The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 310 Tracker

Harry's mentality was a bit broken by Ron. Regarding the Scottish incident, as the trump card agent, he must be one of the actual insiders. He understands the cause, process and result of the incident, so he naturally knows what Ron's so-called "repaying favors" is. A way to return favors.

If you owe your neighbor a sum of money, and the neighbor says, there happens to be a hornet’s nest in my yard, and you can clean it up for me, but you find a C4 bomb, not only the tree with the hornet’s nest, but also several surrounding trees The trees flew together, and even almost blew up the house!
You call this returning favors?
Then the way you return favors is quite hellish.

Harry wanted to complain, but now there are more important things, and Ron is the person who is most likely to be his helper, so he can only suppress his desire to complain: "Okay, it's just a very easy thing, but you help me Put a tracker on Valentine?"

"This is our 'tailor shop' latest technology tracker..."

Harry handed Ron a finger-sized tracker. According to him, despite its inconceivably small size, it has dual functions of tracking and eavesdropping. It has a battery life of 24 hours and a maximum receiving distance of 50 kilometers.

Ron's eyes lit up. The IRS didn't have such a useful gadget. He put the tracker in his pocket bluntly: "It's better not to waste such a good thing on him. My department happens to be in short supply of this kind of gadget." Type of small toys, how many do you have over there? Give me a few more to play with? By the way, there are receivers."

Ron looked like he was sharing good things together. Harry was so angry that he felt his blood pressure soared several times. Is this the best agent in North America?
Why do you look like a robber? !

But immediately, his intelligence officer whispered into his earphones, making him put away his contempt for Ron. Just now, the moment Ron put the tracker in his pocket, his intelligence officer lost the signal of the tracker !
No matter what the method is, in his opinion, it is enough for his own prestige, and Ron is enough to arouse his respect: "Okay, so what are you going to do?"

"I don't know, but there must be a way." Ron said confidently. At the same time, he began to scan the entire venue. The old aunt that Principal Hibbert had just introduced to the scientists was molesting three poor otakus. It can be seen that she is very interested in Leonard, and probably wants something to happen.

But judging from Leonard's expression, he refused in his heart, and Ron scoffed at this, so you can get cheap and be good!

In Ron's previous life, if someone said that he had a girlfriend over 60 years old, how many envious eyes would he attract from his peers.

Of course, the main reason why Ron noticed it was not because he envied that he would have a girlfriend over 60 years old, but he noticed that Harry's goal, Valentine, also showed interest in the team of scientists. The look of interest.

This is interesting.

"From the information you have collected, is there any information related to the orientation of this Mr. Valentine? Does he have any special tastes? For example, he has a special preference for men with a more formal style?"

"No, how could you think of this!" Harry's improved perception of Ron just now collapsed.

"I would say that if he happens to have no homosexual hobbies, then his attitude towards scientists is interesting, and the scientists he happens to be interested in happen to be my friends."

As Valentine joined the conversation, the group of five gradually split into two cliques, Leonard and Ms. Sponsor's flirting bureau on one side, and Valentine's and Howard Dragesh's sci-fi bureau on the other.

Ron vaguely heard a few words chatted over there, combined together, it can be guessed that they were talking about a kind of post-disaster reconstruction of human beings after a mass death disaster.

This is the topic that scientists and science fiction writers are most passionate about. This may be a point that can be used. No matter how cunning Valentine is, he will never be wary of these simple scientists.

This can definitely be used, just as Ron was thinking about how to use a few nerd scientists to complete the placement of the tracker without anyone noticing.

Sheldon broke into the banquet hall suddenly, and Ron's eyes lit up, he knew his chance had come.

"No, no, no, I'm just here to ask for money, I don't want to shake any hands with germs, Hibbert, please explain to them clearly!" Seeing the hands stretched out to him, Shelton As if he touched something dirty, he raised his hand in disgust, and yelled for Principal Hibbert to save him.

Of course, this move also allowed him to successfully attract the attention of the entire banquet hall.

"Sheldon, why are you here?!" Ron squeezed between Raj and Howard, and came to Sheldon. At the same time, he inadvertently stuffed two pens into the suit pockets of the two scientists.

Of course, those two pens were not ordinary items, they were specially provided by the IRS, the same as the one Harry had just given him. Although they were not as small as theirs, they looked more stealthy in appearance.

Everything seemed so natural that no one noticed his abnormality, and everyone's attention was still firmly attracted by Sheldon.

I have to say that Sheldon's ability to pull hatred is really leveraged~
"This is..." Valentine looked at Sheldon and then at Ron, not knowing the relationship between Ron and the newcomer for a moment.

"I'm sorry, this scientist with odd bones is my younger brother. I'm very sorry to disturb you all. I'm sorry." Ron then walked forward and walked side by side with Valentine. Mr. patted on the body.

At the same time, he slipped the Kingsman version tracker just seized from Harry into Mr. Valencie's pocket.

The secretary next to Mr. Valentine frowned slightly, but didn't say anything, but just remembered Ron's appearance in her heart. She felt that Ron's behavior just now was very suspicious.

"Don't tell me this is your way. With such obvious excuses and actions to install trackers on others, don't you think everyone is mentally retarded? Your actions are so close to walking in front of him and telling him that you It's the agent."

Although Ron is not Harry's subordinate, he still couldn't help reprimanding him out of anger, but it's a pity that, like Valentine's secretary, he only saw Ron's last move and didn't see his first move. an action.

"You don't think I'm really that stupid, do you?" Ron smiled triumphantly at Harry, and a sense of superiority in IQ emerged spontaneously: "I suggest that if you have time, you can read less chicken soup books about the cultivation of gentlemen. Read a little about the art of war, do you understand it?"

(End of this chapter)