The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 133 Flight Competition
"Now, start to act!" Hobbs gave an order, and the men who were professional mercenaries began to unload the equipment one by one in an orderly manner.

"Detective Hobbs, I am the police chief of Rio de Janeiro." The local police chief warmly greeted him: "I am deeply sorry for the death of your personnel. Is it necessary to go to war for these two people?"

The sound of a heavy off-road vehicle getting off the plane behind him startled him.

"Let me tell you what these two people are capable of." Hobbs didn't think of slowing down for him at all, and said as he walked, "One of them is a former FBI agent who has been undercover for five years. Well planned."

"The other is a professional repeat offender who has escaped prison twice and spent most of his life evading the police."

The police chief trotted all the way, panting a little: "Well, if there is anything I can help..."

"There are only two things. First, I need a translator."

"No problem, we have a lot of..."

Hobbs seemingly casually pulled out a piece of information from the folder and handed it over: "Elena Neves, a patrolman. That's her, just do it."

"Why her? We have a lot of good, well-trained officers."

"I like her smile." Hobbs gave a thoughtful but seemingly nonsensical answer.

In fact, on the plane that arrived, he had already gone through all the information and came to the conclusion that Barak’s gang must have had deep collusion with the police station. He can guarantee that the police station will not say everything, but at least one Most of them have received black money from Barack!
That's why he took such a cold attitude to deal with the chief of the local police station.

And the only person who could stand with him was the police officer whose name he had just given. Her husband had just been shot to death by a drug gang last month, and she had a sworn feud with Barack.

No matter what your ability is, at least you won't betray.

"Okay," the police chief compromised, "what's the second thing?"

Hobbs, who had already walked to the side of the car, turned around coldly: "Don't f---ing hinder my work."

Hobbs was willing to use an "F" word, although he knew it would not help, but he just couldn't say it.

On the other side, the three of Toretto have already disassembled that beautiful sports car into parts.

the next day.

Ron did not continue to lead everyone to fish collectively in the office as usual, but found an open area not far from the office and brought everyone there.

Including Little Carl, who was dressed in a cleaner's costume, and he was talking to Arthur triumphantly. Judging from Arthur's expression, Carl's topic made him unhappy.

Not long after walking on the grass, Andy was already sweating profusely: "Boss, if you plan to take everyone out for a walk today, I suggest that you walk at a slower pace, so that I, an old man, can keep up. .”

"Don't put yourself in the ranks of the elderly, Andy, you're only over 50." Ron slapped Andy almost to the ground: "Besides, I also said that you don't need to come out."

"So, what are we going to do here with this pile of things? How far do we have to go?" Hank dropped the things on his shoulders to the ground, panting heavily.

"It's all right here," Ron estimated the distance, picked up the metal ring with a bracket that was thrown on the ground, and inserted it directly on the ground: "Now, insert these iron rings on the ground according to the shape marked on my picture .”

"Today I want to recruit a new member, but I plan to play something different. I sent an email yesterday and invited a bunch of people to come over for an interview. They will drive my drone and go through these hoops one by one according to the serial number. Pass through, and you will be the judges in a while, and help me find the one who flies the fastest."

Arthur complained while working: "What's the point? Is it just being idle and boring?"

"No, it's just that I found that if my team can have a full-time control drone to help us investigate from a better perspective, or cooperate in combat, it will make everything easier."

"Boss, can I participate?" Karl raised his hands excitedly.

"No, no, no," Ron touched Carl's crew cut head: "You are just a child, and California law clearly prohibits the use of child labor."

"But he is already your cleaner." Arthur complained sharply.

Carl continued to look at him helplessly, and Ron shrugged helplessly: "It's different. The cleaner's job is more like mowing the neighbor's lawn. It's just a way for children to earn pocket money, but my helplessness The human-machine pilot is different, he wants to work hard with people."

"Desperately?" The fire of interest in Carl's eyes burned even brighter: "Is it really that exciting?"

Thinking of the experience of participating in the action last time, it seems that there is really one! 0
"I want to participate too! If you don't let me participate, I'll steal another plane while you're not paying attention," Carl began to rack his brains: "Ah no! I'll make a hole in the XX prepared by my sister and let you... ..."

Smelling the smell of BOSS gossip, all the staff put down their work, with an expression of watching the show, Ron quickly covered Carl's big mouth: "Okay, as long as Fiona agrees to your participation, I will allow it."

"YES!" Carl jumped up excitedly.

Sure enough, after hearing that she was doing something for Ron, Fiona agreed without asking about the job. Ron had no choice but to pinch his nose and admit it.

On the grass in the park, the number of people gradually increased, and pale otakus wearing thick glasses began to gather around Ron.

"Boss, are you really going to recruit an agent from this group of nerds to carry out missions with us?" Hank looked at the otaku who came to apply for the job, with a disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth.

"I suspect they pee their pants before they go to war. If you don't want to carry a few extra diapers every time, I think it's better to be a little Karl, although I don't want children to participate in this work. middle."

"No, I think they're perfectly fine," Ron objected, "Don't ask them to be soldiers, and you'll only feel that none of them are good enough."

"If you don't use the standard of a soldier, what standard should you use?"

"Of course it's the player's standard." The corner of Ron's mouth curved into a beautiful arc: "Flying a drone to work on the battlefield is like playing a game, so as long as the game is played well, I think it is enough for this job .”

These people are all experts recruited by Ron from the flight shooting game forum, and Ron has full confidence in them.

(End of this chapter)