Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"No, what kind of movie is that?" Sheldon asked curiously.

When Ron heard this, he almost couldn't control himself and roared: God, I don't do this with you, right? He just finished fighting the robots in the future world, so he wouldn't be allowed to fight dinosaurs now, right? !

Are you kidding me? Ron really couldn't imagine taking Sheldon to visit Jurassic Park like going to Disneyland. The scene was so beautiful that he didn't dare to look at it.

"It's nothing, that's the movie plot I conceived in my mind. You know I've been wanting to write a script and make it into a movie recently." Ron quickly drank Coke to cover up the abnormality.

"If you are interested, you can go to Bernadette's laboratory and have a look. Their company seems to be conducting genetic research on paleontology recently. I heard that they seem to be using DNA extracted from dinosaur blood in mosquitoes in amber as samples, and then other Part of it is supplemented with genes from frogs, crocodiles and the like. If their company doesn't allow outsiders to enter and exit, I would really like to see how the progress is..."

Sheldon was talking to himself, completely unaware that Ron was lying on the sofa in a daze.

Forget it, no matter how powerful dinosaurs are, they still can't escape the category of carbon-based organisms. Even if one bullet can't kill them, if they fire a few more rounds and use up a magazine, I don't believe they can't kill a Tyrannosaurus rex.

"Ron, I have your phone number." Leonard, with several big lipstick marks on his face, took the wireless phone from next door.

Eating and drinking is only a secondary purpose. Ron spends time with Sheldon every day mainly to make room for the newlywed couple. There is no way, who made Sheldon a giant baby? It's impossible to survive without Leonard.

Because Leonard mentioned that he wanted to swap with Ron and move in with Penny, Sheldon was so angry for two days that he locked everything related to Leonard in the apartment. Get up and make the apartment look like it did before Leonard moved in.

If Ron were to say that Leonard and Penny were just flirting, Sheldon and Leonard were true love. Of course, if Dan is included, who is Sheldon's, Dan or Leonard? It’s really hard to say, “The Right Girl.”

"Hey, who's there?"

Ron asked carelessly, but after the voice on the phone started speaking, his cynical attitude disappeared immediately. He suddenly sat up from the sofa and was replaced by caution and caution.

"...No problem...I understand...Don't worry, I will definitely go tomorrow..."

This was the first time Leonard saw Ron looking so serious, and he couldn't help but poke Sheldon: "Who is your brother talking on the phone?"

"From his actions and demeanor when he answered the phone, it can be judged that this is a person he really doesn't want to contact, but he has to contact him, and the way they get along makes him very uncomfortable, so... I judge that he must be having an anorectal contact. The doctor called, by the way, he must be making an appointment for an anorectal examination!"

Sheldon said proudly, just at this time Ron's call ended, Leonard simply asked Ron directly, and told Sheldon's guess again: "Did Sheldon guess it right?"

"That's right, he's almost like an anorectal doctor. Anyway, if he does the same thing, he deals with dirty things every day."

Sheldon puffed out his chest proudly.

"Who is that person?" Leonard was completely confused by this ambiguous statement.

"The current president, Francis Underwood, President Frank, asked me to go fishing tomorrow." Ron said helplessly.

Meeting the president may be considered an honor in the eyes of ordinary people, but it is not a good thing for Ron. He knows very well what he has done.

Not long ago, he secretly released Peck. By the way, as soon as that kid escaped to Europe, he disclosed the U.S. government’s surveillance plan. Now the whole world has become suspicious of electronic equipment related to the United States and the U.S. government. They are monitoring themselves through these electronic devices, and in fact, their suspicions are certainly correct.

Just the attack on Fort Detrick planned by Ron was considered treason from any angle.

Therefore, Ron always felt guilty when he was summoned by the president.

But fortunately, Ron has seen a lot of strong winds and waves, so there won't be any flaws on the surface.

