Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Chiliuchiliu~

Kevin drank a large bowl of soup happily and sighed sincerely: "It smells so delicious~ Is there any snake meat?"

"No, what do you think? I'll do it. Snake soup is definitely one of the most delicious foods in the world, especially suitable for a brain worker like you who talks about talk shows."

Ron followed the bad behavior in the game. After beating the airport guard and knocking him unconscious, Ron did not forget to search the airport warehouse. As a result, he actually found an electric picnic stove and some simple condiments.

After asking Hobbes to fly the plane more steadily, Ron spent more than two hours cooking a pot of snake soup at an altitude of more than a thousand feet to supplement the energy of the three of them.

"It's all your fault Bob! You ate too much!" Kevin pointed the finger at his classmate: "You almost ate half a snake by yourself!"

"Hey, it's not my fault. I haven't had it for a long time. Ron used to make it for us when we were training on the island. At that time, there were Barney, Christmas, Yin-Yang, Thor... I don't know what they are doing now. That’s it.”

Hobbes said with great nostalgia while flying the plane.

"I don't know about others, but what Barney said..." A look of disdain appeared on Ron's face: "I just saw him go boxing with a group of athletes under the pseudonym Rocky some time ago.

Damn it, isn’t this bullying an honest person? You don't even know how badly those boxers were bullied by him. The most ridiculous thing is that he actually pretends to be old and makes those little guys think that he has hope of winning. "

"It looks like he has a very active life in his spare time."

It was getting late, and the plane finally made an emergency landing on a grassy field outside Boston. Ron randomly grabbed a car and took them to the trading location indicated by the coordinates.

Boston Central Park.

"I don't understand. If the coordinates are correct, we are already there now." Kevin asked, looking at the empty square.

Hobbs glanced at his watch: "The transaction won't start until 30 minutes, so we're a little early."

"No!" Kevin objected: "Why should this kind of transaction be conducted in an open square? Why take risks? This doesn't make sense, man, damn it!"

"Congratulations, blind student, for discovering Huadian." Ron clapped his hands and applauded without sincerity.

Not only for Kevin's wit, but also for Hobbs' poor acting skills that deliberately act stupid in order to lead his friends.

"Wait!" Kevin looked around and had an idea: "The transaction is not conducted on the ground! It is underground. Look over there, there is an underground garage!"

Following the direction of Kevin's finger, there was an underground parking lot. Ron rolled his eyes at Hobbes: "How about it? After a long time of hard work, your little cutie finally found the correct answer. Can you start taking action now?"

"Good eyesight, Jet." Hobbes praised happily and began to make arrangements: "You stay here and continue to look out. The two of us will go down together. I will disguise myself as a black badger. Ron, you wait for the opportunity. .”

"No problem, but because of your behavior of letting me stay out in the cold wind for so long today, I have to solemnly tell you that my appearance fee has now increased!

When the thing is handed over to the CIA, I want two-thirds of the benefits. "

"Hey, you are so immoral. This is obviously my mission." Hobbes retorted dissatisfied.

"You did it yourself. You know I could have ignored you, or taken you back with them." Ron said in a tone that left no doubt: "Isn't it enough for you to be innocent?"

"All right."

"Hey! Hey! Hey! You can't leave me behind!" Feeling that he was being ignored, Kevin shouted dissatisfied: "I have to follow you. Do you know what the consequences will be if you leave me here? Someone will Die, and the one who dies is me.”

"No……"

"Then take him with you." As soon as Hobbs spoke, he was interrupted by Ron, who took out a gun from his body and handed it over: "But let me tell you, following us is not an absolutely safe plan. You can do it." Are you ready to kill or be killed at any time?"

"Gu~" Kevin swallowed hard, hesitated for a moment, and finally took the pistol handed to him by Ron.

"That's good~" Ron gestured OK to Hobbs, and then naturally took over the reins.

"The plan you just made was too stupid. There was no need for us to come forward. Now everything will go according to my plan." Ron dragged out two large long backpacks from the car.

"In these two backpacks are fire bazookas that I specially asked someone to get. I replaced the dry powder inside with a mixture of chili powder and quicklime, so I remember to put on the gas mask in the bag later."

"Hobbs and I were guarding the exit of the parking lot. After discovering the person doing the transaction, we surrounded the middle. After confirming the identity of the person doing the transaction, we took a photo to keep as evidence. Then we can open fire. Are there any other problems?"

"Yes," Kevin raised a small black hand: "What do I want to do?"

"Follow Hobbes, and try not to die." Ron smiled, showing his white teeth, which scared Kevin so much that he shrank back again.

…

Ten minutes later, a motorcade entered the underground garage from the entrance on the Hobbs side.

"There are five cars in total. There are about ten to twenty of them in Area C." Kevin crouched behind a car and nervously reported to Ron through his earphones: "Can we take action now?"

"Don't be nervous," Hobbes stroked his back: "These people are just buyers. The seller hasn't arrived yet. Our goal is to get the secret key back from the seller and prove my innocence. Have you set up the bug over there?"

"Okay, hell, even though I'm a black man, I haven't even fired a gun! This is the first time I was asked to kill someone with this guy..."

Kevin was still mumbling and complaining, but Hobbes' comforting hand suddenly froze.

He sees a man who should be dead: Phil. The partner who had died on the mission with him actually appeared in front of him alive.

"How's the situation over there? I saw the seller has arrived." Ron's questioning voice sounded in Hobbs' headset.

Hobbes growled unconvincingly: "Ron, you can't believe it, the black badger is actually Phil! I thought he was dead!"

"Is he from the CIA?"

"That's right."

"It's not surprising. He is definitely not the first person to cheat on the CIA. They may have been glorious for a while in the past when there was the KGB, but now it is just a nursing home that only sells drugs except for corruption. I don't know at all. I don’t doubt that this guy did this because he got too little money from the stolen goods.”

Hobbes collected his thoughts and put his eyes on the bazooka's sight again: "So what should we do now?"

"Of course...fire!"

Before he finished speaking, Ron couldn't wait to pull the trigger.