Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"Ron, please, I only need 560 million US dollars, I can make a miniature black hole and verify my conjecture. Do you know how important this is?"

Two days have passed. Whenever there is an opportunity, Sheldon will immediately follow Ron and beg for Ron's investment. He even follows Ron to his office. Ron's answer is always the same as before. Firm: "No way, Sheldon."

"Why? You are obviously so rich!" Sheldon pouted and sat across from Ron.

"Wall Street is richer. Why don't you go there to ask for scientific research funding? Or go to Musk. He is much richer than me. If that doesn't work, you can also go to the Jewish man at the Federal Reserve and ask, Howard. Jew, he might be able to introduce it to you."

Ron took a document and said without raising his head. This document was sent by Tom from New York. The main content was information about several Soros residences.

Seeing this, Ron couldn't help but feel a little confused. Although Soros, as a world-famous financial capital tycoon, has many ways to avoid taxes, and has not paid a penny in taxes for more than ten years, he should really be under control.

However, this goal is too big. Ron does not believe that the security force that Soros spent a lot of money to build will be indifferent to it. Although Toretto and the others can definitely succeed easily with their strength, the price must be high.

Ron sent an email directly to Tom and rejected the idea.

"Tom, you idiot, I have only heard of killing lions for monkeys. I have never heard of killing lions for monkeys. You must choose a new target. Otherwise, I will never kill my friends." Lend it to you."

After answering the message and looking up, Sheldon continued to stare at him with those big innocent eyes. Ron could only put down the work in his hands helplessly: "Okay, for the sake of us being brothers, I will give you another chance. , you can now try to convince me to fund your research."

"This is an unprecedented experiment. If we succeed, it will subvert the entire physics system. Not only will I win the Nobel Prize, but I will also become a scientist as famous as Einstein in the history of physics!"

Sheldon seemed crazy when talking about this, but Ron would immediately pour cold water on him.

"So, what do I get?" Ron asked coldly.

"You will have a younger brother who won the Nobel Prize and changed the world. If you treat me well, I can also write you in my autobiography."

Sheldon's serious look made Ron even think that he was joking with him, so he waited for a long time, but didn't get the sentence "Just kidding". At this time, Ron realized that Sheldon really thought he was writing about himself. Being included in the autobiography is considered repayment.

"Sheldon." Ron shook his head helplessly. If this guy wasn't his brother, he would have been shot in the head by now, right?

"What for? Did you promise to invest money for me? If you give me money now, I can also thank you in the preface of my autobiography."

"No need."

"Huh, that's good. The length of the preface is limited. I also want to leave some room to satirize Mr. Givens. He has never been very kind to me..."

"Whatever you want, I wish you success." Ron waved his hand indifferently and continued to sift through the reliable ideas in the documents, preparing to find a plan with the highest success rate and the ability to shock people, so as to find good jobs for his Los Santos heroes.

"When will you give me the money?"

"When did I promise to give you money?" Ron looked up.

"But you just..."

"I just said I wish you success, but I didn't say I would give you money. Before that, I just promised to give you a chance. Obviously, you didn't convince me." Ron stood up and looked at Sheldon seriously: " Although you are my brother, and my mother asked me to take more care of you, there is no need for me to spoil you all the time, Sheldon, you are already an adult, you need to learn the basics of communicating with others, okay?"

"But, I've already told you the reason." Sheldon was a little at a loss by Ron's sudden seriousness.

Although he had been favored by his mother and grandma since he was a child, and everyone at home gave him permission, Ron was an exception.

This exception does not mean that Ron is not nice to him (compared to Missy, it is indeed not nice), but that when Sheldon loses his temper to a certain extent, Ron always has a way to bully him and silence him.

"Your reasons only told me what you can get, but you didn't tell me what I can get. It's not fair." Ron saw Sheldon was about to open his mouth and continued to rob him: "Don't tell me in your autobiography. I really don’t need to mention things like myself, what I want is tangible benefits.”

"To convince others, you must at least put yourself in the other person's perspective and tell them how beneficial it is to them. If you want to convince me, you should try to tell me what will happen if it is made into a weapon? No matter how hard it works, you can still What's the financial value? Now, Sheldon, tell me again, what's the benefit to me of funding this experiment of yours?"

"It's no good." Sheldon hesitated several times before finally replying in frustration.

"OK, but just because you can't get money from me, doesn't mean you have no chance at all." Seeing Sheldon's disappointed look, Ron sighed helplessly, then started to comfort him again when the conversation changed.

After all, he's his younger brother. If he can't help, he can at least help him find someone else to trap him?

"Really?" Sheldon jumped up excitedly: "What should I do? As long as my experiment can be completed, I can do anything."

"Go back to school and go to Principal Hibbert and tell him your idea, especially emphasizing the possibility of getting a Nobel Prize."

"Why? You just told me to stand on the other side's perspective and convince others." Sheldon was very puzzled by Ron's inconsistency.

Ron rolled his eyes: "Come on, do you think the Nobel Prize is just your honor? It's still the school's honor. With you as the golden sign of winning the Nobel Prize, how much sponsorship can they attract? I promise, There must be more than what is given to you for experiments.”

"However, there is one thing you must pay attention to. When asking for funds from Principal Hibbert, remember not to ask for such a large amount at one time."

"Then how should I ask for it?"

"First of all, you should first ask him for a small amount, such as two or three million, and then wait until the money is spent, and then tell him that he only needs to invest a little more. At this time, you can ask for almost six hundred Wan, then tell him that the experiment will be successful immediately and that he needs to double the funding... Just like that, bit by bit, until you have enough money.

