The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 547 Little Agent Luke

"That's right. Max really likes to drink. I almost believed it. However, there is still no way to explain the same smell of wine on the two of you as in this glass, so this reason is not sufficient."

Ron sniffed the taste in the cup again, and said with certainty that Luke looked normal, but a little panic flashed on Manny's face, and he was immediately caught by Ron, so Ron was going to choose Manny. Ni as a breakthrough.

"Where is Man, how are you going to explain it?"

Ron glared at him, releasing a little bit of murderous intent. Manny was so frightened that he couldn't speak at all: "I...I didn't drink beer, I drank Bordeaux red wine..."

"Manny!" Luke yelled quickly, but it was too late, Manny had already called.

"Let me guess," Ron said with a playful smile, "There must be a lot of your classmates hiding in a certain room on the second floor, right?"

Manny's face became even paler, but Luke's face was still as usual. I don't know what you're talking about for a year. Even Ron couldn't help but praise in his heart that his psychological quality is really good, and Ron couldn't help but feel a sense of contempt. Thoughts, continue to probe:
"But you have overlooked a problem. Those children will never stay quietly. Even if I don't do anything, just wait here, they will be free to move around in a short time. Now even if I say so, you have to Stand by your statement?"

"Luke, let's recruit them all, we..."

Just as Manny was about to speak, Luke quickly covered his mouth: "Hey, we have nothing to recruit, we just heard noises in your house, so we came to see, Uncle Ron, is it possible that your ex-daughter Friends coming back to party again?"

As Luke spoke, he sneaked towards the door, and Ron watched his reaction with more satisfaction.

Ron took a step to the side, blocking Luke's way. Just when Luke thought he was going to be reprimanded by Ron, unexpectedly Ron said happily: "OK, you don't need to sneak around my door, prepare to sneak Let's go, I declare that you are qualified."

"Qualified? What qualified?" Luke was at a loss.

"You passed the test." Seeing that Luke still had a puzzled expression on his face, Ron continued to explain to him: "Before your mother was worried about your going to college, and even wanted me to write it for you. Letter of recommendation, lest you fail to study in the future."

"Oh my God! How can my mother do this? Is he so unconfident in me?" Luke pouted dissatisfied.

"Please, our whole family has no confidence in you. Don't you know what your grades are?" Manny rolled his eyes and complained, "Your grades are not even as good as Hailey's. You should be thankful if you can get your high school diploma smoothly." .”

What Manny said was heart-wrenching, but it was true. Luke's grades were basically at the same level as those of sports students, but she herself was not a sports major, nor had she ever participated in any competitions. score.

Of course, the coaches of various universities will not waste precious spots on such an ordinary person.

Therefore, Luke's college entrance has become a long-standing problem.

When Ron and Claire talked about this topic before, they suggested that Luke should go to the secret service school, which is the school he graduated from with Hobbs, Bone and others. No matter how bad the grades are, as long as they pass the examination You can enroll after an interview with an official.

Ron happened to have a part-time job as an examiner.

"Wow! That's so cool! Luke, if this news gets out, we'll be able to get a lot of girls!"

Like all high school students who are full of hormones, Manny's first thought is to pick up girls: "This way we don't have to hold a special party for two exchange students in the future, and there will be countless parties to invite us to!"

Luke was the same, too, but he was so busy grinning silly that he didn't even notice the smirk curled up on the corner of Ron's mouth.

"Don't be so excited. You just passed the preliminary psychological test. It is not so easy to go to the secret service school. You still need to pass many tests, such as speed, strength, agility, observation, and logical thinking. No, the most important thing is that you have to learn unarmed combat and use various weapons, have you practiced any sports skills before?"

"Uh... I often play trampoline with my dad, and I can do a lot of things on the trampoline."

"Well, that means you have no foundation at all." Ron shook his head helplessly: "It seems that you will be busy this holiday, but these are things that will come later, the first thing you need to do now is how to deal with Claire well." .”

After Ron finished speaking, the door opened again, and Claire and Goliath walked in.

"Hi Ron, when did you get back?"

"Not long after I came back, I received a smoke alarm message at home, so I stopped by to take a look. This is for you, ladies," Ron walked to the door and turned back to wave to Luke: "Tomorrow at nine o'clock in the morning, The place where I took you to shoot, I will hold a little test there, don't forget."

Claire thought in his heart: "Luke, has Ron told you everything? Are you willing to go to that special school? Before you make a decision, I have to remind you that despite Ron's assurances to me, It's still a dangerous job, and I'd rather you be like other kids who don't want you to be in danger even if they go to community college."

"Needless to say, Mom, I want to try, besides, Uncle Ron has been living well..."

Outside the door, Ron, who heard the conversation, showed an imperceptible smile on his face, and walked towards the car.

Early the next morning, at the underground training ground of the IRS special operations team, before Ron came, the three little guys had already arrived. They were led to a special room by Andy and left. The three young figures We can only stare at each other here.

"Hey! If you amateurs want to hit the target as usual, hurry up and don't hang around in front of me, it's really an eyesore!" Carl was the first to speak, and said in a bad tone.

"We're not here to shoot targets today, we're here to participate in Ron's agent training, Gallagher, my God, it's already 09:30, why hasn't Ron come yet?"

Although Karl and Lukemani are students in the same school, they don't talk much either at school or at Ron's training ground.

It can be said that they have disliked each other for a long time. Carl looks down on Luke and Manny's pampering of rich children, and Luke and Manny also look down on Carl's street hooliganism.

