The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 137 Hank's Gift

"Everything is done!" The black mercenaries put down the jack, and the car they captured when they raided Toretto's foothold was finally put together by them.

"Check and see what they took away?" Hobbs ordered while cleaning the gun, and turned the key with his hands, and easily started the fire.

"Everything is fine, no problems."

Hobbs didn't raise his head: "Then continue to check."

"Boss, if any parts are missing, we will definitely find out." The subordinate complained impatiently.

Hobbs put down his gun, walked over with a frown, and first looked at the car left and right. On the surface, there was nothing wrong with it, and the fact that the car was able to ignite meant that there was no problem with the engine.

So, the problem can only be...

Hobbs opened the car door, and immediately noticed the on-board computer, which seemed out of place with the whole car. With a light press, the screen popped up.

"No chip detected."

Hobbs stared round his eyes, which was no problem.

The subordinates spread their hands: "Okay, they took the chip."

"Unexpected situation!" The subordinate who was checking the intelligence suddenly shouted: "A warehouse on Grand Street was robbed."

"Well, if that's what they did, it must have been the information from the chip that got them there." Hobbs shuddered.

The beautiful translator who had been sitting by the side without saying a word suddenly said, "They must have done it."

"Why are you so sure?"

"Because in Rio, no one is stupid enough to rob Barack."

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On the other side, Barack's men who were distributed throughout the city immediately began to collect money from various hiding places and collect money, and everything was as Ron expected.

The teammates wandering in those places immediately caught up with the vehicles carrying the banknotes, and all the vehicles were converging to one place, but this place was a bit unprepared.

"You said they were transferring the money centrally, but you would never believe where they hid the money." Seeing a car driving into the yard, Taiji reported to everyone through the walkie-talkie incredulously.

"I guess it's the police station?" Ron relied on his prophetic advantage to predict the future.

"That's right," Toretto said, taking the walkie-talkie. "Now we're probably going to have to reschedule."

"No, this is not a problem at all. You should investigate the internal structure of the police station first. Since the money is in the police station, then we can go and grab the money."

Ron said it as a matter of course, and Roman, who was on the bar with him, immediately refuted.

"Oh my God, are you crazy? It's not enough to rob the biggest local gang, you also want to rob the police station? What are you going to do next? Form anti-government armed forces and overthrow the state power?"

"Why not? It's just that there's no need to do that. The benefits and costs are not directly proportional. Only a CIA fool can come up with such a stupid way. Maybe I should recommend you to go to the CIA for an interview. With your intelligence, you will definitely pass."

Ron put the walkie-talkie aside and put the welding mask back down as he talked easily.

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There was a burst of sparks from the welding torch, and a steel pipe was welded to the gas tank. If Hobbs was here, he would be able to tell that this was the strange "cannonball" that Ron used to make smoke last time.

But this time, what's inside isn't something harmless like gas smoke, but high explosives.

This is another warehouse that Ron found five miles away from Toretto's group, because Toretto's target is too big, and Ron is doing private work this time, so he can't leave anyone with any clues.

So I deliberately chose a separate place and didn't live together.

Then, in the name of combat troops, it was logical to leave all the work of tracking and reconnaissance to Toretto.

"Boss, I really don't understand. A few months ago, I was a DEA anti-narcotics policeman, and then I became an IRS agent. Can anyone tell me why I am now a robber!"

"I think the behavior of robbing the police station can no longer be called a robber, but should be called a terrorist." Arthur complained sharply while working.

"Terrorist? It's exciting to think about it. If other kids on the block know that I have done such cool things, they will definitely worship me like a king."

With a look of excitement, Little Carl used tape to tie the camera to the remote control racing car and said.

Because the characteristics of drones are too distinctive, all drones are left in Los Angeles by Ron, but these toys on the market are not unusable.

It's nothing more than a little less charge.

Hank stared at Ron angrily, what have you made of the child?In your hands, this child will learn to be bad sooner or later.

"Pretending to be a terrorist is also part of the job of an agent." Ron loaded the shells into the truck and patted Hank on the back reassuringly: "Think about it, a full 5000 million US dollars, sent to each of you How much will the bonus be?"

Ron went around to the front, squeezed Hank's big belly, and seduced Hank's ear like a devil: "With this money, you can help your brother-in-law pay for the expensive treatment, and the rest of the money It’s still enough for you to change to a big house and send your unborn child to a private prestigious school..."

"This..." Hank's eyes lit up, and he fell under the temptation of money in an instant: "Okay, let's do it, but I promise, this is the last order I will ever do!"

"Of course no problem," Ron ignored Hank's swearing, and carried a box from the back of another truck: "Your sniper grenade launcher can't be shipped to you.

After all, your use in previous actions has already made people know that we have this thing~, but don't worry, I have prepared other things for you. "

"To be honest, after using that guy, I almost lost interest in all sniper rifles," Hank said in a low voice, "Compared to LG-5, even Barrett looks like a woman's gun." s things."

"Why don't you open this thing first?" Ron smiled mysteriously: "Maybe you will find a new love?"

"Okay." Hank opened the box, and a large gun almost as tall as an adult lay quietly inside. The thick barrel indicated that its caliber was definitely more than Barrett's 12.7mm!

"How is it? Are you satisfied with your new gift?"

"What... what is this?" Hank was so surprised that he couldn't even speak.

"The Anzio sniper rifle uses a 20mm sniper barrel and fires special armor-piercing bullets and other large-caliber sniper ammunition. It is used to counter light armored vehicles and enemy ground equipment. I asked a friend to get it."

Ron admired Hank's surprised expression, and smiled with satisfaction: "To be honest, I don't know whether this thing is a gun or a cannon, because according to international conventions, calibers above 20mm are collectively called cannons."

(End of this chapter)