Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"Hobbes?"

Ron was a little surprised when he answered the phone. This was the ace agent of the FBI. Because he was trying to grab credit, he always had some issues with him, and the relationship was not very good. He almost never contacted him except when they were cooperating on cases.

"You said you had plastic surgery, how could I know you?" Ron leaned on the car and said angrily: "Who did you look like after plastic surgery? Why don't you sneak it to a place where no one is and check it out carefully? I promise I will never expose you. .”

He kept talking, but Ron made up his mind to hang up the phone soon and call the FBI to complain. Regardless of whether he did it or not, it would definitely be enough for him to have a good drink.

As competitors, the two often trip up each other, and this is purely routine.

"It seems to be a little star named Emma Watson." Hobbs looked at Emma's face and said uncertainly.

But he immediately added: "It's the one in the movie where a group of kids poke each other with sticks! My daughter loved watching it and told me to help her get an autograph if I had the chance. Damn it, I forgot the name of the movie. What's it called, Owen, what's the name of that movie?"

Hobbes asked his men for help.

"Lord of the Rings?"

"No, I remember Lord of the Rings. It was about an old man who was very good at fighting and a bunch of dwarves. There were no female characters in it."

Another unreliable subordinate: "Could that be The Wizard of Oz? I remember there was magic in that movie."

"Harry Potter?" Ron felt something was wrong and tentatively interrupted their discussion and asked.

"Yes, that's the name!"

"Hobbes, where are you now? You're not in Los Angeles, right?" Ron's bad feeling became stronger and stronger.

"Hahaha," Hobbes said with a proud smile: "Of course, old Jack is getting older. He will retire soon. I am here to replace him. I heard that you are in Los Angeles, so I took the initiative to apply. I have already I told you, don’t get rid of me.”

"You idiot with big limbs, you are in trouble!" Ron stroked his forehead: "The one you caught is the female star!"

"What?! How is that possible!" Hobbes said incredulously: "We obviously got the information from special communications from al-Qaeda undercover agents, and even their entire plan to blow up Hollywood!"

"I guess your intelligence source must have sent you the news through the Internet, right? In fact, I am also at the airport now, and she is the one I came to pick up today."

Ron asked speechlessly, Emma must have been pranked. As for who did it, is there any need to ask?

It must be Peggy!

"How do you know? But if it wasn't a terrorist attack, who would do such a thing? What is his purpose?"

"Maybe it's just boring?" Ron rolled his eyes towards the sky. You can't say it's because of jealousy of my women, right?

The whole story was instantly deduced in Ron's mind: Peggy was furious after checking the message Emma sent to him, so she stole the account of the FBI's undercover agent in Al Qaeda and sent them a false intelligence.

There is no doubt that wherever there is an Internet, Peggy is the absolute queen.

The purpose was to punish Emma, ​​and looking at it now, the prank was very successful.

"I told you a long time ago, big guy!" Emma kicked Hobbs' calf hard with her little leather-shoeed leg. Unexpectedly, the calf was so strong that her toes were in pain.

"Let me go quickly!"

Hobbs motioned for his men to let go. Emma rubbed her pinched wrist and glared hatefully at the FBI agents who were surrounding her.

"I'm so sorry ma'am," Hobbs, as the boss of everyone, awkwardly touched his bald head and apologized: "I didn't know you were really not a terrorist. We may have received false intelligence."

"Who is your leader? I will definitely complain to your FBI!"

Hobbs was quite experienced in handling complaints. He immediately took out a notebook and made a note: "Okay, I'm the boss. You can complain to me now."

"Humph!" Emma was so angry at his attitude that she immediately turned her head away, planning to stay away from this violent guy.

"etc!"

Emma turned around: "Anything else, officer, do you want to continue arresting me?"

"No, you haven't picked up your luggage yet. Do you want me to take you and your luggage to the door?" Hobbs held up Emma's small pink suitcase in a friendly manner and opened the door of the Hummer with one hand as an invitation.

"Huh!" Emma looked at the road from the airport to the exit and sat in the car angrily.

…

At the airport gate, Ron met Emma...and Hobbes who looked embarrassed.

On the way out, he had verified with the intelligence source. The intelligence that there were terrorists on the plane was indeed false. You may not believe it, but the FBI undercover actually used code words to communicate on Twitter.

No wonder Peggy's account was hacked. It's just a code word. It's not trivial to Peggy. It's estimated that Peggy has been keeping an eye on this account for a long time.

"Ron." Hobbes greeted naively.

"Hmph!" Emma on the other side of the car door didn't want to stay in their car for a moment longer. She dragged her luggage directly to Ron's car and slammed the door.

Hobbes stretched out his hand awkwardly: "Sorry."

"Welcome to Los Angeles," Ron didn't shake his hand and gave him a high-five: "Welcome is just an official statement. In fact, you know, I don't welcome you at all. Can you please go back to where you came from? go?"

"Of course not." Hobbes took advantage of the high-five to grab Ron's palm and squeeze it hard, but unfortunately he didn't gain any advantage in terms of strength: "How do you say that Chinese word?"

"The ghost lingers."

"Yes, it's just that the ghost is still there. One day I will defeat you."

Ron withdrew his hand and took a wet wipe from the car to wipe it with disgust: "You didn't just transfer here for such a boring reason, did you?"

"No," when he got down to business, Hobbs' eyes became sharp again: "Barack's case has brought shame to the superiors. It's time for old Jack to retire, and I can catch him in a week at most."

Having said this, Hobbs felt an astonishing aura. Ron noticed that Hobbs's entire action team was in the convoy. This guy was truly an action man.

"As a friendly reminder, Barak has now fled to Mexico. I wish you good luck~"

"When did it happen?!" Hobbes said in shock as his intelligence was obviously still lagging behind.

"Just yesterday, my men and I took away all his drugs." A mischievous look appeared on Ron's face, just like the funny expression on the chat tool: "The firefight was very fierce, and Barak's men actually carried RPGs. Rocket launcher, but fortunately my men were not injured.

How about your FBI? No one was hurt, right? I saw a rocket that seemed to be aimed at your helicopter. "