Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"Hey, Taj, do you think Ron is crazy? Have you seen that old man? Even this old man who looks like he has Alzheimer's is acting with us? If it weren't for the fact that we couldn't fit in the car, I would be serious I suspect that he will also call a few old men to make our team a senior citizens' performance group, and maybe we will even take photos of them."

Roman squeezed next to Taiji and said cowardly that they and Marvin Burgess, who had just been complained about by Roman for being nervous, were all selected by Ron to participate in this operation.

Because Monteto is a special zone controlled by drug-trafficking warlords, the plane can only take them to a nearby place and then drive forward.

But the landscape of the tropical rainforest still caused some trouble for them. The closer they got to the signal source of the aircraft black box, the harder the road became. In the end, they could only move forward on foot.

Marvin glared at him reflexively, and Roman stared back not to be outdone. However, Marvin had no intention of continuing to stare at him. He glanced at him casually, then turned around and continued on his way.

Taiji couldn't stand it anymore: "Shut up, this man was said to be the number one killer of the CIA back then. You can't beat him even if you kill him."

"Hey, so what if he is the number one killer of the CIA? I, Mr. Roman, am not easy to mess with. Go to Chicago and ask, who hasn't heard of my name, Roman? Believe it or not, I can dismantle his in just five minutes. Old bones."

Roman shouted in a very exaggerated manner, which attracted everyone to look over and added a bit of joy to the team. Roman is of course very famous in Chicago, and his status is probably equivalent to what Da Zhangwei means to the capital.

Having never beaten Roman, you are embarrassed to say that you are from Chicago.

"Really? Do you want to try it now and see if you can break my old bones?" Roman took a few steps forward and walked to Marvin.

Marvin threw away his backpack: "Come on! Just give it a try!"

"Ron, don't you worry about that?" Toretto asked worriedly as he glanced at the conflict over there.

"No need, it can just be used as a way to lighten the mood," Ron shouted to the two people who were at war with each other: "Since you don't agree with the other, how about a contest? The loser will be responsible for carrying the backpack for the other one. .”

This operation went very smoothly for them, so smoothly that it even made Ron feel uneasy, so he didn't mind Roman looking for some trouble to add some fun to the team.

"That's it..." Before Roman could finish the last word, he suddenly punched Marvin in the face.

Since being dealt with by Ron last time, Roman has been looking for experts to learn boxing for a long time. Coupled with the unexpected skills he learned from being on the streets since he was a child, Roman has a very good effect on ordinary people.

But is Marvin an ordinary person? Originally, there were only a few agents who could survive and retire in this profession, and Marvin, together with Frank Moses, was an elite among the agents who emerged from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood. It can be said that the perception of danger has become a biological instinct. .

How could Roman's little sneak attack be taken seriously by Marvin?

Seeing that his fist was about to reach his face, Marvin reached out and touched Roman's arm with his elbow, and then suddenly popped out two fingers and thrust them into Roman's eyes with unabated force.

When Roman saw this, he hurriedly used both hands to block it. Unexpectedly, he fell into Marvin's plan. Marvin's other hand had already been bent into a claw shape, and he lifted Roman's from bottom to top. The key part was pinched by Marvin. Marvin just pinched it gently, and Roman's screams resounded throughout the world, and even made people hear a bit of a hen's crow.

"Oh oh oh~~"

"You have a good crow. If you were in the village, all the roosters would be unemployed. Then," Marvin threw the backpack into Roman's arms: "I hope your bag-carrying skills are as professional as your crow."

Roman was about to mutter something when he was walking with his backpack, but Ramsey, who had been looking down at the computer while walking, suddenly shouted excitedly: "This is it, we are close to the signal source."

"You don't need to tell me this, I already know it. The black box must be in that pile of rubble." Ron pointed to the wreckage of the plane next to him speechlessly. After a short period of getting off the car, they finally arrived at the site of the plane crash. .

