The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 302 Toretto's Family Gathering
Los Angeles, the hut next to Toretto's car repair shop, Ron took his men to participate in the PARTY of these gangsters for the first time.

Toretto's PARTY has always been a relatively free American BBQ, but after joining the Chinese chefs Ron and Guan Yuming, the style of painting began to become strange.

The traditional roast beef was preserved, but it was the Cooper family's special roast beef that was grilled all night after Ron cooked it a little earlier and marinated it himself.

The original grilled wings were replaced by Guan Yuming's kebabs on the grounds that there were too many hormones, as well as foods such as lamb kidneys and lamb whips. Ron didn't know if they were as delicious as before, but Ron was sure Everyone will be busier than usual before going to bed tonight.

"My God, what is this? Didn't we agree to eat barbecue? Why did I see grass, are you sure this is not for kid goats? I swear, I will never take a bite."

Roman looked at the "grass" on the grill and was shocked. He didn't like vegetables in any form, and most of the people present thought this way. Frank Moses had even made up his mind to eat later. Never touch him.

"I heard from Joe Mason that you had a very young girlfriend, didn't you?" Guan Yuming came behind Frank unconsciously.

"Yes, her name is Sarah, and she is a very beautiful woman."

"Then I suggest that you eat more of this vegetable, because this thing will have a repairing effect on certain functions that begin to decline after aging."

Frank has met Guan Yuming many times in the senior club since he returned to Ron, so he naturally knows how ruddy Guan Yuming's wife looks and how harmonious she looks.

So maybe eating some veggies isn't so bad?
Frank's hand reached for the leeks that Guan Yuming had roasted. Roman swallowed heavily, and quietly stretched out his hand, but just halfway through, he was caught by a big hand and stopped in the air.

When Roman turned his head, it was Ron's half-smile smile: "Didn't you just say that the grass is for goats?"

"Ah? Did I say that?" Roman began to play dumb, not knowing whether it was because of the dark skin of the black man, or because of his thick skin, but this guy didn't blush at all.

"You must have heard it wrong, or someone said that and you thought it was me. I have always liked to eat green vegetables," Roman quickly grabbed a few skewers on the grill with his other hand as if afraid of Ron's obstruction. The grilled non-vegetables are not too hot, so I stuffed them into my mouth: "It's so delicious~"

"Well, you can eat it if you like it. I wanted to tell you that if you really don't like vegetables, lamb kidneys have the same effect. It's made from sheep's kidneys. If you don't mind the special smell If it is delicious, it is a rare delicacy for meat eaters."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I thought your waist was good enough, you don't need to mend it~" Ron spread his hands.

Roman was about to refute, proving that his waist was infinite, and before he could open his mouth, Toretto brought him up to the table from behind: "You took the first bite of food, so today you say the prayer, everyone gather around, let's go together Pray, and dinner is ready!"

In the yard, people gathered at the dining table from all corners, and the dining table that was supposed to be enough for everyone to eat together with the remaining space was actually not crowded enough.

The few extra people simply stood by, and everyone stood in a circle around the table holding hands.

Roman can only talk nonsense: "Thank God for the V8 engine and carbon fiber body, we will definitely use them to modify a better car, and strive to see you as soon as possible~"

"What kind of hell prayer is this?" O'Connor expressed dissatisfaction with Roman's prayer.

"Go eat yours!" Roman picked up a string of mutton skewers and stuffed them into O'Connor's mouth. He took a big bite of a string of lamb kidneys himself, and in an instant, his mouth was full of fishy smell.

vomit!
This TM might as well eat leeks!
Roman looked up and looked at Ron reluctantly, only to see him complacently making a "V" to himself, and immediately realized that he had been tricked.

Well, in fact, Ron didn't intend to play tricks on him at all, but just wanted to see if he could stand the taste. After all, let alone the West, even China, the birthplace of this kind of food, can't accept this kind of heavy taste. There are also many people.

Facts have proved that Roman really can't accept it.

However, just when Ron thought that Roman would spit out the meat in his mouth and eat some normal food instead, Roman actually took a big gulp of beer, forced the meat down, and then bit it hard like taking medicine Take a big sip and send it down with wine.

Ron was stunned.

How lacking is it in that aspect, that this kind of remedy is possible?

"Ron, Ron," Toretto shook his hand in front of Ron: "Are you listening?"

"What's the matter?" Ron recovered.

"Deck, will he bring my son back?" Toretto asked with some expectation.

"Of course, I told you a long time ago that Deke Shaw is not a bastard who can only kill as you think, but Owen is, he was completely dragged down by his unlucky brother."

Ron took a sip of beer to refill his water and continued: "Actually, he has accepted the job invitation with me on the condition that he also bring his brother along. I don't care about that, as long as that bastard Owen doesn't cause trouble, I'd be happy to take a rogue to use as a thug."

"But I think you're playing with fire." Hobbs also came over with a bottle of beer, touched the two of them, took a sip and joined the conversation.

"Their brothers are both from the most mysterious special forces in the UK, and the restless blood of that army is flowing in their veins. If you can't keep them close, you will definitely cause more trouble. Why don't you share one with me?"

Hobbs spoke well in the first half, but when it came to the last sentence, his true intentions were revealed, and the atmosphere created at the beginning disappeared in an instant.

"That's my business," Ron put the bottle into the recycling bin unhappily, and opened another bottle of beer for himself: "Instead of caring about my affairs, you might as well care about Cypher's whereabouts.

