The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 384 Going to London Again
Los Angeles night, at the entrance of Gerald Nightclub.

"Hey, handsome boy, how much do you want for one night?" A gorgeously dressed woman in her 40s squeezed in front of Ron, raised her eyebrows charmingly, and waved a roll of green dollars in front of Ron. Dangling back and forth, dangling along with it was a lump of meat that was deliberately exposed on the old aunt's chest.

"Sorry, we only sell ourselves, not FXXK! I mean we're just here for fun, not for sale." Ron pushed the woman away and complained to Hobbs beside him:

"I told you a long time ago, let you change a dress, my God, is there not a piece of clothing in your closet that is not tight? Walking with you, even I look like a duck! This is already today It's the ninth one!"

Ron looked helplessly at the side, who was still wearing a sexy tight vest and a denim jacket, Hobbs, as always, with a helpless expression on his face.

He is starting to regret it now, regretting that Hobbs agreed to it as soon as the price was raised to 3000 million.

In his opinion, this meager income is nothing compared to what he paid tonight!From the beginning of stalking here, this is already the ninth middle-aged woman who has offered money to strike up a conversation with him, and the culprit of all this is Hobbs next to him.

On Hobbs' side, there are already No. 15!
Sure enough, when women reach a certain age, not only their needs are greater, but their tastes are also stronger.

"Sorry, my informant said he's already here, we can go there now." Hobbs glanced at the message on his phone and got up suddenly.

Hobbs didn't have much information about biochemical weapons. He only knew that the thing was lost. Even Anonymous didn't even explain the details of the virus, or he knew it but didn't say it on purpose. In Ron's opinion, all this was more worthwhile. I wonder whose hands this thing came from.

Even Ron wondered if this thing was simply a joint research and development of the United Kingdom and the United States. The thing that would cause a world crisis in the future would be a simplified version of this thing.

It's a pity that Mason hasn't sent back any information so far, so when Hobbs mentioned the word "biochemical weapon", Ron was so excited. He was worried that he would not have a chance to touch related things, so Hobbs handed over the pillow and said Is there such a thing?
However, in order to prevent Hobbs from seeing his intentions, Ron still shirked it a bit, and agreed to pay a sum of money from the CIA by the way.

The two walked through the lively hall and backstage in turn, and came to the last room behind the tattoo parlor. The skinny Mexican man inside was their target for tonight, and he was surrounded by subordinates who were not easy to mess with at first glance. will be an obstacle to action.

"Who are you?" The skinny man was full of vigilance, and even his subordinates surrounded him nervously.

"Good evening, I'm the Texas cowboy you're talking about." Ron made a cowboy hat-off ceremony with a hat that didn't exist at all, and before the shocked expression on the other's face ended, he suddenly attacked.

With a little tiptoe, a jab suddenly hit the skinny man's neck, and the skinny man immediately knelt on the ground clutching his neck, and at the same time as Ron shot, Hobbs also shot suddenly.

Picking up the collar of one subordinate, lifting him up and throwing him onto another person, and then grabbing the arm strangling his neck and throwing it forward forcefully, the unlucky guy who was trying to sneak up on him from behind was caught. He fell over his shoulder and fell to the ground.

"Huh~ What a pity~" Ron couldn't help but feel pain for that person.

The fat man next to him looked at Ron's avatar, saw the opportunity, and felt in his pocket. A cold light flashed, and a dagger pierced Ron's waist.

Just when he thought he was about to succeed, and began to imagine the painful and distorted expression on Ron's face after he succeeded, his hand holding the knife was suddenly firmly grasped by a big hand like iron tongs.

The fat man stabbed forward vigorously, but the dagger seemed to be frozen, unable to move any further. Sihao raised his head in horror, just in time to meet Ron's playful smile.

"NO, NO, NO~" Ron smiled and shook his finger at him: "I don't think sneak attack is a good habit, come on, how about giving this to me?"

