The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 87 Recruiting Guo Da
On the roof of an office building in Los Angeles, two bald figures ran wildly on the roof. Ron, who was watching the building next door with a telescope, couldn't help but sigh.

In order to better observe the actions of the two killers, Ron found a very good observation point in the opposite building and set up a high-powered telescope. From this angle, he could even vaguely see through the curtains that the man who was wider than Hank Twice as many cult leaders harass the new female secretary.

"These two little rascals are quite skilled. How did that old cripple Harry give birth to such a flexible son? Couldn't it be his own?"

"Boss, the information says that Harry's leg injury was caused by stepping on a landmine on the battlefield..." Hank watched the information halfway through the correction, but was interrupted by Ron waving his hand.

"Then do you know what type of mine Harry stepped on?"

"This... I really don't know."

"It was Betty who jumped mine, and his son was not born after he came back," Ron narrowed his eyes into a line: "So now you understand why old Harry died and why his son didn't inherit anything?"

"Understood BOSS, but I don't understand, why are you telling me this?" Hank asked slightly puzzled.

"Think about it, what is the most precious legacy left by Harry? The house confiscated by the bank? Or the few remaining bank deposits?" Ron showed a playful expression:

"Neither, but the assassination skills taught by old Harry. With this, he can make money no matter where he goes. The most interesting thing is that Arthur is an orphan, and the place where he was born, old Harry was a soldier. Do you really think it a coincidence that I was stationed there at the time?"

"Well, what good is it to us if Arthur is Harry's illegitimate son?"

"What do you think, how about I use this as a bargaining chip to recruit him? It's time for my special operations team to add a master who has strong assault capabilities and is proficient in special operations."

After a series of infiltrations that Ron could not observe, the two killers reappeared ghostly in the cult leader's room, and he had just injected himself and was getting into the most "cool" part.

At this moment, he really felt that God was talking to him.

But the killer standing next to him is doomed to see only death.

Hank opened his mouth wide in surprise, "But he's obviously a killer!"

Ron patted Hank on the shoulder in relief: "There is nothing magical about including killers, in our intelligence agencies, this is often done, you have to learn to adapt.

Not to mention killers, even drug dealers, as long as they are valuable, they are eligible to be recruited. You don't really think that the black boss selling fried chicken built a sales network all over the country by himself? "

"Is not it?"

"Of course not. If there is no shadow of the CIA behind him, I wouldn't believe it." Ron curled his lips: "The CIA uses drugs to do things outside, it can be said to be a traditional art, and it is an open secret in the intelligence circle.

Otherwise, you think I can't see that there is something wrong with the account he gave us?What a joke, a drug sales network all over the country only makes so little profit, who would believe it?If Uncle Fried Chicken really only has that little ability, he might as well find a class. "

Although Hanke was the deputy director of the DEA before, but after all, the level itself is several steps lower than the IRS. These things are not within his reach at all, so he couldn't keep his mouth shut in surprise.

It was Ron who dragged his chin to help him close it, but with this kind of shocking information as a foundation, Hank found that it was not so difficult for him to accept the killer.

"So, boss, what should we do?"

"I..." Just as Ron opened his mouth, there was a burst of gunshots from the building next door. The whereabouts of Arthur and Arthur were finally discovered by the cult leader's bodyguards, who immediately attacked them.

Ron opened the large travel bag at his feet, distributed one of the two sniper rifles inside to Hank, and picked up the other by himself.

"Try not to reveal your identity. I'll find an opportunity to contact them later. You stay here and take charge of the sniper support." After speaking, he set up his sniper rifle and aimed towards the opposite side.

Because at this moment, the gun battle on the opposite floor had already hit the roof from the inside of the building. Arthur rolled on the spot when he came out of the door, rolled to the edge of the roof, and stepped on the window sill downstairs to hide his whole body in the height difference. on the platform, while the two bodyguards with guns have already chased to the top of the building.

But Arthur didn't shoot.

"Haha, this unlucky guy, he ran out of bullets." Ron observed Arthur's embarrassment with the scope, and couldn't help laughing.

"Boss, I don't understand. Are you trying to recruit him, or are you hoping for his death?"

"Remember what I said just now? If he can't even solve this situation, it's worthless to be recruited by me. Do you know how difficult it is to get an amnesty from the FBI?"

The two bodyguards with silly hats who had chased up to the top of the building were looking for them on the top of the building, which gave Arthur a good chance to defeat them one by one.

Arthur continued to shrink his body under the roof and remained motionless until one of the bodyguards approached, suddenly raised his head, grabbed the bodyguard's feet and pulled him hard, throwing him off the roof.

The bodyguard fell heavily from the top of the building hundreds of meters to the ground, instantly turning into a puddle of shredded meat.

"Hit hard enough, I like it." Ron licked his lips, he was very satisfied with the newcomer who was coming, and Hank thought of the minced meat sandwich he had in the morning, and felt a pang in his stomach.

Ron patted Hank on the shoulder: "Hey! Look, these two smart guys actually came up with such a great idea of ​​sliding down the stairs from upstairs, you should lose weight, if it were you If not, this rope may not be able to bear your weight."

"If it was me, I wouldn't be in this situation. I would kill them before they forced me there." Hank said unconvinced.

At this time, the killer team on the other side encountered some difficulties. When they were halfway down, a bodyguard finally discovered their plan, smashed the window and shot wildly at them as they were falling.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Several shots in a row brushed against the two of them.

"Hank, help them," Ron ordered.

Hank aimed the muzzle at the bodyguard's position from just now, and when he heard the order, he moved his finger lightly, and a deadly bullet flew out of the gun chamber.

Centered between eyebrows.

The next moment, a blood hole appeared on the bodyguard's forehead, and fell from the window like a broken sack.

Ron was satisfied to appreciate Guo Da's surprised expression through the scope: "Very good, now I'm going to say hello to our new friend."

(End of this chapter)