Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"Yes, they did do this. Not long ago, they built a robot exactly like me, and then kidnapped my brother and a few friends. They wanted to kill me because I had destroyed it many times. They destroyed it. The plan of the world, they also want to kill you, because all my previous efforts to destroy their plans were due to your help."

Ron's words shocked everyone. Even Toretto, who wanted to take his family back to the mountains and forests, couldn't help but feel a little more worried.

Everyone knows the truth behind the death of lips and teeth. Ron is not the only one who sabotaged Aideen's operation before. All of them have participated to a greater or lesser extent. After Aideen kills Ron, the next target is everyone here. Everyone.

"So you brought us together today because you want us to form an organization to protect each other and each other's families, right?" Dyke Shaw raised his hand and asked.

While speaking, he gave Toretto a meaningful look. Although he had some personal grudges with the group of people over there, he was willing to cooperate with these people if it was to protect his family.

Unexpectedly, Ron did not agree but shook his head: "You can only be a thief for a thousand days, so how can you prevent a thief for a thousand days? We are all professionals, and we should understand that even if we formulate a careful protection plan, it will not be possible." It is guaranteed to be absolutely foolproof, and there will always be opportunities for the other party to take advantage of for various reasons.”

"Then what do you say? Are we just going to watch them kill us one by one?"

"Of course not," Ron shook his head again: "One of the great men from the East whom I admire the most once said, hit with one punch to avoid hundreds of punches... uh..."

After Ron finished speaking, he immediately felt that something was wrong. When he said this, the great man was fighting American devils, and he and the group of people in front of him were American devils. It seemed a bit uncomfortable to say that they were beating themselves.

Fortunately, almost most of these people were semi-illiterates who came from Happy Education. No one remembered the background of the birth of this sentence. There were even a few people cheering in the middle. Ron wiped his sweat and continued: "My plan. Yes, we will also set up an organization to confront them tit for tat. If one day we can completely defeat them, naturally no one in this world can threaten our security anymore."

"well said!"

"Kill them!"

Ron's speech caused this group of reckless men to cheer non-stop, but Toretto still frowned: "I have a question. You just said it. The other party is a large organization that has been established for thousands of years. Let's take it. What's the point of fighting them? What's more, they also have advanced technology, sufficient funds, and an intelligence network all over the world..."

"Don't worry," Ron waved his hand confidently: "This is what I want to tell you today. I now have the tax rights of the entire Los Angeles, and a large number of stocks in Apple, Tesla and other companies. These stocks can bring a I have considerable profits, and I also know a group of very cute scientists who will continuously use their patents to help us make money and create more advanced weapons for us.

And all these resources of mine will eventually be gathered here to build a new base that leads the world to the light, and you are the first people to move into this base with me! "

On the TV screen, a photo of the Sahara Desert was projected. Roman was shocked when he saw this: "Man, are you crazy? You actually want to build a base in the desert?! Do you know how much it will cost?"

"Of course I do, but I also know that the benefits of building the base here are far more than elsewhere. It is secret enough here. If the construction people can complete the preliminary construction work of the base in the same secret, then we will be able to do it once and for all. Efficiently resolve all troubles that may be discovered.”

"Isn't it? Do you want us to dig out an underground base for you in the desert?" Roman's expression became even more exaggerated: "How do you want us to dig? Give each of us a shovel? We can do it quickly. Just reward those who eat watermelon slowly and get a whip from you? In that case, I might as well grow cotton on a plantation like my ancestors!"

"If you want to go, of course you can. I won't stop you." Ron glanced at Roman with disgust: "But my plan is for you to wear this and do this job."

Ron clicked on his phone, and the table in the living room suddenly cracked into a big hole in the middle. The human exoskeleton suit that Ron had worn several times was brought up by the lifting platform, although some of them had already seen it. I have never seen this mecha before, but when I saw it again, I couldn't help but admire the greatness of technology.

"Some of you must have seen this thing, but what I want to tell you is that this version has been greatly improved from the previous temporary version. It is equipped with a nuclear power battery pack and can achieve almost unlimited battery life. Put it on It only requires a dozen people to dig out a space that can accommodate a hundred people under the desert, so the purpose of bringing everyone together today is to ask, are you willing to work with me?"