There was no sign of Cypher on the plane attacked by the Shaw brothers, nor was she on the other two ghost flights shot down by anti-aircraft missiles, so where did this woman go?Is it really like what Owen said 'she is a ghost, you only have a chance to see her when she wants to find you'? "

"I don't know!" Hobbs' head grew dizzy when he mentioned this: "The coast guard has tested the bodies in the wreckage of the plane, and none of the bodies found to be female by DNA test, and what's even more weird is that those salvaged The body, whether it's DNA or fingerprints, has no information in the FBI database, it seems to have appeared out of thin air."

"It is impossible for a person to leave no traces from birth to death. If you really can't find anything, then I think you can really investigate the ghost inside and see who is cooperating with Cypher. , to conceal the identities of her subordinates."

Ron commented sharply.

Hobbs nodded in conviction, but he was a little uncertain in his own mind. Now that there are more and more new situations in the world, and he has only watched a few movies and TV shows, many things have happened that he did not expect. outside, but he had no clue at all.

Ron intends to keep a low profile for a period of time recently. He can't be provoked, and he can always hide from me, right?
Don't look at Ron's incomparably heroic performance in various crises and mistakenly think that he is the kind of thug-type agent who only knows how to be tough. In fact, it is not the case. On the contrary, Ron belongs to the more cowardly type. is the highest priority option.

All the seemingly heroic performances have a fundamental reason, that is, he has something to rely on to dare to be so unscrupulous.

Well, in this operation in Russia, his biggest hole card has never been revealed, and that is Peggy's hacking ability. Although Peggy can't guarantee that he will be better than Cypher, at least he can interfere with Cypher's throwing the nuclear bomb. Ron could still do it.

Even at the moment when he was almost swallowed by the incendiary bomb, Ron was not afraid.

Isn't it just a burn, even if the whole body is burned beyond recognition, so what?Ron has a friend who looks exactly like Forrest Gump. He is the warden of a prison where a prisoner named John Coffey is imprisoned. No matter how injured Ron is, as long as he touches him for a while , can be completely cured.

It's just that this matter is so miraculous that no one knows except Ron and his warden friend.

In this way, the three of Ron and Toretto Hobbs chatted one after another, Toretto kept staring at the intersection absently, and finally, the person he was waiting for appeared.

Deckard Portrait carried a cradle like delivering food, and sent it to Toretto: "Here, our agreement is completed."

"Thank you, Xiao, I really don't know what I would do without you." Toretto gratefully took the child, and hugged him carefully as if he were the most precious treasure in the world.

This was the first time he held his son in his arms, and after looking at it for a long time, he handed him over to Letty: "Lettie, look, this is our son."

"What are you going to name him?" Ron asked, leaning over and teasing the child with his fingers.

"I'm going to name him Deck, in memory of Deck Shaw who rescued him. What do you think?" Toretto looked around to ask for everyone's opinions.

"Deck? Why not call him Jason Statham." Ron muttered in a low voice.

"What did you say?" Toretto looked at Ron.

"No, it's nothing, I said Deckard is a good name~" Ron quickly concealed it, and at the same time silently apologized to Little Deckard in his heart.

Poor child, if you want to blame it, blame your father. For giving you this name, you probably have nothing to do with hair in this life.

After naming, Toretto held the child and chatted with Deck Shaw, while Hobbs pestered him again, but this time it was not important.

"Ron, just now, I suddenly had a bold idea. Instead of our FBI trying to investigate internally, and then arranging high-level police forces to guard against Cypher, why don't we use 'science' like Cypher? ' How about setting up an early warning system?"

"I guess what you want to talk about is not science, but procedures?" Ron was helpless to this simple-minded guy, but his idea was still a bit interesting, Ron frowned: "But you have to understand crime Behavior is not a natural phenomenon, full of randomness and uncertainty, what do you want to do?"

"I think we can take out all the criminal files of our FBI for so many years, build a file library, and then use this as a model to identify possible crimes. When this program gives us an early warning, we will immediately send people to prepare for it. What do you think about crime waiting so we don't have to waste so many police forces on boring patrols? Ron, is it possible?"

Hobbs stared at Ron anxiously, and Ron thought for a while before replying: "Your thought reminds me of a very annoying Englishman who said, 'There is nothing new under the sun, everything is as good as it is. It's about doing old things over and over again'.

If a model is built to analyze and warn crimes, of course it may be effective, but I need to remind you that this level of algorithm is definitely not something that ordinary people can handle. I don’t think the above will approve this for you sum of money. "

"FXXK!" Hobbs's expectant smile suddenly collapsed: "I thought I could go to Caltech to find a few computer talents and make it."

"It takes a genius, Hobbs, genius, do you understand?" Ron shook his head, trying to shake Hobbs' unrealistic thoughts out, because this idea also had a fatal appeal to him.

"Dude, it's a good thing not to have this thing, think about it, if you really got someone to make a machine like this, it would be horrible, it would spy on everyone in the world, no matter how small it is Hidden, even if you drink too much and urinate on the side of the road, people will know, seriously, do you want to live a life like that?"

"Of course I don't want to! But in the face of Cypher's possible revenge, don't I have to be prepared? I am very worried about my daughter. She is only 11 years old. If Cypher uses her to threaten me one day, maybe I will too. Make the same choice as Toretto."

Of course, Ron understands Hobbs' worries. Not everyone is like him, and there are enough people around him to protect him.

"You can rest assured about this!"

As soon as Hobbs finished speaking, he saw the figure of Anonymous outside the yard: "From today onwards, your daughter will be surrounded by senior agents for 24-hour close protection. I am very tempted by the idea you just said. With We can save a lot of money with this 'machine', would you like to help me make this thing together?"

Anonymous raised his eyebrows proudly at Ron: "The most important thing for our CIA is talent and funding. These things are not difficult for us."

Not short of money?Wait for me, I will go to the CIA headquarters to check taxes another day!

(End of this chapter)