"Oh, my dear little wolf," Frank gave Ron a big hug as soon as they met, and hugged him to introduce to the people around him: "Donald, you should have heard of it. Last year, the record was set in Los Angeles State. The wolf of the new IRS tax record, the hero of the Finance Department, if we had a few more tax officers like him, the financial situation would be much better than it is now."

"Hello, Mr. Vice President." Ron politely stretched out his hand to shake Donald's hand.

Donald Bryce, Frank's vice president, in Frank's words, is the hypocritical man who comes to the office every morning to see if he has a chance to rise to power. He is one of the most embarrassing people in the entire White House.

Unlike other countries with presidential systems, the vice president of the United States does not have any real power in his hands. He is only a poor spare tire who is qualified to temporarily replace the president if he dies in office.

So far in the history of the United States, there have been a total of 48 vice presidents, but only 8 have succeeded in sitting on the presidential throne, which symbolizes supreme power, for various reasons.

Probably this Donald also knew that he was not very popular. After a few simple greetings, he casually found an excuse to leave, leaving time for Ron and Frank.

"Well done, Ron. I thought you would be a little rusty at fishing, an old man's trick. I didn't expect you to be very good at it. Look, how many fish you have caught! We will definitely have a great dinner tonight. A real treat.”

Frank patted Ron's arm in a very friendly manner. Anyone who can become president is at least the best in terms of friendliness.

"Maybe it's because I had better luck today." Ron looked at Frank's bucket. There were only three poor fish in it. The two of them clearly used the same fishing rod and the same bait, and they were not even too far apart.

The reason for this difference, if Frank hadn't specially arranged for someone to lift the fish underwater and hang the fish on his fishing rod, would have been only one reason, and that was Frank's inability to calm down.

Ron simply hung the fishing rod on the shelf: "I guess you specially brought me here from Los Angeles. It must not be as simple as just fishing with you, right?"

"Haha, I was discovered by you," Frank continued to fish, a glint flashed in his eyes, but it was immediately concealed: "What do you think of the defense contractor?"

"Defense contractors? You mean the mercenaries?"

Frank nodded.

"I have a general opinion of them, or rather dislike them," Ron thought for a moment and said seriously: "Although they have good combat effectiveness, and they do not need to be compensated after they die, and they do not need to be counted in the casualties of the US military, so The military report will look much better if it is shown to the media."

"However, their military discipline is too lax. They have sexually assaulted, tortured prisoners, and massacred civilians... all kinds of negative news have emerged one after another. They have caused more trouble in the past few years than the U.S. military has in the past ten years combined."

"I'm thinking the same thing as you, what do you think about me canceling all private contracting contracts?" Frank continued to ask.

Not long ago, Blackwater's mercenaries caused the biggest scandal in history on the battlefield in the Middle East. It was reported by media from various countries and triggered various anti-war organizations to take turns to condemn it.

In order to calm the incident, Frank directly announced the cancellation of cooperation agreements with all mercenary companies.

This question is a bit beyond the scope. Although Ron has his own opinions on this issue, he will not show it: "I think it is better for you to discuss this issue with the Secretary of State or the generals in the Pentagon. I am just a small person." Agents can only do some tax collection work."

Several major military contractors in the United States, such as Blackwater, Salient, etc., are each backed by strong capital and military bosses. Ron does not want to get involved in this muddy water.

This is a large interest group, and it is directly linked to the military. There are even faint shadows of several large arms companies. Ron is not stupid enough to find trouble with them.

It's enough to bully financiers or technology company bosses in normal times. What kind of joke are you going against an arms company? They really have missiles in their hands!

"Sure enough, you are still as cautious as ever. Now that I have done this, I will not regret it. If I don't do this, it will be difficult for me to maintain my current support rate. I don't want to lose in the re-election campaign."

Frank was as confident as ever: "I'm here to talk to you about another matter. Are you interested in getting a new job?"

"What's the new job? Tell me about it?"

"How about Director of the Secret Service?" Frank looked at Ron with a dazzling look.

