Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"No, I am a son of Lone Star and I only drink Lone Star beer." Ron shook his head: "I know you will prepare it for me, so why not just take it out?"

"Okay, I'll let you guess right," Anonymous took out a half-dozen small box from behind the barrel, which contained Ron's favorite Lone Star beer. Ron unceremoniously opened a bottle with Anonymous. Touched the cup: "Cheers, I hope I never have to see you again."

Anonymous pretended to be disappointed and said: "Am I so annoying in your eyes? I thought you would want to get closer to me."

"No, I'm not the kind of person you think," Ron held a beer and cautiously distanced himself from Nameless Doe: "If you really have a strong demand in that area, I would like to introduce my cousin Mitchell to You, let him take you to the bar, he married another man a few years ago and adopted a Vietnamese girl."

"I will contact you if I need it." Anonymous winked, causing Ron to feel a chill, this old glass.

"Okay, I'm willing to help you contact my cousin at any time as long as you need it, but you know, I definitely didn't come to you today to talk about your orientation." Ron threw away the empty bottle and opened another bottle. Bottle of beer: "I'm here to solve the problem, you know which one I'm talking about."

"Okay, I know you are here for Deckard Xiao, right?" Anonymous walked towards the inside of the factory: "The great thing about Xiao is that he knows how to hide himself, escape capture, and kill people invisible. He is a A real British ruffian, but to be honest, I don’t give a shit about him.”

"What I really care about is you," Anonymous turned and pointed his finger at Ron: "Because you and I can help each other and get what we both want."

"No, we want different things," Ron shook his head: "I just want a Deckard Shaw, but you want the Eye of God, right?"

God's Eye was developed by Peggy and used a Trojan horse to implant into other people's computers, causing a hacker named Ramsey to mistakenly think it was a magical program he had developed. It could crack all the cameras in the world and find the target through algorithms.

"I'm not here to listen to your long speech, and I'm not interested in any so-called new technology at all," Ron said duplicitously. If he wanted that thing, he could just go to Peggy and ask for it. It's still useful. So troublesome?

But in order to protect Peggy's safety, he could only pretend to accompany him: "Now tell me where this thing is, I will get it back for you, and then you can just tell me where Xiao is. The deal is done?" "

"OK, deal." Anonymous stretched out his hand to Ron: "Without your permission, in your name, I called all the people who may be useful. I think you don't mind letting them listen together. ,Is it right?"

The warehouse door reopened, and a row of sports cars drove in. It was Toretto's group and his remaining men who came down.

"Our intelligence says that Ramsey will be transferred in a convoy and they will pass through the Bazar Mountains. If they successfully pass that section and reach the end, Ramsey will be no different from death, and because of all the shameful For political reasons, the US military cannot carry out any rescue work..."

"Let me tell you," Ron squeezed past Nameless Doe and walked to the map: "Look, there is only one way out here, with cliffs on both sides, and a convoy passed through here surrounded by troops."

"It sounds the same as committing suicide. This is simply the stupidest idea I have ever heard." Roman muttered in a low voice. He had suffered losses under Ron and did not dare to openly disagree with Ron.

"That's right," Ron suddenly glared at him, startling him, and quickly assumed a defensive fighting posture, but Ron had no time to pay attention to him.

"So, after discussions between myself and Mr. Nameless Doe, I came up with a bold plan. Let's attack from here." Ron pointed at the defense map, which immediately aroused strong opposition from the soldiers under Nameless Doe.

"No, you must not attack from there. That is the tightest point in their entire defense system!"

"Yes, there are at least three military bases nearby." Roman also agreed with the objection. Now he was no longer afraid of being beaten. He was more afraid of death than being beaten.

"Listen, soldier, do your job well, we don't need you to tell us what to do here." Ron scolded the soldier who interfered with him, and then glared at Roman: "And here, now I am the boss, I It’s not like Toretto who likes to play with democracy, you have to listen to me, do you understand?”

After saying that, Ron made a fist gesture towards him, and Roman immediately closed his mouth knowingly.

"So how do you plan to get there? Genius!" Da Bing said unconvinced.

"Of course it's airborne." Ron thought about the original scene in the movie, with a smile on his face.

"What!" Roman opened his mouth in surprise, and the soldier who originally questioned him opened his mouth in shock: "Madman, you are all a group of madmen!"

Toretto applauded approvingly. He and Ron thought of going together. Ron clapped his hands and said, "Then everyone get busy. I know you are all masters. Now, you can choose the car here!"

Reduce the weight, replace the shock absorbers, and especially don't forget to equip them with a parachute strong enough to bear their weight, and transform them into babies that can fall from the sky. "

Everyone immediately cast their malicious eyes on the cars in the warehouse. Being able to modify these classic cars was also an interesting thing for a car technician. Ron then turned his attention to the unknown people again.

"In addition, I also need some air support, such as AC-130, or AC-10."

"No, this is impossible. I said that due to some treaties, you cannot get any support from the US military. I will never send fighter jets to support you. If there were no restrictions, I would send airborne troops directly. , not you."

Anonymous angrily rejected Ron's request, but Ron didn't have high hopes: "Then you can help me find a bigger glider, right? I'll modify it myself, and then let your plane tow it behind." Just leave it alone.”

…

Three days later, the sky was clear and clear in the Bazak Mountains. Two large C-17 transport planes, with a small tail trailing behind them, flew over the mountains. On the ground, a convoy consisting of multiple vehicles and two armored vehicles appeared. We are moving along the only road.

"Weather conditions permit, airborne operations can be carried out." The captain said to the internal communication channel.

"Then, let the action begin~"