Ron parted, snatched the dagger from him as easily as a lollipop from a three-year-old, and pinned his hand to the table with his backhand.

"Ah~" the fat man screamed in pain. Of course, Ron couldn't let him keep screaming like this. He punched him in the head again, making him pass out from the pain.

So far, Hobbs has also dealt with a few little guys.

"Nice job."

"You're good too."

With no one in the way, Ron picked up the skinny man by his collar and threw him on the tattooed chair: "Lend me this."

Ron pointed the tattoo gun at the skinny man's head.

"What are you going to do?!"

"NO, NO, NO, wrong answer," Ron said with a gun in the skinny man's forehead. "This is a quiz game. The rules are what I ask and what you say. Do you understand? If we understand, let's do it again. "

The skinny man nodded in horror to show that he knew, because he knew that Ron was not just talking, he would really do it.

"OK, let me do the talking this time." Ron pressed the tattoo gun and made a hissing voice: "I'm tracking the super virus mentioned by someone on the dark web, and I'm preparing for an auction. Tell me about it."

"I swear, I really don't know." The skinny man shook his head vigorously.

"Tsk tsk~ The answer is wrong, I think you still want to suffer a little more."

"I really do not know."

"Shh~" Ron put a finger to his mouth to make him stop talking: "Listen, my patience is very limited, but I happen to have plenty of time.

I'll ask you one last time, this time I've thought about the answer, if your answer still doesn't satisfy me, I'll tattoo a copy of "Hamlet" on your head, and my good friend, I'll do it on your other one A tattoo of "Romeo and Juliet" on the small head, understand? "

After Ron finished speaking, Hobbs also picked up a tattoo gun from the side and stared at his crotch maliciously, scaring the skinny man into tight asses.

"Now, let me ask one last time, how much do you know about that virus?"

"I said, I said everything," the skinny man's trousers were wet: "It's the CT-17 virus, a biochemical weapon that can be programmed to target specific races, people on the road call it 'Snowflake', I just Sell ​​the intelligence that MI[-] escorted it, and I don't know anything else!"

Hobbs hurriedly asked: "A CIA agent betrayed the water and took the virus away. Now I want to know who you sold the information to?"

But this time, the skinny man didn't answer directly like before, but his whole body was trembling, showing a very scared look.

Ron knew that it must be the organization that bought the information from him that made him so panicked, and he couldn't help being curious, but he was curious in a different way from Hobbs.

Hobbs was only threatening, but Ron would actually do it.

"To be or not to be, that is the question..." Ron tattooed the skinny man's face as he read it, and the skinny man began to scream because of Ron's actions, but Ron didn't care, and instead blamed him He glared at Hobbs: "Hobbs, what are you doing standing there? Start working. If you don't remember the original text, you can Google it on your phone."

"No," Hobbs suppressed his nausea, and pulled off the skinny man's pants, "I was just thinking about how to tattoo a Shakespeare play on such a small thing. Is there a magnifying glass in this place?"

"Oh~ I'm sorry, it's my fault," Ron said with an apologetic expression: "I'm too used to measuring others by my own size, otherwise it's fine, you can tattoo a sonnet for him... this size is also Enough, forget it, just write OK, that little space is enough to write this word.”

"No! I said, it's Aideen! God, I said it, please let me go!" Seeing Hobbs' tattoo gun getting closer and closer, the dry man finally broke down and cried in embarrassment come out.

"This is a good boy." Ron threw away the tattoo gun, patted his face, and when the skinny man relaxed his vigilance, he suddenly hit his head on the backrest, and the skinny man passed out.

"Hobbs, I think we're in trouble." Back in the car, Ron's expression immediately became serious.

"Why do you say that?"

"Aideen, this is a worldwide terrorist organization. It has always believed in social Darwinism and advocated killing some inferior races so that human beings can evolve better. Maybe you don't know that Cypher, who was killed by us before, and Several other related drug traffickers have more or less deep ties with them."

