Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"Hey! Be careful, she must live!" The big black man stopped his men who were about to shoot: "She has our prototype virus in her body, so what if I don't let them go?"

"Then you can only get a corpse carrying the virus." Heidi said firmly.

"Then I can only ask you to stay here together..."

Just as the black man was mid-sentence, the wall next to him exploded with a loud bang. Broken bricks and dust flew into the air. Hobbes and Decker saw the opportunity and immediately knocked down the soldiers around them. shooting.

"Beep, beep, beep!" A red light lit up on the gun.

"Sorry, you can't use this gun. You need gloves with chips." The black man climbed out of the masonry and laughed mockingly.

But he didn't have the chance to laugh for too long, because not long after the wall collapsed, Ron's power mecha crashed out of the breach, making the hole in the wall even bigger.

"OK, Guan, I've discovered them," Ron turned on the speaker: "What are you three waiting for? Let's go! Leave this to me!"

After Ron yelled, the three of them hurriedly got into the big hole behind Ron as if they were waking up from a dream.

Before the black man and his men could stop them, a string of bullets, or rather bullets, would be more appropriate to call them artillery shells. The three barrels of the 20mm caliber Gatling cannon were spinning rapidly, each one deadly. The shells reduced every target they hit to a pulp.

Yes, it is meat in the true sense. Except for the limbs that were not directly hit, there is still a trace of human shape, and the whole body no longer looks like a human being. This is the direct power of a large caliber.

At the same time, the three Hobbes also snatched the gloves of the Aidian soldiers, and then used Heidi as a shield to deal a heavy blow to the Aidian soldiers.

"We don't need you here, you go quickly!" Ron frowned. Although they relied on the broken wall and Ron's own mecha, they were in an absolute advantage, but more and more Aidian soldiers were surrounding them. .

If this continues, they will definitely be arrested.

"Then what do you do?" Hobbes asked worriedly.

"Don't worry, I'm a mecha, they can't do anything to me." Just after Ron finished speaking, an anti-tank rocket came. Ron quickly lowered his head and narrowly avoided it. He added with lingering fear: "Most of them situation."

"Wish you good luck~" Hobbes shrank from the blast of air and quickly jumped on a truck to escape with them.

"Hurry up and catch them!" The big black man immediately waved his gun and ordered his men to catch Heidi and the others, but just as he raised his hand, he was hit in two by a large-caliber machine gun shell.

"Hey! Your opponent is me, and I haven't congratulated you for getting another arm." Ron was unhappy and used a row of artillery shells to suppress the Aidian soldiers again, and immediately called Guan Yuming: "Guan, now you are facing The entire thermal electric field is covered with all-round firepower!”

"All-round fire coverage?! Are you crazy!!!" Guan Yuming simply doubted his ears: "You are still in there!"

"Don't worry about it! Just do as I say!" Ron fought and retreated until he retreated behind the hole, then suddenly swung it from his waist, and three disk-like objects were thrown into the other side of the hole.

"FXXK! That's a Broadsword anti-tank mine! Get down!" The big black man's eyes were splitting. After shouting, he quickly got into the triangle formed by the wall that had just been blown down by Ron's Gatling cannon. Little did he know that , this behavior inadvertently saved his life.

Just after he got into the triangle safety belt formed by the fallen wall, countless rockets with ear-piercing screams rained down into the old power station.

The sound of "booming" explosions was heard endlessly behind Ron. Ron had already forgotten all of this and had only one thought in his mind, which was to run as hard as he could.

The speed of the power mecha was driven to the maximum by Ron. Finally, before the last flash of fire was about to engulf him, Ron jumped out of the explosion range of the rocket.

"I'm going to go! What the hell is that!" Hobbs felt that his whole body was not well. The last time was in London, and the last time was in Brazil. He felt like there was another big mouthful... The pot was falling from the sky and was about to fall on him.

"If you guessed correctly, it should be a Russian military drone. Come on, smile brightly~" Ron pointed at the drone hovering above his head and smiled.

