The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 46
At this time, even Andy, who was doing nothing and pretending to be busy, became curious. Under Ron's arrangement, he spent a few days with Toretto and was responsible for receiving Ron's other entertainment.

For a long time, in his impression, it was Ron who made others find it difficult to deal with. Even Toretto, the leader of the drag race in Los Angeles, always had a headache every time he mentioned Ron. This was the first time he saw Ron. It's embarrassing for Ron to be alone.

"Boss, if that person is really helpful, it is a gentleman's choice to bow his head occasionally." Old Andy taught like an elegant butler.

Seeing Andy joining the battle, Hank quickly agreed: "That's right, where is that private detective? If it's not convenient for you, I can come forward to invite him for you."

"Here, here is his contact information."

Ron turned on a contact on his mobile phone and threw it on the table. Hank quickly picked it up, and saw that the contact's name was marked by Ron as "Mr. Smelly Mouth", which shows that Ron was ridiculed a lot by him. How cruel.

What surprised Hank the most was that the phone number was not in America, but London, England!

"This...he is British?" Hank was a little slow to respond: "Did he come to the United States not long ago?"

"No, he didn't come to the United States at all. He still has a home in London, 221 Baker Street. Don't you want to invite him for me? Go, I can reimburse you for the air ticket~"

The depressed look on Ron's face now completely disappeared, replaced by a sense of accomplishment in molesting his subordinates.

"London? It will take about four to five days to go back and forth. Shall I start now?" Hank didn't have the slightest sense of being molested, which made Ron feel a little frustrated.

"Are you really planning to go?" Ron took the phone back from Hank's hand: "There's no need at all, I mean, you don't need to go there, and there's no need to let him come over, it's too troublesome."

"But if he doesn't come over, how can he help us? Does this private detective have enough intelligence to cover Los Angeles?"

"His brother may have that ability, but it's definitely not him." Ron shrugged and lay down in the chair with a look of reminiscence on his face, but it was obviously not a good memory.

"This guy can help us without coming over?" Hank asked.

Ron took a deep breath: "If I say that he can help us with reasoning without even being on the scene, would you believe it?"

Hank and Andy showed the same expression "I'm afraid you're not kidding me". If it wasn't for Ron's violent combat prowess, they would now want to send him to Arkham Asylum.

"Well, the wisdom of mere mortals really can't understand the world of geniuses," Ron mocked a subordinate and continued: "You may not understand, but some geniuses can really construct the entire case in their minds based on your description The scene, and then reasoning, forget it, for the bonus, let you see it today."

Ron picked up the phone and walked to the window sill, took a few deep breaths of air, and kept himself as calm as possible before pressing the dial button and turning on the phone's outgoing function.

"Beep...beep..."

The host answered after the bell rang twice: "Let me guess, what is my dear little idiot doing today again? Have you encountered any childish cases that can't be solved and decided to call the parents? Have to Say, you made a wise choice."

"So I really don't like talking to you, really, Sherlock." Ron could have retorted, but his tone resolutely softened when he asked for help.

"I don't like to talk to you either. Compared to you, I like your genius brother more. Although we are in different fields, geniuses always resonate no matter where they are, and you, I just think you will pull down The IQ of a whole block."

The other end of the phone continued to challenge Ron's endurance limit, and the veins on Ron's forehead twitched violently.

It's hard, it's hard~ Ron's fist is hard, if that bastard is in front of Ron, he will definitely call him good-looking, but unfortunately, there is now an entire Atlantic Ocean between them.

"I have to remind you, Sherlock, the distance between us is not one street but the entire Atlantic Ocean."

There was a slight silence on the other end of the phone: "Oh, you have lowered the IQ of the entire Atlantic Ocean."

"Hahaha..." Hank finally couldn't help laughing anymore, and was glared at by Ron and shut his mouth wisely. For some reason, the other party hadn't shown any strength, but he didn't There is a sense of trust in the other party.

Perhaps molesting Ron itself is a manifestation of strength?

Ron gritted his teeth and said, "I have something to ask you!"

"Of course, otherwise you wouldn't call me. Come and talk to me. I'm so bored that I'm starting to put nicotine patches on my body. I hope the case you bring to me can make me more interesting."

"Okay, Hank, tell me." Ron handed the phone to Hank, and Hank reported the progress of the Heisenberg drug case from the beginning to the present in detail.

"So, Mr. Sherlock, what do you think of this case?" Hank asked anxiously, but full of expectation.

Sherlock Holmes at No. 221 Baker Street, London, was stimulated by the nicotine patch, raised his head comfortably like an addict, then quickly tore off all the patches on his body and threw them on the ground to pick up the phone: "Idiot. "

"Wait, what did you say?" Hank suspected that his ears had received the wrong message.

"I'm talking about idiots. Sure enough, I shouldn't have expected anything from you. An idiot's subordinates can only be idiots." Sherlock said coldly.

Hank immediately understood Ron's mood just now, because his fist was also hardened: "Hey..."

Ron had no choice but to answer the phone again. He didn't want to hear Hank and Sherlock arguing on the phone wasting time. Overseas calls are still quite expensive, so it's a little bit cheaper.

"Sherlock, don't be a fool, I know you already know what's going on, tell me your reasoning, I think my men have given you enough details, even I can't give you the details. You provide more information."

"Enough information." Sherlock's mocking voice sounded through the receiver: "Before I start my reasoning, I would like to say for a moment that I said you are idiots for a reason.

Criminals are committing crimes almost right under your noses, but you don’t even notice it at all. Sure enough, I shouldn’t expect more from the police in the United States. You are a bunch of idiots who can only do violence. "

ps: It's a pity, no one guessed it, maybe the time left is too short.

(End of this chapter)