The U.S. Secret Service is a law enforcement agency of the U.S. federal government, affiliated with the U.S. Department of Homeland Security. The agency's primary responsibility is to prevent and investigate counterfeiting of U.S. dollars and bonds, but a more important responsibility is to protect the personal safety of the President, Vice President, elected officials, and their families.

In other words, it is a bodyguard agency that also performs investigation work. Therefore, in this position, the president can directly appoint the person he trusts most without having to listen to anyone else's opinions.

Before March 1, 2003, the Secret Service was affiliated with the U.S. Department of the Treasury, so there were still a large number of former Treasury personnel inside. Ron's jump from the IRS to the Secret Service was not too outrageous.

However, entering the Secret Service at this time was not an option.

Ron frowned and glanced at the vigilant Secret Service agent in the distance: "Why not choose Mike? Mike is doing a good job now. I heard that he has never had any problems in the personal bodyguard job for so many years. Error, I don’t think anyone would have a problem with him taking on the position of Secret Service Director of his caliber.”

Frank stared at the back: "Of course I know Mike has done a good job, but in my heart, you are the first choice for this job, and I trust you more. And with the strength in your hands, if you can stand alone If you are a security company, I will definitely sign a contract with you as soon as possible."

Ron realized that Frank's words had two meanings.

The first level is naturally to hope that Ron will serve as the director of the Secret Service. After all, Ron's strength is obvious to all, and his group of superior subordinates can protect everyone's safety.

The second level is slightly suggestive. Mercenaries are such easy-to-use temporary workers. Even a smart president would not really give up. What Frank wants to do is not to completely drive away mercenaries, but to sign a contract with the US military. The mercenaries were replaced by their own people.

It sounds like I should be the white glove he chose.

This is an opportunity, but it also contains huge risks. Another person might agree immediately. After all, war is the most profitable business in the world. At this point, drugs are far less profitable.

I would like to ask which mercenary company signed a contract with the Pentagon that didn't start with a billion or several billion dollars? This is a wealth that many people cannot earn in a few lifetimes, but Ron is a different kind.

Are you kidding me? How could being a bodyguard for someone be as comfortable as being his native emperor in Los Angeles?

Not only was there no one to take care of him, but he could take a vacation whenever he wanted. What's more, he had to spend his life to make more money. Ron didn't want to go to war with the behemoth of the military-industrial complex.

At least not now.

Ron shook his head and rejected this very tempting proposal: "Forget it, you should find someone else. You also know my personality. I am more suitable for destruction and less suitable for protecting others. I can give you the most effective The way to protect you is not to let you ride in an open car. Mr. President, I think you can talk to Mike."

"Okay," Frank nodded regretfully: "There are too few fish here. I plan to go to the lake to try my luck. I'm going to call Mike. Do you want to come with me?"

"I won't go. I hope you have a good time." Ron shook his head.

Next, there should be a conversation between Frank and Mike. Frank just asked politely and there was no need for him to participate.

"Command, Central and Interior Area Security."

"Area 14 is safe, the outside is safe, everything is normal..."

Several helicopters flew over Ron's head, conducting reconnaissance in the vicinity. These were the forces of the Secret Service. As long as he nodded, these generals would be under his command, but Ron did not regret it.

However, what no one knew was that just when President Frank was worrying about the position of his Secret Service director, two nanny cars with obvious signs of modification drove up to the dense forest near the lake.

Two men, all wrapped in dustproof suits, stepped out of the car. They opened the back door of one of the nanny cars, and a strange transmitter composed of multiple tubes protruded from the back door of the car.

At this time, neither Ron, who was sitting by the lake fishing, nor the Secret Service agents who were chatting and laughing around him as usual, were aware of the imminent danger.

"The operation begins." The man in a dustproof suit patted his companion and pressed the remote control in his hand.

"What is that? Is it a bat?" An agent pointed to the dense black dots flying in the sky in confusion.