The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 442 Memorial Meeting and Undercover

"It was my aunt who called just now. My mother said she was going to take a nap, but she never woke up again." Howard said, with a whimper in his voice in the next few words.

After saying this, he fell down on the sofa as if he had lost his strength. This sofa was moved out of his mother's house by Stuart and had accompanied him almost throughout his childhood. Howard finally felt a little comfort.

"Poor Howard." Bernadette hugged her husband immediately.

"Howard," Ron patted him on the shoulder: "I know losing a loved one is a very sad thing, but don't forget, you still have our friends by your side."

Howard booked the nearest flight to pick up his mother, and Sheldon's apartment became a place of mourning.

Because of this sudden incident, Sheldon Leonard finally stopped arguing, or Leonard was not in the mood to hold on to Sheldon's experiment with him. Anyway, this is not the first time, nor is it the last time.

"OK, I just called Howard, they are already at the airport, and he can hold on." Ron finished the call and returned to the living room: "Are you okay, Stuart?"

If there is anyone who has the closest relationship with Mrs. Vogowitz besides Howard, then it is only Stuart.

"I still can't believe it. She has already left. This woman took me in. Without her, I might be sleeping on the street."

"Some of us will definitely take you in." Amy comforted, but in exchange for Stuart's eyes, the others were also a little embarrassed.

"Really? Why didn't I think of anyone else besides Ron saying that." Stuart complained, which is actually the same, except that Ron mentioned to him that if you really have nowhere to go, you can trust him to his base , As long as you are responsible for cleaning, you can eat with Mr. Hannibal. No one else has expressed the same idea.

But Stuart refused, because Mr. Hannibal's cooking... It's not bad, it just tastes a little weird.

Rajesh was surprised: "Ron, did you take in Stuart? I thought you would only take in those good-looking girls."

Ron shrugged: "You can't really see him sleeping on the street, can you? Sorry, the mirrors I can provide you are really limited."

"But it was fine, and I'm glad she took me in at the end, and I met a kind person because of it," Stewart said.

"Yes, Mrs. Worowitz is very special. When I first moved to the United States, Howard was my only friend. She made me feel at home at home," Rajesh also recalled: "But it happened for a reason, because those years She always thought I was their gardener."

"Every time she sees me, she tells me that I'm too thin, so let me eat more." Petunia raised her glass and touched him.

"That's what she did to me," Amy echoed.

Petunia was slightly dissatisfied: "Hey, don't take away my exclusive memory, okay?"

"I never minded her yelling at me," said Shelton this time, "but now I can't hear it anymore, so sad."

"If you want, I can yell at you in the future."

Leonard patted him on the back to comfort him, but Sheldon rolled his eyes angrily: "No, you can't shout her domineering."

"But I believe that you will hear such roars often in the future, I promise." Ron thought of Howard's little wife, Bernadette, who had inherited Howard's mother's roar very well.

"Ding Ding Ding ~"

Ron knocked on the glass and stood up: "Raise your glass, friends, to Mrs. Worowitz, all of us dear... mother."

Ron thought about it for a long time, and finally felt that the word mother was the most appropriate, not only Sheldon and the others, but even Ron was sometimes taken care of by Mrs. Worowitz.

"cheers."

……

The sadness didn't stay in Ron's heart for too long, and soon a new job came to him, and this time, it was Finch again.

"Let me guess, the man behind the scenes last time has a clue, right?" Ron asked happily with his hands on the steering wheel.

Because of the failure of the previous injury, Ron really wanted to get this place back, so he entrusted Finch to continue the investigation, and Finch happened to have this intention, and the two hit it off.

"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you. This time it's another matter. The machine spit out another social security number. Riise is now on leave from me to recuperate. I need your help."

"If I remember correctly, you haven't paid me the money from last time." Ron pouted.

"But you said it yourself, exchanging information about the man behind the scenes for the last salary."

"Yes, I was right to say that, but you haven't given me the information about the man behind the scenes, have you?"

"Yes, but the investigation over there has encountered a little difficulty, and there is no clue yet, but sooner or later I will clearly hand over the intelligence investigation about her to you, but now, the new number does not wait for anyone, we have a chance to save An innocent life, Mr Cooper."

Finch couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief. Ron stared at him for a while, and finally nodded: "Get in the car, tell me about this person in the car, and tell me by the way, where are you going now?"

"El Monte. The home of Michael Cahill, or Daniel Tully."

"Who is he?"

"Daniel Turley, Cahill is just his pseudonym, in order to easily mix with the gangsters in Los Angeles, in fact, he is a policeman who graduated from the police academy in 2003, but all his work records have since evaporated Well, it looks like the LAPD went to great lengths to hide his identity and gave him a fake social security number.

But the machine gave him his social security number, which means that someone found out that he is a policeman, and we should warn him. "

"Wow~ The story this time sounds much more interesting than the last time. If there happens to be a classmate who graduated from the police academy with him and sneaks into the high-level of the Los Angeles police, he is secretly an undercover agent sent by drug dealers. Two undercover agents It’s more interesting to confront each other.”

"It's very interesting, but there is no other undercover agent. Well, even if there is, we don't know. I don't understand what you are talking about."

"It's okay, you continue. I'm talking about a movie script. I just came up with an idea. I'm planning to find someone to make this movie. It's called "The Departed Walker". What do you think?" Ron said indifferently.

This world is similar to the one in his memory, but also a little different. For example, some movies in his memory do not exist, and "Infernal Affairs" is one of them. Naturally, there is no American remake.

