The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 396 Doraemon Ron

"Is it necessary to be so troublesome?" Ron expressed his incomprehension, and took out a small disc: "Just tear off the transparent glue on this side and stick it on. After 15 seconds, we will know the secret room door. What's behind it?"

As Ron said, he was about to tear off the transparent glue.

"OMG! What the hell are you thinking? What's the difference between what we're doing and the robbery? We're cultural relic thieves! Do you understand the thieves?" Jack Chen was about to be driven crazy by Ron's whimsy.

"My God! How could there be an agent who doesn't know how to sneak in? We have to take things away quietly instead of letting everyone know we're here!" Jack Chen lowered his voice and growled at Ron.

"Wait! Didn't you just get picked up from the airport by me? How did you bring these things on the plane? Where did you hide them?"

Halfway through Jack Chen's speech, he suddenly realized something was wrong, and his eyes gradually became abnormal. When Ron got off the plane, he didn't carry any other luggage except a small suitcase. Although the bomb was not big, it was No matter how you look at it, you don't want to fit it in Ron's pocket, unless...

There is only one possibility. Jack Chen once heard that some drug dealers who transport drugs into human body can stuff more than 20 packets of drugs in some places at most. God knows how they do it?
But maybe, the agents hid their equipment in the same way?

"You said it all, I'm an agent, I naturally have an agent's way, I said, can you not be so rude with your eyes? Things are not what you think? Believe it or not, I will take out the recoilless gun in minutes and give it to me. Have a look?" Ron said angrily, "If you weren't Guan's only surviving relative, I would want to blow your head off right now."

Of course, Jack Chen didn't believe that Ron could pull out a recoilless gun. It's not like he hasn't seen that thing before. It would be strange if it could fit in the chrysanthemum. Well, he still thinks that the place where Ron hides equipment is on his body There was something indescribable, but it was sensible not to expose him.

Although he is confident in his fists, Ron, who can be called the strongest agent in the United States by his uncle, must have something special, but it is enough to hide his equipment...hidden on his body at all times.

Looking at his eyes, Ron knew that he must not believe it. In order to prove that he was not the same kind of old gangster named Gallagher, Ron had to do something.

"It seems that living in Europe for too long has made you forget the fact that the United States is the world's number one technological power. Show me." Ron put his hand into his suit jacket and opened his portable space.

Under Jack Chen's horrified eyes, he actually took out a Gustav recoilless gun made in Sweden from his pocket. Jack Chen saw that his eyeballs almost fell out of their sockets.

"&(*#@!" Jack Chen yelled out a series of dialects with unknown meanings. Because of Ron's Chinese level, he couldn't figure out what kind of dialect it was. Fortunately, he switched back to it in the end. Mandarin: "Are you a magician? How on earth did you do it?"

"This is a super high-tech that only agents can use, and you don't understand~" Ron showed a disdainful look: "This is the latest agent equipment, you can treat it as a carry-on equipment bag , Have you seen Doraemon? It is similar to the four-dimensional pocket inside."

Of course, Ron didn't just do this in front of Jack Chen just to show off, but it was premeditated. As he will face more and more difficulties in the future, maybe one day, he will inevitably put the system-related What he wants to expose to others, but before that, he at least needs to know what kind of excuses to use to fool him.

Now it seems that this statement is surprisingly easy to use, Jack Chen Xin said: "The current technology is really powerful, if only we can have one, I can steal more cultural relics every time, and then If you don’t work a few times, you can retire.”

"Don't even think about it, this is a top-secret black technology, even if it is not popular among spies, it is only allocated to the top spies."

"Seriously, are you an agent? How did you manage to sneak in without anyone noticing before?" Although Jack Chen still had a skeptical tone, he couldn't help showing a trace of respect when talking to Ron.

"I've explained this question to different people countless times, and I don't mind telling you again now," Ron spread his hands helplessly: "The dead can keep secrets best in the world, as long as you kill everyone, Naturally, no one knows that I have been here, what do you think?"

"Haha, you must be joking." Jack Chen continued to observe the bookshelf carefully while perfunctory, and finally he made a new discovery: "Wait! I seem to know what's going on!"

Jack Chen suddenly found clues in the disorderly arrangement of books on the bookshelf, and entered the discovery into the keyboard as if he had just found a flash of inspiration. Sure enough, the door opened with a "click".

"Yeah!" Ron and Jack Chen clapped and cheered, but immediately lowered their voices and sneaked in. As Jack Chen expected, there was a storage room about two floors high, full of various things.

"So this is where the head is? Where do we start looking?"

"Don't worry," Jack Chen took a deep breath and started to work. First, he opened a few boxes randomly, and when he opened the second one, he found the bronze statue of the rat head, and Ron found the rabbit in a foam box. The first bronze statue.

"OK! We found them all! Ron, let's go~" Jack Chen excitedly said.

But Ron looked at the other things in the collection room thoughtfully: "Wait a minute, I don't know much about art and antiques, how much do you think the other things in this room are worth?"

"Other things?" When Ron reminded him, Jack Chen's eyes lit up immediately: "Why do you feel like you are more of a thief than me?"

"Please, if you have to say who is a thief, there is no doubt that the owner of this manor is more suitable than us, or a robber is more suitable," Ron shook his head and denied: "I don't remember, the mouse head and the rabbit head are French s things.

More than 100 years ago, when they looted these precious Wentes from an ancient civilization like robbers, they should have thought that one day, others would take these things back in the same way. "

"At least we haven't killed the other person and set fire to his house. From this point of view, we are much more kind than the owner of this manor, Jack, look at what else is valuable here something?"

"Of course, but before answering your question, tell me, how much can your Doraemon pocket hold?"

(End of this chapter)