Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"Now Amy and the others have to work overtime on Saturday, can you believe such a ridiculous thing? Is this what you expected the weekend to be like?"

At Ron's home in the suburbs, Sheldon was sitting at the kitchen bar, holding a cup of cold hot drink in his hand and chattering endlessly. Ron rolled his eyes helplessly.

In order to avoid Sheldon's nagging, he specially moved to the place he temporarily lent to Raj to have some peace and quiet and do something he loved with his confidante. However, he didn't expect that Sheldon would go from there all the way. The apartment gave chase.

After Ron struggled to stop Max, who wanted to split Sheldon's head open after being slapped by Sheldon, Ron had no choice but to send Max away with great reluctance for Sheldon's safety.

There is no way, even though Sheldon is a man, but compared with Max's explosive female power, he will be beaten to a pulp by Max.

"Please, Sheldon, I'm really busy. There are still many flowers waiting for me to pick outside. I don't have time to listen to your complaints." Ron picked up the tea cup: "Besides, you have just disturbed one of my peach blossoms. If you let me ruin another good thing, I'm afraid I won't be able to help but drown you in the toilet."

"Hey, she was the one who complained first! She also called me a nerd." Sheldon said angrily.

"But who makes her my girlfriend? She can always do things for me that you can't do for me. Now that you have a girlfriend, I think you should understand that only a girlfriend will do things for you. kind of thing."

"Are you saying that I will sing "Nuan Maomao" to you before going to bed every day? Please, make sure I sing it better than her."

Sheldon said unconvinced. Ron almost choked on his tea. He was simply defeated by Sheldon's naivety. I spent so much effort and talked to so many girlfriends just to listen to a duet and a trio before going to bed. What?

"Okay, what do you want?"

Sheldon looked up and said, "I just wish I could make Howard and Raj as angry as I am right now."

"Really?" Ron was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then as if he thought of something, a smirk began to appear on the corner of his mouth: "I can't control Howard, but as for Raj, maybe you can do something he likes. Things that will make him jealous of you in turn."

"Like what?" Even though he felt something was wrong, Sheldon still couldn't help but show interest.

"Have you ever seen The Adventures of Tom Soria ?"

Ron asked confusedly, which made Sheldon a little confused, but he still answered very honestly: "No, no."

"Housework, I know he is an Indian man who looks a bit gay. Such people generally have strong mysophobia, so Raj likes to do housework the most."

Ron looked at the room that had become a little messy due to his battle with Caroline Max yesterday, and told a lie without any guilt.

"Housework, what kind of housework are you talking about?"

"For example, cleaning the bathtub, mowing the lawn, and so on. Oh, by the way, Raj also likes to clean the floor and apply wax on it. Look at this dirty floor, it's just for himself. If you do it for him, he will be so angry when he comes back."

After saying that, Ron looked at Sheldon eagerly, waiting for his reaction. He was not sure whether Sheldon's IQ would be useful in this regard.

Sheldon lowered his head and thought for a moment. When he raised his head, there was already a hint of a conspiratorial evil smile on his face: "That's great! When he comes back and sees this, he will be so angry that his head is smoking!"

"Yes, that's it," Ron breathed a sigh of relief in his heart: "All the cleaning tools are placed in the utility room. Come on, my dear brother! You must finish all this before the garbage comes back. He’s good-looking!”

"Of course!"

Sheldon started cleaning complacently, while Ronze put down the tea cup, went to the refrigerator to get a can of beer, sat back comfortably on the sofa, and drank while watching Sheldon work diligently like a donkey in a mill. Working diligently, I couldn’t be more happy.

However, the good times did not last long. An hour later, after the date, Rachel sent Alex next door and returned to the house.

"Sorry, Ron, I've worked overtime and gone on a date. I'll be back later. Don't worry, I'll clean it right away... Huh? When did you clean it?"

Halfway through his words, the lucky Indian finally noticed the smooth wooden floor that had been cleaned and waxed.

"Hahahaha, how are you? Can't you laugh anymore? Raj, I have finished all your favorite housework." Sheldon walked out proudly wearing rubber gloves.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I hate doing housework the most. When I was in India, these were all done by servants. Thank you, Sheldon. If it weren't for you, I would still be tired and sweaty, just like You are the same now."

