Daily life of an American TV drama agent

After taking care of the two armored vehicles next to him, Ron looked up and observed the opponent's convoy. The convoy that was originally advancing in one column was split into two parts because of their intrusion.

One part is Ron's convoy that is chasing Bourne, and the other part is the armored truck equipped with the Aries system, which is being tracked by Toretto.

Immediately, the road ahead came to an end and extended into two different paths. The large truck drove into one of them with other major convoy vehicles, while the armored vehicle carrying Bourne drove down the other path.

"Toretto, I'll leave that to you, I'll go after Bourne."

"No problem." Toretto's clean reply came from the intercom. After hearing this, Ron immediately increased the accelerator and chased the armored vehicle in front. Just when he was about to catch up, Ron grabbed Ramsey. hands on the steering wheel.

"Wait, are you crazy? I'm not very good at driving!" Ramsay quickly tried to retract his hand like a frightened rabbit, but Ron's hand was like an iron pliers, holding on tightly. Hand, she failed to achieve her wish.

"Left foot clutch, middle brake, right accelerator, it's that simple, believe in yourself, the power is in your heart." Ron patted his chest, smirked and pulled Ramqi to his seat, while he opened the car door and put the He stretched out his whole body, pushed hard with his feet, and stood on the roof of the car.

At this time, the armored vehicle in front sensed something was wrong. The roof lid of the vehicle was opened. A soldier was holding an assault rifle and was about to fire at Ron. Ron had already drawn the gun at lightning speed and pulled the trigger. pistol.

The movement was done in one go, as if he had never pulled out the gun. However, the soldier on the roof of the armored vehicle had a bloody hole in the middle of his forehead and fell into the armored vehicle.

Seeing this, Ron quickly patted the hood of the car under his feet: "Now, put it on for me!"

"What?"

Ramsay was stunned and suspected that he had heard wrongly. Ron could only repeat: "Don't worry about anything! Hit me!"

Ramsay gritted his teeth and stepped on the accelerator to the end. With the car itself being much faster than the armored vehicle, the car hit the armored vehicle's butt. The huge inertia made Ramsay hit the steering wheel.

Ron took this opportunity to jump, and with the help of inertia, he hung his body directly behind the armored vehicle. Then he grabbed the roof of the vehicle with both hands and flipped hard. He successfully jumped onto the roof of the armored vehicle and took out a small round ball from his waist. The ball was thrown in along the roof cover of the car.

"Be careful of grenades!" Ron yelled, and the soldiers in the armored vehicle immediately panicked and looked for bunkers to hide. One even opened the window and jumped out. Naturally, he fell to pieces, and his head was hit by Ram from behind. Qi accidentally ran over it.

But in the armored car, when Ron shouted to be careful about the grenades, Bourne felt inexplicably not panicked. A strange sense of trust came to his heart. He believed that Ron would never ignore him.

Taking this opportunity, Bourne suddenly attacked and punched the soldier who had just held his pistol against his head in the stomach.

The soldier screamed in pain and immediately fell to the ground with his waist bent like a shrimp. At this time, the fuse of the ball dropped by Ron was burned out.

"Poof~" The ball emits a burst of dazzling white light, and it turns out to be a flashbang! Before the explosion, Bourne closed his eyes in advance with a clear conscience. His eyes were just not hit by the flash bomb. Now is the time for him to perform.

With quick eyesight and quick hands, Bourne pulled out the dagger from the belt of the fallen soldier. Before the soldier realized that he had lost something, his throat became cold and blood spurted out from the main artery in his neck.

Before he could splash blood all over Bourne, Bourne had already left his previous position, and with lightning speed, he quickly slit the throat of another soldier, but his luck only ended there.

As time went by, the effect of the flash bomb became weaker and weaker, and other soldiers who gradually recovered their vision quickly swarmed up, preparing to deal with Bourne together.

But they forgot that there was Ron above them, who was watching everything in the car eagerly.

