Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"Could it be that Penny is just a cover for you, but in fact, you have been plotting against my brother?" Ron thought of a possibility.

Everyone calmly moved their chairs one step away from Leonard.

"No, my orientation is completely normal. I originally planned to take Penny with me." Leonard explained quickly.

"Oh, well, then I guess you're going to be in a pretty awkward situation when you get home."

Leonard could only turn his help-seeking eyes to Ron again: "Ron, what do you say, can you help me persuade Sheldon?"

"Persuade him? No, I want to persuade you instead," Ron cleared the plate and wiped his mouth with a napkin with satisfaction: "Although our Cooper family believes in Christianity, we are still open to homosexuality, like my cousin Mitchell He married his gay husband, and they adopted an Asian baby, so if you really have any thoughts, you don’t have to be secretive.”

"No, I swear I have absolutely no interest in Sheldon." Leonard raised his hands and swore: "I only love Penny."

"Then I guess you are in trouble when you go home." Ron stood up: "Thank you for the hospitality, brothers. The cafeteria at Caltech is indeed not bad, but there is room for improvement. Or next time I have a chance, I can take you to experience it. IRS meals.”

"Wish you good luck~" Ron finally patted Leonard on the shoulder and said goodbye. Everyone gave him a sympathetic look. Everyone knew that Sheldon would never give up until he achieved his goal.

A fight was about to start in the apartment, but that had nothing to do with Ron, because he was now on his way to Hollywood Avenue, because just two hours ago, he had received a text message asking for help from Hobbs.

The man who was slightly behind on his IQ because his mind was full of muscles had another problem that he couldn't solve. With no capable men to use, he could only ask Ron for help again.

On Hollywood Boulevard, in front of a bank not far away, the FBI's cordon was surrounded by people watching the excitement. They kept crowding in, taking out their mobile phones and trying to take a photo as a souvenir. The police could only keep pushing them away. go.

The reporters had already gathered like sharks smelling blood, setting up various cameras outside under the banner of press freedom, and pointing the lenses inside.

If you can take a picture of the robbers, you'll make money. If you can take a picture of the police being frustrated, that's even better.

"What's going on inside now?" Ron climbed over the cordon, flashed his ID and dismissed the two policemen who were maintaining order, then walked directly to Hobbs.

"As you can see, we received a call three hours ago. A policeman patrolling here noticed abnormal smoke coming out of the bank. When he was about to check, the robber inside pointed a gun at him and told him to mind his own business. , we then learned that the bank had been robbed."

Hobbes shouted depressedly: "Ron, can you believe it? It's the 21st century, and there are still idiots who want to rob banks! They don't take us seriously at all!"

"Correction, I don't take you seriously, I don't include me, so it's not us." Ron was so angry that he couldn't bear to die as soon as he opened his mouth, but Hobbs was now asking for help, so he could only endure it.

"In this case, why not just get rid of the kidnappers? Why bother? Why bother?"

"The trouble is that there are fifty hostages inside! Moreover, these people are very stupid and keep lighting smoke at every window and door. Our snipers are unable to move at all. If we attack by force, the hostages will be damaged. So now it can only be like this.”

"It's really troublesome. It would be more comfortable to be a policeman in Russia. Just go in there. I will definitely make them regret being born." Hobbes complained angrily.

Ron raised his hand and glanced at his watch: "In other words, the incident occurred around 10 o'clock in the morning, right? You have been in a stalemate with them until now? Not even a tentative attack?"

"No, there was an order from above, but I refused. Those reporters came too quickly. If footage of hostage casualties appears on TV, I will definitely take the blame. I'm not stupid."

Hobbes said that big men also have great wisdom.

While Hobbes was explaining, Ron carefully compared the bank's architectural drawings provided by Hobbes' men with the bank itself.

This bank has a history of sixty years since it was built and put into use. There are no other buildings near the bank, and there are no other exits except the main entrance and the back entrance.

"How did they get in? Did the surveillance capture any images of their faces or figures? At least let us first determine the identity of this group of people."

"No, nothing." Speaking of this, Hobbes became even more depressed: "They just released a hostage. According to the hostage, they disguised themselves as painters and sneaked into the bank, and as soon as they entered the bank, they used The infrared device turned off all the cameras in the bank,

Moreover, I asked people from the technical department to check the car they drove, and it was registered as lost two days ago. There were no fingerprints or other traces on it, as if no one had ever driven it. These people must have been planning for a long time! "

"Nonsense, anyone who robs a bank would have prepared a thorough plan in advance. Did you just say that they released a hostage? What kind of person was he? Why did they release him?" Ron expressed some interest in the hostage.

"That was a 73-year-old man who was released because of a heart attack. He also brought out a note asking us to send food in."

"So you did it?"

"What if you don't follow the instructions? There are reporters outside." Hobbs pointed outside, which immediately caused another flash of light.

"Well, I have to say that you made a wrong decision. Sure enough, I shouldn't expect a gorilla like you to have an IQ." Ron spread his hands.

"You're not going to put sleeping pills in the food, are you? Please, don't be childish, okay? Even I know that the police outside sent food to try to take people hostage." It was rare for Hobbs to find some intelligence in front of Ron. Feeling of superiority, he quickly laughed.

"I came up with a better idea. I asked my men to deliver pizza inside, and then put a bug in the pizza box. Immediately, we will know what they said."

Ron shook his head. He felt that Hobbes' IQ was really hopeless, but at the same time, he also found more and more that this group of robbers was a bit unusual.

"Believe me, these people are smarter than you think. I bet you that little tricks like bugs will be discovered by them. Do you believe it or not?"