After Ron finished speaking, there was a strange silence in the room. Seeing this reaction, Ron couldn't help but regretted in his heart. Sure enough, my speech skills were too poor and I still couldn't convince these heroes.

What this matter is about is a matter of mutual consent and cannot be forced.

Ron's original plan was to recruit these reckless heroes as the first batch of members to form an initial combat strength, and then send out invitations to his former friends, and finally merge his special operations team into it, but the first step was... If it doesn’t succeed, there will naturally be no way to talk about what happens next.

"Okay, since you don't want to join, just pretend you haven't been here today. Remember to keep what I just said secret, I..."

"I'll join." Before Ron could finish his words, he was interrupted by Toretto raising his hand. A hint of joy flashed in Ron's eyes. Before he could speak, the second and third arms also Lifted up?

"I'll join in too."

"And me, how can something like kicking ass be left out without me?"

…

Ron counted for the last time, and everyone raised their hands.

"From now on, you are our new boss. Do I want to call you BOSS? When will we leave for the Sahara? I can't wait." Roman came over and gave Ron a long playful smile.

"We'll set off now. There, we'll work while waiting for more friends to arrive." Ron said decisively.

Immediately, this party turned into a farewell banquet, not to say goodbye to one of their friends, but to say goodbye to the city of Los Angeles. After the party, the engines of your sports cars at the door roared, lined up in a column, and went around first. We drove around the city of Los Angeles, and finally headed to the airport.

Ron has already arranged a plane to wait for them there. Yuri will arrange a smuggling ship for those mechas and send them to the port closest to his base. The number of mechas is much larger than Ron's. Because before boarding the plane, Ron sent a text message to the group.

At this moment, the cell phones of Ron's friends who were living in seclusion around the world rang at the same time.

"Sorry, honey, I can't send you to school today. I have something to do and have to go out." After reading the text message, Hobbs called his daughter from the house.

"What? You have work again, right?" The daughter frowned impatiently.

"Not this time," Hobbs put his big hand on his daughter's head and rubbed it gently: "Do you remember that very handsome Uncle Ron? He finally planned to take action on what he told me before, so I'm going to help him. By the way, would you like to go to the desert during the winter and summer vacations? The Sahara Desert is the largest desert in the world..."

In the CIA headquarters, after reading the information, Ethan stopped the training plan he had planned and turned around and walked into the office of the director of the China Youth Bureau. He still held a scrawled resignation letter in his hand, which came from the paper that had begun to turn yellow. Look, this letter has been written for who knows how long.

There was no fanfare, no crowds of guests, but this organization that would shock the world in the future was officially established today, making this day a day that will always be legendary in the future.

While Ron was leading people to dig sand in the desert, Sheldon was not idle either. The video tape he recorded as a child to cheer him up in the future eventually came into play, and of course it was not his childhood that played a role. Hilton, but the impression of the second half that was washed out by Lao Qiaozi and recorded as a rugby game.

Sheldon was inspired to enrich the original incomplete theory and published it in a journal. This time, she finally got her wish and was nominated for the Nobel Prize.

"Hulu~Hulu~"

Sheldon, who had been chattering on the sofa, his voice became quieter and quieter. When Amy, who was about to get her a cup of coffee to refresh herself, turned around, Sheldon had already fallen asleep.

"Oh my god, Sheldon actually fell asleep at this time. Didn't he say he wouldn't sleep until he heard from the Nobel Prize jury? Do we need to wake him up?" Penny looked at Sheldon on the sofa. Recalling his instructions before falling asleep, he said hesitantly.

Leonard nodded: "He did say that if she falls asleep, we have the right to slap her awake."

"Oh my God, it's so exciting!" Penny was about to slap Sheldon awake, but Leonard grabbed him.

"Wait! Why are you the one to slap me?"

Penny said matter-of-factly: "Because I was the first to say it, of course I come first."

"The first one to say it counts! This right depends on qualifications."

"So are you qualified?"

"Of course, no one in the world is more qualified than me!" Leonard almost roared excitedly and said this.

