The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 168
Ron gulped down his coffee, and just happened to call an unknown British number on his mobile phone.

"Merry Christmas, Ron, I'm Mycroft Holmes." On the other end of the phone, there was a rational and calm voice, which Ron heard for the first time: "Although we haven't met, I believe You must have heard something about me from my brother, right?"

"That's right, but I think you don't want to hear what he said about you again, by the way, and Merry Christmas." Ron stood up, and this call really caught him by surprise.

"Also, I don't think I'm a big man worthy of a senior British official calling to congratulate Christmas. Are you sure you're not making a mistake? Do you need me to tell you the number of the White House?"

"No, I'm just looking for you, Ron Lee Cooper." McCoff said firmly: "The best IRS agent in America, right?"

"That's right, it's my majesty." Ron accepted Mycroft's compliment unceremoniously, and changed into the tone and accent commonly used by British nobles: "With all due respect, sir, I am not a person who is good at going around in circles." , so is there anything you can say directly?"

"I think you should know that your friend Hobbs is leading a group of men to track down our black ops defector Owen Shaw in the UK, right?"

"Hmm~"

"I would like to invite you to be in charge of this arrest operation with him." Mycroft directly explained the purpose of coming.

"Why? I want to know why? You should have a group of good agents in the UK, right? For example, that tailor shop," Ron puzzled, "and Hobbs himself is also a very good agent, so why did you find me again?" ?”

"I don't want that stupid bear to mess up London and fail to catch people in the end." Obviously, Mycroft has a very bad impression of Hobbs.

"Then I think you should have heard of my style, sir." Ron laughed dumbly.

At the very least, Hobbs can still take into account the face of the local government, but Ron doesn't care about 21, no matter where he goes?It has always been fried chicken and dog jumping.

"Of course I know, but it's better than letting people run away. If it wasn't for the tailor shop, which is currently training new employees, I would never bother you."

McCoff is obviously very good at negotiating: "Of course it's not completely without benefits. After I can authorize you, I can give you the greatest convenience in your actions in the UK. How about it?"

Mycroft threw a not-so-attractive bait. To Ron, it was almost a matter of indifference, but he had planned to intervene in this matter.

Perhaps it would be a good choice to intervene in this matter through the invitation of Mycroft?

"I can only say that I will go and have a look together, but the result cannot be guaranteed, if there is still time."

Ron said lightly: "With Owen's intelligence, it's impossible to move quickly without knowing about the crime."

"In time, I will arrange the nearest flight to pick you up."

McCaw quickly agreed.

Ron shook his head. He didn't believe a word of what McCoff said just now, and he definitely had some other purpose.

Ron felt that the Sherlock Holmes brothers were so smart that only Sheldon, who had fully cultivated his talent tree, could handle it.

But that didn't stop him from stepping in.

"Turkey, I won't eat with you. I suddenly have something to do. I'm going to England. Goodbye, everyone."

Half an hour later, at Los Angeles International Airport, Ron boarded the fastest flight to England.

……

Late at night, an old abandoned factory on the streets of London.

"Interpol caught one of Shaw's men in Moscow," Hobbs said while standing on the stage, pointing to the big bald head who looked a bit like Toretto in the distance.

"I gave her psychological counseling, and he confessed Xiao's hiding place."

"Then why don't we act now?" asked Giselle.

Before Hobbs could answer, a voice that surprised him suddenly sounded: "That's right, that's the question I want to ask too."

Ron walked through the police blocking the street and came straight to Hobbs.

"Because I want to lure the snake out of the hole!" Hobbs replied angrily, "Ron! Why is it you again? Didn't you say that you are not interested in this case?"

"I just don't want to be with you big stupid bear." Ron spread his hands: "Actually, I am now a special security consultant for the British side, and I have the right to ask about everything that happens here, so please report to me, how is the situation now?" What's up? Agent Hobbs."

The expression on Hobbs' face was as if he had eaten a fly: "See that bald head? That's my bait. He's carrying a communication device. I'll let him make sure it's Shaw first. Then start to act, so you won't be as reckless as you."

"Did you see those policemen outside? I arranged everything! Even if he puts on his wings today, he won't even think about flying out of here!"

"Hehe," Ron sneered, "so you remember to scout the terrain here before encircling him?"

"Reconnaissance terrain?" Hobbs was a little puzzled: "Do you think this is a battlefield? It's not a war, I'm just here to catch a terrorist!"

"That's right." Ron took the binoculars from Giselle and looked around, with a smile unconsciously on the corner of his mouth: "But don't forget, your opponent came back from the battlefield."

"So what?" Hobbs began to have a bad feeling in his heart.

"Listen, Big Bear," said Ron, throwing the binoculars into Hobbs' arms, and pulling Geiselle back.

"If I were Owen, I would definitely install remote-controlled bombs on the load-bearing beams of these platforms, and detonate them while escaping from here.

Believe me, these bombs can mess you up for a while, and by the time you realize it, I'll be gone. "

Hobbs' face changed. If this is the case, all the arrangements for tonight are basically considered reimbursed.

However, this is not over yet, Ron continued to hit Hobbs' confidence: "Also, who told you that Owen is hiding here?

Don't you think this news came too easily?Like it was put out on purpose to attract your attention?When did you become so stupid? "

Ron sighed, shook his head, and pushed Giselle to a safe area.

This is not within the scope of the load-bearing support. It is a corridor connected to another building. Ron is sure that there is absolutely no bomb below.

And Hobbs' face was already very ugly: "Immediately send someone in to check the load-bearing structure here, and don't let any one go!"

(End of this chapter)