Daily life of an American TV drama agent

The FBI headquarters in Los Angeles worked overtime for several days and nights until the lights were brightly lit.

Recently, in addition to the blue powder that was originally flooding the streets of Los Angeles, high-purity heroin flowing in from Mexico has begun to appear on the market on a large scale.

This made the BOSS at the headquarters very angry, so Jack, who had no one available, even released the former FBI agent O'Connor from prison and took him back under his command.

Now, Agent O'Connor, who had been reinstated, was pushing a bald man who looked like Toretto towards the custody room, and a short police detective came angrily from the door.

"O'Connor, if you let my witness go again... the short man walked quickly to O'Connor and pushed him against the wall, intending to teach him a lesson.

But he didn't want to be beaten by O'Connor, so he pressed his head and hit the wall hard, causing his nose to bleed and he fell to the ground.

"That's enough!" Jack came out of the office to clean up the mess. During this period, the short agent pushed away a colleague who was trying to help him up, and climbed up by holding on to the wall.

"You're done, O'Connor!"

"Stasiak, go wash up." Jack glanced at the embarrassed look of the short agent and ordered. At the same time, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. If these people under his command were not so useless, why would he need to take O'Connor out of prison again? Pick it up here.

"No!" Stasiak wondered whether Jack had Alzheimer's disease and accused loudly: "He did it first! He hit me first, you..."

"This is not the Boy Scouts! I have no interest in who of you is right or wrong!" Jack impatiently interrupted his nonsense: "Go! Your blood is dripping on my floor!"

There is no right or wrong in the FBI, only strength. If Stasiak had been smarter and caught that bastard named Barak early, he would not have to take the risk of reinstating O'Connor.

In the end, that idiot only lost a newly developed female undercover agent.

"O'Connor." After all the spectators had dispersed, Jack approached: "Do you know the difference between police and criminals?"

"What?"

"Subjective judgment," Jack reminded O'Connor again that he had the power of life and death in his own hands: "Be good, kid."

…

At the same time, in Chinatown, Los Angeles, Ron took Gizelle to a Chinese restaurant in an alley.

Calling it a restaurant is a bit exaggerated. This shop can accommodate a total of eight dining tables, which can accommodate up to 32 people to eat together. The owner is a recent immigrant from China, and he has brought a new kind of food to this gourmet desert. It is the most popular restaurant in this area recently.

However, the booming business is limited to the newly arrived Chinese immigrants. Even the older generation of immigrants will pass by the store like other Americans because of the smell in the store.

That’s right, the food this store specializes in is snail noodles that even many Chinese people are jealous of!

But what Ron never expected was that when Gizelle tried to put the pickled bamboo shoots into her mouth with a disgusted expression under his deception, it immediately turned into an expression of great enjoyment.

He started to use unskilled chopsticks to slurp the noodles in big mouthfuls. Ron was stunned by this scene: "What do you think of the taste?"

Gizelle, whose tongue was burnt by the juice, took a big gulp of water, and then gave a thumbs up with a satisfied look: "This tastes really great, I didn't expect that there is such food in the Eastern world.

To be honest, when I first smelled it, I thought you were playing tricks on me. It smelled like shit, but I didn't expect it to taste like this... What did you say in Chinese? "

"I can't stop." Ron covered his face, the trick failed. Unexpectedly, Gizelle turned out to be a foodie and gained a lot of experience.

Gizelle's eyes lit up: "Yes, that's the word!"

"Okay." After the trick failed, Ron didn't feel too frustrated. He turned his attention to another bowl that had not been touched from beginning to end: "Toretto, do you think I didn't lie to you? Ji Zell said it's really delicious, do you really not want to eat some?

You must be hungry after floating on a stowaway boat for so long, right? "

"No! Since I was caught by you last time, I have sworn not to eat any food you gave me! Don't even think about it this time!" Toretto frowned: "This thing tastes like it was cooked with shit. Same!"

Under Toretto's surprised gaze, Ron took a sip of the soup contentedly: "I told you at that time that Chinese food is extensive and profound, so don't be deceived by their appearance.

The liquid that looks like mineral water may be snake water that you don’t want to remember in your dreams, and the tofu that smells like shit may be the most delicious food you have ever seen in your life. "

"No matter what you say, I won't try!" Toretto crossed his arms: "Is Leti's information accurate? Is there really nothing wrong with her?"

"Really." Ron put down the big bowl: "I'm very sure that she has come out of the hospital and was taken away by a group of terrorists hiding behind Barak. It's just that I haven't figured out the specific whereabouts yet. Give it to me again. Give the intelligence agent some time, I believe he can handle it."

Ron placed several photos of Leti on the table that were captured by hospital surveillance cameras, but Toretto pushed them over. Peggy found them by hacking into the hospital system.

However, due to the fact that smartphones are not yet developed in this era, and there are very few cameras on the streets, Peggy cannot locate the group of terrorists through hacking methods.

There was no other way, so Ron could only tell Torretoletti the news about her safety. As for how to find her?

Either wait until the iPhone 4 is launched, ushering in the era of comprehensive intelligence, and let Peggy make a software like the one in Fast and Furious 7 that can hack into all mobile phones and public cameras.

Otherwise, we can only wait until the plot of Fast and Furious 6 begins, and then bring Letty back while cleaning up the terrorists.

Of course, he has a third way, which is to contact the fat man named Holmes in London, the brother of the foul-mouthed Mr. Sherlock, who is a high-ranking member of the British intelligence agency.

If Ron remembers correctly, the mustached terrorist seems to have a deep connection with the British government, and the Great Empire is indeed the world's number one troublemaker.

But it’s the price you pay~

Who knows what price that Mr. Holmes would offer.

"But I told you in advance, she has lost her memory and doesn't remember who we are at all." Ron reminded.

Toretto's eyes were firm: "It doesn't matter. As long as I can get her back, I will definitely find a way to restore her. Family will always be family."

"Yes, that's right," Ron nodded: "But before that, we have to get Letty's debt back."