Being ignored, Amy inserted herself between the two of them and asked unhappily: "Then who am I?"

"Please, you are his wife and you have a lifetime left to slap him. This is my chance!"

Leonard still refused to give in. Amy thought about it and nodded in agreement. Leonard happily stood in front of Sheldon and took a posture. Just as he was about to slap Sheldon awake, Penny stopped him again.

"Wait a minute, I'm going to get the camera. You must not want such a wonderful scene but not have a photo to record it, right?"

"Of course, of course! Come on, I'm ready! Remember to shoot in slow motion, I want to see the ripples on her cheeks." When Penny came back with the camera, Leonard quickly repositioned himself and explained.

"Ready, come on!"

As soon as Penny finished speaking, the cell phone on the table suddenly rang. Sheldon suddenly opened his eyes and jumped up. Leonard quickly retracted his half-slapping hand.

"Yes, I'm Dr. Cooper, what can I do...Okay, I understand, thank you...goodbye." Hilton picked up the phone, spoke calmly for a while and then hung up.

"We won the award."

"Congratulations! Oh my god! You really did it, Sheldon, you won the Nobel Prize!" Everyone cheered and jumped up and down, except Sheldon who still stood there with a blank look on his face.

Amy asked with concern: "What's wrong? Sheldon, you don't seem happy?"

"We really succeeded. Can you believe this is true?" Sheldon murmured as if he had lost his soul: "What if I am dreaming?"

"That's a good question. I have an idea."

"Varied……"

"Snapped!"

Before Sheldon could say a word, Leonard suddenly raised his hand and slapped him hard, with such force that Sheldon flew to the sofa.

"How's it going? Do you still think you're dreaming?"

"We won the Nobel Prize!" Sheldon covered his face and stood up, cheering louder than the three before him.

The secret base of the special forces in the Sahara Desert. With the help of mechas and building materials brought by Yuri on smuggled ships, the construction speed of the base was not unusually fast. In just three weeks, the underground living space had been installed. Now they no longer have to stay in a tent overnight.

As we all know, the temperature difference between day and night in the desert is very large. During the day, the sun is so hot that people want to get into the refrigerator, but at night, people who can still move around need to warm themselves up by the fire.

However, there are no trees in the desert, so Ron and the others can only use the energy in the mecha for heating.

"Well, I remember today seems to be the day of the Nobel Prize award ceremony." Hobbes came over and handed Ron a bottle of beer.

"Why do you still pay attention to things in academia? Can't you, a big guy like you, not be able to lift a gun? Are you ready to start doing scientific research? Don't be kidding, you can't even memorize the periodic table of elements." When he got the chance, Dyke Shaw must not forget to take a sarcastic dig at Hobbes.

Everyone laughed.

But this time, Hobbes did not choose to be familiar with him: "I'm talking about your brother, Sheldon. Didn't he win the Nobel Prize in Physics? Don't you want to see her award ceremony?"

"It doesn't matter, but since you mentioned it, let's open it and take a look." Ron said hypocritically.

Turning on the satellite TV, the awards were over and it was Shelton's turn to deliver the award speech.

"Originally I prepared a speech that was smelly, long, and a bit self-centered, but I decided not to read it because this honor does not belong to me alone. I am lucky enough to be standing here now, and I owe it to my life some very important people.

First of all, my family, dad, mom, grandma, brother and sister, especially my brother Ron, who has been protecting me since I was a child..."

Ron's eyes were moistened unconsciously.

"Ron, what's wrong with you? You're not going to cry, are you? Haha!" Roman came up to him and ridiculed loudly.

"How is that possible? The wind and sand in the desert were so strong that I was just blinded." Ron stood up: "Guys, have you rested enough? Let's continue working to get the base out as soon as possible and kill Aideen. Help the son of a bitch!”

"Kill them!" Everyone raised their bottles and cheered together.

"From today on! No matter who wants to destroy the world, we will fight for freedom, go through fire and water, and seek justice!"

Ron finished his oath and drank the beer in one gulp. A justice organization that could compete with Aideen was finally established.

(Complete book)