The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 296 Back to Los Angeles
The door of the cold storage was wide open, and five modified sports cars came out one after another, heading towards the place where the terrorist attack occurred. The car carrying the Russian diplomats had already turned into Seventh Avenue.

Just when the driver breathed a sigh of relief and thought he had escaped, there was a crisp "bang~", the driver raised his head, and a car flew out of the parking lot on the roof and landed on a bodyguard car in front of him. .

At the moment, the driver didn't even bother to remind the car in front, and hurriedly turned the direction. The car passed by the car in front obliquely, and when he just drove the car to be level with the car in front.

The car in the sky smashed heavily on the front car, smashing the front car into a discus, and the people inside were dead.

Do you think this is the end?No, this is just the beginning. The driver looked up and was horrified to find that after the first car that fell from the sky, countless cars followed in its footsteps and fell from upstairs like raindrops.

In a blink of an eye, the fallen cars landed on or beside the Russian diplomat's car one by one, and then piled up on top of each other, like burying seeds, deeply buried the diplomat's bodyguard car inside.

"This scene is so fucking spectacular!" Ron, who was watching the live broadcast on his mobile phone, couldn't help exclaiming, "This scene is not much different from Hollywood blockbusters. I really want to see what it will be like if it is made into a movie." Such an effect.

Anyway, watching it on a mobile phone is definitely not fun.

"Boss, are you sure we're leaving like this? Don't need to help Hobbs and the others? I feel that they are still a bit struggling to deal with Toretto." Behind Ron, Hank was carrying the luggage of two people alone. asked hesitantly.

Out of camaraderie, Khan, but still a little worried about them.

"Don't worry, as long as they act according to the plan, they will be safe. Don't forget that the purpose of this operation is not to bring Toretto back or kill Cypher."

Ron took the suitcase from Hank: "The main purpose of this mission, Mayor Toretto took the locator back to find Cypher's location. I have a hunch that if we can't get this poisonous snake If you strangle him to death, he will definitely come out and make trouble next time."

"Then why can't we help Hobbs and the others?"

"Because we are in the dark, my little fool." Ron said to Hank helplessly using the lines of the domineering president: "Because we are in the dark, so we can move freely, but if we go to help, we will Will expose the information to Cypher, I think you must not want your wife to be dragged into the car by two masked men when she was shopping in the supermarket, right?

Hank, where's my boarding pass? "

Hank opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but finally gave up, took out the boarding pass and ticket from his pocket and handed it to Ron.

Hobbs was responsible for everything that happened later. Ron had already bought a plane ticket and was going back to Los Angeles.

He has more important things to do, which is to confirm how the mecha that is going to carry Brother Xiao to fly between the plane and the plane is ready.

Caltech, Ron got off the plane and found a car and went straight to the school. At the same time, Hobbs also heard the final result of the operation.

The good news is that Toretto finally managed to escape from Hobbs and the others after a "tough fight" and successfully brought the locator back to the plane.

The bad news is that he was brought on the plane together with the nuclear bomb lockbox in the hands of Russian diplomats.

"FXXK! Ron, FXXK!" Hobbs kept cursing on the phone: "What are these lunatics trying to do? How dare they even steal the lockbox of nuclear weapons?! Are they trying to start World War III?" come out?
The lockbox was lost in the United States. No matter how much we open our mouths, we can’t tell. I heard a guy from the Ministry of Defense say that a large-scale army transfer has already begun in Russia. If we can’t within a week, If we give them an explanation, we may face the danger of war!
Ron, are you listening? "

"Of course," Ron lazily agreed, "tell Anonymous to find a way to delay it for another week. Before a week, we will definitely catch Cypher and let him work."

"Within a week? Are you crazy?!" Hobbs yelled dissatisfiedly on the phone, and Ron hurriedly held the phone away from his ears so as not to let himself continue to be ravaged by the magic sound.

"The signal of the locator is too weak. It will take at least three days to track it. Who knows what crazy things that crazy woman Cypher will do during this time. If he launches nuclear weapons during this time, the whole world It's all over!"

"No, you're thinking too much, big man," Ron turned his phone to a foreign voice, and went to pick his ears: "It's not enough to have a password without nuclear weapons, so just wait and see, she will definitely hit a certain Russian military recently." The idea of ​​a base, and it’s the easiest base, I suggest you pay close attention to the movements in Chechnya recently.”

"No problem, but if you leave everything to me, what do you do?"

"Of course it is to solve the equipment of Dyke and Owen."

Ron looked up, Caltech had already arrived, and it was already meal time, Ron parked the car and walked directly to the cafeteria.

Sure enough, the group of four was here: "Hey, guys, long time no see, I guess you must have some good news about mechs to tell me, right?"

"No, on the contrary, I have some bad news," Howard wiped his mouth with a napkin: "There was an accident in the biology laboratory here."

"Accident? What accident?"

"They injected the mice with radioactive isotopes, but the little guy bit one of the technicians and escaped, so the biology lab was sealed off along with several other labs around it, and our exoskeleton mech lab happened to be It's one of them."

Ron's heart sank: "How long will it take for the laboratory to reopen?"

"Don't worry, it will reopen at noon tomorrow at the latest. I have modified the flight function you requested, but the flight distance is only limited to [-] kilometers, but I guarantee that it will fly as fast as you requested."

"Well, it seems that I have to wait with you," Ron said, sitting on the empty seat of the group of four, "I guess Sheldon must be with Amy, right?"

The three heads nodded together, and Ron spread his hands helplessly: "Then leave him alone, I'll go home and stay overnight, and I'll go take out the mecha with you tomorrow."