"I can do more than that," Ram followed him into the wreckage of the plane and said dissatisfiedly: "I can also help you find Mr. Anonymous's distress signal, which was sent from here."

Ramsay walked to the middle of the cabin and lifted the carpet, revealing a crystal screen-like thing inside.

"It looks like someone wanted to pry it open," Toretto looked at the marks on it with a solemn expression: "The plane probably crashed before it could be pried open."

"Or in order to prevent them from prying open, the plane crashed here on purpose." Ron stood next to Toretto and echoed: "No matter what, there must be something important in this that the anonymous person wants us to discover. Can you Open it, Ramsay?”

"This cover cannot be pried open, but I can try. Give me a minute and I can open it." Ramsay confidently placed the decoder on the black area next to the screen, not knowing how to use it. , quickly let the decoder interact with the screen, and green codes flashed on the screen. Taking advantage of this gap, Arthur Hui, who had already searched around, reported:

"BOSS, there's not even a human figure around here, and Mr. Anonymous has not been found either."

"It's been more than a week since the plane crashed. Arthur, it would be weird if you could find him." Ron relaxed his shoulders and said indifferently: "Remember, guys, the purpose of our trip is just to search for clues and see if there are any. Possibility of saving lives.”

"I believe that Anonymous must be alive, because we didn't find a single body around here. In other words, after the plane crashed here, everyone survived, but poor Anonymous was probably kidnapped by the group of people who rescued Cypher. Yes, as long as..."

Ron was mid-sentence when he was suddenly interrupted by Ramsay: "Done!"

The screen clicked, and a secret door opened. Ramsay reached out and pulled out a white metal box. When he opened the box, he found a hemisphere made of black triangles.

"What is this?"

"Whatever it is? It's not nameless, it's something you want us to find. We..." Halfway through Ron's words, he inadvertently glanced at a different reflection in the woods.

It's a scope!

Ron quickly kicked Ramsey over and over, and before Ramsey could get angry, Ron yelled: "Get out! There's an ambush! Run to the car!"

As soon as the gunshot rang out, Ron instantly understood where his uneasiness came from. They were being watched all the way.

The reason for the smooth journey was not at all due to luck, but because they were lured here specifically to crack the secret box of Anonymous Doe. This place was a trap from the beginning to the end!

Several unknown attackers' cars drove out of the woods, and the cars were full of people. The attackers leaned out of the cars with assault rifles in their hands and fired back and forth at them. Ron saw that the situation was not going well and quickly threw it out. Two smoke bombs were used to block the way the car came, and he dragged Roman, who was firing wildly, back.

"Come on, idiot!"

There was only less than 800 meters from where they were at the airport to where they parked their car. Even if he was dragging one person, Byrne quickly ran to the front of the line to join Toretto.

"Who are those people? Are they the hijackers who took Cypher?"

"I don't know, but it shouldn't be, maybe they are the local warlords here," Ron replied breathlessly as he ran wildly: "Their marksmanship is so bad, they are simply masters of human body contouring. If there weren't too many people, We don’t have to run away at all.”

Toretto turned around, and the bullets flew through their bodies as Ron said. The gunshots from the attackers were loud, but miraculously, no one in their group was injured so far.

"Hey, don't you know who I am? Do you think I'm scared?" Seeing that the other person's bullets were no threat to him, Roman's love for him came back again, and he yelled arrogantly at the other person, and took out The pistol fired to the back.

However, something embarrassing happened. His bullets flew around the opponent's body as if they had eyes, without leaving a wound on the opponent's body.

"Tu tu tu tu..." Seeing that Roman dared to fight back, the attackers immediately became angry and fired at him crazily. This time he was not so lucky. A bullet hit his pistol and knocked his only weapon away. , Roman screamed in fear and quickly turned around to continue running for his life.

But fortunately, he didn't have to run for too long. Their car was already in sight. When they got back to the car, they quickly started the car.

