Daily life of an American TV drama agent

After chatting with Ron, Sheldon seemed to be possessed and hailed a taxi as quickly as possible until Ron hacked into his phone and discovered that he had booked the nearest flight ticket in the car. He only relaxed his alert after flying to Amy's city.

This guy is actually going to propose marriage right away!

Ron conveniently used the camera of Amy's hotel to take a proposal video and sent it to the Cooper family and Pritchett family groups. Except for Sheldon's dissatisfaction with this invasion of privacy, it received unanimous praise.

"How's it going? Finch, look, my pig can finally eat cabbage. It won't be long before I can attend my brother's wedding. By the way, although you and my brother don't know each other, but for the sake of it, For the sake of our relationship, do you also want to be considerate?"

Ron grabbed Finch's neck and said, "It doesn't take much, just give it to a street shop on a street. My brother is still young, so I will take care of rent collection for him first."

Ron didn't know how much Finch was worth, because Finch managed his property extremely shrewdly using different identities. Even Peggy couldn't check it thoroughly, but for super hackers like them, , money is really just a number.

As long as they are willing, they can hack into the system of any bank at any time and transfer money from other people's accounts to their own accounts, but subsequent money laundering is a bit troublesome.

Therefore, when Ron asked Finch for a price, he always opened his mouth.

"I think you just want to use your brother's name to get some benefits from me."

"Well, you can understand it this way, but if you adopt what I just said, you will find that the relationship between us is much better than you thought." Ron admitted shamelessly.

"The reward for this operation is only half a million US dollars, but I will provide you with five recruitment services for free, okay?" Finch said helplessly: "If you still don't like it, forget it. Anyway, we There is no shortage of people here for the time being.”

Finch said, pointing with his chin to the beautiful woman chatting with Reese not far away from the next door. When Ron looked over, the woman's beautiful eyes happened to look over. Ron's heart immediately sounded an alarm, and his muscles trembled. collapse.

This was a very powerful woman, Ron immediately made a judgment based on his body's instinctive reaction.

"Okay, I accept this offer. It seems you have found a good new guy recently?"

"I didn't find him, he was rescued by us. He was a former NSA agent because he wanted to be silenced by the government." Finch said calmly: "I think you should know better than me about what you agents like to do. Machine Still giving them numbers, now even I can’t figure out what it’s doing.”

The NSA agent was silenced. From this point of view, there is a high probability that it has something to do with Jane Doe. Ron of Jane Doe has not been able to be contacted so far. It is a good choice to let such a capable agent stay with Finch until the day Jane Doe returns. , at least not unavailable.

Ron has no interest in interfering with the power within the NSA, but as a department that has the power to mobilize himself, Ron would rather be controlled by at least someone who has more or less friendship with him.

"Didn't you make that? I suggest you keep an eye on it. Otherwise, no one knows what an inhuman creature with advanced intelligence will do. At that time, I will definitely smash it with my own hands. That machine," Ron warned with a threatening look in his eyes before returning to the topic: "Who is the target this time? Why did you ask me to come here? Is it difficult?"

"Our new number, Navy Sergeant Jack Salazar, U.S. Navy." Finch said no nonsense and handed Ron a file directly. The photo showed a black soldier: "He was attacked in a bar five years ago. He beat someone unconscious, and the judge asked him to choose between going to jail or joining the army, and he chose the latter."

"Well, if he is in the Navy, then of course there will be troops to control him. Unless the Japanese attack Pearl Harbor again, it is difficult to imagine what danger he will encounter. Of course, if it is the situation I mentioned, I I don’t think there’s much point in saving one or two people.”

Ron quickly read through the information and handed it back to Finch.

"Because this week is Navy Week, the annual day when the streets are full of drunken sailors. He will definitely go ashore to have some fun. The streets full of people in the same uniform will make it difficult for us to locate Mr. Salazar, so we asked for your help. .”

