Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"The call just now was from my aunt. My mother said she was going to take a nap, but she never woke up." Howard said, with a hint of whimpering in his voice in the last few words.

After saying this, he fell down on the sofa as if he had lost all strength. This sofa was moved by Stewart from his mother's house and had been with him for almost his entire childhood. Howard finally felt a little comfort.

"Poor Howard." Bernadette hugged her husband immediately.

"Howard," Ron patted him on the shoulder: "I know losing a loved one is a very sad thing, but don't forget that you still have friends like us to accompany you."

Howard booked the nearest flight to bring his mother back, and Sheldon's apartment became a place for everyone to remember together.

Because of this sudden incident, Sheldon Leonard finally stopped arguing, or it could be said that Leonard was not in the mood to hold on to Sheldon for doing experiments on him. Anyway, this was not the first time, nor was it the first time. the last time.

"OK, I just called Howard. They are already at the airport. He can still hold on." Ron returned to the living room after making the call: "Are you okay, Stuart?"

If anyone besides Howard had the closest relationship with Mrs. Vogowitz, it was Stewart.

"I still can't believe it. She is already gone. This woman took me in. Without her, I might have been sleeping on the streets."

"There will definitely be someone among us who will take you in." Amy comforted, but in exchange for a blank look from Stuart, the others were also a little embarrassed.

"Really? I can't remember who else said that except Ron." Stewart complained. In fact, it was the same, except that Ron had mentioned to him that if he really had no place to go, he could send a letter to his base. , as long as he is responsible for cleaning, he can eat with Mr. Hannibal. No one else has expressed the same idea.

But Stewart refused, because the food cooked by Mr. Hannibal... wasn't not delicious, it just tasted a bit strange.

Rajesh was surprised: "Ron, have you ever taken in Stewart? I thought you would only take in good-looking girls."

Ron shrugged: "You can't really see him sleeping on the street, right? I'm sorry, the mirrors I can provide you are really limited."

"But it's good. I'm very happy that she took me in in the end, and I got to know a kind-hearted person." Stewart said.

"Yes, Mrs. Wolowitz is very special. When I first moved to the United States, Howard was my only friend. She made me feel at home at home." Rajesh also fell into memories: "But things happened for a reason, because during those years She always thought I was their gardener."

"Every time she sees me, she says I'm too thin and tells me to eat more." Penny raised her glass and clinked it with him.

"She did that to me too," Amy agreed.

Penny was slightly dissatisfied and said: "Hey, don't take away my exclusive memory, okay?"

"I never mind her yelling at me," Sheldon said this time, "but now I can't hear it anymore, and it's so sad."

"I can yell at you in the future if you want."

Leonard patted him on the back to comfort him, but Sheldon rolled his eyes in disgust: "No, you can't yell at her domineeringly."

"But I believe you will hear such roars often in the future, I promise." Ron thought of Howard's little wife, Bernadette, who had inherited Howard's mother's roar very well.

"Ding ding ding~"

Ron knocked on the glass and stood up: "Raise, friends, to Mrs. Wolowitz, the dear... mother of all of us."

Ron thought for a long time, and finally felt that the word mother was the most appropriate. Not only Sheldon and the others, but even Ron would sometimes be taken care of by Mrs. Wolowitz.

"cheers."

…

The sadness did not stay in Ron's heart for too long, and a new job came to him immediately. This time, it was Finch again.

"Let me guess, the man behind the scenes last time has some clues, right?" Ron asked happily with his hands on the steering wheel.

Because the last time he was injured was a failure, Ron really wanted to get this place back, so he entrusted Finch to continue the investigation. Finch happened to have this intention, and the two parties hit it off.

"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you. This time it's another thing. The machine spit out another social security number. I'm taking a leave of absence to recuperate from Rise's injury. I need your help."

"If I remember correctly, you haven't paid me the money from last time." Ron curled his lips.

"But you said yourself that you would use the information about the mastermind behind the scenes in exchange for your last salary."

"Yes, I am right about what I said, but you haven't given me the information about the mastermind yet, have you?"

"Yes, but the investigation over there has encountered some difficulties. We don't have any clues yet, but sooner or later I will hand over the intelligence investigation about her to you. But now, the new number is not waiting for anyone. We have a chance to save it." An innocent life, Mr. Cooper."

Finch couldn't help but heaved a heavier sigh. Ron stared at him for a long time and finally nodded: "Come on, get in the car. Tell me the information about this person in the car. By the way, tell me, where are you going now?"

"El Monte. The home of Michael Cahall, or Daniel Tully."

"Who is he?"

"Daniel Tully, Cahol is just his alias, in order to easily blend in with the gangsters in Los Angeles. In fact, he is a police officer who graduated from the police academy in 2003, but all his work records have disappeared since then. Well, it seems the LAPD went to great lengths to hide his identity and gave him a fake Social Security number.

But the machine gave him his social security number, which means someone figured out he was a police officer and we should warn him. "

"Wow~ The story this time sounds much more interesting than the last time. What if there happened to be a classmate who graduated from the police academy with him and sneaked into the top management of the Los Angeles police. Secretly, he was an undercover agent sent by drug dealers. Two undercover agents Tit-for-tat would be more interesting.”

"It's very interesting, but there is no other undercover. Well, even if there is, we don't know. I don't understand what you are talking about."

"It doesn't matter, you go on. I'm telling you a story about a movie script. I just thought of the idea. I'm planning to find someone to make the movie. It's called "The Departed". What do you think?" Ron said nonchalantly.

This world is similar to the one in his memory, but also a little different. For example, some of the movies in his memory are not there, and "Infernal Affairs" is one of them. Naturally, there is no American remake.

