The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 123 CIA Conditions

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

"The CIA arrested me? Who are you? Believe it or not, your BOSS Anonymous dare not 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 here!" Frightened by Ron's aura, the woman took a step back in fright, continued to point the gun at Ron, and yelled sternly, "One more step forward and I'll shoot."

"Shoot?" Ron smiled, and in the eyes of the female agent, he was extremely horrified: "You can try it, don't look at you pointing a gun at me now, but I guarantee that before you shoot, I will hit you first Believe it or not? Or do you want to see your own brains?"

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 corpses on the ground, what he said was true!
"I..." The female agent had just uttered a word when she slammed into the wall with a thump on her back. gun.

"Is the quality of the CIA at this level?" Ron shook his head and sighed, "Do you have any other bits and pieces on your body? Don't force me to search you."

"No more." The female agent turned her pocket upside down and showed it to Ron: "Thank you for your gentlemanly behavior."

"You're welcome, mainly because you are too ugly." Ron shrugged indifferently, and the female agent was so angry that he almost broke her defense.

Wait for me, or I won't be able to beat you, and I will show you how powerful the CIA's torture methods are!
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 curled his lips: "Your CIA is really the worst I've ever seen.

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

"Smoke alarm?" The female agent asked confusedly while dialing the number: "Why did your brother order the smoke alarm? Could it be a mistake? Our CIA doesn't have that much free time?"

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

"Hello, who is it?" The nameless old voice came from the receiver, and the female agent handed the phone to Ron with a wink, but Ron shook his head and pressed the voice to play.

"Your men are in my hands." Ron nodded the female agent's head with a gun: "What's your name?"

"Harris."

"Yes, Harris, now I have the life of one of your subordinates in my hand, and the key to the weapon you are looking for. Can you make 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 secret key and the phone to my poor subordinate?"

"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. You must give me as much as you give Hobbs!"

It's a good idea to talk to Hobbs directly to Anonymous without having to make a difference in the morning.

"The condition I gave Hobbs was to grant an additional CIA position, which can mobilize some military resources in a small area. Do you want to become my subordinate like him?"

The old man chuckled and said with a smile.

"It turns out that you already knew about Hobbs. I said, why did Hobbs keep emphasizing that no casualties could be caused? So you are acting? You really are an old fox."

"It's better to say that I'm a good hunter than a fox. I just tried to find out the traitor, and it turned out very successful, didn't I?" The old man smiled, his tone revealing a confidence that everything was under control.

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

"It just so happens that I plan to change my car recently. What do you think about getting an M1A2 from the army? By the way, reimburse me for all future gas costs. It must be very cool to drive him out to collect taxes in the future."

"No, it's absolutely impossible," the old man resolutely refused: "Even if I promised you, Mr. Francis would not allow you to drive it around the city, which would cause panic among the citizens."

"Stingy old man, how about changing it to the head office in cash? I heard that this thing can be exchanged for 1000 million US dollars on the black market, how about giving me a 500 million bonus?" Ron Lion opened his mouth.

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

"Tch, don't think I don't know, you spent more than this amount on transporting goats to Afghanistan, and I haven't counted the villas you built there with you..."

"Ahem..." The old man interrupted awkwardly with a burst of coughing: "That's not a villa, it's just a slightly more luxurious residence built for local investment, why don't we talk about the 500 million issue?

This price is too high, how about I give you a bonus of 100 million, and the money is now reimbursed for the loss of materials on your site, that is to say, the money does not need to pay taxes, and in addition, when you need it , I am willing to use the resources of the army to provide you with some necessary convenience. "

"You know, this item alone costs more than that." At the end, the old man still didn't forget to add: "It's impossible to give you a tank, but I can lend you a tank when you need it, not just a tank , other weapons are also fine.”

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

"150."

Ron had a grim expression: "Are you insulting me with money?"

"200."

"Thank you for the reward, big brother~" Ron immediately put on a smiling expression, and said affectionately: "What money is not money, talk about money hurts feelings, I help, purely for 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 loss report with an on-site appraisal result of 1000 million."

This old man is darker than me!
The female agent looked up. In the basement where the battle was fought just now, there were not a few cars shot. Is this worth 1000 million?

She asked her own question.

"Paper and pen." Ron stretched out his hand, and the female agent obediently offered it. Ron wrote a word on the paper, and pasted it on the body of the bullet, covering the original car logo.

"Now it's worth it."

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

(End of this chapter)