Navy Week is a unique activity of the U.S. Navy that allows the public to learn about the Navy. Its content is probably to open the ship to tourists and put the sailors on the shore to have a good rest. Ron still can’t figure out how to put a group of people into it. The navy, which has been full of energy at sea for a long time, is allowed to enjoy itself in the city. What positive effect will it have on increasing the public's goodwill towards the navy?

Because basically every time such an event is held, a few unlucky guys are inevitably sent back by the local police, with charges ranging from drinking without paying, to fighting and making trouble, and molesting women. If this can make the public have a positive view of the Navy, it will be Damn it.

Ron was shocked: "So, it turns out that machines sometimes make things difficult for them, right? It's better than this. We divided into two teams and walked around the bars in Los Angeles one by one. Anyway, the sailors only had three goals when they disembarked. Food, drinks, women, tattoos, they basically won’t go anywhere other than the bar, which one of you two wants to be with me?”

Ron shouted at Reese and the strange woman and pointed at Finch: "Anyway, I don't want to act with this boring guy."

"I'll do it." The strange woman raised her hand.

Ron asked tentatively: "I don't know your name yet."

"Samn Shaw."

"OK, Samn, my name is..."

"I know, you are Ron, and you are very famous in the places where I have been. Finch has already told you about my previous experiences, right? I think this will be a good topic for us on the road. .”

After saying that, without waiting for Ron to object, he took Ron's arm and walked out, leaving only Reese and Finch staring at each other in the library.

Of course, Ron would not think that his charm had any effect. In fact, it was the same. As soon as he came out of the library, Samn began to ask Ron about his old boss.

But she was disappointed. Ron didn't know much more than she did.

"They all say that John Doe was killed by Cypher, do you think so too?"

"Of course not. On the contrary, I think Nameless Doe is living well somewhere on the earth. It's just that he has some other secret mission that prevents him from coming forward for the time being. Maybe he is now working with a one-eyed black man to form S.H.I.E.L.D. Maybe right?”

Ron's joke made Samn burst into laughter, but Ron's eyes caught a figure in the crowd. He casually ordered two glasses of whiskey from the bartender and gave one to Samn, and said calmly: "Look over there, tell Riise and the others to stop working. We have found the target."

Samn followed the direction Ron's cup pointed and saw a black guy flirting with a girl with his companions. Just as he was about to speak, Ron made a silence gesture on his lips, indicating for her to continue reading.

The numbers given by the machine are all people who may be in danger or cause danger. Apparently Samn has not gotten used to this and often acts reflexively. Finch probably has a lot of headaches for her.

On the other side, a black guy who didn't realize he was being observed was chatting and laughing with two girls with his companions. Seeing that he was about to succeed, one of the girls was violently dragged away by another person.

Samn was about to go up to help, but Ron quickly grabbed her: "Wait a minute, I don't think this is a danger that will cause the machine to alarm."

Sure enough, Ron was right. After a few quarrels, the man took the woman and left. Then just when Samn thought that was the end of it, a man in a yellow military uniform walked up to them behind them. They took the initiative to find trouble and even threw their hats on the ground.

For a soldier, this was a serious insult.

"What now? Do you think the danger is from that Marine?"

"It's hard to tell whether it's the Marine or his comrades," Ron glanced around the bar. The ratio of Marines in yellow uniforms to Navy sailors in white uniforms in the bar was about 6:4. The navy does not have an advantage. If a large-scale brawl breaks out, the sailors will definitely suffer.

The most troublesome thing is that if someone takes advantage of the chaos and stabs the target in the stomach, no one will know who did it, because it is too chaotic. Who knows if this guy named Jack has offended anyone in the army.

"Then what are you going to do?" When Samn asked, the Marines over there had poured wine on Jack's hat. In this situation, it would be strange if he didn't take action.

Jack immediately punched the Marine who was causing trouble for him in the face, but since the other party was able to get to this point, he must have been prepared. He nimbly dodged back. Jack's fist missed, but hit the side. Another Marine had his back turned to them.

