Daily life of an American TV drama agent

The angels of Charlie Detective Agency followed Sabina's tracking signal all the way to the quarry. Ron, not only did not follow them, but he also took his men to eat the famous Turkish barbecue and take a Turkish bath, as if nothing happened. Same, playing until night.

"BOSS, does it really matter if we don't have to help?" In the Turkish bath, Hank asked anxiously: "If they finish it before us, will it affect the distribution of the prototype?"

Hank and Arthur, as Ron's earliest subordinates, can be said to be Ron's right-hand men.

"Of course it will have an impact, but it doesn't matter. According to our current cooperative relationship with Charlie Detective Agency, if they succeed, we will be assigned at least one prototype machine anyway, which is enough for our little scientists. Well, as for the ownership of Elena, I think it doesn’t matter at all.”

"Let's not talk about the natural ability of women. She is inherently more willing to stand with female compatriots. Even if I absorb her into my scientific research team, it will be of no use. She is just an engineer responsible for system development. To put it simply, He is just a programmer. Those of you who have been dealing with gunfire may not know that this has no effect on equipment research and development."

Well, senior programmers are of course useful and valuable, but Ron already has them on hand, such as Peggy and Finch. Although these two are not considered members of the IRS establishment, Finch is only a full programmer. relationship, but Ron often outsourced the programming work that Sheldon and the others couldn't handle to them.

Especially Peggy, she handled almost all the control programs of Ron's power mecha by herself.

"Besides, I don't think it will be smooth sailing for them," Ron glanced at the darkening sky, with a playful smile on his lips: "Their mole knows almost everything about her actions. There is something in "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu. As the saying goes, 'Know the enemy and fight every battle without slacking off'. I don't think they can still win after losing their intelligence advantage."

On Ron's cell phone, a red dot representing old man Bosley was approaching the hotel where Charlie Detective Agency was staying temporarily, and that place was not far from the Turkish bath where Ron and the others took a bath, and then...

"boom!"

There was a huge explosion next door, and even the water in the hammam shook violently.

"Okay, now, it's time for us to take action, guys, put on your clothes and go~" After saying that, Ron was the first to wrap up his bathrobe and walked out, followed closely by Hank and Arthur.

If the wind from walking hadn't lifted the bathrobe, revealing the hairy thighs and chest underneath, the aura would have been quite majestic.

The outer walls of the hotel where the angels stayed had been blown into ruins by bombs. In the ruins, Jane fainted in Sabina's arms and did not know whether she was alive or dead. Even the old woman code-named Bosley was lying outside the hotel not far away, struggling. Sit up.

"Looks like you need help, girls~" Ron held out his hand to Sabina.

Sabina helplessly put Jane into Ron's arms, "Ron, John took Elena away. Jane was seriously injured to protect me. I really don't know what to do now."

"It doesn't matter, leave everything to me." Ron was about to hand Jane to his subordinates behind him, but Hank and Arthur were so frightened that they took a step back at the same time. Ron curled his lips disdainfully: "Two old men who are afraid of their wives~"

There was no other way, so Ron could only carry Jane to the car and let the other two angels get in. The car started and drove directly to an old warehouse in the suburbs.

Sabina looked at the dark warehouse and wondered: "What did you bring us here for?"

"You know, I have an official political background in the United States, and you attacked Fleming in front of the prince today. No matter what you think, in the eyes of outsiders, I have been bound to you, so in order to avoid trouble , neither our own weapons nor your weapons can be used now, unless you want to spend some time in a CIA prison."

Ron turned on the light helplessly, and the warehouse was suddenly brightly lit. Next to a few piles of steel pipes scattered on the ground, there was a huge reactor and several large tanks.

"Then what is this? Are you going to let us use steel pipes to fight John's men with guns?" Jane frowned. She had already woken up on the way here.

"No, of course, if you have any special hobbies, just pretend I didn't tell you," Ron waved to Arthur Hank and poured the salt water into the reactor first: "Remember how we did it before? Let’s start now, first put in 25 kilograms of sugar.”

Hank poured in the weighed sugar, and Arthur immediately stirred it until the sugar was semi-dissolved.

"What are you doing?" Sabina asked in confusion as she watched Ron and the others' operations.

"Then, add 65 kilograms of potassium fertilizer," Ron ordered before turning back: "By the way, potash fertilizer is usually potassium nitrate. In addition to being used as fertilizer, it has many other uses, such as making fireworks, for celebrations How about I plan to celebrate with some big firecrackers when I meet you again?"

"You are so kind~" Sabina offered a sweet kiss, but the other two angels looked disbelieving and rolled their eyes.

Ron ignored them, but waited until Arthur had completely mixed the two things together, and then waved to Hank again: "Finally, here is the newly adjusted formula I recently adjusted. Hank, bring the aluminum powder. It’s that white jar, weigh ten kilograms for me and pour it in.”

As soon as Hank poured the aluminum powder in, a plume of white smoke immediately came out of the reactor. Ron glared at Arthur: "What are you waiting for? Stir it up quickly!"

As he said that, he also took a stirring stick and stirred vigorously. Immediately, the contents of the reactor turned into a ball of gray and warm mud.

Ron patted it with satisfaction and turned around to greet a few angels: "Now, help stuff these things into those tubes. We will make some more and try to fill all these tubes. If you move quickly, I promise The action can begin before the second dance of the party.”

The three angels picked up the tubes inexplicably, and then discovered that these tubes had been modified by Ron, and the front ends were filled with another kind of plasticine-like filling. Various small steel balls, Small things like nails, the experienced Bosley suddenly realized.

"This is V's rocket! You are V!"

