Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Originally, after Ron returned to Los Angeles, he should have paid attention to the murder case that Sherlock handled before he left.

But a piece of information forced him to go to Europe first.

Before Sheldon and others could reverse engineer a miniaturized nuclear battery based on the red mercury bomb Ron brought back from Russia, good news came from Europe.

A new type of energy, something that is very likely to cause a new round of power revolution, Christo has been successfully developed!

Although Ron didn't know what it was, it didn't stop him from going and taking a look first.

Hamburg, Germany's second largest city, is also Germany's most important seaport and largest foreign trade center.

Ron was sitting alone in a cafe holding his laptop, typing on the keyboard, looking like an ordinary customer surfing the Internet in a cafe.

In order not to attract attention, he also wore a pair of plain glasses, a large-sized windbreaker that covered his strong figure, and finally a wig with thick bangs covering most of his face.

He looks like an ordinary otaku. He is not a very familiar person, and it is difficult to connect him with the notorious wolf of the IRS.

Of course, Peggy's name must be included in this list of very familiar people.

"Did I mention your new look is just as handsome as you always are?"

"Of course, you've told me twice...Oh thank you," Ron raised his head and smiled at the African waiter. After they left, he continued chatting with Peggy on the headset: "But, you really Are you sure there will be such a magical new energy source?"

"Wireless, it uses electromagnetic pulses to transmit power, and it can automatically identify nearby people and animals through programs and let the electromagnetic pulses bypass them. Why does it sound a bit fantasy to me? What is its energy source? Nuclear energy or magic? Or the aura of heaven and earth? "

Ron's source of information was Peggy.

"Who knows? I don't know anything about how it works, but you can ask one of the design participants, Elena, in person later. Just like the information I gave you, she made an appointment with a media reporter here , who said he wanted to expose the inside story of the company, it was the black man in the corner."

Ron followed Peggy's guidance and looked over, feeling that this face was inexplicably familiar.

"Okay, I'm sure that the energy source of this black technology should be magic."

"Why do you say that?"

"Don't you feel familiar when you see this face? This is obviously the wizard from Shazam~" Ron opened the DC comic page on the computer. He knew that Peggy could also see it.

"Ron, stop reading so many comics with Sheldon in the future. How is magic possible?" Peggy chuckled.

Ron was noncommittal. This face had a story written all over it. He had a hunch that this operation would not be easy.

"Look, that's Elena."

Ron looked up, and while he was talking, a white girl with curly hair and a red dress walked into the cafe, and then walked directly towards the black man sitting in the corner.

"Peggy, can you let me hear their conversation?" Ron looked at the black man's cell phone on the table and felt something in his heart.

"Of course, no problem." Peggy quickly hacked into the phone, and then their chat was transmitted back to Ron's headset.

"Mr. Bosley, thank you for being willing to see me..."

Ron frowned, and Peggy, who had been observing Ron through the monitor, asked in confusion: "What? Is there any problem?"

"This name, although Bosley is not a very common surname in Europe, happens to be the same as the job title in an organization I know. I don't think this is a coincidence."

"Organization? What organization?"

"A name is called a detective agency, but it does the work of an agent. It is an organization dedicated to world peace. It is characterized by the fact that its members are mainly beautiful women, known as angels. Last month, the case of a London bank embezzling women and children's funds They were the ones who found out.”

"I heard about that case and what they did."

"The director of a London bank made an appointment with a senior waiter to chat with him at the high-end hotel where he was staying. Of course, the senior waiter was an angel. The result is self-evident. Of course, a man has no resistance to a sexy creature like an angel. ~”

Ron scoffed with a shrug.

"So that's it, so if you encounter it, you won't be able to resist?" Peggy's earphones were full of jealousy.

Ron already has enough women. If the number continues at this rate, she will definitely go crazy. Although women with good looks and intelligence like her will never be short of licking dogs, who makes her like Ron? What about one?

"How is that possible? They just call themselves angels, and I have a real angel by my side, right?" Ron immediately switched back to sweet talk mode.

At the same time, Ron began to inadvertently look at other people in the cafe.

At first, he thought he was the first to get the information, but now it seems that someone has already learned the information in advance and rushed to make a plan ahead of him.

The other customers in the store seemed normal, except for the weird tattooed man who was sitting by the window and typing on an old-fashioned typewriter.

Ron noticed that the man was always in a tense state, always observing the people around him. The most interesting thing was that his attention was never on the article he typed, but on the mirror inside the typewriter.

Through the reflection of the mirror, you can clearly see the position behind him, and the person facing behind him happens to be Ron's target.

There was something wrong with this person at first glance, but Ron was still a little suspicious, because most angels are female.

"Is it him?" Peggy obviously noticed Ron's target through the camera and asked curiously.

"I don't know, but generally angels are female, but the customers in the store..."

Halfway through Ron's words, a cup was handed to him: "Sir, the coffee you ordered."

"Thank you." Ron nodded slightly. He was still the African-American waiter just now.

etc!

As soon as Ron took the cup, he immediately noticed something was wrong, but his face remained calm. He took a sip of coffee and continued typing on the computer. He switched to typing to chat with Peggy, and he still used Chinese.

"There's something wrong with this waitress, she should be an angel!" Ron turned his head and glanced at the waitress who was secretly looking at his screen, with a smile on his lips.

Did I ask you to peek at the screen? If you have the guts, keep reading~ If you understand, I lose!

As we all know, English and other European languages ​​are basically part of the Indo-European language family, and several languages ​​borrow words from each other, so when you master one of the languages, it is easy to master the other.

So in Europe there are often people who speak several languages.

But Chinese is different. It is another language system relative to the Indo-European language family: the Sino-Tibetan language family.