"Go that way!" Ron pointed to another path in the woods. Before Toretto could speak, he leaned out of the car window and fired several shots quickly at the blocking vehicles coming from their way: " The way in is blocked, we can only try from that way!"

"Sit tight!" Toretto grabbed Ron's belt and pulled him back into the car. He flicked the steering wheel hard and the car made a beautiful tail flick on the dirt road, aiming the front of the car at where Ron was. Point to the trail, and then press the accelerator to the bottom.

"Buzz~" The high-power engine roared, and the convoy rushed into the path and started running wildly. However, just halfway out, Toretto looked at the rearview mirror in surprise: "Wait! No! Why are they fighting! "

"Drive well!" Seeing that he was about to hit the sign on the side of the road, Ron quickly pulled the steering wheel and turned the car back upright: "It means they are not a group of people. My judgment is correct. The one who ambushed us in the wreckage of the plane just now It’s the local warlords who blocked us on the way we came from, they are the people who left Seif, they started doing it for some unknown reason, this is our opportunity!”

"Understood," Toretto nodded: "I seemed to have seen a billboard just now. What did it say on it?"

"That's Spanish for the minefield ahead."

"What!" Before Toretto could say anything, Roman, who was sitting in the back, shouted first.

"Don't worry, it's just some landmines." Ron grabbed his seat belt and buckled it on himself. He picked up the intercom and tuned to the team channel: "Guys! There is a minefield under our feet now. All the cars should disperse. How fast should we do it?" Just drive as fast as I can!"

"Oh my god, are you crazy?! And you have to turn back!" Roman in the back seat was going crazy.

"Don't worry. Assuming the mine's killing radius is 16 meters and the detonation time is half a second, as long as we drive the speed above 129 kilometers per hour, there will be no problems."

After passing another sign with a skull painted on it, the convoy has emerged from the woods and arrived at a relatively open area. As expected, this is a minefield.

Sure enough, as soon as the two teams behind them reached the sign, they stopped and got out of the car. They relied on their respective cars and started shooting at each other without paying any attention to Ron and his team.

But at the same time, Ron's car also hit the first landmine.

"boom!"

The wheel had just passed the landmine and drove ten meters away when an explosion sounded behind them. The rocks and mud lifted up by the explosion shock wave made a crackling sound behind the car, which scared Roman and hurriedly fell on the seat.

"Damn it! Didn't you say that we would be fine as long as we drove more than 129 kilometers?"

"Maybe I accidentally miscalculated," Ron shrugged indifferently, without any intention of apologizing: "Toretto, can you hurry up?"

Although this minefield is relatively open compared to the woods just now, it is still part of the forest. There are still many trees. Coupled with the rugged terrain, the difficulty of off-roading is not ordinary.

Ordinary people will feel frightened when driving 130 yards on the highway, let alone in such a jungle with obstacles everywhere.

Even Ron, who had the same level of driving skills as Toretto, couldn't say that he would be able to drive through this area safely.

The skill gave Ron only the same superb driving skills as Toretto, but it did not give him the tough heart of an experienced driver.

"No problem." Toretto said confidently, controlling the steering wheel with one hand and pressing the red button on the center console with the other hand.

"Buzz!" The engine roared more violently, and the originally colorless exhaust gas from the exhaust pipe suddenly turned into a strange blue flame. The car body suddenly stopped, and a strong pushing feeling hit the back.

The car turned out to be like a rabbit with its tail on fire, speeding up a lot.

"Oh God! You two lunatics! You are driving in the forest and using nitrogen to speed up!" Roman was stunned by Toretto's crazy operation. He quickly took out the cross from his chest and prayed devoutly.

Ron's performance wasn't much better. He opened his eyes wide in horror, staring at the big tree in front of him that was approaching and then suddenly moving away. He clutched the door handle with his hand tightly. If there was even the slightest mistake, he would jump out of the car immediately. .

However, it turned out that he was overly worried. Under the driving of Toretto, the car was like a vigorous bobcat, passing through the gaps in the trees without any obstacles.