The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 395 Godson and Ron's Vacation
"Stormwind Bells Ring
The whole people is alert to the flight of griffins
Bronzebeard's Spear

Flares illuminate the front

Temple of Luna

......"

In the church, just as the priest finished speaking, the sound of music suddenly sounded from the speakers on both sides. Pritchett's eyes twitched, and he glanced around the auditorium, intending to see who made such a joke on him.

But without him looking for it, Ron himself waved to him proudly.

The priest shook his head angrily. It was the first time he was interrupted like this during baptism. These people are too disrespectful to God!

But there is no way, God will not pay him wages, and he is not even willing to wear steel helmets to go to North Korea to fight for his people, so he can only grit his teeth and continue to say with a pleasant smile: "What an interesting idea , have you decided what to name this child?"

Making money is all business, not shabby~
Pritchett: "Joe Pritchett."

Ron: "Arthas Menethil Pritchett."

Pritchett's mother-in-law: "Francio Joseph Pritchett."

The three of them spoke in unison and gave three completely different answers. The priest was stunned for a moment. This was the first time he had presided over the baptism for such a long time.

The child's Christian name was not agreed in advance, and there was still a quarrel in the final naming session. The priest didn't know how to deal with it for a while.

The mother-in-law's opinion was directly ignored, Ron and Pritchett looked at each other tit-for-tat, and Claire could almost see the fierce sparks of the eye-to-eye collision in the air.

"This is my child!" Pritchett declared his sovereignty dissatisfied.

But Ron didn't budge: "I thought you asked me to be the godfather of this child to name him. You know godfathers have the right to name children, Uncle Pritchett."

Now Pritchett knows what it means to shoot himself in the foot.

Originally, he hesitated for a long time when choosing a godfather for his son, because he knew that he was too old, and it was very likely that he would watch the youngest son grow up healthy and healthy, and rely on Gloria alone to raise his son. , he felt almost something.

He already has a gay sissy son (Mitchell) and Gloria's son Manny is like that (also a sissy) and he's already desperate for his own family.

Fortunately, there is Ron, otherwise, the daughter of his man-in-law would have to play the role of godfather.

"Well, it's just a given name anyway. Does this name have any meaning?" Pritchett was still old after all, so he was the first to lose.

"Of course, this is a sacred name." Luke squeezed to the front of the stage and interjected, knowing without asking, he is also a deep game fan.

Ron took the child from the priest's hands and kept looking at the children around him with curious eyes. He lifted the child affectionately like singing: "My godson, from the day you were born, the entire forest of Lordaeron whispered The name: Alsace.

My godson, I watch with pride as you grow up and become the embodiment of justice.

You will use your mighty power carefully.One day, my life will come to an end.And you, will be crowned king! "

"Okay, Alsace is just Alsace," Pritchett sighed helplessly. This name sounds pretty good, at least much better than using the name of the ex-husband whose mother-in-law died, but he still got it In his wife's ear: "We won't call him by that name anyway, at home, he will always be my Joe!"

"Sorry, Uncle Pritchett, I heard what you said~" Ron picked his ears.

"That's right, I just said it to you on purpose, thank you for listening." Pritchett came over and patted Ron on the shoulder: "You haven't come to my family gathering for a long time, I think you should come when you have nothing to do Walk around, I think Luke is so much better with you than with Dunphy, he's only going to be more and more of an acrobat with his dad, but more and more manly with you. "

"I'd love to come and have a gathering with my family often, but I still feel that sometimes, you really want to change something," Ron shook his head:

"I think it's better for children to go with the flow as much as possible. For example, Luke, if he wants, he can become an acrobat. We don't have to deliberately change anything. Of course, if he wants to learn from me In other words, I very much welcome him to come to my base and train with my little apprentice.

But the family gathering, I'm afraid I'll have to wait until I come back from vacation. I've been working almost all Christmas without a break. I just finished a big case. I need to take a break for myself. I plan to go to Paris to relax. "

Well, Ron didn't have a good time in France during the CIA case, so he wanted to go again. After all, the French are famous for their romance, and last time he brought a big bald head that was an eyesore. Many opportunities to "have fun" have been lost.

As soon as the plane landed, Ron received a text message from Guan Yuming when he arrived in Paris.

"Ron, I have informed my nephew in Paris to pick you up at the airport. I wish you a good time." Guan Yuming had already arranged for Ron to pick him up.

So, when he walked out of the airport, he immediately saw a man of yellow race holding his name and a face almost identical to Guan Yuming's, and immediately waved.

This face is familiar to everyone in China. Although Ron is an American now, in his previous life, he was an out-and-out Chinese. It can be said that he grew up watching his movies.

"Brother Jackie Chan, good afternoon~" Ron held out his hand to the pick-up man.

"You must be the Ron that my uncle said, I didn't expect your Chinese to be so good." Jack Chen shook Ron's hand: "Everyone says I look like him, but in fact Jackie Chan and I are the same. There is a difference, seriously, I am a little more handsome than him."

"I'm sorry, I promised my uncle to take you around Paris, but today I just have some business matters to deal with, so I will let my friend take you to play first, and wait until I finish my business over there." Come pick you up, okay?"

In the car, Jack Chen explained to Ron apologetically, but it's okay not to say anything, as soon as he opened his mouth, Ron became interested.

"Is it the antique business that your uncle said?" Ron's eyes lit up. He originally came to Paris this time to meet Uncle Long in "The Chinese Zodiac", but he just happened to catch up with them to go out to work. What a coincidence, it is the business related to the Chinese zodiac, right?

If so, it's interesting.

