Daily life of an American TV drama agent

The next day, after exploring the crime scene, Qin Feng and the Japanese boy quickly targeted a Chinese person by checking nearby surveillance cameras. Therefore, the Chinatown detective team composed of Qin Feng and Tang Ren rushed to the scene. People came to a Chinese school in Chinatown before, ready to find the murderer.

"We're going to catch that perverted murderer soon. I'm really excited just thinking about it."

Tang Ren walked next to Qin Feng, like a fly, he kept chattering: "They say there are serial murderers specializing in the United States. Don't they all look alike?"

"Generally speaking, serial murderers meet the three elements of McDonald's." However, Qin Feng did not find it annoying and explained slowly.

Tang Ren immediately answered: "Coke, burger, French fries?"

"Well, I brought you both a special portion. I chose the spicy chicken drumstick for burgers. I hope you like it."

As soon as Tang Ren finished speaking, he stretched out a big hand from behind, holding two paper bags with the McDonald's logo on them.

"Junior brother?" "Ron?"

The two of them turned back together. Ronzhong was drinking Coke while holding up the bag with the other hand: "How about it? Don't you want it? If you don't want it, I will eat them all. Now McDonald's hamburgers are getting smaller and smaller. There’s simply not enough to eat.”

"Why don't you want it? I want it!" Tang Ren grabbed the two paper bags and threw one to Qin Feng: "Junior brother, where did you go yesterday? Why haven't I seen you all day?"

"It's rare to come to New York, so of course I have to take a good tour. I went to the Metropolitan Museum and the Twin Towers yesterday, and then I bought breakfast and brought it here for you."

Ron dealt with it casually. He actually went to these places yesterday, but he automatically omitted the key links.

That was a new will obtained from Dr. James, it was noted. Should any accident occur to him, all of his property will be automatically donated to the IRS Special Operations Team for funding.

Ron asked a lawyer to help with the notarization early in the morning, and then bought breakfast and brought it over to them.

As for why Ron knew their location? Of course it’s because of the tracker!

Ron installed a tracking APP on Tang Ren's phone from the very beginning of their meeting.

"What were you talking about just now? What about Coke, burgers, French fries? How did you know I would bring you McDonald's?"

"No, we're talking about the three elements of McDonald's. The correct answer is bedwetting, arson, and animal cruelty."

Ron sneered at this: "Just look at things like this. Real criminals often become criminals for various strange reasons. Although there is evidence that the reasons for becoming criminals are related to their childhood experiences." There is definitely a correlation, but to simply summarize it as bedwetting, arson, and animal cruelty is a bit false.”

"How is it possible that this is obviously the experience summed up by experts!" Qin Feng retorted unconvinced: "Then what characteristics do all criminals have in common?"

"You've all committed crimes? Does this count as one?" Ron joked.

"Okay, except for this one. It's really hard for me to find anything in common among those criminals. To put it bluntly, in a sense, everyone has the potential to become a criminal. The only difference is an opportunity to become a criminal.

Some are because of interests, some are because of beauty, in short, they are all kinds of desires. It is impossible for people to have desires, even the noblest people cannot avoid them. When his desires come into being with the public order and good customs we believe in, When there is conflict, crime is inevitably inevitable. "

Ron and Qin Feng looked at each other, which represented the conflict between two concepts.

But a rookie like Qin Feng who just came out of school would definitely not be able to compete with Ron, and would be defeated soon. Fortunately, at this time, they had already reached the door of the Chinese classroom, and the sound of reading loudly could be heard clearly.

"Shred."

"Shred."

"Cut into pieces."

"Cut into pieces"

"What staple food do you want?"

"What pig food do you want?"

A fat man who looked like a rich man stood on the podium and taught. The students in the classroom below waited for the fat man to read a sentence and followed him.

"I thought people in Guanghuaxia learn English every day, but I didn't expect that these foreigners would come to learn Chinese from us one day." Tang Ren said proudly, lying on the window sill.

"Isn't it strange? China's economy is growing the fastest right now, and the low-class poor people in the United States are not fools. They can get a good job as a foreign teacher in China if they just study here, and the salary is better than Ordinary white-collar workers are better."

Ron had already shown an expression of displeasure, and Tang Ren said angrily: "Damn! Isn't this too favorable for these foreign devils?"

And Ron's arm had unknowingly wrapped around Tang Ren's neck, and he greeted cordially: "Brother, when you say this, please don't forget that I am also the foreign devil in your mouth~"

"Ah...ahem, junior brother, I was wrong, let me go~" Tang Ren quickly called for help.

Qin Feng, however, observed outside the window for a while and then shook his head in disappointment: "Wrong."

"What's wrong?" Tang Ren was freed from Ron's fixed skills and asked quickly.

"Do you remember that I told you that the murderer was left-handed? But this Song Yi is right-handed," Qin Feng lowered his head: "Eh? Where is my uncle?"

Ron pouted in the direction of the classroom door: "He's already in."

In the classroom, Tang Ren ran directly to the podium and stared at Song Yi for a while, then slowly said: "Are you wetting the bed?"

"I didn't pee." Tang Ren remained expressionless. Song Yi felt a little guilty and finally admitted: "Okay, I have peed."

Tang Ren jumped up and slapped Song Yi hard on the head: "I knew you wet the bed! You're such a pervert, you still set fires, right? Torturing small animals, right? You still kill people?"

Just kill if you want, and why would you take someone else’s waist or their heart? Shred, slice, and dice it! "

Every time Tang Ren cursed, he kicked Song Yi hard.

Tang Ren was playing happily when he was suddenly startled by the sound of "click". The students who were still sitting in their seats had surrounded him without knowing it, and everyone had a handful in their hands. Loaded guy.

Tang Ren broke into a cold sweat.

"What...what should we do? Go rescue him quickly?!" Qin Feng was in a hurry and asked Ron for help.

"This fool dares to attack other people in this neighborhood without any weapons. He doesn't know what a free America is. Do you have gunfights every day?"

Ron drank the last sip of Coke in the cup, picked up a piece of cement that fell off the ground, threw it through the window, and then shouted in English: "Look at the grenade!"

"boom!"

The black guys who had been trained in many gun battles immediately lay down reflexively, and Ron quickly lifted Tang Ren and Song Yi out one by one by their collars.

"Let's go!"