The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 199
"This is a bit interesting." Ron showed an interested expression: "Go on, I really want to know how they haven't discovered each other for so many years."

"Mr. Smith's official identity is a real estate contractor, and he often travels around on business. In fact, he is performing tasks, you know."

"Mrs. Smith is an executive of a technology company, and she also needs to travel frequently. The time of the two people's business trips is just enough to conceal the identity of the killer for them."

"Hey! Mr. and Mrs. Smith's looks are pretty good. They don't need to be killers, they are more than enough to be stars. They can even write a script based on their own story and make it into a movie. Just play themselves in it."

"There is no more legendary killer story than this one. I have already thought of the name of the movie, and it is called Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Believe me, this movie will definitely sell well at the box office."

At this time, if Ron can't tell what kind of movie this is from the two faces that are almost indistinguishable from Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie, it will really blind his identity as a reborn person.

The skills of these two people are still good, Ron held his chin, judging from the remaining memory in his mind, and even began to consider the possibility of recruiting these two people to his subordinates.

Anyway, his special operations team already had one killer, and he didn't care about two more.

If I remember correctly, the task of escorting the witness should be the beginning of the story, but now, the couple should be in the stage of trying to kill each other, but they don't know where they are going.

"Andy, where do the lovely Smiths live now?"

"Anaheim, a community less than five kilometers away from Disneyland, maybe you can take Carl with you, and you can also take him to Disneyland by the way." Andy said gracefully like the old butler in Batman's house. arrange road.

"I don't go to any Disneyland, it's all for kids, I still prefer to go to haunted houses, even playing with guns in the training ground is much more interesting than that." Carl expressed no interest.

"Or do dissection experiments on rabbits. Grandpa Hannibal just taught a new knife technique, and I haven't tried it yet."

Because Hannibal helped arrest Owen's subordinates last time, Ron simply gave him a job as a cook, and by the way, gave him the job of cleaning the base to another old black man who looked like Morgan Freeman.

It's just that Ron doesn't understand why. Recently, little Carl seems to like to hang out with the two old men. He only comes to ask Ron for advice when he is practicing guns.

Although no matter what kind of cultural background, there is a phenomenon of intergenerational relatives, but the two old men seem to have a special charm. When the two of them stand together, Ron even has a feeling of seeing God and God. The feeling of the devil standing together.

"Well, let's arrange it like this. First of all, we need a master who can blend into any environment and is good at lurking to observe the situation nearby."

When Ron said this, he never took his eyes off Geiselle, and she could only raise her hand helplessly: "Okay, I'll do it."

"That would be great. You can drop by the nearby Disney parks. All the expenses will be paid for by the department. If you are willing to take a boy who has been hurt and needs healing, I can pay for it privately." You pay for the baby."

"I've said it all, I don't want to go to Disney, I want to learn anatomy from Grandpa Hannibal." Carl retorted.

"No, I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about my brother." Ron shook his head.

"No problem, what's next." Gizelle readily agreed to the job offer.

Although she hasn't set off yet, Ron has already started to feel sorry for her, what a naive girl~ God knows how difficult Sheldon's hairy boy is.

"Next, everyone prepares their weapons and ammunition. A large bonus is beckoning us. This is definitely a big deal!" Ron smelled the smell of a big deal, but his subordinates were still at a loss. The following explained:

"Think about it, those are two killer companies. Their previous financial system must be non-compliant, and there will be a lot of tax evasion and tax evasion. This is almost unquestionable. It is estimated that all the cash in their accounts will be used to pay fines. Neither is enough.

Think about it, how much tax can we collect this time?How much bonus can this money be used to give you? "

"Yeah!" Carl immediately jumped on the chair and cheered, until he found that he was the only one cheering, and then got off the chair resentfully.

Of course, it's not that other people are unhappy about this kind of thing, it's just that they are adults and have suppressed their impulses well.

"Then when are we going to leave? I can try to find out the addresses of those two companies." Arthur also showed enthusiasm for this task, perhaps because he was in a relationship recently.

Ron heard from Hank that it was a beautiful woman named Gina who was prettier than Jessica Alba, and Arthur even planned to propose to her.

"It doesn't need to be so troublesome, just follow my plan," Ron continued to insist on the original plan: "We just need to wait until the two parties are dispatched, and the fish that slipped through the hands of Mr. and Mrs. Smith led us to their headquarters."

"As for now," Ron glanced at the text message on the phone that had been ringing just now: "I'm going to see my younger brother who just returned home after losing his temper and will never grow up."

Mary texted him and told him that Sheldon had been successfully persuaded by Leonard and the others to obediently follow them back to Los Angeles, saying that all of this was a miracle from God. Ron guessed that this was probably the main reason for Sheldon's return.

And at the moment when they decided, in an ordinary house in Anaheim, a trial between an agent and an agent was being staged wonderfully.

Mr. Smith drove home on time at seven o'clock, only to find that his wife was at home and had already prepared dinner, which made him feel a little shaken in his already guessed mind.

Don't you really think too much?
But right away, he recalled the address traced during the investigation in the afternoon. The column of the person in charge of the company clearly stated his wife's name. It couldn't be a coincidence, could it?
Although the same name is a very common thing.

"You came back early?" Mrs. Smith offered him a glass of fine wine.

"Because I miss you." But he didn't dare to drink, so he could only pour the wine into the flower pot when his wife was not paying attention: "Can we eat now?"

This is another temptation. If the wife is really at work over there, she should not come back in time to make dinner, right?
However, the reality hit his face again: "Of course."

Dinner is already ready.

(End of this chapter)