Daily life of an American TV drama agent

After getting Ron's idea, Caroline said hello to Ah Han and left in a hurry. Max was not at work today, so he was probably making her small cakes at home and waiting for the restaurant to come to the store to sell them after get off work.

But Ron did not stay in the restaurant and wait for Max to come over. Instead, he sat in the restaurant for a while and then left. He still didn't eat any food and just sat in his seat playing with his mobile phone.

After going out, Ron did not choose to drive away directly, but took a leisurely walk nearby, with a leisurely pace as slow as if he was deliberately waiting for someone.

Finally when he reached a secluded intersection, Ron finally lost his patience and turned around: "Hey, sir, if you have something to tell me, can you hurry up or kill me? Please hurry up, if you don’t do anything, I will go home.”

Behind him, a man wearing glasses looked at Ron in shock: "I don't understand what you are talking about? I was just passing by."

"Friend, you have been with me all the way. You have been following me since the restaurant. There is no need to doubt my professionalism. I think you have fully understood this from my information, right?" Ron opened his mouth. He gestured with his hands that he didn't have any weapons in his hands: "I guess you must have something to say to me. I happen to be free now, why don't we have a good chat? Tell me your purpose."

"Well, it's really not difficult for me to collect information. I know you very well, and I know you better than you think." The man opposite didn't mean to back down, and met Ron's gaze:

"You are being monitored all the time. The U.S. government has a secret system, a machine that monitors you all the time. I know it because it was made by me. My original intention of making it was to detect Acts of terror, but it sees everything, violent crimes involving ordinary people.

The government believed these crimes were irrelevant information and they couldn't do anything about it, so I decided to step in..."

"Let me interrupt. I understand that you personally need a partner in your crime-fighting work, but you already have a partner, right? What's his name? John Reese, right? Why didn’t he come with you?”

Ron's words made the lame man opposite him open his mouth in shock, but Ron's words were not finished yet, and he would continue to be shocked: "It's strange how do I know this?

The reason is very simple. My specialty is just like yours, which is collecting information. I know that the machine you built is named the Sky Eye System. I also know that you did not build that machine alone. I even know your system. How come your legs are lame? Do you want to talk to me about these topics? Mr. Harold Finch? "

"Who are you?!" Finch took a few steps back in horror. Now he was beginning to regret that he had met alone with a person listed as extremely dangerous in this information.

"Don't be nervous, I have no ill intentions towards you," Ron continued to put his empty hands where Finch could see, to show that he had no ill intentions, although if he wanted, even his empty hands could make Finch look like him. It was like squeezing an ant to death, but in fact, doing so made Finch feel a little more relaxed.

"Just like you asked Mr. Reese to be your agent, I am also the agent of another user of that machine. It's just that we practice different concepts. Although I don't know why, you seem to be very I am passionate about saving ordinary people in crisis, and I am using that machine to save the world.

I want to talk to you here. There should be no need for us to introduce ourselves. By the way, my agent told me that you are looking for me, so I specially give you the opportunity to find me. Now, you can talk to me. Did I tell you what happened to me? Since we use the same machine together, I'll be happy to help you with a small favor as long as it's not complicated. Of course, it would be better if I could get some remuneration. "

Regarding Finch's information, of course it was Peggy who told him. When Peggy was maintaining some of her usual information channels, she discovered that someone was checking Ron's information. She tracked the address and found that the person who was investigating Ron's information was not The other person is Finch.

"OK," Finch thought about it. It was obvious that the other party knew all his information and did not show any malicious intent. Although he was still a little afraid of Ron, an extremely dangerous person like him, there was no other way. He needed it now. Help, for now, compared to other options, Ron is the most reliable helper.

"That's right, you may know that that machine is the Sky Eye system you are talking about. In addition to being used for monitoring, it will also spit out a number every once in a while. That is based on all the monitoring information and using logical calculations. The number of a person who will soon be implicated in a violent crime.

Your agent should know this too. "

Ron nodded: "Yes, I know that, but it was not what my agent told me, but what the actual person in charge of the IRS said casually when he introduced the machine to me."

Finch smiled self-deprecatingly: "It seems that your status in the intelligence system is higher than what the information says. The information says that you are just a tax agent affiliated with the IRS, and you have deep connections with the CIA and FBI." contradiction."

"Yes, but for agents, the line between friend and foe is very blurred. To sum it up in one sentence, there are no permanent friends and no permanent enemies. Let me guess, your machine spit out another victim. His name, driven by conscience, you want to do something for that poor man, just like you did every time before."

"But there was a little accident this time. Your opponent was stronger, your partner was injured, or something else. In short, Mr. Reese is inconvenient to move now, so you need other partners to complete your Is this a rescue plan?"

"That's right, Reese was shot while rescuing people." No matter what Ron said now, Finch would no longer be surprised. He felt that this man, like himself, controlled the backdoor of the Sky Eye system. People may be as kind as themselves: "But the situation is urgent now, and I need your help to save someone, okay?"

"Of course." Ron replied without thinking. His answer made Finch ecstatic, but immediately, Ron's next words made Finch's smile freeze on his face.

"I'm happy to help others, but these are just self-satisfying behaviors you perform to ease your conscience. What can I get from it?"