"The name sounds good, but now is not the time to talk about it. We must save him. We must not let such a happy family be ruined. What are you going to do?"

While speaking, the car had already driven to the door of Daniel's house, and through the window, he could clearly see that he was staying happily with his family.

"First of all, I need to know what kind of case he is investigating undercover?"

"Is there any problem with the drug smuggling case?" Finch asked inexplicably.

"Well, the machine is right, the poor kid is finished." Ron shook his head regretfully.

"What do you mean?"

Ron said seriously: "Maybe Riise hasn't had time to teach you a lesson, so I might as well teach you a lesson. Remember, there is one and only one biggest drug dealer in this country, and that is the CIA, in other words, this country."

"How is it possible? But haven't we been fighting drug crimes all the time? Your subordinate Hank used to be a member of the DEA. Could it be that we have so many drug wars and have no results at all?"

"The United States can't win the drug war at all, so it turns to use the CIA to sell drugs to earn anti-terrorism funds. Compared with the difficulty of drug control, counter-terrorism is easier. I thought that a smart person like you had already seen through the US government. trick."

Influenced by the soul of his previous life, Ron has a deep aversion to poisonous words, but he still chooses to let Uncle Fried Chicken go, not because he has any original character plots, let alone because Uncle Fried Chicken has any special charm.

But Ron knows deeply that killing a fried chicken uncle will not help drug control, and even the downfall of fried chicken uncle will cause new drug dealers to fight price wars to make drugs cheaper, as in ordinary business, and then Attract more people who were just hesitant to try something new, and ruin their lives from then on.

This is not just his guess, but a drama that has been repeated several times in Ron's limited life experience.

No matter when, there is only one condition for winning the drug war, that is, there is a strong motherland with a tough attitude towards drugs behind it, and it truly loves its people and always puts the people first.

As for the United States... huh huh huh~
Uncle Fried Chicken is dead, and the drug market in Los Angeles will soon undergo a turbulent reshuffle, and then the CIA will send another Uncle Fried Chicken to reorganize this place, making the drug business bigger and more hidden.

It's not that Ron gave up, but that this country is really hopeless. According to Ron's memory, this broken place will legalize drugs in a few years.

"But...but...if we are more resolute and have more people like Daniel..."

"The same is useless, Finch," Ron looked into Finch's innocent eyes, and from his eyes, Ron found some of his former self: "This country is broken from the root, and the poor can't see it." A glimmer of hope for the future can only paralyze himself through drugs, and the body and spirit eaten away by drugs will make him even more desperate, and the cycle repeats.

Where does the problem come from?Education maybe?The happy education of the poor makes it impossible for them to get into a good university. If they fail to get into a good university, they will not have a good job. It may be difficult for you to understand that in this country, as long as you are poor, you are already doomed to an irreversible fate.

What's more, crime may be the only way for them to achieve counterattack in life, how about it?Isn't it ridiculous? "

Ron asked with a smile, with an indescribable mockery on his face. At this moment, he missed his hometown in Texas very much.

Finch's thinking is very naive, and it may be because of this naivety that he can't be indifferent to the numbers spit out by the machine. Although his behavior looks a bit like a saint, don't forget, he could have Don't do it.

Finch has a lot of money, and he could be like other capitalists, racking his brains every day to figure out how to squeeze the last copper coin out of the pockets of the poor, but he chose to lend a helping hand to those innocent people.

"But we are still the most powerful country in the world, aren't we?" Finch couldn't find a reason to refute, because what Ron said was true, but he still continued to speak forcefully.

"The strongest country built on the basis of plundering the world with dollars?"

Finch was discouraged: "Well, I don't want to talk about this. I just want to save that poor man. Is there any way?"

"Of course, first of all, we need to know who the boss is making deals with, and then take targeted actions. In the process, I don't mind killing a few CIAs. Anyway, even if I don't kill them, it won't be long. God, they will be killed by my own people, not to mention those who have something to do with drugs, I have never been lenient."

"Stay in the car and don't move. I'll go down."

"What are you going to do? Don't you join their gang first?"

"No, that's Riise's method. It's too troublesome. I prefer to use my method."

Ron opened the car door and got out of the car. He first observed the situation at Daniel's house. He was still immersed in the father-son interaction with his son. Ron pretended to walk casually to the door of his house, and then dropped a small tracker on the mat.

This is something he just learned from the mastermind behind the last incident. The ultra-small tracker, when thrown on the ground, the pointed side will automatically face up, and the shape and size are just big enough to get stuck in the shading of leather shoes.

It only took Howard three days to come up with the same thing, and the battery life was enhanced a bit.

"Well, the trackers have been activated, and it won't be long before we know what they're doing."

"Is that all right?"

"Of course not, this is just the first step." Ron restarted the car: "The next step, we need to go to the police station to get his files. Generally, there is only one paper version of this kind of undercover file kept in the police station." In the encrypted safe in the archives room, no one except the undercover liaison officer knows the password of the safe, if the other party wants to find the undercover, it is the best choice to check this file."

"What a nuisance, why don't they save it on the computer?" Finch complained.

"I guess it's to prevent hackers like you from going in and checking the information of undercover police officers." Ron smiled, parked the car at the door of a cafe, and opened the door over Finch: "Get out of the car."

"OK, buy coffee? What would you like to drink?"

"Buy yourself a drink of whatever you like. I don't drink anything. You don't need to buy it for me. I want to go home and sleep." Ron waved his hand: "The signal from the tracker has been sent to you, come on, little detective~"

(End of this chapter)