The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 117 Black Badger
clap clap~
Hobbs clapped and came out from the side: "Fortunately, I've been busy recently and haven't had time to find you. You've made progress again."

"No, I've always been like that, it's just that you're regressing, and the family kids are dulling your guns~ trust me, being married really does dull people."

Ron waved to the two beauties and others who were watching like a star receiving cheers. Just when he was extremely proud, his phone vibrated. After reading the text message, Ron's face couldn't help but change.

"I wish your mother, who is a Christian in Texas, could hear what you just said." Hobbs couldn't help complaining.

"When I get back to Texas, I will become that devout Christian again." Ron patted Kevin on the shoulder: "Your name is Kevin, right? Can I borrow your friend to chat with you? Send him back."

"Of course you can~"

Ron pulled Hobbs into the kitchen freezer: "You have to tell me, what happened?"

"What's the matter?" Hobbs pretended to be relaxed and planned to pat Ron, but he knocked his hand off, took out his mobile phone and held it in front of him: "This is the text message I just received, Agent Hobbs , you are wanted now."

The text message Ron just received clearly stated: After verification, the former FBI agent Luke Hobbs killed his companions and acted treasonously. All agents who find him are requested to start arresting him immediately.

"I can't explain this. Let me put it simply. It's Black Badger. It's a code name. I don't know who he is. He stole the CIA key. My partner Phil and I followed him to a penthouse in Kyiv. .

He knew we were coming, so he set the trap, Phil died in the elevator, and now everyone thinks I'm the Black Badger! "

"Sure enough, they are the CIA's idiots again~" Ron spread his hands helplessly: "Sometimes I really wonder what's the use of those guys who only know about drug trafficking, corruption and flattery? Believe it or not, I took my newly established Special Operations Team can break into their offices in the Pentagon?"

"Believe it, why don't you believe it? You are right. Even the intelligence agencies under the military must be transparent about their finances. Otherwise, God knows how much they can do like the last time they spent more than 4000 million US dollars to transport Italian goats to Afghanistan. "

Ron nodded approvingly: "Okay, take care of your little brother, remember I haven't seen you today, of course, I'm going back now to avoid suspicion, what I can guarantee is that my people will never To trouble you, you just need to deal with your FBI's own people and the brains of the CIA.

I need to do some research first to see if you're telling me the truth, and if you're not, I'll be joining you at noon tomorrow. "

"YES!" Hobbs couldn't help cheering.

What he originally thought was that as long as Ron didn't participate in Jin's pursuit of him, it would be fine. After all, he had partnered with Ron before, and he knew quite well how powerful Ron was.

If Ron really participated in his pursuit, Hobbs would definitely have a bigger headache.

This guy has mediocre tracking ability, but he is very good at fighting and firearms. He even has the title of "humanoid arsenal" in the same intelligence circle.

correct!arsenal!

Thinking of Ron's nickname, Hobbs suddenly broke out in a cold sweat: "By the way, if you join in, there is a small condition, can you agree to it?"

"What?" Ron had already reached the door, and turned around again.

"You know, the main adversary in this operation is the CIA."

"Yeah, I know." Ron nodded in confusion.

"So, may I ask you to change into non-lethal equipment, you know what you usually use..." Hobbs swallowed hard, "It's a bit overpowered."

"After all, even if I succeed in proving that I was wronged, if too many people die at the CIA in the end, it will not look good in face."

"It makes sense." Ron agreed with his smooth chin: "But there are so many people in the CIA, it seems that there is nothing wrong with a few deaths? Don't worry, as long as I don't find out that I did it. .”

"Undetected? Now that all the barrels of the guns are woven, you can find out whose gun fired by analyzing the trajectory. How can you not be detected?"

"It's true..." Ron was a little distressed, and could only continue to think along Hobbs' train of thought.

Can't too many people die?This request is a bit embarrassing for Ron. Since his debut, when has he not killed anyone?
You can't just use rubber bullets if you don't die, right?That thing is fine against ordinary people, but against professionally trained agents, it is basically no different from a child's toy.

Not to mention a physique like Hobbs, even if Ron himself suffered a few rounds, there was no pressure at all.

What's more, with only guns and no heavy fire support, Ron always felt a sense of insecurity. Just as he was thinking, Ron's eyes just happened to glance at the fire extinguisher in the corner, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration.

"Don't worry about it, I have my own way." Ron smiled mysteriously, with confidence, but Hobbs had a bad premonition, this guy wouldn't want to kill people from the CIA, would he?

Hobbs suddenly felt that it was the stupidest decision he had made to let Ron participate in this task.

……

After saying goodbye to Max Caroline, Ron called Olof as soon as he walked out of the restaurant: "Olof's private arms dealer is at your service, what do you want to do this time?"

Ron didn't talk nonsense: "Yuri, can you help me get something from Huaxia?"

"Of course, your choice is very correct. Among the munitions I have handled, there is no more high-quality and cheap product than the Soviet Union and China? What do you want to buy this time? My friend.

Recoilless gun? Type 51 bazooka, if it's the latter, I'm doing a discount promotion, and a damn African chief actually wants to pay on credit!I wouldn't agree to this kind of transaction even if it was left to rust in the warehouse. "

"You got a batch of Type 51 rocket launchers!" Ron exclaimed a little excitedly, but when he thought that he didn't seem to need it in this operation, his interest was halved immediately: "Forget it, next time you can get me some of this kind of thing , I want to do something different this time.”

"Something different? What exactly do you mean?"

"For example, I heard that Huaxia has an RPG for firefighting. Can you help me find some? By the way, there are also firefighting rockets, the kind that can be stuffed into my Type 63 rocket launcher."

Olof was confused by Ron's order: "Your agent quit and started to do firefighting? But why do the names of these things still sound like ammunition? Are you sure there are these things?"

"Of course!" Ron said loudly: "Although it sounds like ammunition, I guarantee that they are all for fire protection.

By the way, if you can deliver them to me before noon tomorrow, then help me get a batch of steel pipes and gas tanks from the market. I want the gas tanks from Jiangsu Minnuo, and the steel pipes from Shandong Laiyang. The specifications are... ..."

(End of this chapter)