Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Because Ron was too destructive, he was refused by the angels to participate in the operation. He could only watch two angels and a short-legged reserve "angel" set off on the toilet head together.

But when they came back, they didn't bring back Christo's sample machine.

"What happened? I thought you would be able to bring things back if you stepped in." Ron took off his earphones. When Angel was not around, he did not go out. Instead, he stayed in the safe house of Charlie Detective Agency and talked with Xie who was far away in Los Angeles. Let's play Overwatch online with them.

This game was released as usual in this world according to Ron's original timeline. Once it was released, it attracted a large group of Blizzard fans to go crazy for it, including of course serious game fans like Sheldon.

But of course Ron also knows that this should be Blizzard's last blockbuster game. After that, it will be a downhill road for Blizzard. In addition to constantly selling feelings, until everyone has no feelings, Blizzard can no longer win. Release a phenomenal game.

"Are you just here to laugh at us? As you said, there is indeed a traitor among us. Someone got ahead of us and took away all the sample machines!" Jane said dissatisfied and angry at Ron.

"Please, what good will it do to me if you can't solve the task? We are not competing, we are cooperating, understand?" Ron spread his hands: "I hope you can solve everything, and then I will bring the new energy information and the little silly girl Let’s go back to Los Angeles together, what happened to her?”

Ron was mid-sentence when he noticed that Elena was a little depressed.

"It's nothing, I just accidentally killed someone." Sabina opened a bottle of Coke, took a sip herself, and put the lip-stamped Coke into Ron's hand: "This is the first time."

The coke given to Ron was certainly more than just flirting.

Well, Sabina does have some thoughts like this. After all, who doesn’t like a rich, handsome man who also has a sense of humor?

The more important reason was that she carefully discovered that Ron almost never touched water or food that had not been opened or drunk by others in the house. Sabina was worried that Ron was always thirsty, so she did this.

But Ron's next move immediately made her little thoughts go to waste.

Ron wiped off Sabina's lipstick marks with a tissue before taking a sip of Coke.

He was not targeting Sabina, but he had been with Peggy for so long that he had long been accustomed to the various traps that Peggy specially arranged for him by taking advantage of her female identity.

Of course, it's hard to say whether Peggy deliberately used this method to make Ron try to avoid provoking other women outside.

"Okay, what have you gained? If you have gained nothing, I just have a clue," Ron stood up and looked at the angels of Charlie Detective Agency triumphantly:

"I discovered that Fleming, the executive at Bullock Company, the guy who Elena said hid her report, had just booked a flight to Turkey an hour ago. Interestingly, the airport security camera happened to capture it. this."

The big screen lit up, and it showed the video of Fleming going through the security check. The moment he opened his suitcase, he could clearly see six white square objects arranged in two rows in the bag. It was at Bullock Company that The missing Christo!

"Oh my God! You are so amazing!" Sabina jumped up excitedly, and kissed Ron on the face while he was not paying attention. When Ron looked at her, Sabina raised her chin proudly. .

Ron touched the cheek he was kissed on: "It feels pretty good, but I prefer to be more proactive."

"Then do you want to kiss him back?" Sabina took the initiative to put her face in front of Ron.

Why are you hesitating? Ron kissed him unceremoniously.

"Wow~" In the room, the angels couldn't help but cheer together.

Istanbul, the capital of Türkiye.

“This place is amazing!”

"The crossroads of the world, a place where crisis and wealth coexist. Hey~ have you figured out where to stay tonight?" After getting off the plane, Sabina held hands with Ron. On the plane, the two people's seats were deliberately occupied by Ron. Arranged together, they were almost bored all the way, and they often sprinkled dog food on several other people.

Bosley rolled his eyes: "We have to first find out where Fleming lives, where he met the mysterious buyer, and then take back Crystal before it becomes a bad guy's weapon."

Elena: "Then how are we going to find him?"

"We don't have a base here, so..."