It's a completely different thing. Compared with languages ​​of the same language family, the difficulty of learning is not generally difficult. Although more and more foreigners are learning Chinese now, this African-American waiter is obviously not one of them.

"What? Is there anything else?"

"Nothing, I just want to see if you need more sugar. If not, forget it." The waiter ran away.

"Well done! How did you find that little bitch?"

"It's very simple. She kept staring at my computer screen when she handed me coffee. Normal waiters rarely have such curiosity. Of course, this is only a secondary reason. The more important reason is that she is so cute. The calluses on the fingers happen to be in places that are used when holding guns all year round, such as my hands.”

Ron waved slightly to the position of the camera: "Now it seems that the only ones not watching here are angels, and there is another group of people. Maybe what the angels want to do is to protect the safety of that little silly girl just now."

While talking, Ron saw the African-American waitress finally notice the typing geek in the mirror, pick up the receipt and hand it to the man who called himself Bosley.

"Here's your ticket."

The man was shocked: "Elena, you should go to the bathroom."

"No, thank you." Elena was a little confused, but still politely refused.

"No, you have to go, go quickly." Bosley said in a serious tone.

The tattooed man had already noticed something strange here, suddenly picked up the typewriter and threw it towards the two of them, and quickly took out a pistol.

"Bang!" As soon as the tattooed man fired a shot, the African-American waiter used a stool to knock his pistol upwards. Then he took the opportunity to raise the stool above his head and was about to swing it at his head.

But the tattooed man immediately punched the waiter in the abdomen. The waiter's momentum froze, and the hand holding the stool was weak. The tattooed man took the opportunity to kick the stool away.

When the waiter saw this, he immediately stopped caring about whether it was a stool or not. He endured the pain and punched back, but the tattooed man's dexterous hand passed through the waiter's fist. Taking advantage of his long arm, he punched him just before the fist was about to be smashed. The moment before it reached my own face, I happened to touch the waiter's face, and then pressed it hard.

"Boom!"

The waiter's head was hit so hard on the table that Ron couldn't help but feel sorry for her for a second.

But her blow was not in vain. At the same time that the waiter was hit on the table, she took advantage of the tattooed man not paying attention and hit the tattooed man on the head with the wine bottle she secretly picked up with her other hand. People fell to the ground at the same time.

"Aren't you going to intervene?"

"No, it's not necessary. The target person has already run away." Ron said nonchalantly.

The waiter's role was just to delay. As soon as the two of them started to make a move, Bosley had already run away with Ron's target Elena, then drove a car and parked in front of the cafe.

After the waiter got up, he didn't pick up the gun immediately. He just ran two steps and broke the glass, and then plunged into the car. The tattooed man saw this and quickly chased him out.

"Do you need me to help you continue to track him? Do you need me to help you kill him?"

Peggy has the final control over all of Ron's drones. In addition to those equipped with submachine guns and Yuri's Fu, there are of course many small missiles installed on these drones.

"Of course." Ron nodded and took off his glasses and wig. Everyone was gone, so there was no need to continue the show: "But just kill them. This is a German place after all, so don't cause unnecessary trouble. I believe they will have a result soon, and I don’t believe that angels will have no back-up when doing things.”

When he walked out the door, he happened to see the tattooed man's SUV passing in front of him, and almost hit a woman holding a gun.

This is probably the angel's back-up plan, right? Ron started the car and drove directly in front of the woman: "Need a lift? Madam? Or an angel?"

"Thank you! Help me catch up with that car!" the woman shouted anxiously, without any fear of being called out.

"No problem, drag racing, I've always been professional." As he said that, Ron stepped on the clutch with his left foot, stepped on the accelerator halfway with his right foot, and quickly shifted into first gear the moment the rpm reached the threshold. Then release the clutch and depress the accelerator to the bottom.

Boom~

The power of the engine was maximized by Ron in an instant, and the car immediately ejected like a rocket off the string.

"Cool!" the woman couldn't help shouting.

"You haven't told me your name yet?"

"Sabina, who are you?"

Ron felt something cold pressed against his waist. Obviously, this little girl named Sabina was not as careless as she seemed.

"Ron Lee Cooper is half of your colleague. Like you, he is from the justice and lawful camp. I don't think you need to be so wary of me. Sabina, I have cooperated with your people many times before. For example, Natalie, Dailan and Alex, if you know these seniors."

"Oh! God, you are Playboy Ron!" Sabina opened her mouth in surprise: "The man who can conquer three seniors in one night! The legendary best man!"

As she said that, Sabina's eyes unconsciously glanced at Ron's lower body.

This little pervert!

Ron rolled his eyes angrily, what exactly had he been demonized in Charlie's detective agency?

"OK, no matter what your internal legend is about me, at least you have heard of me, so can you take that thing off my waist? It's very rude to do this for the first time."

Ron knocked open the guardrail in the middle of the road, took a shortcut and drove in the opposite direction to catch up: "By the way, how are the friends I met before? Are they still angels?"

"The three seniors have retired a long time ago. This should be the last mission with you. As for where they are now, in order to protect the retired angels, this is a secret. Oh my God! They are there! Open the skylight! Open the skylight and let me kill them. he!"

Seeing the SUV chasing her companion, Sabina immediately slapped Ron's arm excitedly.

Ron could only open the sunroof.

Sabina leaned forward and held the gun with both hands to keep her shooting steady, but before she could fire, the SUV in front of her fired a burst of "click-click" shooting sounds.

"A 5.56 MINI Gatling?" Ron recognized the type of gunshots immediately: "Your friend seems to be in trouble."

MINI Gatling is also called the Minigun M134 machine gun. It is the smallest model of Gatling with the smallest caliber of 5.56. It is a Gatling machine gun that ordinary people can actually hold and shoot.

But no matter how small he is, he is still Gatling.