"Click~"

Drone photos have emerged of Hobbs standing in front of an old power plant that was bombed into rubble.

"Believe me, within an hour, this photo will appear on the desk of the Russian Ministry of Defense and the Emperor." Ron waited until the drone left, then opened the mecha and jumped out.

"You let me take the blame again! Oh my god! This will definitely cause a diplomatic conflict between the two countries!"

"No, let's be clear. This is your job, and I'm just here to help. As for diplomatic conflicts, you don't have to worry. Between the United States and the Soviet Union, it has long been common for agents to work in each other's countries. As long as we can quickly Just end this and give Russia a reasonable explanation, and then everything will be fine."

Ron shrugged and turned to look at brother and sister Deckard Xiao: "How is it? Have you taken out the virus extractor?"

"Here, but the instrument has been completely damaged." Dyke Xiao's face looked a little ugly.

Heidi pretended to be relaxed and patted her brother on the shoulder: "It seems that the second option is gone. Only the first option is left. You'd better shoot me directly in the head. This will make me die faster." , less pain.”

"Heidi!" Deckard Xiao blushed: "There must be a way, we can fix it!"

"But now we have soldiers chasing us in front of us and wanted people behind us, where can we go to repair?!" Heidi finally could no longer maintain the pretended calmness: "Now the lives of everyone in the world are in our hands! Admit it! it's all over!"

"No, it's not over yet!" Deckard shouted desperately, but he didn't expect that this time he was not alone. Ron put a hand on his shoulder.

"Yes, I also think everything is not over yet," Ron took a few steps forward: "Allow me to interrupt your family's internal affairs, but I do know someone who can repair this instrument."

"Ron, if you are talking about the little man from Caltech, I also admit his strength, but we may not be able to go back to the United States now. If we go back to the United States now, there will be an endless pursuit waiting for us, and there is no time at all. Fix the machine and quietly take the virus out.”

"You mean Howard? I'm not talking about him." Ron smiled, shook his head, and looked at Hobbes: "I'm talking about someone you know, or are very familiar with."

"Are you talking about... no, no, no, you can't know him!" Hobbes shook his head in disbelief and stepped back.

"What are you talking about?" Guan Yuming asked curiously, looking at the people who were behaving strangely.

"We're talking about someone's dark history, yes, I'm talking about Jonah." Ron crossed his arms proudly: "Jonah Hobbes, Hobbes's biological brother, has plenty of time on the road, so it's not as good as what we have now How about just setting off and talking while we walk?”

Before Luke Hobbs became an FBI agent, he had a dark history of following his immigrant father everywhere to commit crimes. It must be said that it was precisely because of this criminal experience that he laid a solid foundation for becoming an excellent agent. .

Therefore, the criminals who were brought to justice by Hobbes actually did not suffer at all, isn't there a saying? The more you become a criminal, the more you understand the methods of criminals. Their tricks are simply too childish compared to those played by Father Hobbes.

But later, when Hobbs discovered that his father was getting more and more playful, and if he was not careful, he might even bury the entire family, he really chose to betray him and personally reported his father to the judicial department...

"...The above is the dark history of Hobbes. How about it? Is there anything else I missed?"

On a road on an island in the Independent State of Samoa, Ron, who was sitting in the back seat, asked Hobbes in front of him. He had already talked about Hobbes' dark history all the way.

"No, I'm just curious about how you know this? I've obviously never mentioned it to you." Hobbes said depressedly.

"Remember that time you almost failed the operation? As the last registrar to register the death, I have the obligation to send your pension to your real relatives, Jonah, who I met at that time."

Ron said easily: "Hey! I said that if you really don't know how to talk to Jonah, why don't I go and tell him that over the years, my relationship with him may be closer than that between your brothers. We We have always maintained a business partnership.”

"No, I'd better go by myself." Hobbes took a deep breath, parked the car at the door of a large wooden house, walked up and knocked on the door.

