Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Of course Ron couldn't only take away three items. In fact, he stored all the Chinese treasures he saw in the underground treasure into the storage space.

Then he randomly picked up three items from the precious treasures all over the floor and took them out. These were the rewards promised to him by the Freemasons.

The Chinese treasures brought out by Ron were sent to China by Orlov on a smuggling ship soon after, and anonymously donated to a museum.

However, just as Ron was driving, thinking that he could finally go back to Los Angeles and relax for a while, another uninvited call came in when he was a salary thief. Ron glanced at the number, and it was another one that he couldn't refuse. people.

"Let me guess, Mycroft, Sherlock must have caused some trouble for you again, right?" Ron said with some gloating: "He finally couldn't help but want to commit a perfect crime?"

"Sherlock may have this idea, but I believe it must not be now, at least before Moriarty is caught, he will not do this. What I want to tell you is another thing. Have you watched the news recently? No? Something about London."

"I don't know, let me take a look. You know that as an American, I always like to pay attention to domestic affairs. Instead of asking me to check the news, why don't you tell me directly? What happened in London?" Ron put the phone on his phone. Connecting to the car, he said casually as he continued driving.

"The hospital where Owen Xiao was hospitalized suffered a terrorist attack last week, and it was his brother, Dyke Shaw, who carried out the attack. It caused a total of nearly 50 casualties. Before leaving, he threatened the doctor to take good care of his brother."

Although Mycroft tried his best to sound calm, Ron still heard a hint of anger in it. Out of the inherent incompatibility between Britain and the United States, Ron still smiled unkindly.

"Congratulations, you are in trouble. Deke is a ruthless man. If you don't use the tailor shop, it will be difficult for you to catch him. Do you need my help? For the sake of our friendship, I can give you a call. 15% off.”

"No, I have no intention of asking you for help." Mycroft's tone was still calm, which made Ron feel a little bad.

Wasn't the emotion in his tone just now also gloating?

"I'm just calling to inform you that according to our intelligence, he should have been smuggled to the United States by now. Congratulations, this trouble is now yours. I guess he is going to you."

Mycroft's tone was indescribably relaxed and cheerful: "You know that I am in charge of some high-end intelligence agencies, so because of our friendship for so many years, I want to ask you, do you need help? I can give you a 15% discount. .”

At the same time, the FBI headquarters building in Los Angeles had just sent away the subordinate who submitted a resignation report to him, Toretto's ex-girlfriend.

Back in the office, Hobbes found an uninvited guest browsing confidential information on his computer.

Hobbs habitually reached for his waist, intending to take out the M500 revolver, the same model as Ron's, and give it to this uninvited guest. Unexpectedly, he came up empty.

His holster was hanging on the clothes hanger behind the man who was using the computer. He had left in a hurry and forgot to bring it with him.

"Uh..." Hobbes just made a little noise, trying to remind the man that what he was doing was his position, but the other man immediately made a silent gesture to him: "Wait a moment."

So what if you don’t carry a gun? As long as he's not a pervert like Ron, Hobbs is confident that he can handle it.

"You must not be a technician here. You'd better tell me right away who you are? Otherwise I will break your fingers into six sections and stuff them into your asshole."

"Agent Hobbs, right?" A magnetic British accent sounded, and the man had no intention of lifting his butt from the Hobbs office chair.

"That's right, you don't want to hack into my computer. You're in a tiger's den, kid." Hobbes continued to take two more steps and was about to enter the melee attack range: "You're under arrest."

"Listen, I'm here to find the gang that injured my brother." The other party continued to sit on the chair without moving at all, but the aura on his body made Hobbes feel a sense of oppression. This sense of oppression, he once I experienced it from Ron, and it wasn't pleasant.

"There has never been any gang. There is only one person who can take down your brother, and he is standing in front of you." Hobbes boasted and took all the credit on himself, as if this would make his own momentum a little higher.

Of course, it may also be necessary to protect witnesses.

