The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 456: The First Appearance of Angels
Originally, when Ron returned to Los Angeles, he should pay attention to the murder case that Sherlock handled before he left.
But a piece of information made him have to go to Europe first.

Before Sheldon and others could reverse engineer the miniaturized nuclear battery based on the red mercury nuclear bomb that Ron brought back from Russia, good news came from Europe.

A new type of energy, something that is likely to cause a new round of electric revolution, Christo has been successfully developed!
Although Ron didn't know what it was, it didn't stop him from going to see it first.

Hamburg, the second largest city in Germany, is also the most important seaport and the largest foreign trade center in Germany.

Ron was sitting alone in a cafe with his laptop in his arms, typing away on the keyboard, looking like an ordinary customer surfing the Internet in a cafe.

In order not to attract attention, he also specially wore a pair of plain glasses, a set of oversized windbreaker that completely covered his strong figure, and finally a wig with thick bangs covered most of his face.

He looked like an ordinary otaku, someone he was not very familiar with, and it was difficult to connect him with the astonishing IRS wolf.

Of course, this list of very familiar people must include Peggy's name.

"Did I mention that your new look is as handsome as you always are?"

"Of course, you have already told me twice... Oh thank you," Ron looked up and smiled at the African-American waiter, and after they left, he continued to chat with Peggy in the headset: "However, you really Are you sure there will be such a magical new energy source?"

"Wireless, using electromagnetic pulses to transmit electricity, and can automatically identify nearby people and animals through the program, so that electromagnetic pulses can bypass them. Why does it sound a bit mysterious to me? What is its energy source? Nuclear energy or magic? Or heaven and earth aura? "

Ron's source of information was Peggy.

"Who knows? I don't know anything about how it works, but you can ask one of the design participants, Elena, for a while, just like the information I gave you, she has an appointment with a media reporter here , Said to expose the inside story of the company, it is the black man in the corner."

Ron followed Peggy's guidance and looked over, feeling that this face was inexplicably familiar.

"Well, I'm sure, the energy source of this black technology should be magic."

"Why do you say that?"

"Don't you feel familiar when you see this face? This is clearly the wizard in Thunder Shazam~" Ron opened the DC comics page on the computer, and he knew that Peggy could see it too.

"Ron, don't read so many comics with Sheldon in the future, how can magic be possible?" Peggy smiled lightly.

Ron was noncommittal, this face was full of stories at a glance, and he had a hunch that this action would not be easy.

"Look, that's Elena."

Ron looked up, and while speaking, a white girl with curly hair and a red dress walked into the cafe, and then walked towards the black man in the corner.

"Peggy, can I hear them talking?" Ron looked at the black man's mobile phone on the table, and his heart moved.

"Of course no problem." Peggy quickly hacked into the phone, and their chat was transmitted back to Ron's headset.

"Mr. Bosley, thank you for willing to see me..."

Ron frowned, and Peggy, who had been watching Ron through the monitor, asked puzzledly, "What? Is there a problem?"

"This name, although Bosley is not a very rare surname in Europe, but it happens to be the same as the title of a position in an organization I know. I don't think this is a coincidence."

"Organization? What organization?"

"It's called a detective agency, but it does the work of secret agents. It is an organization dedicated to world peace. Its members are mainly beautiful women. They are called angels. Last month, the London Bank embezzled women's and children's funds. That's what they found out."

"I've heard about the case, how they did it."

"The director of the Bank of London invited a senior waiter to chat with him at the luxury hotel where he was staying. Of course, the senior waiter was an angel. The result is self-evident. Of course, a man has no resistance to a sexy stunner like an angel. ~"

Ron shrugged and laughed.

"So it's like this, so if you encounter it, you won't be able to resist it?" Peggy's vinegar smelled in the earphones.

