The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 105 Gizel

The relationship between Ron and Uncle Fried Chicken is delicate.

On the surface, the two were rivals, and Ron also took away a large part of the tax money from Uncle Fried Chicken. It stands to reason that with Uncle Fried Chicken's vicious temperament, he suffered such a big loss, and it would be a shame to kill Ron's family. light.

But he did not do this, and decisively confessed in front of Ron. This may seem unbelievable to outsiders, but it is easy to understand from Ron.

Almost everyone involved in intelligence knows that the CIA has been infiltrating intelligence into other countries through drug dealers, and Uncle Fried Chicken is the best among the tentacles of the CIA.

When Ron visited, he directly revealed his identity, and afterwards, he told Francis about his behavior. In fact, he sent a message to the CIA through him. They knew each other well, so Ron didn't have to worry about revenge from Uncle Fried Chicken.

Furthermore, even if Uncle Fried Chicken was really out of his mind and planned to fight Ron to the death, he was actually not afraid, not to mention that Uncle Fried Chicken's main force was in California, and he didn't mention how tough the people of Texas are.

Forrest Gump, who lives next door to Ron's house, is not a character that those gang bums can handle, let alone the dozen or so comrades who live with him who were brought back from the battlefield by him.

Each of these combat elites has good combat effectiveness, and they are the real elite troops of the United States, and they all think that they owe A-Gump their lives.

And Forrest Gump is Ron's brother-in-law, which means that the Cooper family has more than a dozen elite soldiers protecting it. What kind of security level is this?Even important government officials probably don't have this kind of treatment, do they?
Therefore, Ron was not at all worried that Uncle Fried Chicken or any other force would use his family as a bargaining chip to threaten him.

The corners of Uncle Fried Chicken's mouth twitched, even though what he was thinking in his mind was to tell his subordinates to kill the bastard with a submachine gun, but there was still a smile on his face: "You know, although they are all drugs, but my side mainly uses methamphetamine. , and those people mainly focus on heroin, what we do is actually not a business, so we don’t have much contact with each other.”

"But," Uncle Fried Chicken added before Ron got angry: "I vaguely heard that someone recently delivered goods from Mexico to this side through the mine in the south.

Because the road inside the mine is very difficult to walk, I have been recruiting drivers from the drag racers in Los Angeles. Maybe you can try to sneak in as a driver. It just so happens that I have a friend who works for Barack. Maybe she can help you. into those riders. "

"She?" Ron keenly grasped the word "she". As far as he knew, the subordinates of drug dealers are generally mainly male members. Unexpectedly, Uncle Fried Chicken also has such outstanding female members in his hands. Ron felt a little Incredible.

"You also have a particularly good undercover female undercover, which sounds incredible."

"No, I think you misunderstood." Uncle Fried Chicken pushed his glasses and extended a hand to Ron: "She is the person above, and she can temporarily authorize you to use it, on the condition that she will not bother me in the future." business.

Of course, I will pay the tax. If you are not at ease, I can also ask you to send an accountant here. "

It sounds like the CIA wants to calm things down, which is not surprising. Recently, politicians have been sending inquiries to the CIA, which belongs to the Pentagon, for unknown purposes of funds. The CIA has been overwhelmed.

At this time, they don't want the Francis faction, which has a great right to speak, to jump out to make trouble again, so this can be understood as a means of showing favor to the Francis faction.

Moreover, if Ron's goal is Rabac, on the other hand, he is also helping Uncle Fried Chicken clean up his competitors. It can be regarded as working for the CIA for free. They are too happy to be happy, so how can it be embarrassing.

"Deal." Feeling that there was no pitfall in this cooperation, Ron readily slapped Uncle Fried Chicken hard on the palm.

"Giselle, you can come out now." Uncle Fried Chicken yelled at the cash register, turned around and walked out the door, handing over the space in the room to Ron. From the kitchen at the back, a beautiful woman in a tight leather jacket walked out, with a pair of slender long hair. Legs were dear to Ron.

"CIA agent, Gizer is reporting to you, sir." The beauty saluted Ron heroically.

Ron nodded in satisfaction, but his heart was overwhelmed: Oh my god, it's really Gal Gadot.

Yes, that's right, Uncle Fried Chicken called the female agent who had helped Toretto in Fast and Furious 4. Ron had always thought that Giselle herself was a member of the drug cartel, but unexpectedly it was CIA people.

The CIA is really pervasive.

"Tsk tsk~ I don't mean to be sexist. With your figure, it's a pity not to be a model but to be an agent instead." Ron admired sincerely, but unexpectedly, it aroused Giselle's displeasure.

Giselle frowned slightly, and then immediately stretched it out, and let Ron look around with presumptuous eyes: "With all due respect, it's a pity that you don't go to a nightclub to be a duck with a figure like your boss."

"Again there is no sexist intent."

"Well, I was offended." Ron rubbed his forehead awkwardly: "I just didn't expect to meet such an outstanding woman like you in the secret service industry. I always think that a woman like you is more suitable to appear in Hollywood." , to act in the film made out of our story, rather than directly becoming a character in the story."

"Oh~" Gizer put away his slightly hostile eyes and asked with interest: "Then what kind of character do you think I would be if I appeared in the movie? An agent like now?"

"Or a superhero who wears armor not much larger than the swimsuit coverage, like Wonder Woman, a heroine with a small whip in one hand and a sword in the other." Ron made a gesture of whipping.

"That's the Lasso of Mantra and the Vulcan Sword." Geezer smiled slightly.

"You also like to read comics? I have a younger brother who likes superhero comics very much. Maybe you can have a better chat."

"No," Giselle shook his head: "I just learned that being able to cut into other people's topics at any time is a compulsory course for every agent, don't tell me you didn't learn this in school, I don't want to have an unreliable Commander, your appearance makes me doubt whether you can sneak into Barak's drug cartel."

"Sorry, I'm an agent who became a half-way monk and graduated from the Chinese Department of Harvard, but who told you that I plan to sneak into the Barack Group? Shouldn't the plan be made by the chief?"

It was the first time Gizelle met such a difficult officer, and asked, "Then what's your plan?"

"I plan to go for supper first. It's too unhealthy to eat fried chicken at night. What do you think of Chinese food? I know a good Chinese restaurant, do you want to try it together?"

There was a mischievous smile on Ron's face. He was very curious about what the beautiful Gal Gadot would look like when he ate snail noodles. It must be wonderful~

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