"If that's the case, can't we directly apply to the army to kill them?" Hobbs puzzled.

"No, their strength is too strong, and they have even penetrated into every aspect of various government organizations around the world, and their people are everywhere," Ron shook his head: "Have you seen the Avengers? They are like the The Hydra organization not only possesses great strength, but also has countless black technologies."

"No way? It's just a terrorist organization." Hobbs expressed disbelief, with an expression that you think I'm scared.

"Remember the golden circle that I cleaned up before?"

Hobbs nodded: "Of course I remember, I am very impressed, their technology in biological viruses and robots is really amazing, wait, you don't mean..."

"Yes, that's what you think." Ron sighed helplessly: "The drug trust is just a money-making machine launched by Aideen. You don't really think that a group of uneducated drug dealers can come up with such a It’s a black technology that many universities haven’t produced, right?”

Ron had wondered before during the Golden Circle incident, why a drug dealer who graduated from a business school, who obviously didn't have any scientists working for her, could have advanced robots and mechanical arms that even Howard was amazed by.

Especially the mechanical arm, in Howard's words, if you don't consider the material factor (because in reality he really can't find a material similar to vibrating gold), the ability of that mechanical arm is basically shown in the comics It came out almost.

Don't forget that Howard is recognized as the strongest engineer in the world's top universities!

From his mouth can say such an evaluation, Aideen's scientific and technological strength can be seen from this.

"Then what should we do now?" Hobbs also started to have a headache after being told by Ron.

"First of all, we need to find the traitorous agent. My experience tells me that from now on, all information that is not seen with my own eyes may be false information that the other party gave us through various channels. Maybe there is something hidden about this matter. .”

"Okay, I'll go and book our tickets to London right now." Hobbs' greatest advantage is that he always does what he says, and he immediately took out his mobile phone to book a ticket, but was stopped by Ron.

"No, not us, but yourself."

"why?"

Ron patted Hobbs on the shoulder: "If you want to take a risk, settle your family first, call Rebecca and tell him that Uncle Ron will pick her up tomorrow, and I will send her to a place that is absolutely safe."

Hobbs said gratefully, "Thank you."

"You're welcome. In addition, you won't worry about Britain's actions. I will arrange for you to have an excellent agent who is familiar with Britain to act with you in Britain."

"Who is it? Is it Arthur? I have always admired Arthur's skills. It's really great to be with him!" Hobbs said excitedly when he heard that there was still manpower.

He has been envious of the strength of Ron's men for a long time, especially Arthur, if he can help, he will be even more powerful.

Ron smiled mysteriously: "Your guess is very close, but let me keep it a secret. When you arrive in England, I will definitely give you a surprise. Before that, I need to settle our family first."

When dealing with a group of neurotics like Aideen, Ron is most worried about his family, but fortunately, there are people from Forrest Gump in his hometown to protect him, so he shouldn't have to worry too much.

The real trouble is that there are too many of his own women in Los Angeles, and they are too scattered. For the convenience of protection, Ron can only send Hobbs' daughter Rebecca to Gallagher's house, and Fiona Together with Hope, they are protected by Mr. and Mrs. Smith.

Caroline and Max's house is very close to Toretto's car repair shop. Ron only needs to make a phone call, and the leader of the Los Angeles motorcycle gang can protect them personally. Giselle is an agent himself, so self-protection is no problem at all. .

As for Peggy, as far as her IQ is concerned, it's good enough that she doesn't bully others, and who can bully her, not to mention that almost no one knows about the relationship between Ron and her, so the fire can't be burned on her.

The most obvious and dangerous one left was Collins. Ron needed to find a way. Thinking of this, Ron found her phone and called her.

"Good evening, dear, I want to discuss something with you. I have a problem with my side job recently. Would you mind helping me to keep an eye on it? Don't worry, it won't take long, it only takes about a week. That's a Beautiful island, if you want, I will ask someone to pick you up tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)