"What the lady just said is right, you really can't lie." The man in the shadow pulled out the USB flash drive from the computer, and all the information he wanted had been saved in it.

"Boom!" Seeing that Hobbes was about to touch his holster, the man suddenly flew up and kicked the desk over, and the whole table hit Hobbes. Hobbes quickly raised his arms to block, but he didn't want to hit the target. The other party’s intentions.

The man stood up, pressed down on the table that hit Hobbes, flipped his whole body in the air, and hit Hobbes in the head with a beautiful whip kick. Hobbes was kicked, smashing the glass and flying backwards.

The man's face also emerged from the shadows. If Ron were here, he would be able to call out his name immediately.

Decshaw.

But in Hobbes' view, he was just another person with the same face as Ron's Arthur, but with a completely different aura.

Deckard was unforgiving, and after he succeeded in one blow, he immediately hit Hobbes with a knee on his stomach while Hobbes was still on his feet, and while he was bending under the force, he hit him with a left hook. The punch was followed by a right hook, and Hobbs was stunned for a moment!

Fortunately, Hobbes' muscles were not exercised in vain. They provided a good protective function for the body. Even though Hobbes was beaten badly, he did not actually suffer much damage.

While grabbing Deke and attacking his head, he hit Deke with an uppercut in the stomach. The huge force knocked Deke's whole body flying.

Of course, Deckard was not someone to be trifled with. He rolled on the ground, jumped up quickly, pressed his toes on the ground a little harder, and fought with Hobbes again.

The two of them punched hard and fought each other several times. Finally, Hobbs seized the opportunity and lifted Deke up by his collar.

"Ah!" Hobbes yelled like a barbarian, and the Dyke in his hand was like a heavy sack. He slammed it on the desk, and the glass desk was immediately smashed into pieces.

"Damn technician, you lost!" Hobbes said proudly, but before he could finish his words, his legs suddenly felt cold and then painful!

Dyke actually held the broken glass on the ground like a dagger in his hand. Taking advantage of him, he made two deep wounds on her legs. Then he jumped up with all his strength, grabbed the chandelier above his head and hit Hobbs with it. On the bald head.

"Crash!" Hobbes was knocked to the ground, but he was lying not far from the gun.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Hobbes used the sofa as a cover and shot a string of bullets at Dyke. The female subordinate downstairs who was about to leave also rushed back to the office and fired from another angle. Decker outflanked him.

Just when both of them thought they were sure of it, the substitute took out a disc from his arms, threw it at their feet, then quickly rolled behind a sofa and clasped the entire sofa on his body.

MD! This madman is actually an anti-infantry mine!

"Careful! Elena!" Hobbes yelled before he had time to think, hugging his female subordinate to prevent her from jumping downstairs.

"Boom!" The first sound was the sound of a landmine explosion, and Hobbes' entire office was blown to pieces.

"Boom!" The second sound was the sound of Hobbs holding his female subordinate and slamming it onto the roof of the car downstairs. A huge human-shaped dent was made on the roof of the car.

"Ah," the female subordinate groaned in pain, but the pain was much lighter than expected. After moving her arms, she could still move freely. She pointed at the roof of the car and climbed up, only to find that Hobbs was resting on his pillow. Under him: "Hobbes, are you okay? Hobbes!"

And Hobbes had already been hit by the huge impact of the two men and was unconscious.

…

The next day, Ron went directly to the hospital to see Hobbes, who was wrapped in bandages like a mummy.

"Hey man, I swear, you're looking the most stylish I've ever looked since I've known you."

Ron came to the bedside and continued to joke without forgetting to gloat: "Seriously, how does it feel to be repaired by a substitute? I didn't expect that your fashion taste was repaired. I think this is a good repair. value."

Unexpectedly, before Hobbes could retaliate, the little girl sitting next to him became unhappy. She jumped up from the sofa and kicked Ron hard in the leg.

"My dad wasn't fixed! He was just sneak-attacked by villains! My dad is the most powerful agent in the world!"

