Daily life of an American TV drama agent

The strong man hit the wall and slid to the ground, groaning in pain. Several friends who had planned to help the strong man immediately stopped and secretly left the bar like no one else.

"How's it going, baby? Do you want to continue?" Ron grabbed his head and lifted him up, asking in a kind tone, but it sounded creepy to the strong man.

The strong man's eyes were full of fear: "No! No! I know I was wrong. I will take her away right now."

Without Ron's urging, the strong man struggled to get up, and slapped the tattooed woman who was holding Caroline's hair in a show of force, knocking her unconscious. Caroline finally seized the opportunity to free herself, and climbed onto Max's body in a daze. He grabbed the wine bottle on the table and drank it in one gulp.

That's tequila with over 40 degrees of alcohol!

Ron knew that she was trying to embolden him, but the only result of this was that she would most likely not wake up tonight and have a good night's sleep.

Sure enough, Caroline took two steps after drinking. She didn't know if she was going to continue fighting with the tattooed girl or chatting with Ron, but this also gave Ron a chance.

Ron looked at Max, wondering if it was a coincidence that the latter happened to be looking over as well. The two ignored Caroline's presence and looked at each other from a distance, sparks of passion seeming to be stirring in the air.

"Ron, it seems you won't be bored tonight. I really envy you." Howard said in a sour tone.

Seeing Howard's pitiful look, Ron's heart softened for some reason: "Isn't it too early to say this? Are you sure you won't have any more fun tonight?"

"Of course, although I always regard myself as a pick-up artist at Leonard's place, I actually know that I am not liked by those girls." Howard lowered his head: "Just like you said, no woman You’re going to have sex with me because I put my stockings on my arms, right?”

To be honest, Ron felt a little uncomfortable seeing his friend like this. After all, he was a person with emotional intelligence, not that fool who sacrificed all his emotional intelligence for IQ.

"That's not necessarily true~" Following Ron's words, the eyes of the two nerdy scientists once again ignited with hope.

Ron noticed that the boyfriend of the tattooed girl walked away in despair after a big fight with his girlfriend, while the tattooed girl was depressed with a slap mark on her face with her friend and another tattooed girl wearing a white T-shirt. Drink boring wine.

Ron pointed in that direction, and the two otakus quickly looked in the direction of the finger as if they smelled the smell of bloody sharks.

"If you can scold the ungentlemanly behavior of hitting women, I guess you can easily merge into the conversation between them. Of course, I don't mind if you secretly scold me behind my back."

"Impossible~ Impossible~ We are good brothers, how could we say bad things about you behind your back!" Noticing Ron's dangerous eyes, Howard said immediately knowingly, and Rajesh nodded repeatedly.

"Okay, look over there, there happen to be two girls, come on~" Ron casually threw out a word of encouragement, walked towards Max openly, hugged Max's delicate body and gave him a deep kiss.

"How's it going? Your knight's performance didn't disappoint you, did it? Her Majesty the Queen?" Ron kissed his hands solemnly.

Max followed Ron's words naturally, pretending that he was wearing a floor-length skirt, and made a small movement to lift the skirt, and his chest swayed again: "Of course not, or it's better than I imagined. Better yet, my knight, what reward do you desire?"

"Power? Status? Treasure?" Ron the Lion opened his mouth.

"Do you want so much? It seems I have to consider changing to a knight~"

"Then I might as well just want you." Ron directly hugged Max and hugged her sideways as Max exclaimed.

Max winked coquettishly: "Hey! We still have to get this drunk cat back. If you have the strength, you might as well hug her."

Ron put Max down just in time and picked up Caroline: "So, where are we going now? Your house? My house? Or the Hilton?"

"My home~"

While sleeping, Caroline played games with Max. It was exciting to think about it, and Ron felt like he was one step closer to a showdown with each other.

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The next day, Ron woke up in his bed as usual. In order to avoid the embarrassment of Caroline waking up in the morning and wanting to have a good sleep, Ron satisfied Max again and left.

But the first call he received early in the morning was not so pleasant.

"Ron, he died. He died in our police station. He committed suicide." Jack's voice was low.

"Who are you talking about?"

"The killer you killed yesterday, the one who was hit by a car, died on the way to the hospital, and the other one you subdued hit the wall without our staff paying attention. died, our clues were cut off again.

Damn it, there must be a mole among us! And he is a mole with a very high position! "

Jack's voice sounded a little exasperated.

"When has your FBI not been penetrated like a sieve? I'm not surprised by this." Ron mocked mercilessly: "Anyway, I didn't expect anything."

"You knew he would commit suicide, right?"

Ron spit out the mouthwash: "Of course! Think about it, how could a guy like this dare to assassinate a police officer in a parking lot outside a shopping mall not be a dead member of a drug cartel?"

"Drug cartel? How did you know?"

Ron looked in the mirror, still as handsome as ever: "Jack, you didn't take a nap and your brain went crazy, right? Just think about it, who else could be the person who assassinated Hank? He was just a narcotics SWAT officer, nothing more. Other complex interpersonal relationships.

Aside from drug cartels, what other reason could there be for being involved in such an assassination? "

Ron thought for a moment and then added: "And I'm very sure that this should be a good thing done by the drug cartel in Mexico, because this operation is full of the Mexican style of revenge. It seems that Hank's direction is very likely That's right, he must have touched, or is about to touch, the foundation of this gang."

At this point, Ron's eyes lit up. It seems like he has a chance to win the prize?

"I've also investigated Hank's side, and it's indeed what you said. I also think his idea is right. The ghost-like poison maker who made the blue powder must still be working, but I don't know. Understand, how did he suddenly sell that thing all over the country overnight? Is it on the shelves of Wal-Mart?"

"Perhaps we have reached a cooperation with the hidden drug lord you mentioned? Yes, that must be the case!" Ron was also startled by his sudden idea.