The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 459
Due to Ron's too strong destructive power, the angels refused to participate in the action, and could only watch two angels and a short-legged reserve "angel" set off with the toilet head on their heads.

But when they came back, they didn't bring back Christo's sample machine.

"What's the situation? I thought you guys would be able to bring things back." Ron took off his earphones. When the angel was away, he didn't go out. Instead, he hid in the safe house of the Charlie Detective Agency and talked with Xie who was far away in Los Angeles. Dunton and the others played Overwatch online together.

This game was released as usual in this world according to Ron's original timeline. Once it was released, it attracted a large group of Blizzard fans to go crazy, including of course serious game fans like Sheldon.

But of course Ron also knows that this should be Blizzard's last blockbuster game, and after that, it will be Blizzard's downhill road, except to keep selling their feelings until everyone has no feelings, and Blizzard can no longer take it. Come out with a phenomenal game.

"Are you just here to laugh at us? As you said, there is indeed an inner ghost among us. Someone rushed before us and took away all the sample machines!" Jane angry at Ron.

"Please, what good is it for me if you can't figure out the task? We're not competing, but cooperating, understand?" Ron spread his hands: "I hope you can figure everything out, and then I will bring the new energy information and the little silly girl Let's go back to Los Angeles together, what happened to her?"

Ron was halfway through speaking, and found Elena a little depressed.

"It's nothing, I just accidentally killed someone." Sabina opened a bottle of Coke, took a sip by herself, and stuffed the Coke with lip prints into Ron's hand: "It's like this the first time."

Of course the Coke for Ron wasn't just flirting.

Well, Sabina does have some thoughts like this. After all, who doesn't like a man who is rich, handsome and has a sense of humor?

The more important reason is that she carefully discovered that Ron almost never touched unopened or undrinked water or food in the house. Sabina worried that Ron was always thirsty, so she did this action.

But Ron's next move immediately made her careful thinking go to waste.

Ron wiped Sabina's lipstick off with a tissue before taking a sip of his Coke.

He wasn't aiming at Sabina, but he had been with Peggy for so long, he had long been used to the various traps that Peggy specially arranged for him by taking advantage of her female identity.

Of course, it's hard to say whether Peggy deliberately used this method to let Ron avoid provoking other women outside as much as possible.

"Okay, so what have you gained? If you have nothing to gain, I just have a clue," Ron stood up, and looked triumphantly at the angels of Charlie's Detective Agency:
"I found out that Block executive Fleming, the guy Elena said hid her report, had just booked a flight to Turkey an hour ago, and the airport security cameras just caught this."

The big screen lit up, and it was the video of Fleming going through the security check. The moment he opened the suitcase, he could clearly see six white square objects lined up in two rows in the bag. Krystal disappeared!
"Oh my God! You are so amazing!" Sabina jumped up excitedly, and kissed Ron on the cheek when Ron was not paying attention. When Ron looked at her, Sabina raised her chin triumphantly .

Ron touched his kissed cheek: "It seems to be pretty good, but I prefer to take the initiative by myself."

"Then do you want to kiss back?" Sabina offered to hand her face to Ron.

What are you hesitating about?Ron kissed it unceremoniously.

"Wow~" In the room, the angels couldn't help booing together.

Istanbul, the capital of Turkey.

“This place is truly amazing!”

"The crossroads of the world, where crisis and wealth coexist, hey~ have you thought about how to stay tonight?" Sabina and Ron held hands after getting off the plane. Arranged together, they almost got tired of going all the way, throwing dog food at several other people.

Bosley rolled his eyes: "We have to find out where Fleming lives, where he meets the mysterious buyer, and get Crystal back before he becomes a weapon of the bad guys."

Elena: "Then how do we find him?"

"We don't have a base here, so..."

Bosley looked at Jane, and Jane nodded helplessly: "Well, I have an informant here, who I met in MI[-] before, but she may not like me very much."

"Are you also from MI[-]?" Ron was a little taken aback.

"Of course, Jane is the second youngest female member in the history of MI[-]." Bosley flaunted a glance at Ron triumphantly.

Jane's black face was flushed by Bosley's showing off.

"Really? The youngest one is Heidi Shaw, right?" Ron pretended to be surprised and said, "It just so happens that she and her brothers are working for me, Jane, do you know her?"

"I know……"

Ron VS Bosley, the first round, easy KO.

Bosley quickly changed the subject: "Okay, that's it, Jane, you go to your informant, we need local intelligence, others should fix it and prepare..."

"Wait a minute!" Ron's phone rang, and he picked it up and took a look: "I don't think you need to bother, the person you are looking for has already stayed at the Pasha Hotel, and at ten o'clock tomorrow morning, he will have a horse race in Verefindi Meet with buyers in the field.”

"How do you know?" Sabina looked at Ron adoringly.

"My people have hacked into his mobile phone." Ron spread his hands proudly, looking at Bosley: "Since we both started chasing the same mission, your people have always been in action, this time I will leave it to you." How about it? End it all in Istanbul and enjoy a romantic Turkey, ladies?"

According to the unspoken rules among intelligence agencies, if two agencies with no conflict of interest are eyeing a mission at the same time, the one who comes first will have priority, and if it fails, the mission will be handed over to others.

The so-called cooperation is nothing more than no matter which side succeeds, the mission results are shared by both parties, but the distribution ratio of the results...

Small front-line agents like Sabina and Jane may only see the success or failure of a mission, but big bosses like Ron and Bosley pay more attention to the new energy revolution triggered by Christo behind this mission. possibility!
Today's era of human society development has actually entered the era of stock economy. Whether it is the United States, a pioneer in science and technology, or China, a rising star, in fact, human technology has really reached its limit.

