The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 113 Los Angeles

"Hobbs?"

Ron was a little surprised when he answered the phone. This is the ace agent of the FBI. Because of the reason for stealing credit, he has always had some troubles with himself, and the relationship is not very good. Generally, he almost never contacts except when cooperating with the case.

"You said you had plastic surgery, how could I know you?" Ron leaned on the car and said angrily, "Who did you become after plastic surgery? Why don't you sneak away to a place where no one is around and have a good check, I promise I will never expose you .”

He said it, but Ron made up his mind, hung up the phone in a while, and must call the FBI to complain, regardless of whether he did it or not, it would definitely be enough for him to drink a pot anyway.

As competitors, the two have often stumbling each other, and this kind of operation is purely routine.

"It seems to be a little star named Emma Watson." Hobbs looked at Emma's face and said uncertainly.

But immediately added another sentence: "It's the one where a group of children poke each other with sticks! My daughter likes to watch it very much, and she asked me to help her get an autograph. Hell, I forgot the name of the movie. What's the name, Owen, what's the name of that movie?"

Hobbs turned to his men for help.

"The Lord of the Rings?"

"No, I remember The Lord of the Rings. It was an old man who was very capable of fighting and led a group of dwarfs. There were no female characters in it."

Another unreliable subordinate: "Could it be The Wizard of Oz, I remember that there is magic in that movie."

"Harry Potter?" Ron felt a little uncomfortable, and asked tentatively to interrupt their discussion.

"Yes, that's the name!"

"Hobbs, where are you now? You can't happen to be in Los Angeles, can you?" Ron's feeling of something bad was getting stronger and stronger.

"Hahaha," Hobbs said with a smug smile, "Of course, old Jack is getting old and he's going to retire soon. I'm here to replace him. I heard that you're in Los Angeles. I took the initiative to apply. I've already I told you, don't try to get rid of me."

"You idiot with well-developed limbs, you are in trouble!" Ron stroked his forehead: "You caught that female star!"

"What?! How is it possible!" Hobbs said incredulously: "We obviously got the information from the special communication of the Al Qaeda undercover agent, and even have their entire plan to blow up Hollywood!"

"I guess your source of intelligence must have sent you information through the Internet, right? Actually, I'm also at the airport now, and she's the one I'm here to pick up today."

Ron asked speechlessly, Emma was definitely tricked by someone. As for who did it, do you even need to ask?
It must be Peggy!

"How do you know? But if it wasn't a terrorist attack, who would do such a thing? What is his purpose?"

"Maybe it's just boring?" Ron rolled his eyes towards the sky, he couldn't tell you that it was because of the jealousy of Lao Tzu's women, could he?
The whole context of the matter was deduced in Ron's mind in an instant: because Peggy checked the message Emma sent to herself, Peggy was so angry that she stole the FBI's undercover account in Al Qaeda and sent them a false information.

There is no doubt that Peggy is the absolute queen where there is the Internet.

The purpose was to make Emma whole. Looking at it now, the prank was very successful.

"I told you a long time ago, big man!" Emma kicked Hobbs's calf vigorously with her leg wearing a small leather shoe, but she didn't know that the calf was extremely strong, but it made her toes hurt so much that she gritted her teeth.

"Let go of me soon!"

Hobbs bewilderedly signaled his subordinates to let go, Emma rubbed her red wrist, and glared at the FBI agents who surrounded her.

"I'm really sorry ma'am," Hobbs, as the boss of everyone, apologized embarrassingly touching his bald head, "I didn't know you were not a terrorist. We may have received false information."

"Who is your leader? I will definitely complain to your FBI!"

Hobbs is quite experienced in handling complaints, so he immediately took out a notebook and made a record: "Okay, I am the boss, you can complain to me now."

"Hmph!" Emma was annoyed by his attitude, and immediately turned her head away, planning to stay away from this violent guy.

"and many more!"

Emma turned back: "What else is there, officer, do you want to continue arresting me?"

"No, you haven't picked up your luggage yet, do you need me to take you and your luggage to the door?" Hobbs held up Emma's small pink suitcase in a friendly manner, and opened the door of the Hummer with one hand as an invitation.

"Hmph!" Emma looked at the road from the airport to the exit, and sat in the car angrily.

……

At the gate of the airport, Ron saw Emma...and Hobbs, who was full of embarrassment.

On the way out, he had already checked with the intelligence source. The information that there were terrorists on the plane was indeed false. You might not believe it, but the FBI’s undercover agents used code words to communicate on Twitter.

No wonder Peggy's account was hacked. It's just a code word, it's not a small thing for Peggy. It is estimated that Peggy has been staring at this account for a long time.

"Ron." Hobbs greeted naively.

"Hmph!" Emma on the other side of the car door didn't want to stay in their car for a moment, dragged her luggage and got into Ron's car, and slammed the door heavily.

Hobbs stretched out his hand awkwardly: "Excuse me."

"Welcome to Los Angeles," Ron didn't shake hands, and gave him a high-five: "Welcome is just an official statement. In fact, you know, I don't welcome you at all. Can you please come back to where you came from?" go?"

"Of course not." Hobbs grabbed Ron's palm and squeezed it vigorously during the high-five, but unfortunately he didn't take advantage of the strength: "How do you say that Chinese word?"

"The ghost doesn't go away."

"Yes, it's just that the ghost is lingering, and one day I will win you."

Ron withdrew his hand, took a wet towel from the car and wiped it in disgust: "You didn't transfer here for such a boring reason, did you?"

"No." Speaking of business, Hobbs' eyes became sharp again: "Barack's case made the higher-ups lose face, old Jack should retire, and I can catch him in a week at most."

Speaking of this, Hobbs had an astonishing aura. Ron noticed that Hobbs' entire action team was in the convoy. This guy really deserves to be an action guy.

"A friendly reminder, Barack has now fled to Mexico, I wish you good luck~"

"When did it happen?!" Hobbs' intelligence was obviously still lagging behind, and he was shocked.

"Just yesterday, when my men and I took all his drugs in one pot." Ron showed a mischievous look on his face, just like the funny expression in a chat tool: "The firefight was very intense, and Barack's men even carried RPG Bazooka, but fortunately my men were not injured.

How about you FBI?No one was hurt?I see a rocket that seems to be headed towards your helicopter. "

(End of this chapter)