"Hey, how is that technician, has he got superpowers?" Rajesh waited for Ron to sit down, and immediately asked eagerly.

Howard: "No, he got five stitches and then a tetanus shot."

"That was such a disappointment."

"Why do you say that?" Anyway, he was free, and Ron joined them in the topic of secondary school.

"If you were bitten by something contaminated with radioactive elements in a lab, you'd want to be a superhero, like Spider-Man," Rajesh said of course.

Howard said contemptuously, "Well, even if you're right, who wants to be the Rat Demon?"

"Who wouldn't? You can run rampage through mazes and get into tiny holes and close restaurants with just a few hops, and best of all, if I'm a Ratman, you You can be my follower, Mouse Baby."

Rajesh's answer full of the atmosphere of the second class made Ron suddenly happy: "The super powers you mentioned are useless. If you want to go through the maze, just bring a GPS. If you It’s okay to lose weight and drill a smaller hole. Finally, if you really want to close a restaurant, I suggest you don’t take a shower for a month, and then stop in front of that store. I believe there will be the same Effect."

"That's different, superpowers are cooler, don't you think, Mouse Boy?"

Rajesh asked Howard for advice, and Howard objected: "First of all, if I really have super powers, I will definitely not be a follower, you are a follower."

"The Rat Demon will never be a follower!"

Ron covered his face. If he hadn't asked the two of them to help adjust the equipment tomorrow, he really wanted to pretend that he didn't know these two superb products.

Isn’t it just a superhero~ I have cosplayed it several times~
Up to now, there is still an unsolved bank robbery case with the New York police. The suspect's photo is Batman and Robin. If it's not Ron's masterpiece, which one could it be?

This is the real superhero, unlike the two of them, who just speak with their mouths.

Ron didn't want to care about this kind of shit, but he didn't expect the flames of war to burn on him in the end. After a few arguments, Rajesh and Howard turned their heads to Ron: "Ron, who do you think we are more like?" attendant?"

I think you all look like cute little followers who make equipment for Batman~
Of course, this must not be said out loud, and Ron could only suggest: "If you have to compete, do you two want to find something to compete with? Leonard and I can serve as referees for you, how about it?" So, Leonard?"

Anyway, the equipment can't be taken out today, and Ron can't leave, he doesn't mind having some fun.

"OK, I don't care, but how do you plan to compare them?" Leonard was flattered when asked by Ron.

"First of all, the first level is of course courage..."

An hour later, Ron returned to the restaurant with a white clay pot.

Leonard asked curiously, "Ron, what's in that jar of yours?"

"The first and most important thing about a superhero is, of course, the guts of a superman," Ron didn't answer directly, but put the jar between the three of them and started talking: "Everyone feels fear, it's not shameful, but some People still choose to face their fears, and it is this superhuman courage that deserves to be called a superhero."

"There is a big spider in this jar, you two just need to put your hands in it, how about the one who takes it out last wins?"

"Of course!" Howard happily agreed, opened the jar, and put his hand in first: "Come on, Rajesh, are you afraid?"

"No, but, this... this..." Rajesh was most afraid of spiders. He stared at the jar, but he never put his hand in it.

"If you dare not put your hands in it, just wait to be a servant for the rest of your life!" Howard provocatively said.

But probably because of being stimulated by Howard, just as Leonard was about to announce Rajesh's victory, Rajesh suddenly put his hand in.

"Great job, Rajesh, congratulations you are one step closer to being a superhero," Ron nodded approvingly, he never thought that Indians could have such courage one day: "Can you tell me why you Do you suddenly dare?"

"Simple, the spiders have already climbed onto Howard's arm." Rajesh pointed, and Ron looked from his perspective. Sure enough, a large bird-eating spider was crawling towards Howard along his sleeve.

"Ah! Ah!..." Howard burst into a scream that was not inferior to a soprano: "Ron, help me get this thing off! Hurry up! Ron!"

Ron shook his head, stretched out his pinched spider and threw it into the jar to close the lid: "Well, I declare that Rajesh won the first round."

"Why? He obviously didn't put my hand in it for as long as I did!"

"Because I'm talking about the one who takes out his hand last wins, not the one who puts his hand in for the longest time." Ron remained unmoved and continued to maintain the original judgment: "In addition, your panicked performance just now is very degraded." , if this is really a match like America's Got Talent, I will definitely not turn on the lights for you, and referee Leonard?"

"agree."

"Okay, what's the next one? I'll definitely beat him next time!"

Ron took them to the gymnasium of the University of California, found an empty corner and spread wrestling mats on the ground: "The second event, of course, is the unarmed combat competition."

Ron said in a serious manner: "Superhero weapons cannot always be carried by your side. When there is no weapon, hand-to-hand combat is an indispensable skill. The rules of the game are very simple.

No crotch kicking, no gouging eyes, no chokeholds, whatever other methods are up to you, as long as you can make the opponent fall down and stand up, it is a victory, how about it, gentlemen? "

"It's just what I want. I've been taking karate lessons since I was 11 years old. Rajesh, let me remind you, it's still too late for you to surrender." Howard bluffed in a strange pose in a red tight-fitting wrestling suit.

Whatever the pose was, Ron was sure it wasn't karate.

"Really? I happened to have taken Pilates classes in the gym too. My abs are as sharp as a Dove chocolate cube. You are by no means my opponent!"

Rajesh also strikes another pose that blows Ron's imagination.

"If I remember correctly, Pilates seems to be a kind of yoga, Rajesh, are you sure this thing is helpful for fighting?" Ron looked suspicious.

"Really?" Rajesh made a pounce feint, scaring Howard back: "Whatever that is, he's lost today anyway!"

(End of this chapter)