Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"That's right. Max really likes drinking. I almost believe it. However, this still can't explain the smell of alcohol on you two that is exactly the same as in this cup, so this reason is not sufficient."

Ron sniffed the smell in the cup again and said with great certainty. Luke's expression remained normal, but a slight panic flashed across Manny's face. Ron immediately caught him, so Ron was ready to choose Manny. Ni as a breakthrough.

"Where's Man, how are you going to explain?"

Ron glared, and his murderous intent was released a little. Manny was immediately frightened and couldn't speak clearly: "I...I didn't drink beer, I drank Bordeaux red wine..."

"Manny!" Luke yelled quickly, but it was too late, Manny had already done it.

"Let me guess," Ron said with a playful smile: "There must be many of your classmates hidden in a certain room on the second floor, right?"

Manny's face became paler, but Luke's expression remained the same as before. Even Ron couldn't help but admire in his heart that his mental quality is really good, and Ron couldn't help but feel a sense of comparison. In his mind, he continued to test:

"But you have ignored one problem. Those children will never stay quiet. Even if I don't do anything and just wait here, they will be free to move around in a short time. Now even if I say so, you still have to Do you stand by your statement?"

"Luke, let's do it all, let's..."

Just as Manny was about to speak, Luke quickly covered his mouth: "Hey, we have nothing to do with you. We just heard some noises in your house, so we came over to see, Uncle Ron, is it possible that it was your former girlfriend?" Are your friends coming back to party again?”

Luke said as he sneaked towards the door. Ron looked at his reaction and felt even more satisfied.

Ron took a step to the side, blocking Luke's way. Just when Luke thought he was going to be scolded by Ron, Ron unexpectedly said happily: "OK, you don't have to sneak around my door, prepare to sneak away." Let's go, I declare that you are qualified."

"Qualified? What qualified?" Luke was confused.

"You passed the test." Seeing that Luke still had a puzzled expression on his face, Ron continued to explain for him: "Your mother was worried about your going to college before, and she even wanted me to write it for you. Letter of recommendation in case you fail to learn in the future.”

"Oh my god! How could my mother do this? Does he have so little confidence in me?" Luke pouted dissatisfied.

"Please, our whole family has no confidence in you. Don't you know what your grades are?" Manny rolled his eyes and complained: "Your grades are not even as good as Hailey's. You should be thankful to God if you can successfully obtain your high school diploma." .”

What Manny said was heartbreaking, but it was true. Luke's performance level was basically on the same level as that of physical education students, but she was not a physical education student herself, and she had never participated in a competition or achieved any outstanding results. score.

Of course, coaches from various universities will not waste their precious spots on such an ordinary person.

Therefore, Luke going to college has become a constant problem.

When Ron and Claire discussed this topic before, they had suggested that Luke go to secret service school, the same school where he, Hobbes, Bone and others graduated from. No matter how bad his grades were, as long as he passed the assessment You can enroll after an official interview.

Ron happened to have a part-time job as an examiner.

"Wow! That's so cool! Luke, if word gets out, we'll definitely be able to get a lot of girls!"

Like all high school students bursting with hormones, Manny's first thought was to pick up girls: "This way we won't have to hold parties just for the two exchange students in the future. There will be countless parties inviting us to!"

The same goes for Luke, but he was grinning sillyly and didn't notice the smirk on Ron's lips.

"Don't be so excited. You just passed the preliminary psychological test. Going to the secret service school is not that easy. You still need to pass many tests. Speed, strength, agility, observation, and logical thinking are all missing. No, the most important thing is that you have to learn to fight with bare hands and use various weapons. Have you practiced any sports skills before?"

"Well... I often play trampoline with my dad. I can do many kinds of moves on the trampoline."

"Okay, that means you don't have any foundation at all." Ron shook his head helplessly: "It seems that you will be very busy during this holiday, but these are things later. The first thing you have to do now is how to deal with Claire. .”

After Ron finished speaking, the door opened again, and Claire and Goliath walked in.

"Hey Ron, when did you get back?"

"I just came back not long ago and received a smoke alarm message at home, so I stopped by to take a look. I leave this to you, ladies." Ron walked to the door and turned back to wave to Luke: "Tomorrow at nine o'clock in the morning, The place where I took you to shoot before, I will hold a small test there, don’t forget it.”

Claire thought: "Luke, has Ron told you everything? Are you willing to go to that special school? Before you make a decision, I have to remind you that despite Ron's repeated assurances to me, This is still a dangerous job, and I would rather you be like other kids, even if you go to community college, I don’t want you to be in danger.”

"It goes without saying, Mom, I want to give it a try. Besides, Uncle Ron is still alive and well..."

Outside the door, Ron, who heard the conversation, showed an imperceptible smile on his face and walked towards the car.

Early the next morning, at the underground training ground of the IRS Special Operations Team, Ron had not yet arrived, but the three little guys had already arrived. They were led to a special room by Andy and then left. The three young figures We can only stare at each other here.

"Hey! If you laymen want to shoot at the target like you usually do, go quickly and don't hang around in front of me. It's an eyesore!" Karl was the first to speak and said in a bad tone.

"We are not here for target shooting today, we are here to participate in Ron's agent training. Gallagher, my God, it's already half past nine, why hasn't Ron come yet?"

Although Karl and Lukmani were students at the same school, they didn't talk much either at school or at Ron's training ground.

It can be said that they have disliked each other for a long time. Carl looked down on Luke and Manny's pampered ways of being rich people, and Luke and Manny also looked down on Carl's street gangster demeanor.

