The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 32 Aircraft Accidents
"Ron, do you want to have some fun with us?" Howard invited Ron with a wretched expression.

"Looking for fun?" Ron was a little confused, didn't you just ask me to introduce you to a girl?Why is it only a short while before you can have fun?
Howard nodded: "Yes, yes, we plan to find some women."

When he said this, Ron obviously felt that Howard's petite figure was infinitely elevated among the four scientists, like a giant. There is no way, among the nerd group, the one with X resources is their god.

Even the group of bigwigs in Silicon Valley is no exception. Don’t you see, how many bigwigs in Silicon Valley were implicated in Epstein’s downfall?Even Bill Gates, who has always shown himself as a mentor, is no exception.

"Forget it, I won't go, I have to interview a few agents in a while, maybe I can find some suitable people today, I wish you a good time~" Ron closed the computer and prepared to go out.

Hector, who used to be Toretto's little follower, is now Ron's personnel director. Every day, he recommends some weird people to interview him, but so far no one has satisfied Ron.

And this has also made Ron more and more impatient recently, because through the information of Hector's gang of motorcyclists, the blue powder drug has begun to appear on the market again, as if deliberately mocking Ron's incompetence .

He needs capable agents, whether they are good at lurking, or have outstanding combat effectiveness, or those who are proficient in accounting and finance like Andy, he will not refuse them all.

But look at who are the interviewees?In addition to all kinds of hooligans, there are all kinds of nerds with abnormal brains. After reading a few superhero comics, I think the profession of secret agent may be cool, and I want to try it.

"Mr. Scott, thank you for coming to interview for this job. What are your specialties?"

"I..." Opposite Ron was a pale man who had not been exposed to sunlight for a long time. He even stuttered when asked by Ron, but he still mustered up the courage to answer Ron's question.

"I've read all the comics of Marvel and DC. My dream is to be a member of the Birds of Prey. Are you such a cool secret service here?"

Ron covered his face, this is another nerd who wanted to come and try after reading comics.

"I think you'd better go to the comic book store for a while, and then go home, maybe your mother has changed the sheets for you~"

The nerd left disappointed, Ron let out a long sigh of relief, and counted the time. He had already worked for four hours today, and Ron planned to get off work to have some fun, so he called Leonard.

Because he was curious about how Howard was playing.

"Ron?" Leonard's voice and loud music came from the phone.

"Leonard, how are you doing there? It sounds like a PARTY, right? Where did Howard take you to the PARTY? How about I go find you later?" Ron asked enviously.

Although there are two beauties with long legs and big breasts who have taken turns to accompany him, Ron doesn't mind having a few more.

"PARTY?" Leonard wanted to cry without tears: "You really should come and see, Howard took us to the dance classroom to learn Latin dance."

"Latin dance? Why haven't I thought of this way of picking up girls before? Howard is such a genius. The dancing girls should be in good shape, right?"

Ron sighed in admiration.

"Maybe they were really in good shape when they were young." Leonard's tone was indescribably depressed.

Ron didn't understand: "What do you mean?"

"Ron, this is the dance classroom of an activity center for the elderly. None of the aunts who dance here are under fifty!"

Leonard loudly complained about Howard's heavy taste, imagining the scene of being crushed by an aunt who was older than his mother, and Ron shivered in fright.

Howard's calling came from the receiver: "Leonard, Ms. Wendy has been looking at you and seems to be very interested in you. Do you want to try it? Believe me, I am very experienced in this kind of thing ...Who are you calling? Ron?

Hi!Ron? "

Ron dropped the sentence "I wish I was lucky" and hung up the phone quickly.

This guy Howard... really shouldn't be underestimated. Ron sat at his desk in a daze and came to such a conclusion. He was planning to find his sweetheart Max for a sweet time when he was suddenly attracted by a huge explosion outside the window. , hurried to the window.

"Boom!"

In the sky, two large passenger planes collided with each other for unknown reasons, burning into two huge fireballs and then falling quickly according to the inertia after the collision.

The scene is incomparably spectacular!The wreckage of the plane from various explosions fell like rain, and the place where the plane collided was just above Ron's office.

"FXXK!" Ron quickly kicked his chair away and got under his desk.

"Boom..." There was a burst of continuous impact just above Ron's office. He raised his head, just in time to see a huge fuselage falling down against his window, and from another A bunch of messy things spilled out of the cabin, smashed through the glass, and rushed towards Ron as if they had eyes.

"F$&#$()" came out of Ron's mouth again a word that is not suitable for children starting with "F". He quickly pulled the chair that he had just kicked down on the ground, and blocked it in front of him like a door. The desk forms a perfect barrier.

"Boom!" There was a strong force coming from the chair, and it was hit!

Fortunately, the chair was not pierced, and then there was another loud "boom", everything finally returned to calm, and Ron poked his head out from behind the chair for the rest of his life.

The one that bumped into the chair just now turned out to be a pink teddy bear half burnt black? !
"I was almost killed by this thing just now?" Ron picked up the bear cub, feeling a little unbelievable.

Out of the agent's intuition, Ron immediately realized that there was a big incident, and quickly called Jack who had just cooperated with Andy because of the incident.

"Hey! Did you see the fireball in the sky? What's going on? Another 911?!"

"Damn, I don't know anything!" Jack's exasperated voice came from the receiver: "God knows what kind of crazy those terrorists are, or what kind of madness our cornhead president has, and what he said to stimulate them speech! I don't know anything!"

After speaking, Jack hung up the phone angrily.

(End of this chapter)