The whole world has entered the era of cake sharing, and wants to make the cake bigger again, unless there is a new energy technology revolution, and Christo let Ron and Charlie Detective Agency see this possibility.

Bosley bit his lip. Their two operations did fail. Not only that, they also sacrificed a companion. It stands to reason that it is not shameful to hand over the task to Ron according to the previously negotiated conditions, but it has always been forced She is still a little unwilling, not to mention...

Bosley looked back at Jane who was standing behind her. From her eyes, she could see the burning desire for revenge.

"I want to try again. If we don't succeed this time, it's not too late for you to make a move."

"I can't wait that long." Ron shrugged, seeing Sabina's eyes begging for help, he couldn't help but soften his heart: "Well, or this way, we both act at the same time, and whichever side succeeds first will be considered as the success."

After speaking, Ron turned and left.

Along with Fleming’s information, there is also an analysis report on Crystal sent by Raj. In this report, Raj pointed out with certainty that Crystal’s energy source is likely to be a new, Unknown radioactive element.

This made Ron ecstatic.

If Raj is not mistaken, doesn't it mean that he is not far from Iron Man's armor?

……

"Boss, is there really something the size of a fist that can provide energy that allows a car to run [-] kilometers without refueling?"

At the Verefendi Racecourse, Ron and Arthur disguised themselves as ordinary gamblers and mixed in the stands.

"If you ask me, I don't know the answer, but I know that even if the energy density is slightly worse, it is similar to a revolution in the current automobile industry," Ron said reluctantly about uncertain things. Tan: "Don't talk about this, how is the old man I asked you to watch for me?"

"John Bosley? He's just accepted a position as Head of Security at Bloch in Berlin. What's wrong with him? Something to do with those big chicks?"

Arthur keenly discovered that the name Bosley happened to be the same name as the female agent of the detective agency who sang against Ron. Ron could only explain to him that Bosley was not a name, but a title:

"In other words, the old man I asked you to stare at is the real Bosley. He is the founding partner of Charlie's Detective Agency. In order to commemorate his outstanding contribution, the Detective Agency named this position after his surname. However, now I There are good reasons to suspect that the founding partner has turned his back on him, and that he is the real culprit.”

"It's just him?" Arthur was a little unconvinced: "If you didn't tell me, I thought he had some symptoms of dementia, and he doesn't look like a powerful character."

"Arthur, you can't look like a person. Maybe in other time and space, he is wearing a helmet and managing a school with hundreds of mutants with superpowers as the principal, or in the vast universe, driving the Enterprise spaceship. Wandering around~"

"Okay, he does look a lot like Professor X, but what is the Enterprise spaceship you're talking about?"

"A spaceship from one of my brother's favorite sci-fi shows, Star Trek."

As Ron was talking, his eyes narrowed. He had already seen the target, Fleming, surrounded by a group of bodyguards, talking and laughing with an Arabian prince into the racetrack.

"Report to BOSS, the target has been found, I can kill him with one shot now, do you need me to do it?" Hank's voice came from the earphone.

At this moment, Hank is standing on the top of a high-rise building 400 meters away, observing the situation here through a sniper rifle.

"No, the power of the grenade is too great. If you accidentally injure the Arab prince next to you, God knows what kind of diplomatic disputes will be caused. We should wait quietly for other opportunities." Ron ordered.

In Ron's heart, he secretly thought that he was unlucky. If he knew it earlier, he would bring out the accountant. Unlike Hank, who was brought into a cult and liked to pursue high firepower, the accountant in Ron's family always preferred precision shooting weapons.

It can be regarded as a clean stream in the IRS special operations team that is full of evil spirits.

Arthur was in a hurry: "Then what should we do? Let's hijack him now? We can't just watch those women succeed in front of us, can we? It's a great shame!"

"Impossible, that is the prince of Abu Dhabi. I have protected him before. If I appear in front of him, no matter what I do, it will be easily linked to politics." Ron shook his head:

"Don't worry, if we can't do whatever we want, I think our group of angels will be more restricted. They are not like us, they have..."

Before Ron could finish speaking, reality hit his face immediately.

Suddenly, there was a soft sound from the signal tower next to it. In the noisy racecourse, it was impossible to hear it unless you listened carefully.

Then, when an anesthetic bullet hit Fleming, he just lowered his head, and the anesthetic needle stuck in the neck of the prince's bodyguard next to him, and the bodyguard immediately lay down.

"There are assassins! Hurry up and protect the prince!"

Immediately, the crowd at the racecourse was in a mess like a hornet's nest. A large group of bodyguards surrounded the prince and retreated to the car.

"Damn! They're shooting! Hank, retreat, don't let anyone see your weapon, retreat!" Ron got up in shock, dragged Arthur and ran out with the raging crowd.

"Boss, why don't we capture that man now?" Arthur was puzzled.

Ron let go of his hand: "If you want to go to jail for attacking foreign dignitaries, or be wanted globally, go~"

Arthur gave up and ran after Ron!
Although Fleming left in a different car than the prince, Ron still didn't dare to take the risk.

"Ten minutes later, we gathered at the south gate of the racecourse. The target was not with the prince. He may just be a guest of the prince. There is no political risk. We continued to track his mobile phone."

On the other side, the performance of the angels was in stark contrast to Ron's big retreat. Not only did they not retreat with the crowd, Sabina snatched a racehorse and took a trail to catch up.

"Drive!" Sabina whipped the horse's buttocks. The horse suffered from pain and ran faster and faster, and finally stopped the car at the last intersection before it was about to leave the racetrack.

Sabina kicked her feet, jumped up on the horse with one last effort, and threw the tracker.

"Bang!" Sabina fell heavily to the ground, took a last look at the tracker attached to the rear of the car, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)