Note that you must not rush in the middle, but take your time. Later, with the sunk cost investment in the front, no matter how angry Principal Hibbert is, he can only be patient and throw money at you one after another, otherwise , all his previous money was wasted..."

Ron said with a strange light in his eyes.

While he was talking, Ron's cell phone rang. He picked it up and saw that it was a message from Finch.

"I need your help."

Finch has Reese as his partner. Ron has checked out Reese. He is a former senior CIA agent who rebelled for unknown reasons many years ago and his whereabouts are still unknown. Ron guessed that he must know some dirty secrets of the CIA and was placed in a In a mission where one must die, one must not be allowed to rebel.

Anyone who can be a high-level agent has two skills, and Reese is no exception. Ron began to become curious about things that Reise and Finch couldn't handle together.

Leaving Sheldon to Arthur, Ron came to the agreed place, an old abandoned library. Finch was sitting on the computer writing and typing on the keyboard, while Reese was lying with his upper body bare and his bandaged wounds exposed. On the cot next to it.

"You really have a face that is prone to bullets. Why do you get shot every time I see you?" Ron mocked mercilessly when he saw this.

"It's not Reese's fault, Ron. A congressman in Los Angeles just died today. The killer was framed. Reese was shot by the murderer when he was chasing the real murderer."

Finch stood up, came to Ron on crutches and handed him a piece of information: "Powell, a poor middle-aged man who has been unemployed for eight months and was framed as a murderer. He also has two children that we still don't know. Who is the person who framed him?

The person who framed him was proficient in hacking techniques and left a record of threatening letters sent to congressmen on his computer in advance. If he could not be cleared of charges, he would definitely be charged with first-degree murder, or, after he was charged Before that, the real killer would kill him first, and then there would be two more children who lost their fathers in the world. "

"That's your business, I just work with the money." Ron said nonchalantly: "Where is that unlucky guy who was wronged now? You won't be so injured that you didn't save that unlucky guy, right?"

After Ron finished speaking, a look of embarrassment appeared on Reese's face.

Finch took the initiative to excuse his partner: "If it hadn't been for the previous gunshot wound, Reese would have kept him, but his life is not in danger now. He is currently in the Los Angeles Police Department."

"Really? But I don't think it's that simple. Rise, what do you think?"

"I think the same as you," Rise struggled to sit up straight: "In a job like this, the people who are framed usually don't survive. If they don't solve the problem on the spot, they have to make amends immediately afterwards, causing Powell to commit suicide or... An unexpected look.”

"But it's impossible for the murderer to break into the police station and kill him, right? There are all police officers there." Finch still didn't believe it.

"If necessary, it is not difficult to kill someone in the police station, not to mention that he will be transferred to the court by the FBI soon, awaiting arraignment tomorrow."

Ron handed the information on the phone to Finchriser and the two of them to check, and they were immediately shocked.

"These FBI! They don't even know that they are putting Powell at the gunpoint of the murderer. We must do something.

"Don't move around when you're injured. This will only make your injury worse." Rise struggled to get up, but Ron pushed him back to the bed: "You've done well enough. Just leave the rest to me.”

"What are you going to do?"

"Just watch. What you need to do now is to find the person hiding behind the scenes. Only by finding out who framed him can all this end." Ron turned around and smiled, disappearing. In the stairs.

On a deserted road late at night, an unexpected and strange-shaped car parked on the side of the road.

Of course, this weird shape is only relative to ordinary people. For those who often read comics, they will definitely call the name of this car at the first sight: Batmobile!

That's right, Ron is driving a Batmobile now.

"Ron, I am opposed to using violent means to save Powell. Those FBI are just doing routine work and have done nothing wrong. They are all good people. We cannot kill several other innocent people just to save one person." people."

Through the hacked camera, Finch clearly saw the firearm in Ron's hand and kept shouting in Ron's earphones.

"Don't worry, I promise no one will be killed." Ron took off the magazine of the grenade launcher in his hand and inserted a grenade with a blue warhead.

Hank's brother-in-law, Mr. Walter White, finally recovered after a long period of treatment. In order to repay the medical expenses paid by Ron, he officially joined Ron's special operations team, but he was just a non-combatant like Andy.

But the difference is that Andy is responsible for Ron's financial work, while Lao Bai is responsible for the research and development of chemical weapons, which is very handy for a chemist who almost won the Nobel Prize.

Ron built him a laboratory in the basement of the Special Operations Forces headquarters, and the blue grenade he has is the work of this laboratory.

"Attention, the car is coming. You are still more than two hundred meters away. You can see him when you turn around the intersection."

Finch reminded in the headset, and Ron saw the faintly lit lights at the intersection ahead. The lights became brighter and brighter as random vehicles approached, and Ron stuck the barrel of his gun out of the car window.

The car turned left at the intersection and entered Ron's street, and it happened to appear under Ron's scope. Through the magnifying glass, Ron saw a total of four people in the car, three FBI agents, one driving the car and two others. Powell sat in the middle of the back row, left and right.

Ron lowered his gun, moved from the driver's body to the engine cover, licked his lips, and decisively pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

The grenade was shot from the barrel of the gun and instantly penetrated the hood of the car. The FBI agent inside quickly swerved and drove the car into an S-shape to avoid possible secondary strikes.

But the expected second blow never came, but for some reason, the FBI agent felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and his consciousness gradually blurring.

Boom~ The car hit a telephone pole on the side of the road without any control and stopped, but no one on the car got out.

Ron walked to the car. Everyone in the car had their eyes strangely closed. Even the driver was lying on the steering wheel and fast asleep. Ron showed a smile under the gas mask.

The quick anesthetic made by Lao Bai is really easy to use~