The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 213 Pre-War Meeting
The discussion about who is Ruanzi has not yet reached a conclusion, and the hospital welcomed two new guests: Arthur and Hank, which made Ron's lungs almost explode.

"Who can tell me what happened? Is the mummy the most popular costume this year? But it's still several months before Halloween!" Ron looked like Hobbs, wrapped up like a mummy.

Arthur was also shamefully wearing a neck brace.

"So, these were also done by Deke Shaw, right?"

The two nodded together. Arthur could only move his head slightly due to the neck guard, but it was obvious that he was nodding.

"You said you, who obviously have the same face as Deckard Shaw, why were you treated like this? I'm really ashamed of your face." Ron was furious.

Hank said in shame: "Don't blame Arthur, he became like this to save me. Someone sent a package to the base, and there was a bomb in it. If Arthur didn't find out that something was wrong, he would snatch the package and throw it out. Now I'm just a piece of meat on the office floor."

Ron nodded. It's really no wonder that Arthur is so useless. Faced with such a situation, this is already the best result, but before Ron could speak again, a group of "Jie Jie Jie" monsters came from behind. Laugh, the source is Hobbes.

Hobbs gloated: "Hahaha, Ron, your base was also blown up, how do you feel? I guess it must be great."

Only then did Ron recover from Hank's words, and he looked up to the sky and shouted: "FXXK! Lao Tzu's base!"

Ron was furious, with serious consequences.

Two hours later, in the conference room of the hospital, all of Ron's subordinates: Andy, Giselle, the Smiths, Carl Jr., Hank and Arthur in wheelchairs, and Toretto and his crew arrived together.

In addition, there is also Hobbs who is also in a wheelchair. If these people didn't look murderous, they would have thought it was some kind of patient care club.

On the big screen in the meeting room was a photo of Deckard Shaw, which made Arthur look a little uncomfortable, because just now Carl asked "Is this your twin brother?"

"Deke Shaw, a former British Special Forces assassin, is the kind of man the government would never admit to employing," Hobbs began, before being interrupted by Toretto.

"Underground figure?"

"It's worse than that, they created a monster!" Hobbs said angrily: "They originally used Deke Shaw to do bad things, which is commonly known as white gloves, but then they thought he knew too much and became Obstacles, there is the idea of ​​wanting to kill him."

"And then?" Giselle asked.

"Then, they sent twenty elites to try to get him to retire, but the twenty elites were all killed. Since then, there has been no news of Xiao, and no one knows where he is hiding. "

Hobbs continued to explain. What he didn't say was that among those who hunted down Deckard at that time, there was even a senior agent of the tailor shop. Of course, at Hobbs' level, he might not have access to this level of information.

So, even Ron felt dizzy. He took out his phone, edited and sent two text messages. He needs some off-field assistance now.

"Then how do we find him?" Toretto asked.

Hobbs spread his hands helplessly: "The official answer is that you can't find him, you have to wait for him to find you, MI6 spent [-] years and failed to find him.

What a do-it-all bastard!So I ask that, from now on, you work in groups of at least two. "

"No!" Toretto did not accept Hobbs's suggestion, his eyes were full of hatred: "He killed Han! He almost killed my family!"

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"He also wanted to put me in a body bag, so when I get out of the hospital, I will definitely pack him up and make him wish he was never born, but until then, my official answer is, don't worry about it." Hobb Si persuaded.

Toretto shook his head. "You know I can't."

"I can't do it either, so I'll take over this matter from now on," Ron finished texting, put away his phone and stood up: "From now on, I'll take over this case."

Ron put his hand on Hobbs' shoulder: "From now on, you'll have a good rest in the hospital, and I promise to catch that bastard for you."

Hobbs looked up: "Promise me one thing."

"what?"

"If you catch him, kick his ass hard for me!"

"Of course no problem," Ron turned and walked to the door: "Then, the meeting is over, everyone go back and prepare your luggage, maybe we need to go far, brothers."

Ron's two text messages just now were sent to Anonymous and Peggy respectively.

The former helped him apply for full authority to arrest Deke Shaw, but the condition was that he needed to help the military find the person who invented the device that could monitor all mobile phones and cameras, and could use algorithms to find anyone in the world through the cameras.

Of course, Ron knows this kind of anti-sky technology, but what he knows better is that the real developer of this technology should be Peggy, not Ramsey mentioned by Anonymous. He needs to know whether his actions will hurt Peggy. make an impact.

To this, Peggy replied:

"Don't worry about my technology. In fact, I got a Trojan horse in that chick Ramsay's computer. She hasn't found out until now. That stupid girl has always naively thought that she invented this algorithm."

……

On the outskirts of Los Angeles, an abandoned old warehouse, for some unknown reason, became brightly lit again, but because no one lived nearby, no one noticed the abnormality here.

A cool-looking bumblebee drove to the door and stopped. As soon as Ron got out of the car, a little red spot appeared on his body.

"Relax, my guys," Ron said with open hands, indicating that there was no weapon in his hands. He said without any malice, "I am a guest invited by Nameless, hey, is this how you treat guests? Nameless .”

"That's right, he's my guest." A handsome old man with a friendly smile came out of the warehouse and waved his hand to the roof. The little red dot on Ron's body disappeared immediately: "Sorry, my friend, I was just drinking Beer, they all know, I don't like to be interrupted when I drink, so I'm a little nervous, can you forgive them?"

"Thank you, I knew you would be able to forgive them." Before Ron could speak, he was hooked by the unknown man affectionately and walked into the warehouse: "Would you like to have a drink with me?"

In the warehouse, all the large machinery that originally existed here disappeared, replaced by various weapons, equipment and electronic instruments. Anonymous walked to an oak barrel and took a glass of beer: "The priest beer that was flown in from Belgium, I want a glass of beer." Is it? To be honest, I think these priests are the most enjoyable group of people in the world."

(End of this chapter)