Daily life of an American TV drama agent

In Los Angeles, in the cabin next to Toretto's car repair shop, Ron and his men participated in the party of these gangsters for the first time.

Toretto's PARTY has always been a relatively free American BBQ, but after adding Chinese chefs Ron and Guan Yuming, the style began to become strange.

The traditional roast beef was retained, but it was the Cooper family's special roast beef that Ron cooked and marinated a little earlier and then roasted it all night.

The original roasted wings were replaced by Guan Yuming's roasted lamb skewers, as well as food such as lamb kidneys and lamb whips. Ron didn't know if they were as delicious as the original ones, but Ron was sure. Everyone will be busier than usual tonight in exercising before going to bed.

"Oh my god, what is this? Didn't we agree to eat barbecue? Why do I still see green grass? Are you sure this is not for little goats? I swear, I will never take a bite."

Roman looked at the "green grass" on the grill and was shocked. He didn't like eating vegetables the most, no matter in any form. Most people present had this idea. Frank Moses had even made up his mind to eat vegetables later. I never touched him at all.

"I heard from Joe Mason that you have a very young girlfriend, right?" Guan Yuming came up behind Frank unknowingly.

"Yes, her name is Sarah, she is a very beautiful woman."

"Then I suggest you eat more of these vegetables, because this food will have a repairing effect on certain functions that begin to decline after old age."

Frank had met Guan Yuming many times at the senior citizen club since he returned to Ron, so he naturally knew how rosy-cheeked Guan Yuming's wife was and how harmonious she looked.

So, maybe eating some veggies isn’t so bad?

Frank stretched out his hand towards the leeks that Guan Yuming had roasted. Roman swallowed hard and quietly stretched out his hand, but as soon as he reached halfway, he was grabbed by a big hand and stopped in mid-air.

Roman turned around and saw Ron's smiling face: "Didn't you just say that all this grass is for goats?"

"Ah? Did I say that?" Roman started to act stupid. I don't know if it was because of the black skin or because he was too thick-skinned, but he didn't blush at all.

"You must have heard wrong, or someone else said this and you thought it was me. I have always liked eating green vegetables." Roman quickly grabbed a few skewers on the grill with his other hand as if he was afraid that Ron would stop him. The roasted non-vegetables were not too hot, so I popped it into my mouth: "It tastes so good~"

"Okay, you can eat it if you like. I originally wanted to tell you that if you really don't like eating vegetables, sheep kidneys have the same effect. They are made from sheep kidneys. If you don't mind the special fishiness, In terms of taste, it is a rare delicacy for meat eaters."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I thought your waist was good enough and you didn't need to patch it up~" Ron spread his hands.

Roman was waiting to refute, proving that he had unlimited power. Before he could speak, Toretto brought him to the dining table from behind: "You took the first bite of food, so today you will say the prayer. Everyone gather around and let's do it together." Pray and get ready for dinner!”

In the yard, people gathered from all corners to the dining table. The dining table that was originally big enough for everyone to eat together and still had room left could not be crowded.

The few extra people simply stood aside, and everyone held hands and stood in a circle around the table.

Roman could only make nonsense: "Thank God for giving us the V8 engine and carbon fiber body. We will definitely use them to modify a better car and try to see you as soon as possible~"

"What the hell kind of prayer is this?" O'Connor expressed dissatisfaction with Roman's prayer.

"Eat yours!" Roman picked up a bunch of mutton skewers and stuffed it into O'Connor's mouth. He picked up a bunch of mutton kidneys and took a big bite in retaliation. For a moment, his mouth was full of fishy taste.

vomit!

It's better to eat leeks!

Roman raised his head and looked at Ron reluctantly, only to see him making a "V" to him proudly, and he immediately realized that he had been tricked.

Well, Ron actually didn't mean to play tricks on him at all, he just wanted to see if he could stand the taste. After all, let alone the West, even China, the birthplace of this kind of delicacy, couldn't accept such a heavy taste. There are a lot of people there too.

It turned out that Roman really couldn't accept it.

However, just when Ron thought that Roman would spit out the meat in his mouth and eat some more normal food, Roman actually took a big gulp of beer, forced the meat down, and then bit it as hard as taking medicine. Take a big sip and drink it with wine as well.

Ron was stunned.

How deficient is this in that area to make up for it in this way?

"Ron, Ron," Toretto waved his hand in front of Ron: "Are you listening?"

"What's the matter?" Ron came back to his senses.

"Dike will bring my son back, right?" Toretto asked expectantly.

"Of course, I have told you before. Deckard Shaw is not a bastard who only knows how to kill people as you think, but Owen is. He was completely dragged down by his unlucky brother."

Ron took a sip of beer to replenish his fluids and continued: "Actually, he has accepted the job offer from me, on the condition that he brings his brother with him. I don't care about this, as long as that bastard Owen stops causing trouble. I'd be happy to take on a villain as a goon."

"But I think you're playing with fire." Hobbes also came over with a bottle of beer, clinked it with the two of them, took a sip and joined in the conversation.

"Their brothers are both from the most mysterious special forces unit in the UK. The restless blood of that unit flows in their veins. If you can't keep a close eye on them, they will definitely cause greater trouble. How about giving one to me?"

Hobbes said it well in the first half, but in the last sentence, his true intention was revealed, and the atmosphere he created at the beginning disappeared instantly.

"That's my business," Ron put the bottle into the recycling box unhappily and opened another bottle of beer for himself: "Instead of caring about my affairs, you should care about Seve's whereabouts.

