The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 560 Diamonds
After chatting with Ron, Sheldon seemed to be bewitched. He hailed a taxi as fast as he could, until Ron discovered by hacking into his phone that he had booked the nearest ticket in the car. Flying to the city where Amy is located, he relaxed his vigilance.

This guy is going to propose right away!

Ron took a video of the proposal with the camera of Amy's hotel and sent it to the Cooper family and the Pritchett family group. Except for Sheldon's dissatisfaction with this invasion of privacy, he received unanimous praise.

"How is it? Finch, look, my pigs can finally grow cabbage. It won't be long before I can attend my brother's wedding. By the way, although you and my brother don't know each other, it seems For the sake of our relationship, don't you also have to think about it?"

Ron grabbed Finch's neck and said, "It doesn't need to be too much, just give a street-facing shop at will. My brother is still young, so I'll take care of the rent collection for him first."

Ron didn't know how much Finch's net worth was, because Finch managed his property with different identities very shrewdly, even Peggy couldn't check it thoroughly, but for super hackers like them , Money is really just a number.

As long as they want to, they can hack into the system of any bank at any time and transfer money from other people's accounts to their own accounts, but the subsequent money laundering is a bit troublesome.

Therefore, when Ron asked Finch for a price, the lion always opened his mouth.

"I think it's just that you want to use your brother's name to get some benefits from me."

"Well, you can understand it this way, but if you adopt what I just said, you will find that the relationship between us is much better than you thought." Ron admitted shamelessly.

"The reward for this operation is only 50 U.S. dollars, but I will provide you with five times of finding someone for free, okay?" Finch said helplessly: "If you still think it's too little, then forget it, anyway, here we are There is no shortage of people at the moment."

As Finch said, he pointed to the beautiful woman next door who was chatting with Reese with his chin. When Ron looked over, the woman's beautiful eyes just happened to look over. collapse.

This is a very powerful woman, and Ron immediately made a judgment based on his body's instinctive reaction.

"Okay, I accepted this offer, it seems that you have found a good newcomer recently?"

"I didn't find it, we rescued it, the former NSA agent, because he was going to be silenced by the government," Finch said flatly: "I think you should know better than me what you agents like to do, the machine Still giving them numbers, and now even I can't figure out what it's doing."

The NSA agent was silenced. From this point of view, there is a high probability that it has something to do with Nameless. Ron has been unable to contact Nameless so far. It is also a good choice for such a general to stay with Finch until the day Nameless returns. , at least not unavailable.

Ron has no interest in interfering with the power within the NSA, but as a department that has the power to mobilize itself, Ron is willing to control it by at least one person who has more or less friendship with him.

"Didn't you make that? I suggest you keep an eye on it all the time, otherwise no one knows what a non-human creature with high intelligence will do. At that time, I will smash it with my own hands." That machine," Ron warned with threats in his eyes, and returned to the topic: "Who is the target this time? Why did you ask me to come here? Is it tricky?"

"Our new number, Naval Sergeant Jack Salazar, U.S. Navy." Finch didn't talk nonsense, and directly handed Ron a file, which showed a black soldier in the photo: "He attacked in a bar five years ago." Others beat him into a coma, and the judge asked him to choose whether to go to prison or join the army, and he chose the latter."

"Well, if he's in the navy, then of course the army is in charge of him. Unless the Japanese attack Pearl Harbor again, it's hard to imagine any danger he will encounter. Of course, if it's the situation I mentioned, I I don’t think it’s very meaningful to save one or two people.”

Ron quickly read the information and returned it to Finch.

"Because this week is Navy Week, the annual day when the street is full of drunk sailors, he will definitely go ashore to have some fun. This street full of people in the same uniform will make it difficult for us to locate Mr. Salazar, so I ask you for help .”

Navy Week is an activity unique to the U.S. Navy to let the public know about the navy. Its content is probably to open ships for tourists to visit, and put the sailors on the shore to have a good rest. Ron still can't figure it out. The energetic navy, which has been holding back at sea for a long time, is placed in the city to enjoy itself, and it will have no positive effect on enhancing the public's goodwill towards the navy.

Because basically every time such an event, it is inevitable that a few unlucky guys will be sent back by the local police. The charges range from drinking and not paying, to fighting and making trouble, and molesting women. If this can give the public a positive view of the Navy Damn it.

Ron was stunned: "So, it turns out that the machine sometimes embarrasses it, right? That's better than this. We divided into two teams and went around the bars in Los Angeles one by one. Anyway, the goal of those sailors getting off the ship is nothing more than three Like, booze, women, tattoos, they basically don't go to places other than bars, which of you two wants to be with me?"

Ron yelled at Riise and the strange woman, pointing at Finch: "Anyway, I don't want to act with this boring guy."

"I'll do it." The strange woman raised her hand.

Ron tentatively asked, "I don't know your name yet."

"Sam Shaw."

"OK, Sam, my name is..."

"I know, you're Ron, you're very famous where I used to be, and Finch has already told you about my previous experience, right? I think this will be a good conversation for us on the road .”

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Ron's objection, he took Ron's arm and walked out, leaving Riise and Finch staring at the library.

Of course, Ron didn't think that his charm had played any role. In fact, it was the same. As soon as he came out of the library, Sam began to ask Ron about his old boss.

But it turned out to disappoint her, Ron didn't know much more than she did.

"They say that Doe was killed by Cypher, do you think so?"

"Of course not. On the contrary, I think that Anonymous is living well somewhere on the earth, but he has some other secret mission that keeps him temporarily out of the way. Maybe he is now working with a one-eyed black man to form the S.H.I.E.L.D. Maybe, right?"

