Daily life of an American TV drama agent

The corner of Anonymous's mouth twitched. Fortunately, he didn't have an attack on the spot. Go to the Pentagon to check the taxes? What a joke!

Well, it’s not like this has never happened before. Historically, the IRS has sent people to check the Pentagon’s military spending many times.

Of course, although it made people jump every time, in fact, no major problems were found every time. They could only struggle with small problems and then let it go.

But the IRS has indeed caused a lot of trouble for the Pentagon.

"It's related to national security. I think I have the right to ask anyone to join in. In fact, this order does not come from the Ministry of Defense, but from the National Security Agency." Anonymous took out an order and slapped it on Ron's desk.

The file's attribute name is NSA.

Ron, who had been whistling and cleaning his gun with a relaxed expression, suddenly had a headache.

NSA, the abbreviation of the National Security Agency of the United States, is the most mysterious intelligence agency in the United States. It is even so mysterious that many ordinary people do not know the existence of this agency.

Their own people often joke that their NSA abbreviation means "No Such Agency".

But in fact, no one dares to underestimate this department.

"Okay, what happened this time?" Ron reassembled the gun, put it back into the holster, and leaned back on the chair: "First of all, if this thing is too complicated, it may cause my PTSD symptoms again. , it’s definitely not my fault if I can’t serve the country.”

Ron opened the drawer and pulled out a medical certificate with his name on it. Ron's diagnosis was war sequelae, which he had prepared for a particularly troublesome mission.

Anyway, it's definitely not good for the NSA to come to your door, so Ron is taking a precaution in advance.

"Don't worry, it's not a waste of effort. I just need you to go to Berlin and bring something back from there." Seeing Ron's relaxed tone, a smile finally appeared on Anonymous's face.

"Because that thing is very sensitive and special, I will not give you any permission. All you need to do is sneak in anonymously and get the thing out..."

"That is to say, if I am caught by someone over there, you will completely disown me and declare it to be my personal behavior, right?" A golden light suddenly shot out of Ron's eyes. He was keen. captures the essence of this issue.

After his little trick was discovered, Wumingshi didn't have any embarrassed expression on his face: "Yes, it is like this, but if you can help us accomplish this, I can promise you..."

"Wait!" Ron interrupted his persuasion: "You mean this mission may involve fierce fighting, right?"

"Yes, so..."

"It's nothing, ah! I don't know why my head suddenly hurts!" Ron's expression was exaggerated, and he covered his head with exaggerated acting skills and shouted: "My post-traumatic stress disorder must have happened again! Sorry, I don't have it." There is a way to help you complete this task."

"Ron, we are already very familiar with each other, you must help me,"

Anonymous skillfully took out an encryption tablet from his assistant's bag and handed it to Ron: "Hobbs's intelligence is correct. The electromagnetic pulse weapon that disappeared in the Persian Gulf was brought to Berlin by arms dealers organized by the Liberation Front.

It can paralyze the entire power grid of a big city! There is no light, no electricity, and we instantly return to the Stone Age. Think about it, how much damage will this cause on the modern battlefield? "

"Hey, since this is Hobbes' information, why don't you send that big guy to handle this matter?" Ron spread his hands impatiently.

This kind of thing sounded very troublesome, and he didn't want to get involved at all. As the saying goes, a dead Taoist friend is not a dead Taoist, and Ron immediately couldn't find the best person to take the blame from the words of the Anonymous.

"You know this clearly. There is no way to judge Hobbs' ability alone. It requires a team, a strong enough team."

Anonymous stood up and glanced at the members outside the glass window of Ron's office one by one. The envy and admiration in his eyes could not be concealed.

If he had such a team, would he still need to ask Ron for help? Just leave it all to his right-hand man, Hobbes.

"Don't even think about it, those people are my subordinates!"

"But they're getting paid by the federal government."

"I don't care, they are my subordinates, so no one can move them around without my permission."

Ron also stood up from the desk and shouted protectively at the Nameless One. He knew he had to shed some blood today, otherwise the vampire would never let him go.

"How about we discuss it?"

"What's the discussion? Are you going to lend me your phone?"

"There is no need to discuss this matter, but we can talk about something else. Just now you said you need a team, right?"

Luo was thinking and pacing back and forth in the room.

He does have a very good target option in his mind, and that is Toretto and his group. Not only are they excellent in their own right, but they have also cooperated more or less with Hobbes in previous missions. I believe that if Hobbes leads the team If so, you will definitely be satisfied.

However, he was worried that this group of people would encounter other troubles. On the one hand, they were thieves and on the other hand, they were officials, but Ron had always regarded Toretto as his friend.

Before he traveled through time, the seventh installment of the Fast and Furious movie series had just been released. Judging from the ending of the story, it seemed to be a very complete story. There shouldn't be any more glitches, right?

Maybe this crisis is a story from some other unknown action movie made by Dwayne Johnson?

Ron thought hesitantly. According to the finale of Fast and Furious 7, he really couldn't imagine what would happen if there was another sequel?

We’ve already made Los Angeles look like that. If we shoot the prologue, we can’t drive into outer space, right?

Are you kidding me? The screenwriter is so imaginative that he will definitely be beaten to death by movie fans.

Thinking of this, Ron finally made up his mind: "I can help Hobbs contact Toretto. You have contacted them in Abu Dhabi before. They are all good at playing cars. I believe they can do it." Solve this task perfectly, but you must promise not to treat my friends as abandoners, and give them a large commission afterwards."

"Of course there is no problem~" Anonymous agreed readily, so readily that Ron even thought that the real purpose of his trip was to convince him to persuade Toretto to come out.

However, this thought flashed through his mind and was thrown out of Ron's mind. Instead, he took out his mobile phone and dialed the familiar number.