Seeing the other soldiers' fists getting closer and closer, Bourne rushed towards the driver without any fear. Just when the fists were about to hit him, Ron finally moved.

"Bang bang bang..." After a burst of gunfire, except for Bourne and the driver, no one was left alive in the car.

"Quick! Stop the car on the side of the road! If you still want to live!" Bourne put the dagger to the driver's throat, and the driver obediently stopped the car on the side of the road.

"Well, I wasn't completely sure before, but now I can see that your skills have indeed deteriorated." Ron jumped in from the roof cover of the car: "Has your memory not recovered yet?"

Bourne shook his head.

"Well, I thought that after these few days of stimulation, you could recover a little bit. It seems that I overthought it. If your memory does not recover, what are you going to do next? Do you want to go back to the United States with me? "

Bourne shook his head again: "No, I haven't recovered any memory now. I think someone will definitely come to me. I think I need a quiet enough place where no one will disturb me to have a good rest. I had a dream last night, and my dream self told me this, do you have any good places to recommend?"

"China and India, the former is the only place that the CIA cannot reach. There is also the Chaoyang Mass, the world's strongest intelligence organization. All actions of the CIA will be invisible in their eyes,"

Ron took off the backpack behind him and handed it to Bourne: "The population of the latter is dense enough and chaotic enough. With your skills in India, no one can track you. How about the specifics? It's up to you to choose. Choose well. You don’t need to tell me the result after that, just go and do it yourself.”

Ron had prepared the backpack before he left for the trip. It contained two passports and a full backpack of U.S. dollars. No matter where Bourne was going, the money was enough to live comfortably for a long time.

Bourne held Ron's hand in emotion and wanted to say a lot, but when all the words came to his mouth, they turned into a simple word: "Thank you."

"Go ahead. When you regain your memory, you will know how to find me." Ron opened the car door, and Bourne took a deep look at him before turning around and getting out of the car, disappearing at the end of the road.

"Hey! Isn't that the person we came to rescue me? Why did he leave again?" Ramsay, who finally struggled out of the crashed car, asked strangely.

"Because he is about to embark on a journey of redemption to find himself." Ron said nonsensically: "What's going on with Toretto?"

"You won't believe it when I say it. Jacob actually rebelled again just now. He and Dom teamed up to kill the mastermind behind the plan to use him to snatch Aries."

"Oh? Really? There is a mastermind behind Jacob? Who is that person?" Bourne casually punched the armored vehicle driver who was preparing to escape and asked with interest.

"I don't know, Toretto said, that was a man covered in a white robe. According to Jacob, the organization he belonged to seemed to be called Aideen." Ramsey said indifferently.

However, the speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention. Ron's heart moved, Aideen? Isn't this the mysterious organization we met during the British special operations?

Including this time, Ron had met with them three times in total, and each time was unpleasant.

The first time was because of the loss of biological and chemical weapons. Ron and Hobbs Decshaw launched a special operation to track the mastermind behind the scenes. That was the first time Ron heard the name of this organization.

The second time was the doctor's family that Ron was forced to protect. During that operation, he met a master who wore a white ninja suit and could split bullets with a samurai sword. He was also a member of Aideen.

The third time is now, of course. This may also be the fourth time, because the group of scientists doing human experiments at Fort Detrick may also be people who love Dean.

Ron found that this group of people was like a stick stirring up trouble. The main reason was that such a major event that threatened the world must be indispensable for this group of people. What was even more frightening was that they did not look like simple terrorists.

They have their own scientists, their own companies, and even extend their tentacles into the political arena. They are among the politicians in many countries.

Ron now even seriously doubts that there was Aideen behind the previous terrorist attack on dignitaries around the world in London and the group of Korean soldiers who attacked the White House not long ago?

After all, Washington and London are among the best metropolises in the capitalist world. Various security measures and intelligence agencies protect the cities like iron barrels. If it were so easy to sneak in and cause trouble, the whole world would have been there by now. Under the leadership of the Soviet Union, Intner was realized.

