Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"Hey Ron, I have a case on hand that you might be interested in."

Early the next morning, Ron was driving Collins to the paintball range when Hobbs called like an uninvited guest.

"No, I'm not interested because today is the weekend. You'd better make an appointment with my secretary for this kind of thing next time."

"Your secretary? Are you talking about that bad old man named Andy, or Fiona's long-legged beauty?"

"Ahem..." Ron coughed and blurred the name Hobbes read: "Of course I'm talking about Andy, but you'd better contact him during the working day. It's not like I want to exploit employees even on weekends. of labor force.”

"Okay," Hobbs made a surrender gesture over the phone: "To be honest, this is a case about German terrorists. Heinrich, you may have heard of him. He is trying to get help through some arms dealer channels. Buy something unusual and big.

For example, the nuclear warheads lost during the former Soviet Union. "

Ron's expression finally became serious and he turned down the volume in the car: "I remember him. Calling him a terrorist is a bit exaggerated. He is at most a German gangster. But if I remember correctly, he should have been taken care of by the CIA last week. That’s right.”

"No, the CIA let him escape again in that operation. You will never guess who it was that let him escape. You know it." When mentioning this operation, Hobbs sounded a little helpless.

"CIA, I also know the people who will participate in the confidentiality level 5 operation..." Ron pondered for a moment: "It can't be the gay pair Tucker and FDR, right? I remember we were in the training camp in Kentucky. Trained them."

When Ron thought about this experience, he was so embarrassed that he wanted to dig into the ground and crawl in. Those two guys could be said to be the two worst students he had ever trained.

All tactical actions are aimed at looking cool, regardless of the actual combat effect. It is not surprising for such a pair to mess up any mission.

"Well, I can only wish their superior good luck." Ron prayed silently for the unlucky man he didn't know.

Of course, Ron's poor evaluation also depends on who he is compared to. He always likes to compare himself with others, but that pair of partners are definitely at a good level for ordinary agents.

"Thank you~" Hobbes touched the bald head of his head depressedly.

"What? No way? Are you the unlucky Shangguan? Haha~" Ron laughed so hard that tears came out.

"You know, I have some connections with the CIA. I help them lead a special operations team. Those two guys are my new team members. They have been in Los Angeles for a while."

"Well, I can call you out for a drink if you have the chance, but not now. I'm going to enjoy my weekend. Goodbye."

With that said, Ron turned off the phone, because the paintball range was already in front of him.

"Ron," Collins suddenly stopped Ron in his tracks and said very sensibly: "If you have something to do, you don't need to worry about me. I'll just go play with your friends alone..."

"No need," Ron rubbed Collins's little head like Missy: "I said, today is the weekend, unless there are special circumstances, I will never work overtime."

Because of her very thoughtful little gesture, Ron unknowingly liked Collins a little more, but not as a lover, but as a little sister, just like Missy.

In the distance, Howard and his gang had already changed their equipment and were greeting him. Ron waved: "Don't worry, I said we will be together today. In fact, because I have been too busy at work recently, I also want to have a good rest." one time."

Ron suddenly took Collins's hand and kissed it gently, a standard knight kiss on the hand: "So, can you ask the beautiful Collins to relax with me today?"

"Of course." Collins laughed in surprise, and immediately covered his mouth very reservedly.

"Ron, you're late!" Sheldon looked at his watch dissatisfied and complained: "Because of you, we lost 6 minutes of the tactical meeting.

So I suggest that we should first discuss how to make up for the lost 6 minutes, whether to cut down on eating time, toilet time or game time?

We have to fight all day today! This is going to be a tough battle, and I want you to take it seriously, Private Ron. "

As he spoke, Sheldon shook his shoulders proudly, and Ron noticed that this idiot had somehow sewn epaulettes with military rank on his uniform.

"So, you think you are a captain because you have two stripes on your shoulders?" Ron laughed bitterly at Sheldon's retarded behavior: "Now I really wonder if you are a lunatic."

"I'm not!" Sheldon pouted dissatisfiedly like a child: "Mom took me to see a doctor, and the doctor said I'm not crazy!"

"But after showing it to you, the doctor went crazy."

Seeing that the two brothers were trying to stop the fight, Leonard quickly came out to smooth things over: "It's time for the pre-war meeting. We need to decide on a strategy now."

"How about Hammer of God?" Rajesh said while sipping his beer.

"Are you sure you want to start drinking so early in the morning?"

"Captain" Sheldon aimed his fire at Rajesh again. Ron could guarantee that if there was such a commander in the army, he would be killed from behind as soon as he entered the battlefield.

"Hi~" Rajesh took another sip of wine and said for himself: "What can I do? It's all because these two beauties are so beautiful."

"Oh, thank you~Rajesh, you are so good at talking." Penny accepted Rajesh's praise as a matter of course and gave him a hug.

"It doesn't matter. Rajesh is an Indian anyway. Whether he drinks or not doesn't matter much." Ron spread his hands: "As long as he doesn't run out and surrender first, it will be considered a victory."

"Hey! What you said is so hurtful." Rajesh shouted dissatisfied: "We are the third most powerful military country in the world!"

"Really?" Ron smiled playfully: "Are you talking about the world's third-largest military power with 40,000 people chasing 300,000 people all over the place? Or the third-largest military power that turned the war of aggression into the Patriotic War? A strong country?”

Rajesh's eyes widened and he opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say: "Ah... this... seems... possible..."

Ron decided to give him the final fatal blow: "It's the third largest military power that captured more than a hundred people from the cooking squad."

"Let's continue discussing tactics," Rajesh quickly changed the subject: "How about using Mjolnir? We will ambush next to the toilet and ambush everyone who comes to pee."