"The name sounds good, but now is not the time to talk about it. We must save him. We must not let such a happy family be ruined. What are you going to do?"

While talking, the car had already driven to the door of Daniel's house. Through the window, you could clearly see him staying happily with his family.

"First of all, I need to know what case he is investigating undercover?"

"Is there any problem with the drug smuggling case?" Finch asked without knowing why.

"Well, the machine is right, this poor kid is finished." Ron shook his head regretfully.

"What's the meaning?"

Ron said sternly: "Rise may not have had time to teach you a lesson, so I might as well teach you a lesson. Remember, there is only one and only one largest drug trafficker in this country, and that is the CIA, in other words, this country."

"How is that possible? But haven't we been fighting drug crimes? Your subordinate Hank used to be a member of the DEA. Is it possible that we have so many drug wars but no results at all?"

"The United States simply cannot win the war on drugs, so it turns to using the CIA to sell drugs to earn anti-terrorism funds. Compared with the difficulty of countering drugs, counterterrorism is easier. I thought smart people like you had already seen through the U.S. government. trick."

Ron was influenced by his soul in his previous life and had a deep aversion to poisonous mouths, but he still chose to let Uncle Fried Chicken go, not because he had any original character plot, nor because Uncle Fried Chicken had any special charm.

But Ron knew deeply that killing Uncle Fried Chicken would not help in the fight against drugs. Even the downfall of Uncle Fried Chicken would cause new drug dealers to engage in price wars to make drugs cheaper, just like in ordinary businesses. It attracts more people who were just hesitant to give it a try and ruin their lives.

This was not just his guess, but a drama that had been repeated several times in Ron's limited life experience.

No matter when, there is only one condition for winning the war on drugs, which is to have a strong motherland with a tough attitude towards drugs, and to truly love its people and always put the people first.

As for the United States...hehehe~

After Uncle Fried Chicken dies, the drug market in Los Angeles will soon experience a wave of turbulence and reshuffle. Then the CIA will send another Uncle Fried Chicken to reintegrate the place and make the drug business bigger and more covert.

It's not that Ron has given up, but that this country is really hopeless. Based on Ron's memory, this shabby place will soon legalize drugs in a few years.

"But...but...if we were more resolute and there were more people like Daniel..."

"It's of no use, Finch." Ron looked at Finch's innocent eyes. In his eyes, Ron found a bit of his former self: "This country is fundamentally broken. The poor can't see it." A glimmer of hope for the future can only be paralyzed by drugs, and the body and spirit eroded by drugs will make him more desperate, and the cycle starts over and over again.

Where does the problem come from? Maybe education? The happy education of the poor gives them no chance to get into a good university. If they can't get into a good university, they will have no good jobs and can only work in low-income jobs. Then the children born will be even poorer and continue to follow the same path of their parents, who are born into noble families. It may be difficult for you to understand that in this country, as long as you are poor, you are doomed to an irreversible fate.

In fact, crime may be their only means to achieve counterattack in life, how about it? Isn't it ridiculous? "

Ron asked with a smile, an indescribable sarcasm on his face. At this moment, he missed his hometown in Texas so much.

Finch's thoughts are very naive, and it may be precisely because of this naivety that he cannot be indifferent to the numbers spit out by the machine. Although his behavior seems a bit holy, don't forget, he could have done this Don't do it.

Finch has a lot of money. He could be like other capitalists, spending every day thinking about how to squeeze the last copper out of the pockets of the poor, but he chose to lend a helping hand to those innocent people.

"But we are still the most powerful country in the world, aren't we?" Finch couldn't find a reason to refute, because what Ron said was true, but he continued to speak harshly.

“The strongest country built on plundering the world with dollars?”

Finch was discouraged: "Okay, I won't talk about this. Now I just want to save the poor man. Is there anything you can do?"

"Of course. First of all, we need to know who is the person who made the deal with his boss, and then carry out targeted actions. In the process, I don't mind killing a few CIAs. Anyway, even if I don't kill them, it won't be long." God, they will also be killed by our own people, not to mention those related to drugs, I have never been soft."

"You stay in the car and don't move. I'll go down there."

"What are you going to do? Why don't you join their gang first?"

"No, that's Rise's approach. It's too troublesome. I prefer to use my method."

Ron opened the car door and got out of the car. He first observed the situation at Daniel's house. He was still immersed in the father-son interaction with his son. Ron pretended to casually walk to the door of his house and dropped a handful of small trackers on the mat.

This is something he just learned from the mastermind behind the last incident. It is an ultra-small tracker. When thrown on the ground, the pointed side will automatically face upward. The shape is just big enough to get stuck in the soles of leather shoes.

It only took Howard three days to come up with the same thing, and it also improved the battery life.

"Okay, the tracker has been activated. It won't be long before we know their movements."

"Is this enough?"

"Of course not, this is just the first step," Ron restarted the car: "Next step, we need to go to the police station to get his file. Generally, there is only a paper version of this undercover file kept at the police station. In the encrypted safe in the archives room, no one except the undercover liaison officer knows the password of the safe. If the other party wants to find the undercover, checking this file is the best choice."

"It's really troublesome, why don't they save it in the computer?" Finch complained.

"I guess it's just to prevent hackers like you from casually checking the information of undercover police officers," Ron smiled, parked the car in front of a cafe, crossed Finch and opened the door: "Get out of the car."

"OK, are you buying coffee? What do you want to drink?"

"You can buy yourself a drink of whatever you like. I won't drink anything. You don't need to buy it for me. I want to go home and sleep." Ron waved his hand: "The signal from the tracker has been sent to you. Come on, little detective~"