"Fifty pounds, bet him to get punched in the face." Deckard Shaw gloated in Ron's ear.

"Please, can you please be more professional when trying to swindle money?" Ron rolled his eyes: "In his situation, it wouldn't be surprising even if he was beaten to death."

With a bang, the door opened, and a slightly shorter Hobbes with a beard came out: "Do you know what will happen next?"

"Of course." Hobbes nodded.

As expected, Jonah punched Hobbes hard in the face, causing Hobbes to fall to the ground.

"Look, it's not just me, everyone wants to beat him up." Deckard Shaw shrugged.

"How dare you come back?! Your face has been on the news. You are not welcome here! Officer!" Jonah cursed and walked out of the room: "It's really... OMG, Ron, you actually came with him Come on! Come in quickly, have you eaten? I'll have someone prepare something to eat for you."

As soon as he saw Ron, Jonah immediately changed his face, and his differential treatment was clearly reflected in his greetings and inquiries.

Although in the eyes of most people, Ron and Hobbes are elite agents belonging to two different camps. Because of their overlapping business relationships, they are likely to be sworn enemies. There is no doubt that the two of them would fight each other as soon as they met. illustrates this point.

But what no one knows is that the two were once good brothers who came out of a training camp. They could give each other's backs to each other's best friends, so when Hobbes disappeared, Ron took the initiative to help him shoulder the responsibility. relieved the burden of taking care of my hometown.

After Ron took over the IRS Special Operations Team and gained his own independent financial resources, he even set his sights on Hobbs' hometown, Samoa, located in the middle of the Pacific.

Because of Jonah's own mechanical talent and the special needs of some of Olof's customers, Ron established a modification base here mainly composed of members of the Hobbes family.

Various Wuling-chassis modified tanks running on the African continent, such as those with machine guns, anti-aircraft guns, and even tank turrets installed on truck chassis, all kinds of magically modified vehicles were born here!

But the only bad thing is that this place is subject to the requirements of the head woman of the Hobbes family. She believes that guns are unlucky objects, so although there are countless weapons for modification on the island, there is not a single bullet. Or cannonballs.

"There are such shameless people in the world, right?" Ron glanced at Hobbes proudly: "To be honest, I also know that he is indeed shameless, but now I am short of people, so I can only take this shameless person with me. I’ll introduce you to you, as you can see, I brought Hobbes, and besides that, I also have my number one and my number two.”

Deckard Shaw was taunting Hobbes in his ear, "I see how Ron is more like his brother than you." Suddenly, he was given the name of his number two subordinate, which immediately earned Hobbes a cold look and ridicule.

"Sorry to bring trouble to you, but I really need your help now." Ron took the instrument from the trunk to Jonah's hand: "Help me take a look at this thing, I need you to use the shortest Time will fix it.”

"This..." Just as Jonah took over the machine, a slipper suddenly flew over and hit him on the head.

"I said, no fighting here!" A fat old woman came out of the house holding a slipper. It was obvious that the slipper dart was made by her, but when she saw Hobbes' He was stunned for a moment: "Isn't this my Luke? My big baby is finally home~"

The old woman's eyes were filled with tears. Ron lowered his head in Hobbes' ear and said, "Why don't you hurry up and stay with your mother!"

Hobbes didn't wait for Ron to finish speaking, then stood up from the ground, ran over and hugged her: "Mom, I'm back."

Taking advantage of the deep love between their mother and son, Ron pulled Jonah aside and asked, "What's going on with the Russian I sent here some time ago?"

"I let him live in the back factory with another Russian guy you sent before. They seem to get along very well."

"Okay, how about the thing I asked the Russian to make? Is it useful?" Ron asked eagerly.

"It was made a week ago. I tried that thing once before, and it works very well!" Jonah was full of praise for the Russian thing Ron sent: "As long as you open it, even if it is on the sea more than ten kilometers away from the island, Everyone will be affected."

"That's great," Ron nodded with satisfaction: "It seems like this crisis should be able to be dealt with."