"I'm not! I didn't! Don't talk nonsense! This is obviously Big Ivan!" Ron's conditioned reflex was to deny it three times: "There are many people in the world who use this kind of weapon, and I am just one of them. Why should I say that?" Am I him? Stop talking nonsense and work quickly. How about I let you set off the first firecracker later?"

Villa in the north of Istanbul, where Block Company’s internal press conference was held.

John sent Elena into a luxurious office: "Haven't you always wanted to talk to your boss face to face about Crystal's safety? You will get the opportunity soon."

Elena was rescued by John in the name of an angel at the scene of the explosion, but the further she followed John, the more suspicious she became.

First, when she asked where the other two angels were, John talked about him and avoided talking.

Then when she asked about her promotion, John changed the subject, but fortunately she was equally interested in the current topic.

"But now, Christo has been stolen, so I..."

Halfway through Elena's words, there was a knock on the door. John gave him a sign of silence and walked to open the door. However, what she didn't expect was that outside the door was the tattoo that had been chasing her. Male killer!

At this time, no matter how stupid Elena was, she knew that the "Bosley" in front of her was not the same kind of Bosley she knew.

The tattooed man handed over a box, which contained the missing Christo.

Elena shouted: "You betrayed them! You betrayed the angels!"

"Please, I no longer work for Cha Nian Detective Agency. I have retired." The tattooed man pushed Elena into the seat, and John placed Crystal in front of her: "Now I need you to tell me how to hack into the system. Then change his highest authority to mine."

"I will never touch it!" Elena turned her head and refused stubbornly.

"Haha, do you think you still have a choice? It's so cute. You don't expect angels to save you, do you? They have already been killed by me..."

"Boom! Boom!"

In the middle of John's words, suddenly two violent explosions came from the front of the villa, and even the office was shaken together.

Alina raised her head proudly: "No, you didn't kill them, they are here!"

But Elena made a small grammatical error here. She said them as "she" instead of "he".

On the road outside the villa, two pickup trucks with strange racks welded on the roof were running towards the villa. Sabena nuclear reduction station stood behind the pickup truck and stuffed two larger Ivan rockets modified with steel pipes into the villa. In the steel pipe, relight the fire.

"Whoosh!" Two rockets shot towards the villa quickly with long tail flames.

This time, one of the rockets just passed through the glass and detonated directly in the room of the villa. It was loaded with a large number of steel balls and broken iron nails and did not explode in a confined space. In an instant, the two people in the room were killed. Security personnel with guns blown to smithereens.

"It's so cool, I never knew missions could be done like this!" Sabina shouted excitedly, and Ron loaded a new Big Ivan into her rocket barrel.

"There's something even better, do you want to try it?"

The warhead that Ron had just installed for her was painted black, which was obviously different from the others.

"Of course." Sabina was already addicted to the game and pulled the trigger directly.

Ron quickly put on the headphones for himself and Sabina. Hank and Arthur, who were driving below, had already put them on without Ron having to tell them, but Jane and Bosley had no time to notify them.

In other words, Ron did it on purpose.

This time, as soon as the rockets flew into the villa, an astonishing piercing noise broke out, like ten thousand women with long nails scratching a blackboard together, instantly piercing the eardrums of the bodyguards.

The people in the room covered their bleeding ears and fell to the ground. In an instant, almost all the fighting power of John's men was destroyed.

Even in a luxurious office separated by several rooms and equipped with soundproof materials, his life was not easy. Although the noise did not pierce his eardrums, it made him feel as if something was buzzing in his ears. , even the direction was completely lost. I didn’t know where I was and which direction to go. It was also accompanied by strong nausea.

Of course, the tattooed man on the other side wasn't much better.

"Can we go in now?" Sabina asked outside the villa door.

"No, I don't know how you teach Charlie Detective Agency, but in my special operations team, all actions should be done with firepower rather than taking any risk."

"Jane, can you hear me?" Ron yelled at Jane who was rubbing her ears vigorously in another car. Although they were not in the center of the explosion, they were suddenly frightened by the oversized shock bomb without any preparation. All of a sudden, the taste didn't get any better.

Jane gave him an OK sign.

"It's okay. Now put on the black shock rockets and give them two more rounds~" Ron waved his hand with a smirk, and two special rockets like before pierced the night sky and fell into the villa.

This time, Ron specifically asked them to adjust the angle and drop the rocket directly into the yard behind the villa at a very high angle.

Bosley: "Is that okay now?"

"No, let's be a little safer and fire two more shots."

Two more rockets were fired into the air.

Bosley: "Is that okay now?"

"No, I think we should be more safe."

…

It wasn't until Ron fired six more rockets that Bosley finally stopped in front of Ron unbearably: "Stop! Stop! No more fighting! Anyone inside will be shocked to death! Elena Still in there.”

"Okay, let's stop here~" Ron put down the reloaded rocket launcher without hesitation: "Now, ladies, grab the weapons in your hands, let's start attacking the enemy now."

With that said, Ron took the lead and sneaked into the villa under the cover of night, but he was disappointed. No one in the whole villa could stand up.

Even the bodyguards composed of veterans specially hired by John were lying on the ground with bleeding ears and foaming at the mouth. They almost effortlessly found John, the tattooed man and the unconscious Ai in the luxurious office. Lina.

"We meet again, old bastard! This is what I owe you!" Bosley kicked John in the middle of his legs and crushed him with the heel of his high heel, which made the three men present feel pain in their balls.

Jane followed suit and kicked the tattooed man hard in the middle of his legs.

"BOSS, why do these angels like kicking their crotches so much? The most despicable gangsters on the street rarely use this trick." Hank puzzled.

"Because this is the most effective way for women to deal with men," Bosley replied coldly, throwing a box to Ron: "Here you go, Crystal is all in it."