Ron has enough women. If she continues to increase at the same rate, she will definitely go crazy. Although a woman with good looks and IQ like her will never be short of licking dogs, whoever told her to like Ron? What about one?
"How is it possible? They just call themselves angels, and I have a real angel by my side, don't I?" Ron immediately switched back to the sweet talk mode.

At the same time, Ron began to inadvertently look at the other people in the cafe.

At first, he thought that he was the first to get the information, but now it seems that someone has already learned the information in advance and rushed to make arrangements ahead of him.

The other customers in the store seemed relatively normal, except for the weirdo tattooed guy who was sitting by the window and typing on an old-fashioned typewriter.

Ron noticed that the man had been in a tense state and was always observing the people around him. The most interesting thing was that his attention was never on the articles he typed out, but on the mirror inside the typewriter.

Through the reflection of the mirror, you can clearly see the position behind him, and the person behind him happens to be Ron's target.

There was something wrong with this person at first glance, but Ron still had some doubts, because angels were generally female.

"Is it him?" Peggy asked curiously, apparently also noticing Ron's target through the camera.

"I don't know, but usually angels are women, but the customers in the store..."

Halfway through Ron's words, a cup was handed in front of him: "Sir, you ordered coffee."

"Thank you." Ron nodded slightly, the same African-American waiter just now.

and many more!

As soon as Ron took the cup, he immediately noticed something was wrong, but his face remained calm. He took a sip of coffee, continued to type on the computer, and changed to chatting with Peggy by typing, and in Chinese.

"There is something wrong with this waitress, she should be an angel!" Ron turned his head to look at the waitress who was secretly looking at his screen, with a smile on his lips.

I call you spy screen?If you have the ability, continue to watch~ If you understand it, I will lose!

As we all know, English and other European languages ​​are basically part of the Indo-European language family, and several languages ​​have loanwords from each other, so when you master one language, it is easy to master the other language.

So there are often people in Europe who can speak several languages.

But Chinese is different. It is another language system relative to the Indo-European language family: the Sino-Tibetan language family.

It is another thing entirely. Compared with the language difficulty of the same language family, the difficulty of learning is not so great. Although more and more foreigners are learning Chinese now, it is obvious that this African-American waiter is not among them.

"What? Is there anything else?"

"It's nothing, I just see if you need to add sugar, if not, forget it." The waiter ran away in despair.

"Nice job! How did you find that little bitch?"

"It's very simple. When she was handing me coffee, she kept staring at my computer screen. Normal waiters rarely have such curiosity. Of course, this is only a secondary reason. The calluses of the fingers are just in the place where you will only use it when you hold a gun all year round, such as my hand."

Ron waved lightly to the position of the camera: "It seems that it is only the angel who is not watching here, and there is another group of people. Maybe what the angel has to do is to protect the safety of that little silly girl just now."

While talking, Ron saw that the African-American waitress finally noticed the mirror of the typist, picked up the receipt and handed it to the man who claimed to be Bosley.

"Here's your ticket."

The man was shocked: "Eileen, it's time for you to go to the bathroom."

"I don't need it, thank you." Elena was a little puzzled, but politely refused.

"No, you have to go, go quickly." Bosley said in a serious tone.

The tattooed man had already noticed the strange situation here, and suddenly picked up the typewriter and threw it towards the two of them, and quickly pulled out a pistol.

"Bang!" Just as the tattooed man fired a shot, the African-American waiter knocked his pistol upwards with a stool, and then took the opportunity to raise the stool above his head and was about to swing it down at him.

But the tattooed man immediately punched the waiter in the abdomen, the waiter froze in anger, and the hand holding the stool was weak, and the tattooed man took the opportunity to kick the stool away.

Seeing this, the waiter immediately stopped caring about the stool or not, resisting the pain and punching back, but the tattooed man dexterously passed his hand through the waiter's fist, taking advantage of the length of his arm, before the fist was about to hit A moment before reaching his own face, he happened to touch the waiter's face, and then pressed hard.

