Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Chapter 396 Doraemon Ron

"Is it necessary to go to so much trouble?" Ron said he didn't understand, and took out a small disk: "As long as we peel off the transparent tape on this side and stick it on, we will know the secret room in fifteen seconds. What’s behind the door?”

Ron said, about to tear off the transparent tape.

"OMG! What on earth are you thinking? What's the difference between us doing this and stealing openly? We are cultural relic thieves! Do you understand thieves?" Jack Chen was about to be driven crazy by Ron's whimsical ideas.

"Oh my God! How could there be an agent who doesn't know how to infiltrate? We need to take things away quietly instead of letting everyone know we are coming!" Jack Chen shouted at Ron in a low voice.

"Wait! Didn't you just get picked up from the airport by me? How did you bring these things on the plane? Where did you hide them?"

Halfway through Jack Chen's words, he suddenly realized something was wrong, and his eyes gradually became abnormal. When Ron got off the plane, he didn't carry any other luggage except a small suitcase. Although the bomb was not big, it was No matter how you look at it, you don't want it to fit in Ron's pocket, unless...

There is only one possibility. Jack Chen once heard that some drug dealers who transport human drugs can stuff up to twenty packages of drugs in some places. God knows how they do it?

But maybe the agents hide their equipment in the same way?

"You have already said that I am an agent, and I naturally have the skills of an agent. Can you please stop being so rude in your eyes? Things are not what you think? Believe it or not, I will take out the recoilless rifle in a minute and give it to you. Take a look?" Ron said angrily: "If you weren't Guan's only living relative, I would want to blow your head off right now."

Of course Jack Chen didn't believe that Ron could take out the recoilless rifle. It's not like he had never seen that thing before. It would be strange if it could be stuffed into the anus. Well, he still thought that Ron's body was where he hid the equipment. There was something indescribable, but I was very sensible and didn't expose him.

Although he was confident in his fists and kicks, there must be something special about Ron, who was called the strongest agent in the United States by his uncle, but hiding the equipment... on his body at all times was powerful enough.

Ron looked at him and knew he didn't believe it. In order to prove that he was not the same type of person as a certain old gangster named Gallagher, Ron had to do something.

"It seems that living in Europe for too long has made you forget the fact that the United States is the world's number one technological power. Look at it." Ron put his hand into his suit jacket and actually opened the pocket space.

In Jack Chen's horrified eyes, he actually took out a Gustav recoilless rifle made in Sweden from his pocket. Jack Chen's eyes almost fell out of his sockets.

"\u0026(*#@!" Jack Chen exclaimed a string of unexplained dialects. Even with Ron's Chinese proficiency, he couldn't figure out what dialect this was. Fortunately, he finally switched back to Mandarin: "Are you a magician? How did you do it?"

"This is super high-tech that only agents can use. Even if you tell me, you don't understand~" Ron showed a disdainful look: "This is the latest agent equipment. You can think of it as a portable equipment bag. , Have you seen Doraemon? It is similar to the four-dimensional pocket inside."

Of course, Ron didn't just show off in front of Jack Chen, but he had already planned it. As he will face more and more difficulties in the future, maybe one day, he will inevitably related to the system. Things are exposed in front of others, but before that, he at least needs to know what kind of excuses he can use to get past it.

Now it seems that this statement is surprisingly useful. Jack Chen believes it: "Today's technology is really powerful. It would be great if we could have one. I can steal more cultural relics every time. After only a few jobs, you can retire."

"Don't even think about it. This is top-secret black technology. It's not popular even among agents. It's only reserved for the top agents."

"Seriously, are you an agent? How did you manage to sneak in without anyone noticing?" Although Jack Chen still sounded suspicious, he couldn't help but show a hint of respect when talking to Ron.

"I have explained this problem to different people countless times, and I don't mind telling you again now," Ron spread his hands helplessly: "The best person in the world who can keep secrets is the dead. As long as we kill them all, Naturally, no one knows that I have been here, what do you think?"

"Haha, you must be kidding." Jack Chen continued to observe the bookshelf carefully while he was perfunctory. Finally, he made a new discovery: "Wait! I think I know what's going on!"

Jack Chen suddenly found clues in the books arranged in random order on the bookshelf. As if he had found a treasure, he entered the discovery that he had just had a flash of inspiration into the keyboard. Sure enough, with a "click", the door opened.

"Yeah!" Ron and Jack Chen high-fived and cheered, but immediately lowered their voices and sneaked in. As Jack Chen expected, inside was a storage room about two stories high, filled with all kinds of things.

"So the beast head is here? Where should we start looking for it?"

"Don't worry," Jack Chen took a deep breath and started to work. First he opened a few boxes at random. When he opened the second one, he found a bronze statue of a rat head, and Ron Liao found a rabbit in a foam box. The first bronze statue.

"OK! We found everything! Ron, let's go~" Jack Chen said excitedly.

But Ron looked at the other things in the collection room thoughtfully: "Wait a minute, I don't know much about art and antiques. How much do you think the other things in this room are worth?"

"Other things?" When Ron reminded him, Jack Chen's eyes immediately lit up: "Why do you feel like you are more of a thief than me?"

"Please, if you have to say who is the thief, there is no doubt that the owner of this manor is more suitable than us, or a robber is more suitable." Ron shook his head and denied: "I don't remember, the rat head and the rabbit head are French. s things.

More than 100 years ago, when they snatched these precious cultural relics from an ancient civilized country like bandits, they should have thought that one day, others would take these things back in the same way. "

"At least we haven't killed him or burned his house down. From this point of view, we are much more kind than the owner of this manor. Jack, look at what else is valuable here. Something?"

"Of course, but before I answer your question, tell me first, how much can your Doraemon pocket hold?"