Of course, Ron watched the movie Jackie Chan in his previous life. If he could, he would certainly do his part to recover the cultural relics. Who made him a fool?
What's more, this trip is not without any benefits. If I remember correctly, they will also find the gold from the old ship that was stranded before. How many catties is that?It seems to be calculated in tons?
Thinking of this, Ron was even more reluctant to go to Paris to play. Although Paris is good, how can gold attract people?
"Yes, that's right. One of my clients asked me to help him find a very old antique. I just received a message and I'm going to meet the seller." Jack Chen said solemnly.

"Are you sure that is the seller and not the owner? Let me guess what it is? Recently, Sotheby's auction house seems to have been warming up for the bronze beast head in Yuanmingyuan. You have to 'take' it back, no Could it just be that one?"

Ron said with a smile, but his words shocked everyone in Jack Chen's car. How did he know?
Ron proudly said: "Jack, didn't your uncle tell you that I am an agent, and I am also the king of agents, what do you think you can hide from the eyes of the agents?"

Jack Chen still wanted to maintain a serious person: "Uh, Mr. Ron, I'm really in business..."

"Amsterdam really doesn't have a red light district." Ron also began to get serious.

"How is this possible?" Before Jack could speak, the assistant behind said with a look of disbelief.

"Look, even your subordinates know it's impossible." Ron spread his hands, pointing to a bit of black clothing exposed by Jack's collar: "You won't tell me that you plan to wear this to meet the seller, will you?
Don't worry, I'm an agent with a flexible moral bottom line. I don't reject this kind of thing. I'm just curious and want to visit your working methods. "

"Okay, then you promise to follow my arrangement in all actions, and I will take you there."

"Of course." Ron readily agreed.

Jack Chen's car drove to a large manor on the outskirts of Paris and stopped. Ron opened the map and took a look at the surrounding terrain. It happened to be the lowest lying place nearby, which was very suitable for concealment and support.

Then Jack asked two partners, a man and a woman, to pretend to be antique sellers to sell antiques to the owner of the manor. While the owner of the manor touched the photo album, he successfully collected his fingerprints and came back to crack it.

And another group of information groups specialized in intruding into the security system of the manor is also quickly cracking the protection network of the manor. They only need to replace the monitoring screen in the manor with the fixed picture they have prepared in advance before they can start to act.

All these methods are the old tricks left by Ron's subordinates, but appearing on a group of antique dealers really surprised Ron.

"Your strength is almost comparable to that of the CIA." Ron praised.

"Wow, thank you, thank you for comparing us to top secret agents." Jack Chen was flattered.

Ron waved his hand indifferently: "You're welcome, anyway, the CIA is the second-to-last existence in the secret service circle."

"Then can I know who is the bottom one?" Jack Chen asked curiously.

"MI[-], the whole world knows that the current MI[-] is just an IT department that can shoot randomly... Hey! They got it done!" Ron looked happily at the green light on Jack's communicator: " What should we do now?"

"Of course it's sneaking in. You're an agent, haven't you sneaked in before?"

"Of course there is, but our way of infiltrating is a bit different from yours. May I ask, how should we infiltrate?" Ron was eager to try.

"Follow me and rush in." Jack raised his head and followed the gap in the leaves of the tree to observe the situation of the camera. When the red light above went out, Jack slid down from the tree like an agile monkey and rushed to the villa. Under the window, and then flipped in, Ron quickly followed.

This is the location of the kitchen. Jack took a piece of bread from the basket and stuffed it into his mouth and took a bite, but he couldn't bite and almost broke his teeth. He cursed angrily: "FXXK! Damn baguette, I I don't know how the hell these Frenchies got it in their stomachs."

"As we all know, the baguette has always been a kind of weapon. It has nothing to do with food. It's better to eat this." Ron took out two sausages from the refrigerator like he was at home, ate one by himself, and threw it away. Give Jack one.

They had been lurking in the trees of the manor for almost a whole morning, and they were all starving. Ron swore that he would never sneak in again unless it was necessary.

How good is it to wash the ground with cannonballs, and then pick up what you want from the ruins?Anyway, the animal head or something is made of copper and it won't break... Maybe?

"Shh! We're not here to eat," Jack swallowed hard and gestured softly to Ron.

Ron complained: "It would be more convincing if you wiped the oil off your mouth, where are we going now?"

"Follow me." Jack pulled Ron up. Jack had already mastered the map of the villa by heart. He dragged Ron from the kitchen to the hall. After nervously looking around the corner for no one outside, he quickly walked up the spiral staircase in the hall. Rushed to the second floor, at the end of the corridor, it was his destination, the study.

"Did you work so hard to sneak into this manor just to come to the library to read?" Ron was very disappointed when he came to the study.

"No, you don't understand," Jack explained to Ron while rummaging in the study, "Rich people like this usually make a secret room at home to store their most valuable things, which are secrets." I have seen the architectural drawing of this villa, and in the whole villa, this is the only place where there is enough space for him to use as a secret room, probably this location."

"These rich people are really Zhong Kui jumping into the cesspit and becoming a demon to death."

Jack came to a bookshelf in the study room, checked the books one by one and the wall behind the books, and when he reached the second-to-last row of the bookshelf, he pulled the thick dictionary down, revealing the inside A small door with a keypad for input.

"It really hits your point, how do we get in now." After sneaking in for so long with Jack, Ron actually found a trace of treasure-hunting fun, and hurriedly urged, wanting to see the treasure inside quickly.

However, Jack Chen glanced at the keyboard and frowned: "It's not good, he used three sets of random combinations of 46 letters. This kind of password would take two days to solve even with eight computers."

(End of this chapter)