Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Of course Anonymous has the authority to pardon Toretto, but if he wants to get this pardon, Toretto must also prove that he has corresponding value, and more importantly, he must be willing to come.

Ron believed that Hobbs would find the all-important bait that Toretto would be willing to come back to.

"Arthur, Hank, if you have nothing to do recently, you'd better practice your marksmanship more," Ron said in the office: "Especially you, Hank, you seem to have gained some weight recently."

"You know, on the battlefield, fat men are much more popular with opponents than thin men, because the target is larger and can be easily hit with almost no aiming."

Hank felt Ron's profound malice towards the fat people as a group.

Did I get fat and eat your rice?

"BOSS, I think as a sniper, a greater weight will help offset the recoil caused by the gun, thus improving shooting accuracy." Hank said nonsense.

Even a three-year-old child wouldn't believe this. Ron curled his lips and said, "Then, my dear sniper, what should you do when you fail to kill the target and expose your position at the same time?"

"I can't miss!" Hank said decisively: "Just like BOSS said, there is a limit to the accuracy that a person can achieve simply by aiming by hand!

However, if we change our thinking and carry out an all-round bombing of the target location, we can be truly foolproof! "

Hank's eyes were firm, like a pilgrim saint: "As long as the target is a normal human being, no one can escape within the five-meter radius of the explosion!"

Good guy! Ron called him a good guy!

Is Hank possessed? When Ron used the theory of the Large Caliber Cult to fool him, he dared to shout the explosion radius to two meters!

The explosion radius is five meters! What do you want to do? This power is almost as powerful as a 150mm howitzer! Are you going to fight? asshole!

"Uh,,,so, are you starting to feel less satisfied with that LG-5 sniper grenade launcher?"

"No, LG-5 is a very bad girl," Hank gently wiped the body of the gun as gently as he was wiping his lover's body: "But men will always change. They want to be bigger and stronger. This in itself It’s not a mistake.”

Listening to Hank's scumbag speech, Ron also fell into deep thought. If he remembered correctly, this beginning was probably the beginning of Fast and Furious 6. If Ron remembered correctly, that madman Owen would also drive the tank. Hit the streets and race with Toretto!

That's a tank! The current firepower alone does not seem to be enough, and the anti-equipment gun given to Hank some time ago is almost useless.

Anti-material sniper rifles can only deal with the weak armor of the previous generation of main battle tanks, but in the original novel, the one Owen drives around the streets is the latest German main battle tank!

Arthur, who was maintaining his weapons, sneered. This damn fat man must be thinking of nothing.

Unexpectedly, as soon as this thought flashed through Arthur's mind, he was immediately slapped in the face by Ron: "What you said makes sense. I hope you can communicate with me more about new weapons in the future." I will find a way to solve it.”

Ron said thoughtfully, and Arthur's mentality collapsed.

"BOSS, I..." Arthur, who was always used to showing others a cold image, didn't know how to speak for a moment.

Ron patted Arthur on the shoulder: "Don't worry, you also have a share. Everyone has a share in these moral upgrades. By the way, Andy, would you like to get some equipment for you too?"

Andy put down the account book in his hand and shook his head in refusal: "No, let's forget it. I'm still more suitable for clerical jobs. At most, I can do something similar to Batman's butler."

It was Ron's habit to do it immediately when he thought of it. When he came out of the office, Ron immediately called Olof.

"Listen, I need some new guys now, heavy firepower, you know? The kind that can take out tanks."

"Kill the tank? It depends on the specific model of the tank. If you are talking about the old Soviet Union equipment of the last century that was equipped by the Middle East army, the most popular RPG on the market can do it. The premise is that you want to The rocket launcher was sent within ten meters of the tank."

Orlov, as a professional arms dealer, introduced it skillfully.

"No, if what I want is this kind of ordinary stuff, I can handle it myself. Listen, I want good stuff. Good stuff, you know? The kind that can solve all troubles remotely."

Ron vented his dissatisfaction into the receiver.

"The problem is that the thing you want is difficult to get on the market now, do you understand?" Orlov's tone revealed helplessness: "Because of some military actions by the United States in the Middle East, this kind of thing is in very short supply.

In order to reduce the casualties of our own soldiers, this kind of thing is very tightly controlled, so it is really difficult to get your request. "

"Uh..." Ron didn't expect this: "Can't you even get me a javelin?"

The Javelin is an anti-tank missile currently in service with the US Army. It is launched from a launcher similar to a rocket launcher. It can basically have a good effect on all tanks currently in service.

"No! Not even one!" Orlov shook his head quickly: "Don't even think about all the standard equipment currently in service. If a similar equipment accidentally leaks from your hands to the hands of the resistance forces in the Middle East, all of us will lose our lives. The good times are over.”

"Okay, from your professional point of view, is there any reliable alternative equipment? It would be good if you can get it for me, and it is not so conspicuous, like the sniper grenade you got me last time, but it's a pity It cannot be used against tanks."

"You have to let me think about this..."

On the other side, after a period of violent interrogation, Hobbs finally confirmed from a captured terrorist that the leader of this operation was Owen Shaw.

Fortunately, he didn't hear the news that Deckard Shaw was with him, otherwise Hobbes would have had an even bigger headache, but even just one of the Shaw brothers would be uncomfortable enough for him.

He needed help, but fortunately, the video his men retrieved from the surveillance cameras contained exactly what he needed.

"Wait!" Hobbes stopped his men who were playing the surveillance video: "Rewind this video 15 seconds, yes! It's right here. Zoom in on that woman! Zoom in again!"

Immediately, under the control of technicians, the originally blurry image of the woman became clearer and clearer on the big screen. It was Letty!

"Yes, that's right! It's her!" Hobbes exclaimed in surprise.

"Man, are you attracted to her? Do you need me to remind you that this is a terrorist?" the black man asked with concern.

"No, she is not a terrorist, but our helper. Just wait and see."