Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Los Angeles night, in front of Gerald Nightclub.

"Hi, handsome boy, how much do you want for one night?" A woman in her 40s, dressed in gorgeous clothes, squeezed in front of Ron, raised her eyebrows charmingly, and waved a roll of green dollars in front of Ron's eyes. Swinging back and forth, there was also a lump of flesh deliberately exposed on the old aunt's chest.

"Sorry, we only sell our bodies, not...FXXK! I mean we are just here to have fun, not for sale." Ron pushed the woman away and complained to Hobbs beside him:

"I told you a long time ago that I asked you to change some clothes. Oh my God, is there nothing in your wardrobe that is not tight? Even I look like a duck when I walk with you! This is already today The ninth one!”

Ron looked helplessly at Hobbs, who was still wearing a sexy tight vest underneath and a denim jacket outside, looking helpless.

He was beginning to regret it now, regretting that Hobbes had agreed as soon as the price was raised to 30 million.

In his opinion, this meager income was nothing compared to the color he paid tonight! Since the beginning of the surveillance here, this is the ninth middle-aged woman who has paid him to chat with him, and the culprit of all this is Hobbes next to him.

Hobbes's side is already the fifteenth!

Sure enough, when a woman reaches a certain age, not only her needs are greater, but her tastes are also heavier.

"Sorry, my informant said he has arrived, we can go there now." Hobbs looked at the message on his phone and suddenly stood up.

Hobbs didn't have much information about biological and chemical weapons. He only knew that the thing was lost, and even the nameless person didn't even explain the specific situation of the virus, or he knew it but deliberately didn't tell it. In Ron's opinion, all of this was more worthwhile. I doubt whose hands this thing came from.

Ron even doubted whether this thing was simply jointly developed by Britain and the United States. The thing that could not solve the world's major crisis in the future was a simplified version of this thing.

It's a pity that Mason hasn't sent back any information yet, so when Ron heard Hobbes mention the word biological weapons, he couldn't tell how excited he was. Just when he was worried that he wouldn't have the chance to touch related things, Hobbes handed him a pillow and said Is this a good thing?

However, in order to prevent Hobbes from seeing his intentions, Ron still resisted for a while, and only agreed to get some funding from the CIA.

The two of them passed through the lively hall and backstage in turn, and came to the last room behind the tattoo room. The thin Mexican man inside was their target tonight, and he was surrounded by a circle of men who were not easy to mess with at first sight. will become a hindrance to action.

"Who are you?" The skinny man looked wary, and even his men gathered around nervously.

"Good evening, I am the Texas cowboy you are talking about." Ron made a cowboy hat-off ceremony with a hat that did not exist at all, and suddenly got angry before the shocked expression on the other person's face ended.

Pointing his toes, a jab suddenly hit the skinny man's neck. The skinny man immediately covered his neck and knelt on the ground. Just as Ron was taking action, Hobbs also suddenly took action.

Picking up the collar of one of his men, he lifted him up and threw him onto another man. Then he grabbed the arm that was strangling his neck and threw him forward hard. The unlucky guy who overestimated his own strength and planned to sneak attack him from behind was killed. He fell over his shoulder and fell to the ground.

"Eh~ It's so pitiful~" Ron couldn't help but feel sad for that person.

The fat man next to him looked at Ron's clone, saw the opportunity, and touched his pocket. A cold light flashed, and a dagger pierced Ron's waist.

Just when he thought he was about to succeed and began to imagine the painful and twisted expression on Ron's face after he succeeded, his hand holding the knife was suddenly grasped tightly by a large hand like an iron pliers.

The fat man thrust forward hard, but the dagger seemed to be frozen, unable to move forward. Si Hao raised his head in horror, and met Ron's playful smile.

"NO, NO, NO~" Ron smiled and shook his finger at him: "I don't think sneak attacks are a good habit. Come on, how about giving this to me?"

