Daily life of an American TV drama agent

At this time, even Andy, who was doing nothing and pretending to be busy, began to get curious. Under Ron's arrangement, he spent a few days with Toretto and was responsible for receiving Ron's other entertainment.

He has always had the impression that it was Ron who made others find it difficult to deal with. Even Toretto, the leader of the drag racing clan in Los Angeles, looked like he had a headache every time he mentioned Ron. This was the first time he had seen him. It's hard for Ron to be alone.

"BOSS, if that person can really help, lowering your head occasionally is a choice a gentleman should make." Old Andy taught like an elegant butler.

When Hank saw Andy joining the fight, he quickly echoed: "Yes, where is the private detective? If it's inconvenient for you, I can go out and ask him for you."

"Here, here is his contact information."

Ron opened a contact on his phone and threw it on the table. Hank quickly picked it up and saw that the name of the contact was marked by Ron as "Mr. Bad Mouth." This shows that Ron was ridiculed by him. How cruel.

What surprised Hank the most was that the phone number was not in the United States, but from London, England!

"This...he is British?" Hank's reaction was a bit slow: "Did he just come to the United States not long ago?"

"No, he didn't come to the United States at all. He still has a home in London, No. 221 Baker Street. Aren't you going to invite him for me? Go ahead and I can reimburse you for the air tickets~"

The depressed look on Ron's face now completely disappeared, replaced by a sense of accomplishment in teasing his subordinates.

"London? It will take about four to five days to get back and forth. Should I leave now?" Hank didn't have the slightest awareness of being teased, which made Ron a little frustrated.

"Are you really planning to go?" Ron took the phone back from Hank's hand: "There's no need at all. I mean, there's no need for you to go there, and there's no need for him to come over. It's too much trouble."

"But if he doesn't come over, how can he help us? Does this private detective have enough information to cover Los Angeles?"

"His brother may have that ability, but it's definitely not him." Ron shrugged and lay down in the chair, with a look of memories on his face, but it was obviously not a good memory.

"This guy can help us without coming over?" Hank asked.

Ron took a deep breath: "If I say that he can help us with his reasoning without even coming to the scene, would you believe it?"

Hank and Andy had the same "I'm afraid you're kidding me" expression. If Ron hadn't shown his fighting prowess, they would have sent him to Arkham Asylum right now.

"Alas, the wisdom of mere mortals cannot understand the world of geniuses," Ron mocked his subordinates and continued: "You may not understand, but some geniuses can really construct the entire case in their minds based on your description. The scene, and then the reasoning, forget it, for the sake of the bonus, I will let you see it today."

Ron picked up the phone and walked to the window sill, took a few deep breaths of air to keep himself as calm as possible, then pressed the dial button and turned on the phone's speaker function.

"Beep...beep..."

The ringtone only rang twice before the owner answered: "Let me guess, what stupid thing did my dear little idiot do again today? Did he encounter some childish case that he couldn't solve and decided to call his parents? He had to call his parents? Say you made a wise choice."

"So I really don't like talking to you, really, Sherlock." Ron could have retorted, but he softened his tone decisively when asking for help.

"I don't like talking to you either. Compared to you, I prefer your genius brother. Although we are in different fields, geniuses will always resonate no matter where they are. As for you, I just think you will pull him down." A whole street of IQ.”

The person on the other end of the phone continued to challenge the limits of Ron's endurance, and veins popped up on Ron's forehead.

Hard, hard~ Ron's fist was hard. If that bastard was right in front of Ron, he would definitely tell him to look good, but unfortunately, there was a whole Atlantic Ocean between them.

"I have to remind you, Sherlock, the distance between us is not a street but an entire Atlantic Ocean."

There was a slight silence on the other end of the phone: "Oh, you lowered the IQ of an entire Atlantic Ocean."

"Hahaha..." Hank finally couldn't help laughing anymore. Ron glared at him and shut his mouth tactfully. He didn't know why, even though the other party hadn't shown any signs of strength yet, he couldn't figure it out. There is a sense of trust in the other party.

Maybe, teasing Ron is a manifestation of strength in itself?

Ron gritted his teeth and said, "I have something to ask you!"

"Of course, otherwise you wouldn't call me. Come and talk to me. I'm so bored that I've started wearing nicotine patches on my body. I hope the case you brought to me can make me have more fun."

"Okay, Hank, you tell me." Ron handed the phone to Hank, and Hank reported the entire progress of the Heisenberg drug case from the beginning to the present in detail.

"So, Mr. Sherlock, what do you think of this case?" Hank asked anxiously but expectantly.

Sherlock Holmes, who was far away at No. 221 Baker Street in London, was stimulated by the nicotine patch. He raised his head in comfort like an addict, then quickly tore off all the patches on his body and threw them on the ground. He picked up his mobile phone: "Idiot. "

"Wait, what did you say?" Hank suspected that his ears received wrong information.

"I mean idiot. Sure enough, I shouldn't expect anything from you. The subordinates of idiots can only be idiots." Sherlock said coldly.

Hank immediately understood Ron's mood just now, because his fist also hardened: "Hey..."

Ron reluctantly picked up the phone again. He didn't want to waste time listening to Hank and Sherlock bickering on the phone. Overseas phone calls were quite expensive, so it was better to save a little.

"Sherlock, don't be so pretentious. I know you already know what's going on. Tell me your reasoning. I think my men have told you enough details. Even I can't give them to you." You provide more information.”

"Enough information." Sherlock's sarcastic voice sounded in the receiver: "Before I start my reasoning, I want to give you a warning. There is a reason why I said you are idiots.

Criminals are almost committing crimes under your noses, but you are not aware of it at all. As expected, I should not expect more from the police in the United States. You are a group of idiots who only know how to commit violence. "

ps: It's a pity that no one guessed it, maybe the time was too short.