Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Sure enough, Ron caught Sheldon's weakness as soon as he took action, that is, he believed that he was the most unique and irreplaceable arrogance. This can be seen from what he later told Howard about Hawking's importance to him. .

Sheldon believes that among the living scientists, except for Hawking, no one can match his intelligence.

"Ron, I'm talking to you!" Sheldon shouted in displeasure when Ron ignored him.

"But I don't want to talk to you. I just want to eat mom's cooking." Ron arrogantly picked up a cushion knitted by Sheldon and put it under the dinner plate and sat back on the sofa, still in Sheldon's special seat.

When Mary saw that Ron's method was effective, she simply watched with interest.

"I can't be replaced by anyone! My research is of epoch-making significance in physics, physics, do you understand?!" Sheldon argued loudly to Ron.

"If my Deathshot Launcher had been here, you'd be dead."

"Please, don't be ridiculous, your thing can't even stop the neighbor's dog~" Ron took a big bite of the thick-crust pie made by Mary and hummed with satisfaction.

"Sheldon, I don't understand physics, but I do. If you don't apologize, you will lose your current job and will not be able to conduct your favorite physics research. This is really your fault. want?"

"My research can be done anywhere! I can just use a board at home to check my calculations and continue my research."

Sheldon was still arguing, but his confidence was obviously not that strong. It was obvious that he was bullying Ron for not understanding the study of theoretical physics, but it was a pity that Ron didn't understand, and there were people here who did.

"Sheldon, stop being naive! You know that you need me to verify your theories at any time!" Leonard stood up. At this moment, he was extremely tall in Sheldon's eyes.

"That's enough. Cheer up. You are a physicist. You should be doing experiments at school instead of hiding at home!"

Sheldon finally lowered his noble head.

Mary put the cutlery in Sheldon's hands at the right time. On the plate was his favorite food: "After dinner, follow your brother and apologize properly."

Sheldon stood silent.

"Sheldon, why don't you eat? Do you want me to treat you?" Ron was a little impatient.

"You took my special seat..." Sheldon lowered his head.

Ron reluctantly picked up the plate and stood up. He had almost eaten anyway, and Sheldon quickly sat back in his special seat.

Half an hour later, Ron drove Sheldon, followed by Leonard's car, and arrived at Caltech one after the other.

"Do you want me to go to the principal's office with you later?" Leonard asked kindly.

"Don't worry, I think I can handle it. If it doesn't work, I can still call the school director."

Ron said that he had no problem at all. In fact, the matter was settled very simply. Or rather, it was as if the principal was waiting for Sheldon to apologize and everything went very smoothly.

On the other side, things were not going well for Hank.

For bringing several gangsters who may have been involved with drugs back to the police station, Hank not only did not receive any praise, but was instead called into the office by his immediate boss and roared loudly.

"Hank, how many times have I told you that this case is over! Let me ask you one last time, when will you return to the border?!"

Hank shook his head: "Boss, this case is really not that simple. I mean, this case will not be over so soon. Give me some more time. When I find out the case, I promise to return to the border immediately." .”

"Okay then," Hank's boss stood up: "I declare that from now on, you will be suspended without pay for disobeying orders. Now hand over your police badge and sidearm. You can leave until when you do." Come back after figuring out what to do.”

"Yes, sir." Hank nodded in despair, took out his police badge and gun from his arms and placed them on the table. He took a long and nostalgic look at the things that had brought him glory, and left in despair. Boss's office.

Everything was like sleepwalking. Hank didn't even know how he got back to his car. He couldn't even remember when he had a bouquet of flowers in his hand. This was probably intended to be given to his wife.

Just as Hank was about to start the car, his cell phone suddenly rang, and it turned out to be a call with a garbled phone number! Out of curiosity, he pressed the connect button.

Little did he know that this action just saved his life.

"Hank Schrader, listen carefully! Two people are coming to kill you." A slightly older voice came from the receiver.

"What did you say? Say it again!" Hank suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.

The other party ignored Hank's question and continued: "They are walking towards your car. You have one minute to escape."

Is this probably a harassing phone call?

"I don't know what kind of tricks you are playing, go away! Who are you!" If he hadn't always been cautious, Hank would have been ready to hang up.

"They're coming." After the other party said this, he quickly hung up the phone before Hank could say anything else, and Hank called back.

But how can a phone number made up of garbled characters get through?

Hank lowered his body a little nervously. While finding Ron's number and calling it, he looked around through the three rearview mirrors. He would rather believe that it was there than not.

A middle-aged woman who just finished shopping in the supermarket? Obviously this can't be the killer! A middle-aged man with a slightly bowed body? It doesn’t look like it, but it’s not impossible!

Hank stretched his hand nervously to his waist, trying to touch his pistol, but came up empty.

He had just handed in his sidearm.

"Hello? Hank, what do you want from me? How's your interrogation going? I'm almost at your place. Do you want to find a place to continue chatting about the results of the interrogation?"

Ron's voice in the receiver reassured Hank a little.

"Listen, I just got a call and there's a killer ready to kill me."

"Wait for me, I'll be there soon! Try to stay alive before I come!"

After Ron finished speaking, he hung up the phone, and at this moment, Hank finally vaguely saw two bald figures through the windshield of the car in front of him. They came with bad intentions. They should be the killers predicted in the mysterious phone call. ?

At this time, he no longer cared about the origin of the mysterious phone call or the purpose of saving himself, because he could clearly see from the reflection that the two bald men who were running parallel to each other had separated.

One from the left and one from the right, they were outflanking each other. Seeing that the situation was not good, Hank immediately started the car, intending to find an opportunity to run out to meet Ron first, but he didn't expect that a bald head suddenly appeared from behind the car and pointed at the car. Hank in there raised his gun and shot.