Bosley looked at Jane, who nodded helplessly: "Okay, I have an informant here, whom I met in MI6 before, but she may not like me very much."

"Are you also from MI6?" Ron was a little surprised.

"Of course, Jane is the second youngest female member of MI6 in the history." Bosley glanced at Ron proudly and showed off.

Jane's dark face turned red from Bosley's show off.

"Really? The youngest one just happens to be Heidi Xiao, right?" Ron pretended to be surprised and said: "She and her brothers happen to be working for me. Jane, do you know her?"

"I know……"

Ron VS Bosley, easy KO in the first round.

Bosley quickly changed the subject: "Okay, that's it, Jane, you go find your informant, we need local intelligence, the others will fix it and prepare..."

"Wait a minute!" Ron's cell phone rang and he picked it up and took a look: "I don't think you need to bother. The person you are looking for has already stayed at the Pasha Hotel. He will race at Velefendi at ten o'clock tomorrow morning. Meet with buyers at the venue.”

"How do you know?" Sabina looked at Ron with admiration.

"My people hacked into his phone." Ron spread his hands proudly and looked at Bosley: "Since the two of us started chasing the same mission, your people have always been in action. This time, leave it to me. How about ending everything in Istanbul and then ladies enjoying a romantic Turkey?"

According to the unspoken rules between intelligence agencies, if two agencies with no conflict of interest focus on a task at the same time, the one who comes first will have priority. After failure, the task will be handed over to the other party.

The so-called cooperation is nothing more than that no matter which side succeeds, the results of the task are shared by both parties, but the distribution ratio of the results...

Small front-line agents like Sabina and Jane may only see the success or failure of a mission, but big shots like Ron and Bosley are more concerned about the new energy revolution triggered by Christo behind the mission. possibility!

The development of human society today has actually entered the era of stock economy. Whether it is the United States, a pioneer in science and technology, or China, a rising star, human science and technology has really reached its limit.

The whole world has entered the era of dividing the cake, and wants to make the cake bigger again, unless there is a revolution in new energy technology, and Crystal allows Ron and Charlie Detective Agency to see this possibility.

Bosley bit his lip. Their two operations did indeed fail. Not only that, they also sacrificed a companion. Logically speaking, it is not shameful to hand over the task to Ron according to the previously negotiated terms, but he has always been strong. She is still a little unwilling, not to mention...

Bosley looked back at Jane standing behind her, and from her eyes, she could see the burning desire for revenge.

"I want to try again. If we don't succeed this time, it's not too late for you to take action again."

"I can't wait that long," Ron shrugged. Seeing Sabina's eyes asking for help, he couldn't help but feel soft in his heart: "Okay, or this way, we both act at the same time, and whichever side succeeds first will be successful."

After saying that, Ron turned and left.

Along with Fleming's intelligence, there was also a Crystal analysis report sent by Raj. In this report, Raj pointed out with certainty that Crystal's energy source is likely to be a new one. Unknown radioactive element.

Ron was ecstatic about this.

If Raj is not mistaken, doesn't it mean that he is not far away from the Iron Man suit?

…

"BOSS, is there really something the size of a fist that can provide enough energy to allow a car to run five hundred kilometers without refueling?"

At the Velifendi Racecourse, Ron and Arthur disguised themselves as ordinary horse bettors and mingled in the stands.

"If you ask me, my answer is that I don't know, but I know that even if the energy density is slightly worse, it will be like a revolution for the current automobile industry," Ron said, unwilling to dwell on uncertainties. Tan: "Don't talk about this, what happened to the old man I asked you to keep an eye on for me?"

"John Bosley? He just accepted the position of security director of Block Company in Berlin. What's wrong with him? Is he related to those beautiful girls?"