Ron's joke made Sam burst out laughing, but Ron caught a figure in the crowd with his eyes, and asked two glasses of whiskey from the bartender to share with Sam, and said calmly: "Look over there, tell Riise and the others to stop busy, we have found our target."

Following the direction Ron's cup was pointing at, Sam saw a black guy who was flirting with his companions, and when he was about to speak, Ron made a silent gesture on his lips, signaling her to continue reading.

The numbers given by the machine are all people who are likely to encounter danger or create danger. Obviously, Samun has not yet gotten used to this, and he often acts on conditioned reflex. It is estimated that Finch has a lot of headaches for her.

On the other side, the black guy who didn't realize that he was being observed was talking and laughing with his companions and two girls. Seeing that he was about to succeed, one of the girls was roughly dragged away by the other.

Samun was about to go up to help, but Ron quickly grabbed her: "Wait a minute, I don't think this is a danger that can make the machine call the police."

Sure enough, Ron was right. After a few quarrels, the man left with the woman, and just when Sam thought everything was over, a man in a yellow military uniform walked up to them behind them. They took the initiative to find fault with them and threw their hats on the ground.

For a soldier, this is a serious insult.

"And now? Do you think the danger is from the Marine?"

"It's hard to tell whether it's the marine or his comrade." Ron glanced around the bar. Now the ratio of marines in yellow uniforms to navy sailors in white uniforms in the bar is about 6:4. The navy does not have an advantage. If a large-scale gang fight breaks out, the sailors will definitely suffer.

And the most troublesome thing is, if someone takes advantage of the chaos to stab the target in the stomach, no one will know who did it, because it is too messy, and the ghost knows if this guy named Jack has offended anyone in the army.

"Then what are you going to do?" When Samun asked, the marines over there had already poured wine on Jack's hat. It would be strange if they didn't do anything about this situation.

Jack immediately punched the marine soldier who was bothering him in the face, but since the other party was able to do this, he must have been prepared, and he dodged backwards flexibly. The head of another Marine with his back turned to them.

"Get rid of him!" "Give it to me! Brothers!"

The soldiers made a noise, and the bar exploded like a ignited gunpowder keg, and there were sailors and marine soldiers fighting together everywhere.

"What else can I do? Of course it's persuasion~" Ron stretched his muscles and bones, hooked the neck of the marine soldier who was pushed next to him, and slammed him hard on the long bar table.

"Boom!"

Before the sailor who was fighting with him had time to thank Ron, he passed out with a bottle of wine swung on his face by Ron, and Samun next to him was stunned.

Is there such a persuasion?
But Ron picked up two more wine bottles from the bar and rushed towards Jack. While rushing, he smashed the bottles on the head of the taxi in front of him, and kept shouting: "Don't Hit it! Don't hit it! You can't beat people to death like this! Copy guys!"

As soon as Ron reminded them, the soldiers suddenly realized that they picked up some things around them that could be used as weapons, and threw them at the people in different colored clothes.

At the same time, Ron, who had offended both parties, naturally became the target of special attention. However, just when Sam thought Ron would be severely beaten, a miraculous scene happened.

In this melee, Ron was like a fish in water. First, he threw two wine bottles forward and exploded on the heads of the two hapless bastards. Lift it up and turn your back.

"DUANG! DUANG!" Two sounds, the two wine bottles that were planning to sneak attack hit the round table and shattered to the ground, but Ron was unscathed. The soldiers of the team also each carried a stool, planning fiercely to avenge the unlucky guy who had just been shot in the head by Ron.

The situation was so tense that Samun once wanted to draw his gun to help Ron. As a senior agent, she certainly understood what would happen if she was surrounded in this kind of fight.

Unexpectedly, Ron smiled, turned the round table over in a leisurely manner, and turned it into a table facing the marines, catching two stools, and the legs of the table that suddenly turned up from the bottom just happened to be straight. Pound between the legs of the two sailors behind.

The sailor immediately fell down with a face full of unspeakable pain.

"Beautiful!" Even someone as harsh as Samun couldn't help but praise Ron's reaction.

At this time, the only thing left in front of Ron was the marines who were fighting with Jack with their backs to him. There were four of them in total, but Jack on the opposite side was only him and his friend. The other party found that Ron After that, two people were separated and rushed over.

And Ron looked up at the gorgeous chandelier in the bar and showed a smirk, and rushed towards the two of them. When they were only three steps away, Ron suddenly jumped up, and the two thought that Ron was going to use flying kicks. Kicking them, he quickly raised his arms to resist, but he didn't want Ron to grab the chandelier with both hands and pull hard...

"Boom! Crash..." The range of the chandelier was just on the heads of the four marines.

"The police are here!" Someone shouted, the soldiers in the bar didn't care about their opponents who were mingling with them, and rushed out together. In a blink of an eye, only Ron was left in the bar , the bar owner who wanted to cry without tears, and Samen who saw the end from beginning to end.

"How? Are you fascinated by my body?"

"Before you speak, there were a few," Samun smiled and made a hand gesture that made Korean men feel extremely painful: "But what should we do now? They all ran away, and we have to go find them again."

"It's okay, I just put the tracker on Jack casually, we just need to follow." Ron waved his hand indifferently, glanced at the smashed-up bar, and showed the fake CIA certificate in front of the boss , handed over a check: "The CIA handles the case, these losses are worth about three thousand dollars, here is a check for five thousand dollars, I hope I can compensate you."

"Thank you, thank you so much!" The bar owner moved and was about to accept the check, but the check shrank back.

"Of course, I can't give it to you for free. These need to be reimbursed. You have to write me a $[-] loss certificate, understand?"

(End of this chapter)