However, the unfriendly tone did not scare away Manny and Luke. Manny straightened the collar of his suit seriously, and looked at his watch. He looked like an elegant British gentleman, which made Carl disgusted.

"Agent? Just you? Hehe." Karl couldn't help sneering when he saw Manny's chubby figure wrapped in a British suit.

"Hi! We were invited by Ron himself."

"To be precise, I was the only one invited by Uncle Ron, and you are going to follow yourself." Luke said helplessly.

However, before Manny could speak, Carl suddenly put on a vicious expression: "I don't care why you came here, just listen to the rich young masters."

"Agent is not the kind of house-playing game you see in Hollywood blockbusters, but an extreme job that hovers on the edge of life and death at any time. Only by putting everything aside. You can survive the mission, like you You are an inexperienced rookie, you should go home and drink milk!"

However, what the three little guys didn't know was that when the three of them were arguing endlessly with each other, Ron had a panoramic view of the performance of the three of them through a one-way glass.

Instead of being late, Ron watched them from behind the glass and commented on the performance of the three of them.

"What do you think of these three little guys? Do you think they have the potential to become top secret agents? Arthur."

"I think Carl may have a chance, and the other two should go back to college as soon as possible." Arthur was obviously not optimistic about Manny Luke: "People who can't even shoot accurately are not qualified to be agents."

"That's not necessarily the case. Don't forget, Karl has been training here since he was a child. He spends more time robbing than touching pens. It's a matter of course that his marksmanship is better than the other two. We should pay more attention to their others. Aspects of potential." Hanke expressed different opinions.

"Are you talking about potential in other areas?" Arthur sneered, and threw three files in front of Hank, which contained the physical test data of the three children at school: "Look at the performance of these children at school, That little fat guy took 30 seconds to run the [-] meters! At this speed, even my grandma can easily hit him without reading glasses, and let him become an agent, purely to die. Do you hate that child? Hank."

"Idiot! Didn't you listen to what the boss said? What he wants are agents, don't use your killer standards to demand these children! Agents are different from killers. Sometimes, they don't even need to fight. More importantly, other In terms of talents, I noticed that the little fat man has a good literary level, and his poems have even participated in competitions."

"Really? Then you'd better hope that when a bullet is shot at him, he can turn the bullet by reciting a poem, or you can only hope that his body fat can cancel the kinetic energy of the bullet."

"Hey! Hey! I just want you to discuss, don't be so excited about your views on the children, okay?" Seeing that his two subordinates were about to quarrel, Ron quickly stopped:

"I admit that compared to Manny, Carl, who has carried out missions with us, looks tougher, but as Hank said, not all agents are aggressive. Harmful temperament will also make him the capital of an excellent agent, this temperament will make him very easy to mix into any occasion."

"But why is your discussion limited to the comparison of Carl and Manny? Would you like to talk about your views on Luke?"

"The academic performance is at the bottom. This child may not be very good at studying, and his appearance is not outstanding. He looks ordinary."

"Sports performance is average, not bad, but definitely has nothing to do with excellence. The only bright spot is good balance."

Arthur and Hank talked to each other, and they were surprisingly consistent in their evaluation of Luke: mediocre.

But Ron doesn't think so, he is mediocre. This evaluation may appear a little mediocre when applied to ordinary people, but it may be an advantage when applied to agents.

Becoming the most eye-catching focus of the crowd like Manny is not necessarily a good thing, on the contrary, it is more likely to be targeted. On the contrary, it is the kind of mediocre characters that you may even ignore at a glance, which are often more crucial. effect.

More importantly, Luke's excellent psychological quality is not reflected in this material.

"Then let us wait and see and see which of them will perform better."

Ron said, pressing the button on the table and the disturbing siren sounded in the waiting room of three people.

"What's going on?" Manny said in a panic.

As soon as the words fell, Luo's voice sounded in the room: "Children, do you see the three boxes in the room? Open it and take out the contents."

The three of them opened the box as instructed, and took out three strange-looking bags from it.

"You may not know this thing, let me introduce it to you," Ron continued in a playful voice, "This thing is called a body bag, each of you take one, write your name on the bag, and your immediate family Contact information of next of kin, because maybe you will be stuffed into this bag and shipped out in a while."

"What!" Manny was shocked: "Didn't you say this is a test? Why would I die here?!"

"Uncle Ron, we were wrong, we shouldn't be having a party at your house, please let us out!"

Of the three little guys, two were already in a panic. Only Carl picked up the bench and threw it at the door of the room, but the bench had no effect except for scratches on the door. The door was far bigger than expected. more solid.

"Please, this is an agent test. Do you think it's a play in school? In the agent test, the people you eliminate can only die. Only those who survive to the end are eligible to become agents."

"Has the death chamber we inspected last time been cleaned up?" Ron blocked the microphone with his hand and turned to Hank.

"It has been cleaned up, and safety measures have been installed," Hank showed a worried expression: "But is it too cruel to test these children with those secret rooms designed by perverts? Even if there is really no danger."

"No, it's not cruel at all. Don't forget, no one on the battlefield will sympathize with their opponents. If they really become agents, others will only be more cruel."

Ron shook his head and took the microphone away: "You will be thrown into a secret room in a while, and only those who come out of the secret room will be eligible for the recommendation of the secret service school. I solemnly remind you that this is the same as playing in an amusement park with you." The secret room is different, if you are not careful, you will really die~
So now, the testing begins! "

After Ron finished speaking, a large amount of smoke suddenly spewed out from the nozzle in the room, and the three little guys passed out not long after.

(End of this chapter)