Ron couldn't help but break up, snatching the dagger from his hand as easily as snatching a lollipop from a three-year-old child, and then nailed his hand to the table with his backhand.

"Ah~" The fat man screamed in severe pain. Of course, Ron couldn't let him keep screaming like this, so he punched him in the head again, causing him to faint from the pain.

At this point, Hobbes has also taken care of a few minions.

"Well done."

"You're good too."

With no one in the way, Ron picked up the skinny man's collar and threw him on the tattoo chair: "Lend me this."

Ron picked up the tattoo gun and pointed it at the skinny man's head.

"What are you going to do?!"

"NO, NO, NO, wrong answer," Ron shot a gun into the skinny man's forehead: "This is a question and answer game. The rules are what I ask and what you say. Do you understand? If you understand, we will play it again. "

The skinny man nodded in horror to show that he understood, because he knew that Ron would not just talk about it, he would actually do it.

"OK, let me do the talking this time," Ron pressed the tattoo gun and made a sizzling sound: "I am tracking the super virus mentioned by someone on the dark web, and I am preparing for the auction. Tell me about this."

"I swear, I really don't know." The skinny man shook his head vigorously.

"Tsk, tsk~ Wrong answer, I think you want to suffer a little more."

"I really do not know."

"Shh~" Ron put a finger to his mouth to stop him: "Listen, although my patience is very limited, I happen to have plenty of time.

I'll ask you one last time. This time I've thought about my answer. If your answer still doesn't satisfy me, I will tattoo "Hamlet" on your head, and my good friend will tattoo it on your other head. A copy of "Romeo and Juliet" is tattooed on the little head. Do you understand? "

After Ron finished speaking, Hobbs also picked up a tattoo gun from the side and stared at his crotch with malicious intent, making the skinny man tighten his anus in fear.

"Now, let me ask you one last time, how much do you know about that virus?"

"I'm telling you, I'm telling you everything," the skinny man wetted his trousers: "That's the CT-17 virus, a biochemical weapon programmable to target a specific race. People on the street call it 'Snowflake'. I just He sold the information that MI6 escorted him, and I don’t know anything else!”

Hobbs quickly asked: "A CIA agent betrayed the enemy and took the virus away. Now I want to know who you sold the information to?"

But this time, the skinny man did not answer directly like before. Instead, his whole body was trembling, showing a very scared look.

Ron knew that it must be the organization that bought the information from him that made him so panicked, and he couldn't help but become curious, but the way he was curious was different from Hobbes.

Hobbes only verbally threatens, but Ron actually follows through.

"To survive or not to perish, that is the question..." Ron was chanting as he tattooed words on the skinny man's face, and the skinny man began to scream because of Ron's actions, but Ron didn't care and instead blamed him. He glared at Hobbes: "Hobbes, why are you still standing there? Start working. If you don't remember the original text, you can Google it on your phone."

"No," Hobbes suppressed his nausea and took off the skinny man's pants: "I was just thinking about how to tattoo a Shakespeare play on such a small thing. Is there a magnifying glass here?"

"Oh~ I'm sorry, it's my fault," Ron said with an apologetic expression: "I'm too used to using my own size to measure others. Otherwise, it would be better if you tattoo a sonnet for him...this size is also That’s enough, forget it, just write OK, that’s enough space to write this word.”

"No! I said, it's Aideen! Oh my God, I said it, please let me go!" Seeing Hobbes' tattoo gun getting closer and closer, the fuckboy finally broke down and cried in embarrassment. come out.

"This is a good boy." Ron threw away the tattoo gun and patted his face. Just when the skinny man relaxed his vigilance, he suddenly pressed his head and hit the backrest, causing the skinny man to faint.

"Hobbes, I think we are in trouble now." After returning to the car, Ron's expression immediately became solemn.

"Why do you say that?"

"Aidean, this is a worldwide terrorist organization that has always believed in social Darwinism and advocates killing some inferior races so that humans can evolve better. Maybe you don't know that Seve, who was killed by us before, and Several other related drug traffickers are more or less deeply connected with them."

