Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"Tell me where the nuclear bomb is?" The agent raised his gun and pointed it at the old man in front of him: "Ten seconds, or you will die."

"Interesting, you have to think clearly. After my men and I hid the nuclear bomb, I killed all the insiders. This means that only I know where the dangerous thing is. So, I bet you don't dare. shot."

The old man drank all the wine in his glass proudly, looking so arrogant that Ron was too embarrassed to look at him. He had seen people pretending to be beeping, but he had never seen them pretending like this. Know your position, you bastard!

This old man doesn't look professional at all. Doesn't he know that villains die from talking too much?

Sure enough, the next second, as if to prove Ron's guess, the agent sneezed, his hand shook, and he just happened to pull the trigger.

"Bang!" There was a bloody hole on the old man's head, and he died in a very funny way.

"Wonderful, really wonderful~" Ron clapped his hands and mocked: "I guess this is the advanced lesson Mr. President wants us to learn from the CIA, right? Arthur, remember this, all our agents must remember it before going out in the field. Physical examination.

Anyone with physical problems is not allowed to go out in the field, so as not to accidentally kill an important target by sneezing like other organizations. "

"Oh my God, my God, there must be too much pollen there. He didn't make a mistake intentionally. I can guarantee that," the fat woman in charge turned around in her chair and explained hurriedly:

"Fan has always been allergic to pollen. I usually put anti-allergy medicine in his suit pocket. Maybe he forgot to take it today."

"This is all my fault. I heard him sneezing some time ago, and I thought it was a sign. I will be responsible for his death. Be careful! Three people come in, leave immediately through the back door, and leave quickly!"

Halfway through her explanation, the fat woman suddenly spotted the little red dot on the radar and quickly returned to her job.

"As she said, this was all an accident. We will also strengthen the physical management of the agents in the future." The guide agent's face was ashen: "Why don't you come with me to the office to have a chat."

The guide made a gesture of invitation. Ron looked at his watch and felt that the time here was almost gone. He smiled and shook his head and refused: "No, I think through today's visit, I have already gained a good understanding of the capabilities of your institution." Now that we have a general understanding, I believe we will have many opportunities for cooperation in the future.”

The guide's expression had just improved, but he was so angry at Ron's next words that he almost vomited blood on the spot.

"For example, come to our Aiais occasionally to clean the house, or deliver takeaways, etc. Oh, especially to teach you the experience of living with mice. I think you should be very good at this."

"Rat? Where did the rat come from?"

"It's right there." Ron pointed to the side gracefully. A woman in the command center had a rat crawling on her head at some point. She screamed when Ron prompted her.

The other women around quickly took whatever weapons they could find, such as files or keyboards, and smashed the mouse on the woman's head. For a moment, everything was in a panic.

Ron didn't know whether the rat hit him or not, but by the time he walked out of the office, the woman who had the rat crawling on her head was beaten almost to the point of losing her breath.

"Hahaha..." Walking out of the door of the CIA office building, even Arthur, who always had a dead face, was amused and laughed wildly: "Boss, are you really sure this is the CIA branch command building? I feel like they are better than Ji and Pierre. The comedy is also funny.

Thank you Boss, if it weren't for you, I would still have to pay for cable TV after seeing this. I would definitely tell Hank how much he lost by not coming to this exchange event. "

However, compared to Arthur's laughter, Ron was not in such a good mood, because just after he went out, she received a message that made him very unhappy.

That's the case they just saw the CIA responsible for, and now they have to handle it too.

"Okay, as long as you are happy, I have something even happier to tell you."

"What? Did you really buy the ticket for Key and Peele? Can you take me to watch it with you?" Arthur looked at Ron in disbelief. At this moment, it was as if he had a holy light on his body, which attracted Arthur deeply. Se.

"No, it's the trouble you just took over now." Ron forwarded the mission briefing information to Arthur: "Here, here are all the information on this case. I wish you good luck."

"Boss! This is unfair. Why do I have to work overtime when everyone else is on vacation?! And with those idiots from the CIA, they will trick me to death!" Arthur complained loudly and dissatisfied.

"Maybe this operation is not as bad as you think," Ron looked at the mission briefing, his eyes getting brighter and brighter: "I have decided, I plan to go with you in this cooperative operation!"

"Let's go together? Boss, are you sure you're not talking crazy?"

Arthur asked suspiciously. Of course he had reason to be suspicious, because Ron had always been the last one to come and the first to leave in the office every day. He was a model of plundering the wool of capitalism.

Now he actually takes the initiative to work overtime with Arthur, which is even more impossible than Sheldon participating in the NBA draft and leading the Bobcats to win the championship with an undefeated record!

But Ron didn't see it that way: "Would you like to guess where the next important target person in the CIA intelligence is?"

Arthur said angrily: "Where? I don't think he is in Hawaii?"

"Better than Hawaii! Have you seen this beauty?" Ron happily showed Arthur the photo of the target: "Her name is Rena, and she is planning to go to Paris to contact buyers who are interested in buying nuclear bombs. In other words, we can spend the CIA's funds and have a good vacation in Paris."

"And I guess he must be looking for more than one buyer. In other words, if we are lucky, we can go on a ten-day trip to Europe. How about it? Are you interested in joining us?"

Ron held out his hand to Arthur.

Arthur responded with the same evil smile: "Of course, I can't ask for a boss."

And just when the two of them were grinning and preparing to trick the CIA, a figure hit Ron hard. Ron hit the person's neck with his elbow almost out of reflex, and kicked his calf hard with the other. Then he stretched out his legs.

The visitor fell to the ground, and Ron quickly took out a gun from his waist and put it on the back of his smooth head: "Bitch, who sent you here?"

"Hey! Man, don't shoot, it's one of our own." The man quickly raised his hands above his head and stood up slowly: "I am also an agent of the CIA, Rick Ford, who is known as the legend of the CIA."

"Really? Turn around and let me see your work ID." Ron clicked his head with the gun, and the man slowly turned around, but when he turned around, Ron and Arthur At the same time, he showed an expression that he had seen a ghost.

"Wang Defa! What the hell is this?!"