Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Uptown Fxxk is a single released by Martian Brother in 2014. It has dominated the Billboard charts for a long time. In the United States, it can be said that everyone knows about it. Even people who don’t like his music at least know it. There will be some impression, but not necessarily to an extremist terrorist who hates the United States to the extreme.

Ron specifically chose this song as a codeword because the pronunciation of UPTOWN in the chorus sounds like UPDOWN, which is the American version of homophone.

Therefore, the Americans understood what Ron meant as soon as they heard Ron sing. When Ron sang the chorus, he immediately fell down neatly, leaving only the terrorist and the president standing alone.

The current president is a black man, who stands in stark contrast to the yellow terrorists. There is almost no possibility of Ron firing the wrong gun.

"How are you? Are you feeling better? Bastard!" Hobbes asked angrily to Ron, who was lying on the hospital bed.

When Ron took the last shot yesterday, the terrorist actually shot Ron at the last moment. Ron's bullet hit the terrorist's head. The terrorist died on the spot, and the terrorist hit Ron in the abdomen.

Although the bullet was blocked by the body armor, the huge impact still caused Ron to fall backwards.

And this shot happened to be captured by reporters who rushed in without fear of death, so the news that the lonely hero Ron died together with the terrorists instantly broke the United States.

Before Ron could stand up and say it was okay, the soldiers around him swarmed him and rushed him to the hospital. Ron, who was lying on the stretcher, had an idea and simply pretended to be injured and sent the tragic hero to the hospital. Marketing to the max.

"Please, what does that little injury mean?" Ron rolled his eyes angrily: "If you didn't come to see me, it might be better now."

"Haha, that's not necessarily true. If it's a little more like what I just came in, you might be a little weaker when you come out of the hospital." Hobbs sneered.

"What are you talking about? Why can't I understand?" Ron said pretending to be confused.

"I'm talking about the female nurse I met at the door who left the ward just now! Don't tell me that the thing on the corner of her mouth was milk, damn it! Sooner or later, you will die as a woman."

Hobbes' tone sounded angry, but the further he went, the more Ron could hear the sour smell of lemon: "Thank you for your concern, but why can I hear a hint of envy in your tone?"

"Only a ghost would envy you!" Hobbes shouted with a red face. However, Ron didn't speak and just stared at him quietly. After a while, Hobbes was defeated: "Okay, I really envy you." I didn’t expect you to be able to easily find a nurse in a hospital. I never found one when I was hospitalized before.”

"It's not a nurse, it's just a friend of mine. She thought maybe I would like the nurse's uniform." Ron recalled Hope's madness just now, and the more he looked at Hobbs, the more eyesore he felt: "I guess you didn't come to the hospital because of what you wanted." You are just gossiping about my hospital life. In that case, you might as well go home and watch two short movies. Tell me, what happened again? "

Hobbes looked serious: "Something has indeed happened, Ron. The Nameless One has disappeared, and no one can contact him now."

"Isn't that guy missing often? I thought you were used to it." Ron said in a accustomed tone.

"No, this time is different. He didn't leave any clues, and there was no mission report. This is unreasonable. Besides," Hobbes shook his head and took a careful look at the door to make sure there was no one before speaking slowly. Said: "Do you remember Mike? He is the top master of the Secret Service?"

"Why don't you remember? If Mike were here, this matter wouldn't be so troublesome. He would definitely not be able to handle it. At most, it would be a little more tragic than what I am doing now."

"Mike was transferred out of the Secret Service, and now he is also a member of your IRS," Hobbs said in a low voice: "I seriously suspect that someone is going to be detrimental to the president."

"Who else have you told this to?" Ron suddenly sat up from the hospital bed and asked alertly.

"No, I only told you."

"That's good," Ron breathed a sigh of relief and said seriously: "If you still want to live a good life, don't say anything like this to anyone, and stop here with me."

"I know." Hobbes was startled by Ron's serious look and agreed quickly, but he quickly realized: "Wait, why do I have to listen to you?!"

"You don't listen to me, but you listen to the current situation," Ron sighed: "Hobbes, we are good friends who have known each other since the battlefield. This situation is far more special than you think. Use your brain and think carefully. Just think about it, how can those second-rate guys break through Washington’s air defense system and invade the White House?”

"If the White House was really so easy to invade, we would be part of the Soviet Union by now~"

Hobbs only looked honest on the surface, but in fact he was not stupid at all. No one who could sit at the top of the three major intelligence agencies was a real fool. He immediately figured out the key.

"You mean..."

The expression on Hobbs's face became more and more horrified, and Ron nodded: "Yes, I mean, people from the Pentagon are likely to be involved in this series of attacks on the president. As for the reason... I guess it is Do you want to support a new president who is willing to provide more military spending or arms orders?"

This reason was what Ron guessed at first, but after having an in-depth chat with Anonymous on the night of the White House incident, he changed his mind.

After being reminded by Anonymous, he noticed one thing, that is, since the founding of the United States, even though Jewish capital has almost controlled the entire American economy, the position of president has always been held by Onsa people, and there has never been a Jewish president. .

And behind these arms dealers who are doing things behind the scenes this time, without exception, there is the shadow of the Jewish consortium.

Finally, this nation is not willing to stay behind the scenes, but plans to come to the front? No wonder there are such outrageous proposals as "Purge Days".

If the Onsa people or other races are not allowed to die more, how can the Jewish consortium come to the forefront?

But there is no need to talk to Hobbes about these issues.

"Ron, how are you? I heard you were injured!" Two hurried figures rushed in at the door of the ward, it was Caroline and Max.

"Of course, the bullet hit my abdomen, and I fainted at that time. Come, let me take a good look at my wound." Ron rolled his eyes at the big man who had been sitting next to him and said, "Hob Si, can you buy me a cup of coffee? It’s best to go a little further away. It doesn’t matter if you don’t have to come back in such a hurry.”