Daily life of an American TV drama agent

It took almost four hours to fly from Los Angeles to Miami. Ron had a comfortable sleep on the plane and arrived just in time to open his eyes. However, the first person to pick him up was not the beautiful undercover as promised in advance.

But a fat man who looks like Nicolas Cage. A long and comfortable family life has made this famous arms dealer fat. It seems that marriage is not only the tomb of love, but also the crematorium of a man's appearance.

"I just bought something from you, why did you deliver it yourself? Did all your men run away?" Ron teased as he hugged Yuri.

"Of course not, it's just that I plan to keep a low profile these days. I seem to be being targeted by a very troublesome Interpol." Yuri said while observing Ron's face: "I don't need to charge for the equipment this time. , can you get me an amnesty order from that big shot?"

Ron punched Yuri hard in the chest: "Why are you so attentive this time, why are you waiting here for me? So can I interpret your behavior as a political donation? But the amount is too small. Right? You know that one has always had a big appetite."

Yuri took a deep breath after being beaten by Ron and said, "Of course I know, so I prepared not only this, but also an amount similar to the taxes you have collected from me over the years, but I didn't know Where would it be more appropriate to send it?”

"I can give you a phone number. It's a water purification company. Just give me my name and ask them to connect you to the president. Just tell him your purpose and he will understand."

Ron sent him a phone number on his mobile phone. Just as the two of them were smiling at each other about the illegal transaction they had just made, an extremely stylish Porsche parked next to the two of them, the door opened, and a man full of madness stepped out. A woman with a wild taste.

"Are you Ron? Why are you here now?" The woman complained and stretched out her hand to Ron while looking at Yuri warily: "If I remember correctly, you should come alone?"

"Introduce yourself," Ron crooked Yuri with his elbow, but found that the other party was looking at the new woman motionless in a daze: "Okay, forgive my friend for acting like he has never seen the market before. It's really... Because you are so beautiful, just like Medusa in Greek mythology.”

"Hi!" Ron shouted in Yuri's ear, and the other person finally came to his senses. Ron turned to the woman: "Fortunately, your petrification magic did not work today. My name is Ron Lee Cooper. "

"Monica." The woman touched Ron's hand lightly: "The trick of talking sweetly is of no use to me~"

Having said that, Ron could still see from the spring in the corner of Monica's eyes that his words were still useful: "He is one of our own and absolutely trustworthy. Where are we going now?"

"Follow my car in your car. I will take you to the place where you will stay first, and then we will discuss how to get you close to Carter." After Monica finished speaking, she turned around and got into her car.

It took a lot of effort for Ron to resist the temptation of Monica's talking eyes and get into Yuri's car: "Hey, man, what happened to you just now? It's really not like you, haven't you always been known as Are you a good family man? Are you planning to cheat on me now?"

Yuri murmured as he started the car: "Believe it or not, when I saw her just now, I suddenly felt as if I had known her for a long time, as if I had had a long dream..."

"You're not going to tell me that you dreamed that you could turn into a flaming skull, wear a leather jacket and ride a Harley-Davidson to fall in love with Monica, were you?" Ron rolled his eyes and said.

Yuri's expression suddenly became extremely horrified: "How do you know?!"

"Do you believe me when I say I can steal dreams? You are already quite old, so don't read more comics~" Ron said helplessly: "Where is my equipment?"

"In the trunk, in addition to what you want, I also prepared something else. I believe you will like it. It and this car are my gifts to you. I will find a place to get off the car in a while. You I have no interest in participating in the mission."

Yuri calmed down: "The chassis, doors and glass of this car are all made of specially customized bulletproof materials, which can withstand ordinary pistol bullets. The tires are also special stab-proof. Don't thank me, you can understand this. It’s a businessman’s early investment in you.”

"This is a black gun that has not been registered anywhere. You can use it at will." Yuri took advantage of the traffic light intersection to put his pistol into Ron's arms and get out of the car. Ron moved to the driving position and continued to follow Monica. The car moved forward, and the other party drove until it reached an abandoned factory before stopping.

Ron did not get out of the car rashly, but deliberately circled the car forward to make sure there was no ambush before he stopped next to Monica's car and got out.

"You don't seem to believe me yet." Monica had a smile on her lips, but Ron, who had had countless girls, knew that she was already angry, but he had no intention of making amends.

"Of course, as a three-sided undercover agent, even if the boss says you are one of our own, I will still doubt what color your background is. I'm sorry, it's purely out of professional habits. I hope you don't misunderstand."

He said he was sorry, but there was no sign of apology on Ron's face. Instead, he hugged Monica like a playboy, which looked like an act of sexual harassment.

But Monica stood there with a smile on her face and didn't hide. She just let Ron get married, and his hands were not honest enough to touch her body, and the look of admiration in her eyes became more and more intense. stand up.

"How's it going? Did you find any weapons or bugs or anything like that?" Monica breathed softly into Ron's ear very enchantingly, and said seductively: "Or do you need to change to a more private place? , let you check it carefully?"

"If you don't mind, of course I would like to have more in-depth communication with a beauty like you. I heard that there is an intelligence agency in the UK whose main business is tailoring. It has a special locator that can place Entering a woman’s body, do you understand what I mean?”

Ron did not flinch, but moved closer to Monica's body, kissed her on the face, and whispered: "There is someone at three o'clock."

"Maybe a passerby fishing, there is a wild lake nearby." Monica said softly in response to Ron's kiss like a passionate lover.

From an outsider's point of view, the two of them acted like a couple who were glued to each other's knees. The tramp-like man they followed let out a strange laugh of "hey hey" and whistled as they walked over. They just looked more. He glanced twice but didn't stop.

Ron noticed that although he didn't have a fishing rod in his hand, he was holding a big bucket and something like a ball of twine in his hand. It seemed like he was just a passerby who came to fish, as Monica said.

It’s not surprising that most homeless people who can’t even afford a fishing pole tie an iron hook to a rope.