There was no sign of Seve on the plane attacked by the Shaw brothers, and there was no sign of her on the other two ghost flights shot down by anti-aircraft missiles. So where did this woman go? Is it really like what Owen said, 'She is a ghost, and you only have a chance to see her when she wants to find you'? "

"I don't know!" Hobbs' head got big when he mentioned this: "The Coast Guard has tested the bodies in the wreckage of the plane, and the DNA test showed that none of them were female. What's even more weird is that the bodies that were salvaged were not found. There is no information on the body, whether it’s DNA or fingerprints, in the FBI database, it’s like it appeared out of thin air.”

"It is impossible for a person to leave no traces from birth to death. If nothing can be found, then I think you can really check the insider internally to see who is cooperating with Sever." , concealing the identities of her men.”

Ron commented sharply.

Hobbes nodded convinced, but he felt a little unsure. There were more and more new situations appearing in the world, and he had only watched a few movies and TV series. Many situations had already happened that he had not expected. Outside, but he had no clue at all.

Ron plans to keep a low profile for a while recently. If he can't be offended, he can afford to hide from me, right?

Don't misunderstand Ron by looking at his extremely heroic performance in various crises and mistakenly think that he is the kind of thug agent who only knows how to be tough. In fact, this is not the case. On the contrary, Ron is the more cowardly type, and he will do whatever it takes to save his life. as the highest priority option.

All seemingly heroic performances have the most fundamental reason, and that is that he has someone to rely on and that is why he dares to be so unscrupulous.

Well, in this operation in Russia, his biggest trump card has never been revealed, and that is Peggy's hacking ability. Although Peggy is not guaranteed to be better than Seve, it can at least interfere with Seve's ability to throw the nuclear bomb. Ron can still do it on his head.

Even in the final moment when he was almost engulfed by an incendiary bomb, Ron was not afraid.

Isn't it just a burn? What if the whole body is burned beyond recognition? Ron had a friend who looked almost exactly like Forrest Gump and was the warden of a prison where a prisoner named John Coffey was held. No matter how badly Ron was injured, as long as he was touched by him for a while , you can be completely cured.

It's just that this thing is so magical that no one except Ron and his warden friend knows about it.

In this way, Ron and Toretto Hobbs chatted one after another. Toretto kept staring at the intersection absently. Finally, the person he was waiting for appeared.

Deke Portrait carried a cradle as if delivering food and delivered it to Toretto: "Here, our agreement is completed."

"Thank you, Xiao, I really don't know what I would do without you." Toretto gratefully took the child and picked him up carefully as if he were the most precious treasure in the world.

This was the first time that he held his son in his arms. He looked at him for a long time before handing him to Letty: "Letty, look, this is our son."

"What are you going to name him?" Ron came over and asked while teasing the child with his fingers.

"I plan to name him Deke, in memory of Deke Shaw who rescued him. What do you think?" Toretto looked around to ask for everyone's opinions.

"Decker? It's better to call him Jason Statham." Ron muttered softly.

"What did you say?" Toretto looked at Ron.

"No, it's nothing, I said Deke is a good name~" Ron quickly covered it up, while silently apologizing to little Deke in his heart.

Poor child, if you want to blame, just blame your father. For giving you this name, you will probably have nothing to do with hair in this life.

After naming the child, Toretto held the child and started chatting with Deckard Shaw, while Hobbes pestered him again, but this time he was not asking for someone.

"Ron, just now, I suddenly had a bold idea. Instead of our FBI spending all our efforts to investigate internally, and then arranging high-level police forces to guard against Seve, why don't we use 'science' like Seve did?" 'How about setting up an early warning system?"

"I guess what you want to say is not science, but procedures?" Ron was helpless to this simple-minded guy, but his idea was still interesting. Ron frowned: "But you have to understand crime Behavior is not a natural phenomenon, it is full of randomness and uncertainty, what do you want to do?"

"I think we can take out all the criminal files that our FBI has collected over the years, establish an archive, and then use this as a model to identify possible crimes. When this program issues an early warning to us, we can immediately send personnel to prepare for the crime. Wait where the crime is, so we don’t have to waste so many police forces on boring patrols, what do you think? Ron, is that feasible?"

Hobbes stared at Ron anxiously. Ron thought for a while before replying: "Your idea reminds me of a very annoying Englishman. He said, 'There is nothing new under the sun, everything is nothing. It's about doing old things over and over again'.

If you build a model to analyze and warn crimes, it may certainly be effective, but I need to remind you that this level of algorithm is definitely not something ordinary people can handle. I don’t think the higher-ups will approve this for you. A sum of funds. "

"FXXK!" Hobbs' originally expected smile suddenly collapsed: "I thought I could just go to Caltech and find a few computer talents to make it."

"This requires genius, Hobbes, do you understand genius?" Ron shook his head, trying to shake off Hobbes' unrealistic idea, because this idea also had a fatal attraction for him.

"Man, it's a good thing not to have this thing. Think about it, if you really find someone to make a machine like this, how terrifying it would be. It would monitor everyone in the world, no matter how small it is. Escape, even if you drink too much and urinate on the roadside, people will know it. Seriously, do you want to live like that?"

"Of course I don't want to! But facing Seve's possible revenge, I have to be prepared, right? I'm very worried about my daughter, she is only eleven years old. If one day Seve uses her to threaten me, maybe I will too Will make the same choice as Toretto.”

Of course, Ron understands Hobbes' concerns. Not everyone is like him and has enough protection around him.

"You can rest assured of this!"

As soon as Hobbs finished speaking, he saw the figure of Anonymous outside the yard: "From today on, your daughter will be surrounded by senior agents for 24-hour personal protection. I am very tempted by the idea you just mentioned. We can save a lot of money with this 'machine', are you willing to help me make this thing?"

Anonymous raised his eyebrows at Ron proudly: "What our CIA lacks most is talents and funds. This thing is not difficult for us."

Not short of money? Just wait for me, I will go to the CIA headquarters to check the taxes another day!