Daily life of an American TV drama agent

The cold storage door opened wide, and five modified sports cars filed out, heading towards the place where the terrorist attack occurred. The car carrying the Russian diplomats had already turned onto Seventh Avenue.

Just when the driver breathed a sigh of relief and thought he had escaped, there was a crisp "bang~" sound. The driver looked up and a car flew out of the parking lot on the roof of the building and landed. The landing point was the bodyguard car in front of him. .

At that moment, the driver didn't even bother to remind the car in front. He hurriedly changed the direction and the car passed the car in front of him diagonally. When he had just driven the car to be even with the car in front.

The car in the sky hit the front car hard, turning the front car into a discus. The people inside were dead when they saw it.

Do you think this is over? No, this was just the beginning. The driver looked up and was horrified to find that after the first car that fell from the sky, countless cars followed in its footsteps and fell from the building like raindrops.

In the blink of an eye, the falling cars fell one after another on or next to the Russian diplomat's car, and then piled on top of each other, burying the diplomat's bodyguard car deeply inside like seeds.

"This scene is so fucking spectacular!" Ron, who was watching the live broadcast on his mobile phone, couldn't help but exclaimed. This scene is not much worse than a Hollywood blockbuster. I really want to see what it will be like if it is made into a movie. Such effect.

Anyway, watching it on a mobile phone is definitely not satisfying.

"Boss, are you sure we're leaving like this? Don't have to help Hobbs and the others? I feel like it's still a bit difficult for them to deal with Toretto." Behind Ron, Hank was carrying two people's luggage alone. asked hesitantly.

Out of camaraderie, Khan is still a little worried about them.

"Don't worry, as long as they act according to the plan, nothing will go wrong. Don't forget, the purpose of this operation was not to capture Toretto or kill Seve."

Ron took the suitcase from Hank: "The main purpose of this mission is for Mayor Toretto to bring the locator back to find Seve's location. I have a hunch that if we can't take this venomous snake out at once, If you strangle him to death, he will definitely come out to cause trouble next time."

"Then why can't we go help Hobbes and the others?"

"Because we are in the dark, my little fool." Ron said helplessly to Hank using the lines of a domineering president: "Because we are in the dark, we can move freely, but if we go to help, we will The information will be exposed to Seve. I think you must not want your wife to be suddenly dragged into a car and taken away by two masked men while she was shopping in the supermarket, right?

Hank, where's my boarding pass? "

Hank opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but finally gave up and took out the boarding pass and ticket from his pocket and handed them to Ron.

Everything that happened next was left to Hobbes to take charge of. Ron had already bought a plane ticket and was preparing to return to Los Angeles.

He had more important things to do, and that was to confirm how the mecha that was going to carry the Xiao brothers across the plane from plane to plane was ready.

At Caltech, Ron found a car and went straight to the school as soon as he got off the plane. At the same time, the final results of the operation were also heard from Hobbs.

The good news is that after a "hard battle", Toretto finally managed to escape from Hobbs and the others and successfully brought the locator back to the plane.

The bad news is that the nuclear bomb code box in the hands of the Russian diplomat was also brought on the plane with him.

"FXXK! Ron, FXXK!" Hobbs kept cursing on the phone: "What on earth do these madmen want to do? They even dare to steal the code box of a nuclear weapon?! Do they want to start World War III? come out?

The lockbox was lost in the United States. No matter how many times we open our mouths, we can't tell clearly. I heard a guy from the Ministry of Defense said that large-scale troop mobilization has begun in Russia. If we can't do it within a week, If we give them an explanation, we may face the danger of war!

Ron, are you listening? "

"Of course," Ron agreed lazily: "Tell Nameless Doe to find a way to delay it for another week. Before one week, we will definitely catch Sever and let him hand over the task."

"Within a week? Are you crazy?!" Hobbes yelled on the phone dissatisfied, and Ron quickly took the phone away from his ears to prevent himself from being tortured by the magic sound.

"The signal of the locator is too weak. It will take at least three days to track it. Who knows what else that crazy woman Seve will do during this time. If he launches nuclear weapons during this time, the whole world will be affected." It’s all over!”

"No, you're overthinking it, big guy." Ron turned his cell phone to the external voice and plucked his ears: "Just having passwords and no nuclear weapons is not enough, so just wait and see, she will definitely attack a certain Russian military force recently. The idea of ​​​​a base, and it is the easiest base to do, I suggest you pay close attention to the trends in Chechnya recently."

"No problem, but if you leave everything to me, what will you do?"

"Of course, to deal with Deke and Owen's equipment."

Ron looked up and saw that Caltech had arrived. It was already lunch time. Ron parked the car and walked directly to the cafeteria.

Sure enough, the quartet is here: "Hi, guys, long time no see. I guess you must have some good news about mechas to tell me, right?"

"No, on the contrary, I have bad news," Howard wiped his mouth with a napkin: "There was an accident in the biological laboratory here."

"Accident? What accident?"

"They injected radioactive isotopes into the mice, but the little guy bit one of the technicians and escaped, so the biology laboratory was sealed together with several other surrounding laboratories. Our exoskeleton laboratory just happened to It’s one of those things.”

Ron's heart sank: "How long will it take for the laboratory to reopen?"

"Don't worry, it will be reopened at noon tomorrow at the latest. I have completed the modification of the flight function you requested. However, the flight distance is only a limited thirty kilometers, but I guarantee that it will fly as fast as you requested."

"Well, it seems that I have to wait with you," Ron sat in the empty seat of the foursome: "I guess Sheldon must be at Amy's place, right?"

The three heads nodded together, and Ron spread his hands helplessly: "Then just ignore him. I'll go home and stay overnight, and I'll go with you to take out the mecha tomorrow."

