The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 376
"Tell me where the nuclear bomb is?" The agent raised his gun and pointed at the old man in front of him: "Ten seconds, or you will die."

"Interesting, you have to think about it, when my men and I finished hiding the nuclear bomb, I killed all the insiders, which means that only I know where the dangerous thing XZ is, so, I bet you don't dare shot."

The old man gulped down the wine in his glass proudly. His appearance was so arrogant that Ron didn't have the face to watch it any longer. I've seen someone pretending to beep, but I've never seen someone pretending to be like this. Find out where you are, bastard!
This old man is not professional at all, doesn't he know that the villain died because of talking too much?
Sure enough, the next second, as if to prove Ron's conjecture, the agent sneezed with a "choo" sound, shook his hand, and just pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" There was a blood hole in the old man's head, and he hung up in a very funny way.

"Wonderful, really wonderful~" Ron clapped his hands and mocked: "I guess this is the advanced lesson Mr. President wants us and the CIA to learn? Arthur, remember it, and all our agents must remember it before going out to the field. physical examination.

Anyone with physical problems is not allowed to go out to work, so as not to accidentally kill important targets with a sneeze like other organizations. "

"My God, my God, there must be too much pollen there, he didn't make a mistake on purpose, I can assure you," the fat woman who directed the chair explained in a hurry:
"Fine has always been allergic to pollen. I usually put allergy medicine in his suit pocket. Maybe he forgot to take it today."

"It's all my fault. I heard him sneezing a while ago, and I felt this sign. I'll be responsible for his death. Be careful! There are three people coming in, leave immediately through the back door, go!"

Halfway through the explanation, the fat woman suddenly noticed the little red dot on the radar, and hurried back to her work.

"As she said, all of this was an accident, and we will strengthen the physical management of the agents in the future." The guide agent's face was livid: "Why don't you go to the office with me to communicate."

The guide made a gesture of invitation, and Ron glanced at his watch, feeling that the time here was almost exhausted, he smiled and shook his head and refused: "No, I think through today's visit, I have already understood the capabilities of your organization." Now that I have a general understanding, I believe we will have a lot of cooperation opportunities in the future.”

The guide's complexion had just improved, but he was so angry with Ron's next words that he almost vomited blood on the spot.

"For example, come to our Aiai S once in a while to clean up, or to deliver a takeaway or something. By the way, especially to impart the experience of living with mice. I think you should be very good at this."

"Mouse? Where did the mouse come from?"

"It's right there." Ron gracefully pointed to the side. A woman in the command center climbed a mouse on her head at some point, and immediately screamed when Ron reminded her.

The other women around hurriedly took all the weapons they could find, such as files or keyboards, and threw them at the mouse on the woman's head.

I don't know if the mouse hit Ron, but the woman whose head was crawled by the mouse was almost dead when he walked out of the office.

"Hahaha..." Walking out of the gate of the CIA office building, even Arthur, who always had a dead face, was amused and laughed wildly: "Boss, are you really sure this is the branch command building of CAA? I think they are Biji and Pierre The comedy is also hilarious.

Thank you, Boss, if it wasn't for you, I would have paid for cable TV to see this, and I would definitely tell Hank how much he lost by not coming to this exchange event. "

However, compared to Arthur's laughing, Ron was not in such a good mood, because just after he went out, she received a message that made him very upset.

That is the case they saw cia was in charge of just now, and now they are going to handle it.

"Well, as long as you are happy, I have one more happy thing to tell you."

"What? Did you really buy tickets for Ki and Peel, can you take me to see it?" Arthur looked at Ron in disbelief. se.

"No, it's the trouble just now, and now you'll take over." Ron forwarded the mission briefing information to Arthur: "Here, here's all the information on this case, good luck."

"Boss! It's not fair. Why do I have to work overtime while everyone else is on vacation?! And I'm still with those idiots from the CIA. They'll kill me!" Arthur complained loudly.

"Maybe this operation is not as bad as you imagined." Ron flipped through the mission briefing, his eyes became brighter and brighter: "I have decided, this time the cooperative operation, I plan to go with you!"

"Go together? Boss, are you sure you're not talking crazy?"

Arthur asked suspiciously. Of course he had reason to be suspicious, because Ron was always the last fisherman to come in and the first to leave every day in the office, and he deeply embodies the model of capitalism wool.

Now that he took the initiative to work overtime with Arthur, it was even more impossible than Shelton participated in the NBA draft and led the Bobcats to win the championship with a perfect record!
But Ron didn't think so: "Do you want to guess where the next important target person in CIA intelligence is?"

Arthur said angrily, "Where? I don't think he's in Hawaii?"

"It's better than Hawaii! See this beauty?" Ron happily showed Arthur the photo of the target person: "Her name is Reina, and she is planning to go to Paris to contact buyers who are interested in buying nuclear bombs. In other words, we can spend a vacation in Paris with CIA funds."

"And I guess he must be looking for more than this one buyer. In other words, if we are lucky, we can take a ten-day European tour. How about it? Are you interested in going together?"

Ron held out his hand to Arthur.

Arthur responded with the same smirk: "Of course, I can't ask for a boss."

And just when the two were smirking and preparing to give the CIA a hard time, a figure slammed into Ron's body. Almost out of conditioned reflex, Ron hit the man's neck with an elbow, and kicked his calf with the other. Then stretch your feet and hook.

The person fell to the ground, and Ron quickly took out a gun from his waist and put it on the back of his smooth head: "Bitch, who sent you here?"

"Hey! Dude, don't shoot, it's your own." The man hurriedly raised his hands above his head and stood up slowly: "I am also a CIA agent, Rick Ford, who is known as the CIA legend."

"Really? Turn around and let me see your work permit." Ron nodded his head with a gun, and the man turned around slowly, but when he turned around, Ron and Arthur At the same time, he showed a ghostly expression.

"Wang Defa! What the hell is this?!"

(End of this chapter)