Arthur keenly discovered that the name Bosley happened to be the same name as the female detective agency agent who played opposite Ron. Ron could only explain to him again that Bosley was not a name, but a job title:

"In other words, the old man I asked you to stare at is the real Bosley. He is the founding partner of Charlie Detective Agency. In order to commemorate his outstanding contribution, the detective agency named this position after his surname. However, now I There is every reason to suspect that the founding partner betrayed him, and he is the real mastermind.”

"Just him?" Arthur didn't believe it. "If you didn't tell me, I would have thought he had some symptoms of Alzheimer's disease and he doesn't look like a powerful character."

"Arthur, you are beyond resemblance. Maybe in other time and space, he is wearing a helmet and managing a school with hundreds of mutants with superpowers as the principal, or he is driving the Enterprise spacecraft in the vast universe. Wandering around~"

"Okay, he does look a lot like Professor X, but what is the Enterprise spaceship you're talking about?"

"A spaceship from one of my brother's favorite science fiction shows, Star Trek."

Ron was talking, and when he narrowed his eyes, he saw the target Fleming walking into the racecourse, surrounded by a group of bodyguards, chatting and laughing with an Arab prince.

"Report to the BOSS. The target has been found. I can kill him with one shot now. Do you need me to take action?" Hank's voice came from the earphones.

At this moment, Hank was standing on the top of a high-rise building four hundred meters away, observing the situation here through a sniper rifle.

"No, the grenade is too powerful. If the Arab prince next to him is accidentally injured, God knows what kind of diplomatic disputes it will cause. It's better to wait quietly for other opportunities." Ron ordered.

Ron secretly thought that he was unlucky. If he had known better, he would have brought the accountant out. Unlike Hank, who was led into a cult and liked to pursue firepower, Ron's accountant has always preferred precision shooting weapons.

It can be regarded as a breath of fresh air in the IRS special operations team that is full of evil practices.

Arthur was anxious: "What should we do? Are we going to kidnap him now? We can't just watch those women succeed in front of us, right? This is simply a great shame!"

"Impossible, that's the prince of Abu Dhabi. I have protected him before. If I appear in front of him, no matter what my behavior is, it will easily be linked to politics." Ron shook his head:

"Don't worry, if we can't do it at will, I think our group of angels will be more restricted. Unlike us, they have..."

Before Ron could finish speaking, reality hit him in the face.

A soft sound suddenly came from the nearby signal tower. In the noisy racecourse, you couldn't hear it unless you listened carefully.

Then, when an anesthetic bullet hit Fleming, he just lowered his head, and the anesthetic needle pierced the neck of the prince's bodyguard next to him, and the bodyguard immediately lay down.

"There is an assassin! Protect the prince quickly!"

Suddenly, the crowd at the racecourse was in chaos like a hornet's nest. A large group of bodyguards surrounded the prince and retreated to the car.

"Damn it! They shot! Hank, retreat, don't let anyone find your weapon, retreat!" Ron stood up in shock, dragged Arthur and ran out with the surging crowd.

"BOSS, why don't we capture that person now?" Arthur was puzzled.

Ron let go: "If you want to go to jail for attacking foreign dignitaries, or be wanted globally, go ahead~"

Arthur gave up and ran after Ron!

Although Fleming left in a different car from the prince, Ron still did not dare to take the risk.

"Ten minutes later, we gathered at the south gate of the racecourse. The target was not with the prince. He may just be a guest of the prince and there is no political risk. We continue to track his mobile phone."

On the other side, the performance of the angels was in stark contrast to Ron's retreat. Not only did they not retreat with the crowd, Sabina instead grabbed a horse and took a trail and chased after him.

"Drive!" Sabina whipped the horse on the buttocks. The horse felt the pain and ran faster and faster. Finally, it stopped at the last intersection before the car was about to leave the racecourse.

Sabina kicked off her feet, used the last strength on the horse to jump up, and threw the tracker away.

"Bang!" Sabina fell heavily to the ground, took one last look at the tracker stuck to the rear of the car, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.