"Hey, how's that technician doing? Has he got super powers?" Rajesh waited until Ron sat down and asked impatiently.

Howard: "No, he got five stitches and then a tetanus shot."

"That's so disappointing."

"Why do you say that?" Since they had nothing to do, Ron joined in their middle school conversation.

"If you were bitten by a creature contaminated with radioactive elements in the laboratory, you would definitely want to become a superhero, such as Spider-Man." Rajesh said matter-of-factly.

Howard said contemptuously: "Well, even if you are right, who wants to be the Rat Devil?"

"Who wouldn't want to? You can run around in a maze, crawl into tiny holes, and shut down a restaurant with just a few jumps. And the best part is, if I really become the Rat Devil, you You can be my follower, Rat Boy."

Rajesh's answer that was full of sophistication made Ron happy for a moment: "As for the superpowers you mentioned, I feel they are of little use. If you want to walk through the maze, just bring a GPS. If you don't To lose weight, it’s okay to drill a smaller hole. Finally, if you really want a restaurant to close, I suggest you not take a shower for a month, and then stop in front of that restaurant. I believe you will have the same effect. Effect."

"That's different. Superpowers are cooler. Don't you think so, Mouse Boy?"

Rajesh asked Howard for advice, and Howard objected: "First of all, let me make it clear that if you really have superpowers, I will not be a follower, you will be a follower."

"The Rat Demon should never be a follower!"

Ron covered his face. If he didn't need the two of them to help debug the equipment tomorrow, he really wanted to pretend that he didn't know these two top-notch machines.

Isn’t he just a superhero? I’ve even cosplayed it several times~

There is still an unsolved bank robbery case with the New York police. The photo of the suspect is Batman and Robin. If not Ron's masterpiece, what else could it be?

This is the real superhero, unlike the two of them who only speak with their mouths.

Ron didn't want to get involved in such nonsense, but he didn't expect that the flames of war would eventually get to him. After several arguments, Rajesh and Howard both turned to Ron: "Ron, who do you think is more similar between the two of us?" attendant?"

I think you all look like you are all cute little followers who make equipment for Master Batman~

Of course, these words must not be said out loud. Ron could only suggest: "If you have to compete, why don't you two find something to compete with? Leonard and I can be the referees for you. How? Like, Leonard?”

Anyway, the equipment couldn't be taken out today and Ron couldn't leave, so he didn't mind having some fun.

"OK, I don't care, but how do you want them to compare?" Leonard was flattered when Ron asked him.

"First of all, the first level is of course courage..."

An hour later, Ron returned to the restaurant with a white clay pot.

Leonard asked curiously: "Ron, what's in that jar of yours?"

"The first and most important thing about a superhero is, of course, Superman's courage." Ron did not answer directly, but put the jar between the three of them and started talking: "Everyone will feel fear, which is not shameful, but some People still choose to face their fears, and it is this superhuman courage that makes them worthy of being called superheroes."

"There is a big spider in this jar. How about you two just put your hands in it, and the one who takes it out last wins?"

"Of course!" Howard happily agreed, opening the jar and putting his hand in first: "Come on, Rajesh, are you scared?"

"No, but this...this..." Rajesh was most afraid of spiders. He stared at the jar but never put his hand in it.

"If you don't dare to put your hand in, just wait to be a follower for the rest of your life!" Howard said provocatively.

But probably because of Howard's stimulation, just when Leonard was about to declare Rajesh the winner, Rajesh suddenly put his hand in.

"Well done, Rajesh, congratulations on being one step closer to becoming a superhero." Ron nodded approvingly. He never thought that Indians could have such courage: "Can you tell me why you Do you suddenly dare?"

"Simple, the spiders have already crawled onto Howard's arm." Rajesh pointed, and Ron looked from his angle. Sure enough, a large bird-eating spider was crawling down the sleeve towards Howard's body.

"Ah! Ah!..." Howard burst out with a scream that was no less than a soprano: "Ron, help me get this thing off! Hurry up! Ron!"

Ron shook his head, stretched out his hand to pick up the spider, threw it into the jar and closed the lid: "Okay, I declare that Rajesh won the first round."

"Why? He obviously didn't put his hand in as long as I did!"

"Because I said the one who took out his hand last won, not the one who put it in the longest," Ron remained unmoved and continued to maintain his original judgment: "In addition, your panicked performance just now is very deducted. , if this is really a competition like America’s Got Talent, I will definitely not give you a light, where is referee Leonard?”

"agree."

"Okay, what's the next item? I will definitely beat him next time!"

Ron took them to the gymnasium of the University of California, found a deserted corner and spread the wrestling mat on the ground: "The second event, of course, is the unarmed fighting competition."

Ron said seriously: "Superhero weapons cannot be carried around forever. When there are no weapons, hand-to-hand combat is an indispensable skill. The rules of the game are very simple.

No kicking in the crotch, no gouging of the eyes, no chokeholds, any other method is up to you. As long as you can make the opponent fall down and unable to stand up, you will be considered a victory. How about it, gentlemen? "

"It's just what I wanted. I've been taking karate lessons since I was eleven years old. Rajesh, let me remind you, it's still too late for you to surrender." Howard, wearing a red tight-fitting wrestling suit, posed in a strange posture and bluffed.

Whatever the posture was, Ron was sure it wasn't karate.

"Really? I happen to have also taken Pilates classes at the gym. My abdominal muscles are as sharp as Dove chocolate squares. You are no match for me!"

Rajesh also struck another pose that exceeded Ron's imagination.

"If I remember correctly, Pilates seems to be a type of yoga. Rajesh, are you sure this will help in fighting?" Ron looked doubtful.

"Really?" Rajesh made a fake attack, which scared Howard back: "No matter what it is, he will definitely lose today!"