The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 347 Hello, I'm Gin

Kentucky, United Distillery, a large-scale whiskey-based distillery, has consistently ranked among the top three whiskey sales in the entire American continent, second only to Jack Daniel's and Ballantine's.

The United Winery is not only the largest winery in the area, but also a famous tourist attraction because of its beautiful western scenery. The three of Ron mixed in with the tour group as tourists.

"Almost heaven, West Virginia
Blue Ridge Mountain, Shenandoah River
Life is old there，Older than the trees
......"

However, if there were no mosquitos singing all the time, the scenery here would probably be more beautiful. Ron looked at Merlin helplessly: "I said, even if you want to sing, can you change the song? You can sing this song All the way."

"I'm sorry, it's my first time to come to the United States. Every time I think of the scenery of the United States, the melody of this song has been lingering in my mind. Now that I come to the real United States, I can't help feeling it." Mason said a little Said embarrassingly.

"Please," Ron rolled his eyes, "You're singing about Virginia, but we're in Kentucky now."

Merlin touched his smooth head awkwardly: "Yes, Kentucky, what song should we drink in Kentucky?"

Frankly speaking, when Ron was asked, he didn't think of what song he should sing in Kentucky, but judging from Merlin's hair style, the most suitable song for him should be the slippery girl in the girl with soft music, but Rowan En believed that he couldn't sing, so he could only change the topic to food: "In Kentucky, we never sing. We only have plain finger-licking chicken and Colonel's chicken nuggets. Would you like a piece?"

"Come on! See what I found!" Eggsy suddenly shouted behind him, and Ron followed the reputation, and saw him standing at the door of the warehouse where the whiskey was kept, beckoning them over with an excited expression on his face.

"If your answer is to find out where they keep their old whiskey, I'll beat you in the stomach, boy."

For such a pair of partners, Ron is habitually discriminatory. He prefers Merlin, who looks calmer and is a technician. It may be related to the fact that he and Toretto use the same hairstyle, but not Eggsy. Too many good looks.

"No, there is a biosecurity scanner here," Eggsy moved his watch to the scanner excitedly, and Merlin manipulated the tablet and began to crack the program in the security device: "A few barrels of whiskey can also be used. Looking at things? It's an insult to my IQ."

"Then you must not know how much Americans love wine. In my hometown of Texas, some people even buy insurance for their wine cellar..."

The person Ron was talking about was none other than his father, Old George. Since becoming a college football coach and getting rich, Old George no longer looked down on those cheap Lone Star beers, and began to replace his drinks with whiskey. And Lone Star beer, which was his favorite, now became like water to her.

Of course, for the sake of health, Mary will give him a limited amount every day.

"Crack." The door lock was opened under Merlin's operation, revealing the wine cellar where the old whiskey was stored. Just as the three of them entered, the door immediately closed automatically behind.

"This looks like an ordinary wine cellar, did you find anything?"

"There's still a lot of wine, but unfortunately it's not Scotch whiskey." Iger replied casually, while stretching out her hands in front of her, she walked slowly forward. The watch she used was a special agent prop, similar to the tablet in Merlin's hand. The connection, which also has the function of radar, made Ron envious for a while.

Ron silently decided in his heart that when this cooperation task was completed, he would let Howard and the others develop a set for himself.

"Wait!" Merlin suddenly stopped Eggsy's progress: "The radar shows that there is a huge building directly below us. If I guessed correctly, its entrance should be here."

Merlin took the ax that was placed by the barrel, and hit the barrel heavily.

"Bah..." A large amount of alcohol flowed out along the opening that would otherwise have been opened by Merlin.

"What the hell are you doing? Isn't this too wasteful?" Ron quickly took a handful and poured it into his mouth: "It tastes really good, cowboy over there, can you help me get a cup? "

"What?!" The two ace agents noticed that a cowboy walked out of the shadows at some point.

"When I was young, my mother told me that we southerners learned etiquette from the British. Now it seems that you have forgotten all the etiquette," the cowboy walked up to them with a wide-brimmed hat and a shotgun: "Don't you know you have to knock on the door before you enter?"

"Sorry, please don't confuse me with these two Brits, I just saw two sneaky, British Texan enthusiasts sneaking into the wine cellar, we're our own, man," Ron said politely Like a cowboy stretching out his hand: "Hello, my name is Gin, what's your code name?"

Unexpectedly, the cowboy not only did not relax his vigilance after hearing this, but slapped Ron's good hand, pulled the bolt of the gun with a click, and pointed the gun at him vigilantly:
"Impossible! Gin is now on a mission with vodka in Japan! You can't be Gin! Who the hell are you?! How do you know us?"

Now Ron was in a daze. She was just making a joke just now, but she didn't expect Gin to exist in Kingsman.

No way?No way?Emotional ace agent is the famous men in black organization?This is too funny, right?For a moment, Ron didn't know where to start complaining?

By the way, what did he just say?Gin and vodka on a mission in Japan?It can't be fighting with the elementary school students of death, right?Then they are finished, this organization is full of undercover agents.

"Relax, little cowboy, these two Englishmen told me my information." Although the cowboy's shotgun did not pose much threat to Ron, Ron still decisively betrayed his teammates: "These two English gentlemen take off, I Find an organization called winery with them, he said they are relatives of you, where are you from?"

"Maybe you've heard of the Royal Gentleman's Tailor in London." Merlin quickly replied.

"Oh, Royal Gentleman's Tailor, I guess that's where you got your outfits, right? Looks good." The cowboy's eyes became sharper:
"See what I said, right? You want to tell me it's no big deal, isn't it just a tailor who hacked into our security system? Right? And with a small watch!"

(End of this chapter)