"Kill him!" "Get them all! Brothers!"

The soldiers made a noise, and the bar instantly exploded like a ignited powder keg, filled with sailors and marines fighting together.

"What else can I do? Of course I'm trying to break up the fight~" Ron stretched his muscles, casually hooked the neck of the Marine who was pushed next to him, and then knocked hard on the long table of the bar.

"Boom!"

Before the sailor who was fighting with him had a chance to thank Ron, he was knocked unconscious by Ron swinging a bottle of wine in his face. Samn next to him was stunned.

Is there anyone who can break up a fight like this?

Ron picked up two more wine bottles from the bar and rushed in the direction of Jack. As he rushed, he smashed the bottles on the head of the taxi in front of him, and kept shouting: "You don't want to Fight! Stop fighting! You can’t kill someone like this! You’re copycat!"

After being reminded by Ron, the soldiers suddenly realized that they picked up some things that could be used as weapons and threw them at the people wearing different colors around them.

Ron, who had offended both parties at the same time, naturally became the target of special attention. However, just when Samn thought Ron would be severely beaten, a magical scene happened.

In the melee, Ron felt like a fish in water. He first threw two wine bottles forward and exploded them on the heads of the two unlucky men. Then, without anyone watching, he rushed forward quickly and took the first step to clear the small round table. Lift it and carry it behind you.

"DUANG! DUANG!" shouted twice, and the two wine bottles they planned to attack in the back smashed on the round table and shattered on the floor. Ron was unharmed. The sailors missed the attack and naturally rushed forward in anger. Lu in front The soldiers of the team each carried a stool and fiercely planned to avenge the unlucky guy who had just been shot in the head by Ron.

The situation was so tense that Samn once wanted to pull out a gun to help Ron. As a senior agent, she certainly knew what would happen if she was surrounded in such a fight.

Unexpectedly, Ron chuckled, and calmly turned the round table around so that it faced the Marines, catching the two stools, and the table legs that suddenly tilted up from the bottom were just straight. Pound between the legs of the two sailors behind.

The sailor immediately fell down with a look of unspeakable pain on his face.

"Beautiful!" Even someone as harsh as Samn couldn't help but praise Ron's reaction.

At this time, the only ones left in front of Ron were the Marines who were fighting with Jack with their backs to him. There were four of them, but Jack opposite him only had him and his friend. The other side found Ron After that, two people immediately separated and rushed over.

Ron raised his head and glanced at the gorgeous chandelier in the bar, then showed a smirk and rushed towards the two people. When they were only three steps away, Ron suddenly jumped up. The two thought Ron was about to use flying kicks. He kicked them and quickly raised his arms to resist, but Ron grabbed the chandelier with both hands and pulled hard...

"Boom! Crash..." The range of the chandelier was just right on the heads of the four Marines.

"The police are here!" Someone shouted. The soldiers in the bar no longer cared about the opponents they were fighting with, and hurriedly ran out together. In a blink of an eye, only Ron was left in the bar, who was showing off his POSS and looking cool. , the bar owner who wanted to cry without tears, and Samn who watched from beginning to end.

"How is it? Are you fascinated by my body?"

"Before you say anything, there were a few," Samn smiled and made a gesture with his hand that made Korean men extremely heartbroken: "But what to do now? They have all run away, and we have to find them again."

"It doesn't matter, I just put the tracker on Jack. We just need to follow him." Ron waved his hands indifferently, glanced at the smashed bar, took out the CIA's fake ID and flashed it in front of the boss. , handed over a check: "The CIA is handling the case. These losses are worth about three thousand US dollars. This is a check for five thousand US dollars. I hope I can compensate you."

"Thank you, thank you so much!" The bar owner was moved and was about to take the check, but the check shrank back.

"Of course, I can't give it to you for nothing. These all need to be reimbursed. You have to write me a loss certificate of 20,000 US dollars. Do you understand?"