Even if these people spent money to bribe senior British and American officials, or like the United States, it is not impossible for terrorists to get involved with the military-industrial complex, but the question is, who connected them? And let them trust each other?

These things alone may seem to be accidental, but if you look at all the things together, there is no way to sum them up in the word coincidence.

"Wait, Ron, where are you going?" Ramsey Jian Ron stepped out of the car without saying a word and couldn't help but ask loudly.

"Of course I'm going home ~ I haven't been back for a long time," Ron shrugged, casually smashed the window of a car on the roadside, opened the door, skillfully pulled out the wires, and started a fire: "Tell Toretto, Taiji and Roman Baoding were rescued by people from the International Space Station. The next time Musk’s spacecraft transports supplies, they will be brought back. Don’t worry, when they come back, we will have a dinner together. Goodbye~”

Ron waved at Ramsay and drove away in his car. After saving the world for so long, he was already ready to return home.

In Pasadena, in that familiar and warm little apartment, friends gathered together again, but it was different from usual. The table was filled with various documents.

Sheldon, wearing a green hat, was calculating the amounts on the documents one after another, while filling in various data in the forms in his notebook.

The green visor hat he wears is very special. It is the kind brought by accounting auditors to block incandescent light. Generally speaking, when everyone sees a hat of this style, they will immediately think of accountants.

With Sheldon's efficiency, these documents were quickly cleared on the table.

"How is my financial situation? Sheldon?" As soon as Sheldon stopped writing, Raj immediately asked with concern.

"OK, let me put it this way, do you have a rope and a bench?"

"Of course."

"Then you might as well hang yourself."

"Oh my god, is my financial situation really that bad?" Raj asked in disbelief.

As soon as he finished speaking, the door to the apartment suddenly opened and Ron walked in.

Howard greeted him warmly and asked what everyone was thinking: "Hi! Ron, long time no see. Where have you been during this time?"

"I said I went to save the world, do you believe it? In order to save the world, we also equipped the car with a rocket engine and sent two unlucky guys into space." Ron immediately opened the refrigerator and took a bottle of Lone Star beer. , took a big gulp: "What are you doing? Playing house with Sheldon? Accounting games?"

"Hey! We're not playing house!" Sheldon complained dissatisfiedly: "It's Raj. We didn't know that he had been living on his father's money for so long. I plan to become independent from today. So he asked me to help him look at his financial situation."

"How bad can his income be if he has a job?" Ron asked casually as he found a comfortable seat to sit down.

Sheldon picked up the account book and said: "His rent and car rental costs are extremely high, plus he likes to eat out and shop..."

"Wait a minute! The shopping you are talking about doesn't mean the clothes you bought for yourself, right?" Ron looked at Raj's unchanging sportswear, with a strange expression on his face: "Look at his outfit. The kid in Slumdog Millionaire looks more like a poor kid.”

Raj smiled awkwardly.

"As far as I know, the things he bought were gifts for girls." Howard said with a mean smile.

"That's almost it, because the shopping lists I saw in these receipts were all from international luxury brands such as Hermès and Gucci. I couldn't find a single piece of clothing like this in Raj's wardrobe, and his credit card debt was astonishing."

"Credit card debt?" Ron looked at Raj in surprise: "Isn't your credit card bill always paid off by your father for you?"

"Uh..." The smile on Raj's face became even more embarrassing: "I also have an emergency backup card that I pay for myself to pay for some special expenses."

"Special expenses? For example, an emergency at the Los Angeles Zoo?" Byrne, as a senior tax bureau official, found the most distinctive one from a pile of documents: "What happened to you at the zoo? "

"I adopted a penguin," Raj said seriously. "They lost their home due to global warming, but my car consumes one liter of oil every three kilometers and can survive."

"Okay, then you must have a lot to talk with that environmentally friendly little Bichi from Sweden," Ron rolled his eyes helplessly: "I think you need a professional financial manager to take care of your lavish spending. "