However, the unkind tone failed to scare away Manny and Luke. Manny straightened the collar of his suit in a serious manner and looked at his watch. He looked like an elegant British gentleman, which made Carl disgusted.

"Agent? Just you? Haha." Carl couldn't help but sneered when he saw Manny's chubby figure wrapped in a British suit.

"Hi! We were invited here personally by Ron."

"To be precise, Uncle Ron only invited me, and you had to follow me." Luke said helplessly.

However, before Manny could speak, Karl suddenly put on a fierce face: "I don't care why you came here, just listen to me, young men from rich families."

"A secret agent is not the kind of house-playing game you see in Hollywood blockbusters. It is an extreme job that hovers on the edge of life and death at any time. Only by putting everything aside can you survive the mission, like you. If you are an inexperienced rookie, you should go home and drink milk!"

However, what the three little guys didn't know was that while the three of them were arguing with each other, Ron could see their performance through a one-way glass.

Ron was not late, but hid behind the glass to observe them and commented on the performance of the three of them.

"What do you think of these three little guys? Do you think they have the potential to become top agents? Arthur."

"I think only Carl will have a chance. The other two should go back to college as soon as possible." Arthur was obviously not optimistic about Manny Luke: "A person who can't even shoot a gun accurately is not qualified to be an agent."

"This is not necessarily true. Don't forget, Karl has been training here since he was a child. He touches the ball more than he touches the pen. It is a matter of course that his marksmanship is better than the other two. We should pay more attention to their other Potential." Hank expressed a different opinion.

"Are you talking about potential in other areas?" Arthur sneered and threw three files in front of Hank, which contained the physical test data of the three children in school: "Look at the performance of these children in school. That little fat guy actually took 30 seconds to complete the 100 meters! At this speed, even my grandma could easily hit him without reading glasses. Let him become an agent and simply die. Do you hate that kid? Hank."

"Idiot! Didn't you listen to the boss? What he wants is an agent. Don't hold these children to your killer standards! Agents are different from killers. Sometimes, they don't even need to fight. More importantly, other In terms of talents, I noticed that the little fat guy has a good literary level, and his poems have even participated in competitions."

"Really? Then you'd better pray that when a bullet is fired at him, he can bend the bullet by reciting a poem, otherwise you can only hope that his body fat can offset the kinetic energy of the bullet."

"Hey! Hey! I just want you to discuss your views on the children. Don't be so excited, okay?" Seeing that his two men were about to start a quarrel, Ron quickly stopped it:

"I admit that compared to Manny, Carl, who has performed missions with us, looks stronger, but as Hank said, agents are not all brave and fierce. Manny's inhumanity His harmful temperament will also make him an excellent agent, and this temperament will allow him to easily blend into any situation."

"But why are you limiting your discussion to comparing Carl and Manny? Would you like to share your thoughts on Luke?"

"The academic performance is at the bottom. This child may not be very good at studying, and his appearance is not outstanding. He looks ordinary."

"The sports performance is average, not bad but definitely has nothing to do with excellence. The only bright spot is that the balance is good."

Arthur and Hank talked to each other, and they were surprisingly unanimous in their evaluation of Luke: mediocre.

But Ron doesn't think so. It's just mediocre. When applied to ordinary people, this evaluation may seem slightly mediocre, but when applied to agents, it may actually be an advantage.

Being the center of attention like Manny is not necessarily a good thing. On the contrary, he is more likely to be targeted. On the contrary, characters who are unremarkable and may even be ignored at a glance are often more critical. effect.

More importantly, Luke's excellent psychological quality is not reflected in this information.

"Then let's wait and see and see which of them will perform better."

Ron said, pressing the button on the table. A disturbing alarm sounded in the room where the three people were waiting.

"What's going on?" Manny said in panic.

As soon as he finished speaking, Luo's voice rang in the room: "Children, have you seen the three boxes in the room? Open it and take out the contents."

The three men opened the box as instructed and took out three strange-looking bags.

"You may not know this thing, let me introduce it to you," Ron continued in a joking voice: "This thing is called a body bag. Each of you takes one and write your name on the bag, as well as your immediate family members. Contact information of relatives, because you may be stuffed into this bag and shipped out soon."

"What!" Manny was shocked: "Didn't you say this was a test? Why did I die here?!"

"Uncle Ron, we were wrong, we shouldn't have had a party at your house, please let us out!"

Of the three little guys, two were already in a panic. Only Karl picked up the bench and threw it at the door of the room. However, the bench had no effect other than making scratches on the door. The door was far bigger than expected. Stronger in the middle.

"Please, this is an agent test. Do you think it's a house game in school? In the agent test, the only outcome for those you eliminate is death. Only the person who survives to the end is qualified to become an agent."

"Have you packed up the Death Chamber we checked last time?" Ron blocked the microphone with his hand and turned to Hank.

"It's been cleaned up and safety measures have been installed," Hank said with a worried expression, "But wouldn't it be too cruel to test these children with the secret rooms designed by those perverts? Even if there is really no danger."

"No, this is not cruel at all. Don't forget, no one on the battlefield will sympathize with the opponent. If they really become agents, others will only be more cruel."

Ron shook his head and took away the microphone: "You will be thrown into a secret room in a moment. Only those who come out of the secret room will be recommended to the Secret Service School. I solemnly remind you that this is with you in the amusement park." The secret room is different. If you are not careful, you will really die~

So now, the testing begins! "

After Ron finished speaking, a large amount of smoke suddenly erupted from the nozzle in the room, and the three little guys fainted soon after.