"If that's the case, can't we just apply for the army to kill them?" Hobbes asked confused.

"No, they are too powerful. They have even penetrated into every aspect of every government organization around the world. Their people are everywhere." Ron shook his head: "Have you seen The Avengers? They are like those in it. The Hydra organization not only possesses great strength, but also has countless black technologies."

"No way? It's just a terrorist organization." Hobbes expressed disbelief, with an expression that looked like you thought I was scared.

"Do you still remember the golden circle that I took away before?"

Hobbes nodded: "Of course I remember, I'm impressed. Their technology in biological viruses and robots is really amazing. Wait, you didn't mean..."

"Yes, it's what you think." Ron sighed helplessly: "That drug trafficking trust is just a money-making machine launched by Aideen. You don't really think that a group of drug dealers with little education can create such a thing. It’s a black technology that hasn’t been developed by many universities, right?”

Ron had wondered before during the Golden Circle incident, why a drug dealer who graduated from a business school could have advanced robots and mechanical arms that even Howard was amazed by, even though she didn't have any scientists working for her.

Especially the mechanical arm. In Howard's words, if material factors are not considered (because in reality he really can't find materials similar to vibranium), the capabilities of that mechanical arm are basically as shown in the comics. It came out pretty much the same.

Don't forget that Howard is recognized as the strongest engineer in the world's top universities!

Such comments can be said from his mouth, which shows Aideen's technological strength.

"Then what should we do now?" After Ron said this, Hobbs also started to have a headache.

"First of all, we need to find the traitorous agent. My experience tells me that from now on, any intelligence that is not seen with our own eyes may be false information given to us through various channels. Maybe there is another hidden reason in this matter. .”

"Okay, I'm going to book our tickets to London." Hobbs's biggest advantage is that he always does what he says. He immediately took out his mobile phone and was about to book a ticket, but was stopped by Ron.

"No, not us, but yourself."

"Why?"

Ron patted Hobbs on the shoulder: "If you want to take the risk, settle your family first. Call Rebecca and tell her that Uncle Ron will pick her up tomorrow and I will send her to an absolutely safe place."

Hobbes said gratefully: "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Besides, you won't have to worry about Britain's actions. I will arrange for you an excellent agent who is familiar with Britain to act with you in Britain."

"Who is it? Is it Arthur? I have always admired Arthur's skills. It's great to be with him!" Hobbes said excitedly when he heard that he still had people.

He has been coveting the strength of Ron's men for a long time, especially Arthur. If he can help them, they will be even more powerful.

Ron smiled mysteriously: "Your guess is very close, but let me give it a try first. I will give you a surprise when you arrive in the UK. Before that, I need to get our family settled first."

When dealing with a crazy team like Aideen, Ron is most worried about his family, but fortunately, he has Forrest Gump's gang to protect him in his hometown, so he shouldn't have to worry too much.

The real trouble is that there are too many of his women in Los Angeles and they are too scattered. For the convenience of protection, Ron can only send Hobbs's daughter Rebecca to the Gallagher house to stay with Fiona. Together with Hope, protected by Mr. and Mrs. Smith.

Caroline and Max's home is very close to Toretto's car repair shop. Ron only needs to make a phone call to ask the leader of the Los Angeles drag racing gang to personally protect them. Gizelle is an agent herself, so self-protection is no problem. .

As for Peggy, with her IQ, it is good enough that she does not bully others. Who else can bully her? Besides, almost no one knows about the relationship between Ron and her, so the fire cannot burn her.

The most obvious and dangerous person left was Collins. Ron needed to find a way. With this thought in mind, Ron found her phone number and called her.

"Good evening, my dear, I want to discuss something with you. There is something wrong with my side job recently. Would you mind checking it out for me? Don't worry, it won't be long, it will only take about a week. That's a problem. Beautiful island, if you are willing, I will ask someone to pick you up tomorrow."