"Boom!"

The head of the waiter was slammed on the table, and Ron couldn't help feeling sorry for her for a second.

But this time she didn't suffer in vain, at the same time that the waiter was smashed on the table, she just took advantage of the tattooed man's inattention, and the other hand secretly picked up the wine bottle and slammed it on the tattooed man's head. People fell to the ground at the same time.

"Are you still planning to intervene?"

"No, there's no need, the target person has already escaped." Ron said indifferently.

The role of the waiter was only to delay the time. As soon as the two of them made a move, Bosley ran away with Ron's target Elena, and then drove a car and stopped at the entrance of the cafe.

After the waiter got up, he didn't pick up the gun immediately. He ran two quick steps and smashed the glass, and then plunged into the car. Seeing this, the tattooed man hurriedly chased him out.

"Do you need me to help you continue to track? Do you need me to help you kill him?"

Peggy holds the final control of all Ron's drones. Among these drones, apart from submachine guns and Uri's Fu, there are also many small missiles.

"Of course." Ron nodded, took off his glasses and wig casually, and there was no need to continue the performance: "But let's just kill it, this is a German place after all, so don't cause unnecessary trouble, I believe there will be a result soon on their side, and I don't believe that angels will have no back-up in doing things."

When he walked out the door, he saw the tattooed man's SUV driving past him, and almost hit a woman with a gun in the middle.

This is probably the backhand of the angel, right?Ron started the car and drove directly in front of the woman: "Need a lift? Ma'am? Or an angel?"

"Thank you! Help me catch up with that car!" The woman yelled anxiously, without any fear of being called out.

"No problem, drag racing, I've always been a professional." As he spoke, Ron stepped on the clutch with his left foot, stepped on the accelerator halfway with his right foot, and quickly shifted to a gear at the moment the tachometer reached the threshold. Then release the clutch and step on the accelerator all the way.

Boom~
The power of the driving force was excavated to the extreme by Ron in an instant, and the car was ejected immediately like a rocket off the string.

"Cool!" The woman couldn't help shouting.

"You haven't told me your name yet?"

"Sabina, who are you?"

Ron felt something cold on his waist. Obviously, this little girl named Sabina was not as careless as she seemed.

"Ron Lee Cooper, half of your colleagues, just like you, the camp of justice and order, I don't think you need to be so wary of me, Sabina, I have cooperated with your people many times before, Such as Natalie, Dylan and Alex, if you know these seniors."

"Oh! My God, you're the playboy Ron!" Sabina opened her mouth wide in surprise, "The man who can conquer three seniors in one night! The legendary top man!"

Saying that, Sabina glanced unconsciously at Ron's lower body.

This little pervert!
Ron rolled his eyes angrily, what exactly did he look like when he was demonized in Charlie's detective agency?

"OK, no matter what you say about me, at least you've heard of me, so can you take that thing off my waist? It's rude to meet you for the first time."

Ron smashed through the guardrail in the middle of the road, took a shortcut and went retrograde to catch up: "By the way, how are the friends I knew before? Are they still angels?"

"The three seniors have retired a long time ago, and the mission with you should be the last mission. As for where they are now, in order to protect the retired angel, this is a secret, my God! They are there! Open the skylight! Open the skylight, let me kill he!"

Seeing the SUV chasing her companion, Sabina immediately slapped Ron's arm excitedly.

Ron could only open the sunroof.

Sabina leaned out, holding the gun with both hands to keep her shooting steady, but before she could fire, the SUV in front made a burst of "da da da" shooting sound.

"5.56 MINI Gatling?" Ron could hear the type of gunshot: "Your friend doesn't look good."

The MINI Gatling, also known as the Minigun M134 machine gun, has the smallest Gatling with the smallest caliber of 5.56. It is a Gatling machine gun that ordinary people can hold and shoot.

But even if it's small, it's Gatling.

(End of this chapter)