Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"You bastard! I'm arresting you now in the name of the CIA!" The woman became angry and turned the muzzle of the gun in Ron's direction, but Ron was not afraid at all.

"CIA arrested me? Who are you? Believe it or not, your boss, Anonymous, wouldn't dare to talk to me like this?" Ron took a step forward without fear of the woman's threat, as if the pistol she was holding was a toy. .

"What are you going to do? Don't come over!" The woman was intimidated by Ron's momentum and took a step back. She continued to point the gun at Ron and yelled inwardly: "If you take one more step forward, I will shoot."

"Shoot?" Ron smiled solemnly, which was particularly scary in the eyes of the female agent: "You can try, don't look at you pointing a gun at me now, but I guarantee that I can hit you first before you shoot. Believe it or not? Or do you want to see your own brain?"

Ron continued to stride forward, completely ignoring the female agent's gun, and the female agent stepped back step by step in fear.

Because judging from the bodies on the ground, what he said was true!

"I..." As soon as the female agent said one word, her back hit the wall with a thud. Unknowingly, she was forced into the corner, and Ron took advantage of his stunned moment to quickly snatch her hand away. gun.

"Sure enough, is the quality of the CIA now at this level?" Ron shook his head and sighed: "Take out any other bits and pieces on you. Don't force me to search you."

"No more." The female agent turned her pockets inside out and showed it to Ron: "Thank you for your gentlemanly behavior."

"You're welcome, it's mainly because you're too ugly." Ron shrugged indifferently, and the female agent was so angry at his words that she almost broke her guard.

Wait for me, otherwise I can't beat you, and I have to show you the power of the CIA's torture methods!

Unexpectedly, Ron suddenly handed over his mobile phone: "Call Anonymous and tell Ron to look for him."

"How do you know about Anonymous?! Who are you?" The female agent finally realized that this person really knew her superior!

"You don't know who you're dealing with by now, do you?" Ron pouted: "This CIA class of yours is really the worst class I have ever seen.

It's not like when I was a kid, my brother ordered a few smoke alarms and you immediately came to his door. Look now, if the weapon key is lost, you have to rely on outsiders to find it. It's really rubbish. "

"Smoke alarm?" The female agent asked in confusion while dialing the number: "Why did your brother order a smoke alarm? Is it possible that there was a mistake? We at the CIA don't have that much time?"

"Maybe it's because the model he ordered contained the radioactive element americium?" Ron spread his hands: "That kind kid just wanted to build a small nuclear power plant to generate electricity for the town. What's wrong with that?"

"Hello, who are you?" Anonymous old voice came from the receiver. The female agent handed the phone to Ron with a look, but Ron shook his head and pressed the sound button.

"I have your men in my hands," Ron nodded the female agent's head with his gun: "What's your name?"

"Harris."

"Yes, Harris, now I have the life of one of your men in my hands, as well as the weapon key you are looking for. Can you give me a price? Old man." Ron said in a vicious tone.

"Ron, this joke is not funny. Thank you for your contribution to the country. Can you please return the key and mobile phone to my poor men now?"

"Tch, it's really boring, but let me tell you, old man, this matter can't be settled like this. You must give me a reward. How much you give Hobbes, you must give me!"

After talking to Hobbes, it was a good idea to talk directly to Anonymous without having to make a profit from the morning business.

"The condition I gave Hobbes is to give him an additional CIA position, which will allow him to mobilize some military resources on a small scale. Do you want to become my subordinate like him?"

The old man chuckled and said with a smile.

"It turns out you already knew about Hobbes. Let me tell you, why did Hobbes insist on not causing casualties? So you are acting? You are indeed an old fox."

"Rather than a fox, I'm a good hunter. I just tried to find a way to catch the traitor, and it turned out to be very successful, wasn't it?" The old man smiled, his tone revealing a sense of confidence that he had everything under control.

"I'm not interested in your CIA affairs, and I don't plan to be your subordinate. How about we talk about cashing in my work?" Ron changed the topic that he was more interested in.

"I happen to be planning to change my car recently. What do you think about getting an M1A2 from the Army? By the way, you can reimburse me for all the gas money I will have in the future. It will definitely be cool to drive it out to collect taxes in the future."

"No, this is absolutely impossible," the old man refused decisively: "Even if I agree to it, Mr. Francis will not agree to you driving it around the city. This will cause panic among the citizens."

"Stingy old man, why don't you change it to cash? I heard that this thing can be exchanged for 10 million US dollars on the black market. How about giving me a 5 million bonus?" Ron Lion opened his mouth.

"Impossible," the old man said righteously: "Our funds all come from the military allocation of the Ministry of Finance. It is impossible to give out so many bonuses for this kind of thing."

"Tch, don't think I don't know. It cost you more than this to transport goats to Afghanistan. I haven't even counted the villas you built there..."

"Ahem..." The old man interrupted with a cough in embarrassment: "That's not a villa, it's just a slightly more luxurious residence built to attract investment in the local area. Why don't we continue to talk about the five million issue?

This price is too high. How about I give you a bonus of 1 million, and the money will be reimbursed for the loss of materials on your site. In other words, this money will not be taxed. In addition, when you need it, , I am willing to use military resources to provide you with some necessary conveniences. "

"You know, this item alone will cost more than this amount." At the end, the old man did not forget to add: "It is impossible to give you the tank, but I can lend it to you when needed, not just the tank , other weapons are also acceptable.”

"No need to pay taxes?" Ron sneered: "Who do you think I am?!"

"1.5 million."

Ron's expression was ferocious: "Are you using money to insult me?"

"Two million."

"Thank you for the reward, boss~" Ron immediately put on a smiling expression and said affectionately: "It's not about money. Talking about money hurts feelings. I help purely because of the friendship between us... …When will the money arrive?”

"Tomorrow at noon, I will ask my assistant to give you a check, but you have to sign a damage report with an on-site appraisal result of 10 million."

This old man is darker than me!

The female agent looked up and looked around. In the basement where the battle had just taken place, only a few cars had been shot. Is this worth ten million?

She asked her question.

"Paper and pen." Ron stretched out his hand, and the female agent obediently handed it to him. Ron wrote a word on the paper and stuck it on the body of the car that was shot, covering up the original logo.

"Now it's worth it."

On the paper, Ron wrote in ugly handwriting: Bugatti.