Daily life of an American TV drama agent

At the same time, downstairs in an unknown apartment in Los Angeles, two bare-legged men were shivering in the cold wind.

Yes, these two hapless-looking men were the unlucky ones, Sheldon and Leonard, who were ordered to beg for Penny's TV.

It's a pity that not only did the TV set not come back, but the two people's pants and equipment were also exploded. How could such a tragedy happen?

As soon as the breeze blew, Sheldon got goosebumps all over his body and hugged himself tightly.

"Leonard."

"What's wrong?" Leonard reached back into his pocket helplessly. He was still slightly better off than Sheldon. At least, he still had a coat.

Sheldon: "My mom bought me those pants."

Leonard: "I'm sorry."

Sheldon: "You have to call her and talk to her."

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Ron drove and Toretto navigated. The two soon arrived at an unknown small restaurant. As soon as they found a seat and sat down, Toretto couldn't wait to speak.

"Why, I want to know why, why did you come back to me again? Didn't I tell you clearly that I don't want you and Mia to meet again!"

"Calm down Dom, I have no intention of renewing my relationship with Mia," Ron raised his hand to call a very flirty-looking waitress to finish ordering. Before leaving, the waitress even scratched Ron's palm provocatively.

Ron was already used to this, but he had no interest in it. He swore that it was definitely not just because the other party was ugly. Well, although against the background of another black-haired and busty waitress, she looked like a Like an ugly duckling.

But when she came closer, Ron smelled the pungent smell of heather, which made him lose his appetite at all and pushed the dinner plate forward, while Dom took a big bite of the burger and ate it with gusto.

"So, are you really just looking for that drug dealer? But he is obviously not very famous. Very few people in the local area know about him, and his shipment volume is not large. I don't understand. Why do you have to find him?"

Toretto said he couldn't understand, so Ron took out two powdery things wrapped in small plastic bags and placed them concealedly in front of Toretto, and explained patiently.

"As you can see, this pack of white powder is the most popular one on the market, with a purity of only about 90%, while this blue powder has a purity of 96%!"

Toretto shook his head: "You know I have never been exposed to drugs, so I don't understand what the 6% difference really means? I know you never do meaningless things."

"Okay, let me tell you, what does this 6% difference mean?

This is a brand new poison-making technology! Higher addiction, higher pleasure, and more money, believe me, all addicts will be crazy about it, and for those who have experienced it, other drugs are simply child's play. Ridiculously boring.

I have a strong feeling that this thing will be sold all over the country soon!

In other words, if the technology can allow large-scale manufacturing, the guy who made this thing will make a fortune. This guy is really an out-and-out chemical genius. "

Ron sighed. He always felt that the name Heisenberg and this new blue drug were inexplicably familiar. It seemed like a character in an American TV series, but he just couldn't remember it.

After all, although he watched American TV series in his previous life, they were usually comedy-based and never crime-related.

Toretto was completely indifferent when Ron was talking, focusing only on his burger. He didn't pick up a tissue and wipe his mouth until he finished eating.

"So, you're going to arrest this guy?"

Ron gave an expression like it was the first day you met me: "I'll say it again, Dom, I have no interest in bringing him to justice, that's the job of the DEA.

The only thing the IRS cares about is that this guy didn't pay taxes, and what I care about is how much bonus finding this guy will bring me.

God knows, how much money could be made if this thing was sold everywhere in the United States. "

Ron spoke as mentioned above and Toretto didn't look surprised at all.

"Have you ever gone to other law enforcement agencies, such as the FBI or DEA, to get information?"

"Of course there is, but they don't have any reliable information. But since you ask like that, I guess there is a high probability that I have been deceived, right?"

Ron's expression was as normal and his tone was as calm as ever, but Toretto, who was familiar with him, knew that Ron was already angry.

Toretto shook his head again: "I don't know either, but if it is a high-purity drug, it has been on the market for a while.

Soon after, a blue crystal appeared in the hands of a drug dealer named Tuku. It was said that before that, there had been an explosion in Tuku's lair. Many people therefore speculated whether this was something done by Tuku himself. New drugs.

You know, I have a genius from Harvard who works for me. He said that the technology was not mature at the beginning, and he might have found some new experience in the failed experiments. "

Ron expressed some interest in this butcher: "Tell me more about this person? Where can I find him?"

"hell."

"What?" Ron suspected that there was something wrong with his ears. The word just now was obviously not a place name.

Toretto motioned Ron with his eyes to look at the TV in the restaurant. The news channel was reviewing the city's recent anti-drug results, including the news of the killing of the big drug lord Tuku.

"You know I am a devout Catholic. I have always believed that anyone who has anything to do with this thing will go to hell. Maybe you can go to hell to find him."

Ron smiled helplessly: "Who can tell me how to go to hell besides death? Do you want me to find a guy named Constantine?"

"Who is that?" Toretto asked.

Ron: "The character in the comic book "Hell Detective" seems to have been made into a movie. Have you not seen it?"

Toretto: "I don't like movies."

"I'm really curious about how you and Letty dated? Well, back to the topic, I will go to the DEA again tomorrow to have a look. The policeman who killed Tu Ku was named Hank, right? Maybe I can get more from him. clue.

Of course, I can't put all my hope in him. I just arrived in Los Angeles. Do you have any friends with a wilder path that you can introduce to me? "

Ron wrote down the name of the policeman mentioned in the news on his phone and continued to ask Toretto.

"Listen, tomorrow night at eleven o'clock, I will hold an underground drag racing competition. There will be many people coming by then. Maybe you will want to come and meet some new friends."

Toretto put his hands on the table and looked at Ron fiercely: "But Mia will also come. To be honest, I really don't want you to meet again."

However, the serious atmosphere was interrupted by Ron's mischievous cell phone ringtone. He looked down and saw that it was Sheldon calling.

"Don't worry, I can mask up~ I'm sorry, I have something to do at home, so I need to leave early. Like you, I also value my family." Ron raised his phone, put the money for the meal under his plate and walked out before answering the call. Telephone.

"Sheldon?"

Sheldon's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Ron, can you bring me a pair of pants? Also, Leonard wants a pair too. We are..."

Ron frowned and interrupted: "I want to know what happened?"