The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 214 Airborne Plan
"No, I'm the son of Lone Star, and I only drink Lone Star beer." Ron shook his head: "I know you will definitely prepare it for me, so why don't you just take it out?"

"Well, I let you guess right," the anonymous man took out a small box of half a dozen from the back of the barrel, which contained the Lone Star beer that Ron liked. Ron unceremoniously opened a bottle and told the unknown Touched his cup: "Cheers, I hope I never have to see you again."

The nameless person pretended to be disappointed and said: "Am I so annoying in your eyes? I thought you would want to get closer to me."

"No, I'm not the kind of person you think." Ron held a beer and kept a distance from Anonymous vigilantly: "If you really have strong needs in that area, I would like to introduce my cousin Mitchell to you." You, let him take you to the bar, he married another man a few years ago and adopted a Vietnamese girl."

"If I need it, I will contact you." Anonymous squeezed his eyes, causing Ron to chill, this old glass.

"Well, as long as you need, I am willing to help you contact my cousin at any time, but you know, I am definitely not here to discuss your orientation." Ron threw away the empty bottle and opened another bottle. Bottle of beer: "I'm here to solve the problem, you know which one I'm talking about."

"Well, I know you're here for Deckard Xiao, right?" The anonymous man walked into the factory: "The great thing about Xiao is that he knows how to hide himself, evade capture, and kill people invisible. A real British ruffian, but honestly, I don't give a damn about him."

"What I really care about is you," Anonymous turned and pointed at Ron, "because you and I can help each other and get what we both want."

"No, what we want is different," Ron shook his head. "All I want is a Deckard Shaw, but what you want is the Eye of God, right?"

God's Eye, developed by Peggy, and implanted into other people's computers with a Trojan horse, makes a hacker named Ramsay mistakenly think it is a magical program developed by himself, which can crack all the cameras in the world and find the target through algorithms.

"I'm not here to listen to you giving me a long talk, and I'm not interested in any so-called new technologies," Ron said dutifully. If he wants something, he can just go to Peggy and ask for it. It's still useful. so troublesome?

But in order to protect Peggy's safety, he could only pretend to accompany him: "Now tell me where this thing is, and I'll get it back for you, and then you can just tell me where Xiao is, and the deal is closed? "

"OK, deal." Anonymous extended his hand to Ron: "Without your permission, in your name, I called all the people who might be useful, I think you don't mind letting them listen together ,Is it right?"

The warehouse door was reopened, and a row of sports cars drove in. It was Toretto and his group and the rest of his men who got down.

"Our intelligence says that Ramsay will be transferred by a convoy, and they will pass through the Bazar Mountains. If they make it through that road and reach the finish line, Ramsay will be no different than dead, and because of all kinds of shameless For political reasons, the U.S. military cannot carry out any rescue work..."

"Let me tell the story." Ron pushed the nameless person away and walked to the map: "Look, there is only one way out here, with cliffs on both sides, and a convoy passing through here surrounded by troops."

"It sounds no different from sending him to death. It's the stupidest idea I've ever heard." Roman murmured in a low voice. He had suffered under Ron's hands, and he didn't dare to contradict Ron.

"That's right," Ron startled him by glaring at him suddenly, and quickly put on a defensive fighting stance, but Ron didn't have time to talk to him.

"So, after I discussed with this Mr. Anonymous, I have a bold plan. Let's attack from here." Ron pointed at the defense map, which immediately attracted strong opposition from the soldiers of Anonymous.

"No, you must not attack from there, it is the most rigorous point in their entire defense system!"

"That's right, there are at least three military bases nearby." Roman also echoed his opposition. Now he is not afraid of being beaten, and he is more afraid of death than being beaten.

"Listen, soldier, do your job well, you don't need to tell me what to do here." Ron scolded the soldier who was interfering with him, and then gave Roman a hard look: "And here, now I am the leader, I It's not like Toretto likes to play democracy, you just listen to me, understand?"

After finishing speaking, Ron gestured his fist at him, and Roman immediately shut his mouth tactfully.

"So how do you plan to get there? Genius!" Da Bing said unconvinced.

"Of course it's airborne." Ron thought of the original scene in the movie, with a smile on his lips.

"What!" Roman opened his mouth wide in surprise, and the soldier who had questioned him opened his mouth wide in shock: "Crazy, you are all a bunch of crazy!"

And Toretto applauded approvingly, he and Ron thought of going together, Ron clapped his hands: "Then get busy, everyone, I know you are all masters, now, the car here is up to you to choose!
Lighten up, replace the shocks, and especially don't forget to fit them with a parachute big enough to hold their weight, turning them into babes that can fall from the sky. "

Everyone immediately cast their malicious eyes on the cars in the warehouse. It is also an interesting thing for an auto mechanic to be able to modify these classic cars, but Ron turned his attention back to Anonymous.

"Also, I need some air support, such as AC-130, or AC-10 will do."

"No, it's impossible, as I said, due to some treaties, you can't get any support from the US military. I will never send fighter jets to support you. If there are no restrictions, I will directly send airborne troops. , not you."

Anonymous angrily dismissed Ron's request, but Ron didn't have much hope at all: "Then help me find a bigger glider, right? I'll modify it myself, and when the time comes, I'll let your plane tow it behind." Just go with it."

……

Three days later, in the Bazak Mountains, the sky was clear and clear. Two large C-17 transport planes and their tails were flying over the mountains. On the ground, a convoy composed of multiple vehicles and two armored vehicles Going along the only road.

"Weather conditions permit, airborne operations can be carried out." The captain communicated to the aircraft.

"Then, let's start~"

(End of this chapter)