Daily life of an American TV drama agent

On the roof of an office building in Los Angeles, two bald figures were running wildly on the roof like they were desperate. Ron, who was observing the building next door with a telescope, couldn't help but sigh.

In order to better observe the actions of the two killers, Ron found a great observation point in the building opposite and set up a high-powered telescope. From this angle, he could even vaguely see the figure who was wider than Hank through the curtains. Twice as many cult leaders harass new female secretaries.

"These two little scoundrels are really good at skills. How did that old cripple Harry give birth to such a son with such nimble legs and feet? Could it be that he is not his biological son?"

"BOSS, the information said that Harry's leg injury was caused by stepping on a landmine on the battlefield..." Hank looked at the information and was halfway correcting it, but was interrupted by Ron waving his hand.

"Then do you know what type of mine Harry stepped on?"

"This...I really don't know."

"It was Betty who jumped the thunder, and his son was born after he came back," Ron narrowed his eyes and said, "So now you understand why his son didn't inherit anything after old Harry died, right?"

"I understand BOSS, but I don't understand. Why are you telling me this?" Hank asked slightly confused.

"Think about it, what is the most valuable legacy Harry left? The house confiscated by the bank? Or the few bank deposits left?" Ron showed a playful expression:

"No, it's the assassination skills taught by old Harry. With this, he can make money no matter where he goes. The most interesting thing is that Arthur's identity is an orphan, and where he was born, old Harry was a soldier. I happened to be stationed there at that time, do you really think this is a coincidence?"

"Well, even if Arthur is Harry's illegitimate son, what does that do to us?"

"What do you think, I use this as a bargaining chip to recruit him? It's time for my special operations team to add a master with strong assault capabilities and proficiency in special operations."

After a series of infiltrations that Ron could not observe, the two killers appeared like ghosts in the cult leader's room when they reappeared. He had just injected himself with drugs and was entering the most "exhilarating" part.

At this moment, he really felt that God was talking to him.

But the killer standing next to him was destined to see only death.

Hank opened his mouth in surprise: "But he is obviously a killer!"

Ron patted Hank's shoulder with relief: "There is nothing magical about recruiting killers. In our intelligence agencies, this is often done, and you have to learn to adapt.

Not to mention a killer, even a drug dealer, as long as he is valuable, he is eligible to be recruited. You don't really think that the black boss selling fried chicken has established a nationwide sales network on his own, do you? "

"Is not it?"

"Of course not. If there was no trace of the CIA behind him, I wouldn't believe it." Ron curled his lips: "The CIA uses drugs to do things outside. It can be said to be a traditional entertainment, and it is an open secret in the intelligence circle.

Otherwise, you think I can’t see that there is something wrong with the account he handed us? Are you kidding? A drug sales network all over the country can only make so little profit. Who would believe it? If Uncle Fried Chicken really only has that little ability, he might as well find a class. "

Although Hank was the deputy director of the DEA before, his level was several steps lower than that of the IRS. These things were not within his reach at all. He was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth.

It was Ron who dragged his chin to help him close it, but with this information that shocked his three views, Hank found that it was not so difficult for him to accept the idea of ​​housing the killer.

"So, BOSS, what should we do?"

"I..." Just as Ron spoke, there was a burst of gunfire from the building next door. The whereabouts of the two Arthurs were finally discovered by the bodyguards of the cult leader, who immediately attacked them.

Ron opened the large travel bag at his feet, gave one of the two sniper rifles inside to Hank, and picked up the other one himself.

"Try not to reveal your identity. I'll find a chance to contact them later. You stay here to provide sniper support." After saying that, he set up his sniper rifle and aimed towards the opposite side.

Because at this moment, the gun battle upstairs had already reached the roof from the inside of the building. Arthur came out of the door and rolled to the edge of the roof. He stepped on the window sill downstairs and hid his whole body in the height difference. On the stage, two armed bodyguards have chased him to the top of the building.

But Arthur didn't fire.

"Haha, this unlucky guy, he ran out of bullets." Ron observed Arthur's embarrassing situation with the scope and couldn't help laughing.

"BOSS, I don't understand. Do you want to recruit him, or do you want him to die?"

"Remember what I just said? If he can't even solve this situation, there is no value in being recruited by me. Do you know how difficult it is to get an amnesty order from the FBI?"

The two idiot bodyguards who chased them on the roof of the building were searching for them, which gave Arthur a good chance to defeat them one by one.

Arthur continued to huddle under the rooftop without moving, until one of the bodyguards approached, suddenly got angry, popped his head out, grabbed the bodyguard's feet, pulled hard, and threw him off the roof.

The bodyguard fell heavily from the top of the building hundreds of meters to the ground, and instantly turned into a puddle of minced meat.

"It's tough enough, I like it." Ron licked his lips. He was extremely satisfied with the new subordinate who was about to arrive, but Hank thought of the minced meat sandwich he had eaten in the morning and felt a discomfort in his stomach.

Ron patted Hank on the shoulder: "Hey! Look, these two smart guys actually came up with such a great idea to slide down the ropeway from upstairs. It's time for you to lose weight. If it were you If so, this rope may not be able to bear your weight."

"If it were me, I wouldn't be in this situation. I would kill them before they push me there." Hank said unconvinced.

At this time, the killer team on the other side encountered some difficulties. When they were halfway down, a bodyguard finally discovered their plan, broke the window and shot them wildly as they were falling.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Several consecutive shots missed the two of them.

"Hank, help them." Ron ordered.

Hank had pointed his gun at the bodyguard's position from just now. When he heard the order, he moved his finger slightly, and a fatal bullet flew out of the gun barrel with a roar.

Right between the eyebrows.

The next moment, a bloody hole appeared on the bodyguard's forehead, and it fell from the window like a broken sack.

Ron was very satisfied with Guo Da's surprised expression through the scope: "Very good, now I'm going to say hello to our new friend."