Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"Now, start taking action!" Hobbes gave the order, and his subordinates who were professional mercenaries began to unload the equipment from the plane one by one in an orderly manner.

"Agent Hobbs, I am the police chief of Rio de Janeiro." The local police chief greeted him enthusiastically: "I deeply regret that your personnel died in the line of duty. Is it necessary to go to such great lengths for these two people?"

The sound of a heavy-duty off-road vehicle getting off the plane startled him.

"Let me tell you how these two people are capable." Hobbs had no intention of slowing down for him. He said as he walked: "One of them is a former FBI agent. He has been an undercover agent for five years and has done a lot of research on ours. The plan is clear.”

"The other is a professional recidivist who has escaped from prison twice and has spent most of his life on the run from the police."

The police chief ran all the way, panting a little: "Okay, if there is anything I can do to help..."

"Only two things. First, I need a translator."

"No problem, we have many..."

Seemingly casually, Hobbs pulled out a piece of information from the folder and handed it over: "Elena Neves, a patrol officer. That's her, just do as you please."

"Why her? We have a lot of good, well-trained police officers."

"I like her smile." Hobbes gave a thoughtful but seemingly nonsensical answer.

In fact, he had already gone through all the information on the plane, and came to the conclusion that Barak's gang must have a deep collusion with the police station. He can guarantee that the police station did not tell them all, but at least one part. Most of the people accepted Barak's black money!

That's why he adopted such a cold attitude towards the chief of the local police station.

The only person who might be on his side was the police officer whose name he had just given. Her husband was shot to death by a drug gang just last month, and she and Barak had a sworn hatred.

No matter what his abilities are, at least he won't rebel.

"Okay," the police chief compromised: "What's the second thing?"

Hobbes, who had already walked to the car, turned around coldly: "Don't f*cking hinder me from doing what I'm doing."

Hobbes did not hesitate to use the last word starting with "F". Although he knew that it would not help, he just didn't feel happy about it.

On the other side, the three people from Toretto had dismantled the beautiful sports car into parts.

the next day.

Ron did not continue to lead everyone to fish together in the office as usual, but found an open area not far from the office and took everyone there.

Including little Carl, who was wearing a janitor's costume, and he was talking proudly to Arthur. Judging from Arthur's expression, Carl's topic made him unhappy.

Not far after walking on the grass, Andy was already sweating profusely: "BOSS, if you plan to take everyone out for a walk today, I suggest you walk slower so that I, an old man, can keep up. .”

"Don't put yourself in the ranks of the elderly, Andy, you are only over fifty." Ron almost slapped Andy to the ground: "Besides, I also said that you don't need to come out. "

"So, what are we doing here with all this stuff? How far do we have to go?" Hank threw the things on his shoulders to the ground and gasped.

"That's it." Ron estimated the distance, picked up the metal rings with brackets that had been thrown on the floor, and inserted them directly into the ground: "Now, insert these iron rings into the ground according to the shapes marked on my diagram. .”

"Today I want to recruit a new member, but I plan to play something different. I sent an email yesterday and invited a bunch of people to come for interviews. They will drive my drone and fly through these hoops one by one according to the serial number. Go through, you will be the referee in a moment, help me find the fastest person."

As Arthur worked, he complained: "What's the point? Is it just idle and boring?"

"No, it's just that I found that if I could have a dedicated drone controller in my team to help us conduct reconnaissance from a better angle or coordinate operations, it would make everything a little easier."

"BOSS, can I participate?" Karl raised his hands excitedly.

"No, no, no," Ron touched Carl's crewhead: "You are just a child, and California law clearly prohibits the use of child labor."

"But he's already your cleaner." Arthur said pointedly.

Carl continued to look at him helplessly, and Ron shrugged helplessly: "This is different. The job of a cleaner is more like mowing the neighbor's lawn. It is just a way for children to earn pocket money, but my helplessness A human-machine pilot is different, he has to fight for his life."

"Desperately?" The fire of interest in Karl's eyes burned even brighter: "Is it really that exciting?"

Thinking back to the last time I participated in an operation, it seemed like it really happened! 0

"I want to participate too! If you don't let me participate, I will steal another plane while you are not paying attention." Karl began to rack his brains: "Oh no! I will poke holes in the XX prepared by my sister and let you... …”

Smelling the boss's gossip, everyone put down their work and looked like they were watching a good show. Ron quickly covered Carl's big mouth: "Okay, as long as Fiona agrees to your participation, I will allow it."

"YES!" Karl jumped up excitedly.

Sure enough, after hearing that she was working for Ron, Fiona agreed without asking what the job was. Ron had no choice but to hold his nose and admit it.

On the grass in the park, there were gradually more and more people, and little otakus with thick glasses and pale faces began to gather around Ron.

"BOSS, do you really plan to recruit an agent from these nerds to perform missions with us?" Hank looked at the young otakus who came to apply, with a disdainful smile on his face.

"I suspect they will wet their pants before they go to the battlefield. If you don't want to bring a few extra diapers every time, I think Carl Jr. is more reliable, although I don't want my children to be involved in this job. middle."

"No, I think they can do it completely," Ron objected: "Don't hold them to the standards of soldiers, otherwise you will only think that none of them can do it."

"If not by the standards of soldiers, what standards should we use?"

"Of course it's the player's standard." Ron's mouth curved in a nice arc: "Driving a drone to work on the battlefield is just like playing a game, so as long as you play the game well, I think I'm qualified for this job. .”

These people were all experts recruited by Ron from the flight shooting game forum, and Ron had full confidence in them.