make such a low-level mistake! Just watch, he will give those A resounding slap to the villains who look down on him.”

But the reality was not what Ron expected.

Before the other accomplices were attracted by Ford, the fat woman who used to sit in the CIA office rushed towards Ford like crazy, shouting "I pooped my pants!" while rushing back, so that others could make way for her. .

If there was a choice for the most disappointing agent of the year, Ron felt that she would be unanimously voted number one.

"This woman ruined all Ford's plans~" Arthur shook his head helplessly and sighed.

"Stop looking, let's follow them and give them some support if necessary." Ron patted Arthur on the back and followed him. He admitted that he was attracted to this "Guo Da" and started to poach him. thoughts.

Not far ahead was a square. An unknown singer was singing on the stage. The fat woman rushed to the stage and took the singer's microphone: "Ford! They have transferred your job!"

After hearing this, Ford opened his backpack and saw that inside was a time bomb with only ten seconds left!

"FXXK!!!" Ford quickly pushed away the people who were blocking him and threw the backpack into the river.

"boom!"

The bomb caused a huge splash in the river.

"BOSS, is that guy really a super agent?" Arthur was a little dumbfounded.

Which super agent would carry a backpack that others stuffed into him without even looking at it, and then walk up and down the street with a time bomb on his back, even walking into the middle of a crowded concert?

If an accident occurs, more people will die, right?

"We were wrong..." Ron shook his head solemnly.

"So Ford is a parallel import?"

"No, I mean he may be more sophisticated than we thought." Ron said with a serious face: "We all thought he just wanted to lure the snake out of its hole, but he thought further than us, and was even afraid that his opponents would not be fooled. Deliberately bring bombs to the most densely populated areas, do you remember the training course I gave you?"

Arthur nodded without knowing why, but Ron pointed to the river next to him.

"I have long said that an agent must not only have strong professional skills, but also have a kind of advance thinking. What I mean is that he may have memorized the entire map of Paris, so he is so confident in carrying that Back and forth with a backpack because he knows where there are rivers and other places where the bomb can be safely detonated!"

Most people may not notice this detail, but Ron did, because as he said, every time he went to a place, he would memorize the map of the destination in advance. This trick allowed him to escape many times in previous missions. Fatal crisis, I didn’t expect Ford to have the same habit.

Ron felt like he had really met his soulmate.

"Are you sure?" Arthur was still a little doubtful.

"Of course, you see, that's his result." At the corner of the stage, the fire man appeared again and took a photo of the fat woman who was still in a daze on the stage: "I guess he must have discovered that Ford has something else. Accomplice, hell, this fat woman ruined the Ford plan, let’s go and see what other stupid things that stupid woman can do.”

At this time, the small square was in chaos. Ron and Arthur were not conspicuous at all among the crowd, especially after they had done cross-dressing. Ron looked like a middle-aged British gentleman, while Arthur was Eun is dressed up like a Waldo comedian.

"I don't think we should follow so far, BOSS, we may have lost track of those legendary agents." Arthur said looking at the back of the fat woman who walked into the abandoned building.

The fire man ran in front, the fat woman chased after him, followed by Ron Arthur and two others hanging far behind. Finally, the fire man got into an abandoned building and disappeared, and the fat woman took out a pistol and got in too. .

"Yes, the rest has nothing to do with you. Your appearance can easily cause misunderstandings, so wait here and I will go in alone."

When Ron walked into the building, the fat woman and the fire man were almost at the top floor, so Ron had to speed up his pace. Finally, he stopped when he was approaching the door of the top floor. He heard footsteps and voices outside. It's very heavy. No doubt it's the fat woman from the CIA.

Ron poked half of his head out, and sure enough, the fat woman was nervously holding the gun and moving forward step by step to search for the fire man.

"What a fool for staying in the office for too long, he's right in the second door in front of you!" Ron couldn't help complaining again about the poor quality of the CIA's employees.

It looked like no one had been to this building for a long time, so the doorknobs of every door on the top floor were covered with dust. Except for the door that Ron noticed, there was an inconspicuous fingerprint on the doorknob. Ron You bet if the Fire Man wasn't hiding behind that door, he would have put the grenade in his mouth and pulled the safety.

Sure enough, as soon as the fat woman walked to the door, the fire man suddenly broke into the old door and threw the fat woman to the ground.

"Hey, I really didn't expect to see you here." The fat woman pretended to be calm: "I was just looking for my bird. It just flew away. Hey, Mr. Sandbag, are you there? Shhhhhh~"

As she said this, she whistled, but the fire man had no intention of talking nonsense with her, and took out his dagger to kill her.

"I have to give you a warning. I don't want to see such ridiculous bomb incidents again, understand?" The fat woman suddenly hooked her hand, and the pistol that had just been knocked off while rolling on the ground returned to her hand and pointed at the fire man: "Throw away the knife or I'll shoot!"

The fire man smiled sarcastically: "Really? I don't think you can shoot a gun. I think it would be better if you put bullets in the gun."

Ron was too embarrassed to watch anymore. What kind of beast is this? Even if this fat woman is a civilian agent, she won't act like this, right? Didn't you even notice that the magazine had been taken out?

"I guess the CIA's agent training must be similar to that of you girls playing house, right?" The fire man grinned and took a step forward, stretching his dagger forward to stab her to death.

The fat woman suddenly flew up and kicked his knife-holding hand, but the fire man was not such an easy character to deal with. She slightly retracted her hand, and was about to stab her instead of chop, intending to hit her fat legs first. Come up and bleed with a knife.

"Forget it, let's help out~"

At the critical moment, Ron picked up a stone and threw it hard at the fire man's face. The fire man heard the noise and turned his head to look, but his hand was just one step behind and failed to hit the fat woman's leg.

The fat woman's kick towards the dagger also failed, but she did not stop. Instead, she used the inertia she had gained to continue to exert force and kicked towards the middle of the fire man's legs.

"Crack~" is the sound of breaking eggs.

Ron's eyes twitched. Even if the kick didn't hit him, he couldn't help but feel pain in his balls for the fire man. Naturally, the fire man screamed in pain and clamped his legs.

The fat woman struck again with another kick, and kicked the hand holding the dagger. Under this force, the dagger actually pierced her body with her backhand. Ron saw that the fire man's face was deformed in pain, and the fat woman The woman took advantage of this gap to get up, stepped on his ankle, pressed his chest and pulled out the dagger.

Unexpectedly, the hand pressing on the chest was accidentally a little too strong, and actually pushed the fire man off the roof.

"No! No! No!" The fat woman stretched out her hand to pull him, but was a step too late. There was a loud thud of a heavy object falling to the ground. When she looked again, the man on fire had fallen downstairs, with a piece of construction debris on his chest. The steel bars penetrated it, and it looked like it would no longer survive.

"The reaction speed is too slow, and the strength is comparable to that of an average man, but the shots are not measured and have no win-win value." Ron wrote this comment under the photo of the fat woman in his notebook, shook his head and went downstairs first.

"How's it going? Boss, I saw the guy in the cafe just now died."

"Yes, that's right, so I suggest we go to Avenue Charles de Gaulle now?"

"Why go there?" Arthur asked puzzled.

"Because there are Chanel, CUCCI and all the other things that fascinate women," Ron sighed: "Believe me, if your woman knows that you have come to Paris, but does not find any of the above in your suitcase, With these brands, you won’t be able to be intimate with her for at least a week.”