"The world's most powerful agent?" Ron mocked, not even sparing the children: "What you call the most powerful agent in the world was beaten like a mummy, lying on the hospital bed, and could only eat snacks. Do you make a living out of girl’s jelly and pass the time watching crude versions of The Incredible Hulk made in the last century?”

"Hey, don't tell me. The Hulk on TV really looks like your dad. He has the same muscles, but he was beaten like a dog."

Ron said, pointing to the TV, which was playing the earliest version of the movie Hulk in the 1970s, and it was also the lowest version of all the versions.

This version of the Hulk's transformation was directly replaced by a bodybuilding actor who painted his whole body green, without any special effects. When you hold it up, you can tell it is a paper car. It is smashed everywhere, but it is still repaired by the villain like a dog.

Like Hobbes in bed.

"Dad, who is this person? Why is he so annoying?" The little girl pouted her mouth angrily and turned back: "Can I lend you your pistol to make a hole in his body?"

"I'm Ron, and your father was also defeated by me, you know?"

The little girl shook her head.

"Of course not. I said that I won't give you your first gun until you are 16 years old. Let's let this guy go for now. You can deal with him when you grow up. Go buy a bottle of Coke for your father first. , how about it? Dad has something to say with this uncle."

After Hobbes finished bragging shamelessly, he quickly said that before Ron exposed him, he found any excuse to send the little girl away.

"Hey, I can't believe you've never mentioned me to your daughter." Ron sat beside Hobbs' bed dissatisfied.

"Hey! Get out of the way, that's my leg!" Hobbes shouted in pain: "Aren't you curious about who made me look like this?"

"You don't need to guess?" Ron spread his hands: "Who else can it be besides Dyke Xiao? Among the people I know, apart from me, there are only a few people who can take care of you..."

Ron stretched out his two hands in front of him and checked them. He felt that they were not enough, so he borrowed Hobbs's still intact hand and counted them together. The result was that they were still not enough. He was about to take off his shoes when Hobbs stopped him. Stopped.

"Okay, you don't need to check. I know there are many others, okay?" Hobbes said gloomily: "Do you know the reason why he came back?"

"Isn't this nonsense? What other reason could it be besides his brother?" Ron unceremoniously opened the snacks on Hobbs' table and stuffed them into his mouth, as if he were at home.

"Yes, that's right. In order to catch it, we almost destroyed half of London..."

"Correction," Ron interrupted quickly: "It's you, not us. It's you who are too stupid. You caught Owen and you were treated like a monkey by him. And it only took me one day to beat him." Life cannot take care of itself.”

"Actually, I received a call from Mycroft on the way back yesterday. I heard that Owen is still lying on the hospital bed and has to rely on others to urinate."

Ron kept talking, and he didn't waste time eating snacks when he said this. Soon, the snacks on the table were cleared away, leaving only a piece of jelly that had just been torn open, which was snatched back by Hobbes.

"Hey, at least leave one for me! This is my favorite strawberry flavor!"

"A big man actually likes to eat strawberry-flavored jelly, hey~" Ron curled his lips in disgust.

I guess Strawberry Jelly doesn't match Hobbs's body type, right?

"Listen!" Hobbes ate the jelly and regained his serious expression: "Dike came back this time to take revenge, to take revenge on all of us. You must inform Toretto, them to be careful, and your family. ! This time you must help me catch him together!"

"Don't worry, Deckard is different from his brother," Ron stood up and walked around Hobbs' hospital bed until he confirmed that there were no extra snacks before continuing slowly:

"He is a guy with a bottom line. He will only attack those who hurt his brother. In other words, you, me and Toretto's group. Of course, the main target should be you. In fact, this attack is also It speaks volumes.”

"As early as a month ago, I received information about Dyke smuggling into the United States, but I waited for a long time, but didn't wait for him to come to the door. Unexpectedly, he took action just after I left Los Angeles, so watch After all, he is still a very wise guy, he knows how to pick the weakest persimmons."

Hobbes nodded in agreement, but immediately noticed something was wrong.

"Wait a minute, who are you calling a soft persimmon?"