Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Caroline's grandmother did die in the end. Although it had "nothing to do" with Ron, the little game that Caroline promised Ron was indeed ruined indefinitely.

So Ron has been very angry these days. Despite this, some people still take the initiative to get into trouble with him.

"BOSS, I think you still believe a little too much in the words of your London collaborator. I have read the information about Mr. Sherlock. He may have been a good detective before, but now... you must not know what you have done. , you unleashed a lunatic who flouts the law!"

The DEA work experience made Hank hate drugs, even to the point of openly expressing his dissatisfaction to Ron.

"I know exactly what I am doing, Mr. Hank, but you, you don't know what you are doing. Sherlock assured me that he will never touch that thing again."

"Oh my god, you actually believe what a drug addict says!" Hank waved his hands excitedly: "Don't you know that an addict is no longer a human being? He will do anything to get drugs, even if he has to kiss him with his own hands It’s okay for Mom to kill her!”

"First of all, let's put aside your politically incorrect remarks above. Drug addicts are now called drug dependants. Although I think this statement is completely self-deceiving, I still want to be stronger, Sherlock. Unlike others, he just needs to seek excitement."

"All junkies are looking for a thrill, BOSS."

"Yes, but the stimulation he wants is different from others. This stimulation can be replaced by something else, and I guarantee you, this substitute will be more addictive to him than drugs."

"It wouldn't surprise me at all if your answer is OxyContin."

OxyContin, the prototype of the chicken game analgesic pills, is called analgesic pills and claims to help with drug addiction. In fact, it is just another form of drugs, and its addictiveness is no weaker than drugs.

In fact, many people have forgotten that the original purpose of methamphetamine was to help people quit heroin, but later people discovered that this stuff is more addictive than heroin, especially because it has a special stimulating effect.

"No, I'm not talking about painkillers. Remember that foul-mouthed gentleman from London?"

"Remember, what's the matter?" Hank nodded. He had always respected the genius who could deduce things in detail using only Google Maps and a few clues without being at the scene.

"The name of that foul-mouthed gentleman is Sherlock Holmes. Does it sound familiar to you?"

"Impossible! How could the master of reasoning in London be a drug addict?!" Hank felt as if his idol had collapsed, and he couldn't believe it. Ron arranged for Sherlock to bail him out.

"Yes, of course he is not the one in London," Ron continued before Hank could breathe a sigh of relief: "But he has an inextricable relationship with that one. They are both named Sherlock, and they all wrote The paper "Basic Deduction" that I want everyone to read, but no one has read."

"Wait, I think I've seen that before." Smith raised his hand.

Ron nodded: "Yeah, you saw it, and then you said, 'What the hell is this?' and just wrapped the hot dog in it."

"It's not my fault, that hot dog was really good," Mr. Smith said innocently.

"Wait a minute! Boss, I don't understand. What does this have to do with drug addicts? Can't he continue to take drugs while he is a master of reasoning?"

"No, you don't understand people like them," Ron shook his head: "For paranoid people like them, there is nothing in the world that drives them crazy than reasoning. If there is a brain-burning case that is In front of them, they can go without eating or drinking for several days, concentrating on trying their best to solve the case.

And if there are no cases that can match their brainpower for a long time, they will get bored. Believe me, there is nothing more terrifying in the world than boring the brains of these geniuses, because they will find their own fun and try Try to achieve a true perfect crime.

For them, the satisfaction that reasoning can bring them is enough to make them so ecstatic that no drug can be used to make them happy, and conversely, the same goes for perfect crimes. "

"This kind of person is really terrible." Mrs. Smith leaned into her husband's arms.

Ron's eyes twitched. That's enough. When you go out to collect taxes, you are the most violent. Now why are you pretending to be a little girl in your husband's arms?

"You mean, he took drugs because he was too bored? I still can't accept this statement. I feel so sorry for my brothers who were in the DEA together before. How could they take drugs just because they were bored! "

Hank was emotional: "Don't they know that every penny they spend on drugs will turn into bullets and hit my brothers!"

"So, he is a bastard, but bastards also have their uses, that is, we can use his smart brain to help us alleviate the murder rate in this city first. It is election season again soon, and the current mayor happens to be my friend. Sherlock just has something to contribute."

"In addition, if he really plans to be redeemed, he can save himself by the way. Hank, how are the preparations for the Kangji chaperone I asked you to find for me?"

"I picked three that didn't have good reviews, and they're all here." Hank handed Ron a folder, which was filled with women at Sherlock's request.

"This person's looks don't look good. I'm pretty sure that little pervert wouldn't agree. This one looks kind, but he's too honest. He must not be optimistic about our little genius. This one..."

Ron was stunned when he reached the last photo.

"What? What's wrong with this person?" Hank asked nervously.

"No, it's nothing, Jon Watson." Ron glanced at the name: "It just looks too similar to an agent I worked with before. If it weren't for the wrong name and place of birth, I would have doubted her. They are my old friends, I really miss those angels."

"Yes, this girl does look like an angel." Andy nodded in agreement.

"No, I'm talking about that organization, a secret service organization composed entirely of girls. They call their agents angels. OK, I'll definitely choose her, Hank. Tell her to report to Holmes' house tomorrow morning."

"Don't you have to choose again?" Hank asked worriedly.

"No, it's just her. I'm very optimistic about her. I believe that even if she's not as good at fighting as my old friend, she can still take care of a British gangster."

Ron made a decision immediately: "Also, please keep a close eye on him. If you find any signs that he is using drugs again, throw him to jail directly."