When Raj heard this, he immediately understood Ron's tactics and gave Ron a high-five.

"Wait, then why did Ron tell me..." Sheldon was at a loss as to where he was. Halfway through his words, he immediately came back to his thoughts and turned to look at the initiator: "Ron! You are taking advantage of Am I notoriously easy to trick into helping you clean?”

"Of course~" Ron handed Raj a bottle of spleen wine, and the two clinked their glasses happily.

"Hmph! I should have slammed the door and left. I already had the gloves and wire brush in my hands. I also loved cleaning the oven. Damn it, I was going to slam the door and leave after I finished cleaning the oven!"

Sheldon walked to the oven indignantly and started to work angrily. As he said, any person would be sure to slam the door and leave, but Sheldon's obsessive-compulsive disorder would make him Stay until everything is cleaned.

But unfortunately, Ron didn't have time to see him finish. Just when Sheldon was halfway brushing the oven, Ron received a message and suddenly stood up from the sofa.

"What's wrong? Ron, are you going out? I just ordered takeout, why don't you go out after eating?" Raj said strangely.

"No, you and Sheldon can eat together. Something happened to a friend of mine in Africa and he needs to go there now." After Ron said that, he picked up his coat and went out, and gave Yuri a slap in the face. Telephone.

"Help me mobilize a batch of arms in Africa immediately as quickly as possible... Yes, now, immediately, immediately. I don't care what kind of things they are, I only want the most violent ones."

At the same time, on the other side of the Pacific Ocean, in Africa, tens of thousands of kilometers away from the United States, Byrne and Leng Feng, who had already gotten to know each other through a drinking party last night, were happily sitting on the beach, chatting while having a barbecue.

"It turns out that your most beloved person was also killed by the owner of this bullet. Take care, brother," Leng Feng patted Bourne's arm and said comfortingly: "But how can you be sure that the owner of this bullet must be in Africa? ?”

Bourne lowered his head, and countless explanations flashed through his mind, but he finally decided to tell the truth honestly: "I have a very powerful friend, his name is Ron. He told me that he saw this when he was on a mission in Africa. The seed bullet, he said, should be a bullet used by someone in a mercenary company with long-term operations in Africa."

Leng Feng's eyes lit up, and his initially wavering heart became firmer: "Really? Is that what he told you?"

Bourne nodded: "Yes, although I lost my memory due to the accident, my intuition tells me that he is one of the two people closest to me and will never lie to me."

Leng Feng was just about to ask for some more details when suddenly, there was a loud noise nearby. Looking back, he saw that the car they were driving had been blown up into the sky.

A group of government soldiers fleeing in embarrassment were fighting and retreating under the attack of the massive Red Turban rebels. As they were retreating towards their place, strings of bullets were fired at them. Leng Feng saw that the situation was not good and quickly fired. His godson was pushed down to the ground.

"Lie down!" Leng Feng shouted loudly, but except for Bourne, who had the same military qualities as him and had superb military qualities, he lay down and hid behind a tree trunk. The other black people who had just partyed with them fled in all directions. , several people have been killed under the intensive firepower of the Red Turban Army.

"This is not a place to stay for a long time! It's cold, run!" Bourne looked up and observed the number of enemy troops from behind the tree trunk, and immediately made the most correct decision.

On the other side, Leng Feng also made the same judgment. Without any explanation, he immediately picked up his godson and ran wildly with Bourne.

This beach is close to the capital city. They quickly passed through the hail of bullets and returned to the city. However, the situation in the city was not much better. Red scarf rebels were everywhere. Although the government troops also began to mobilize, But after all, due to the numerical disadvantage, they were suppressed by the Red Turban Army and could hardly hold their heads up.

"Go that way!" Leng Feng pointed to the street store, and Bourne immediately understood what he meant.

There is currently a firefight on the street, and the three of them are unarmed. It may be a good choice to hide in the house and wait until the firefight is over. After all, no matter which side wins, it is impossible to kill everyone.

Facts have proved that their idea was hasty. They could think of this, and so could the timid government soldiers. As soon as they ran into the store, several government soldiers pointed guns at their heads.

"Don't shoot! Don't shoot! They are good people!" The shopkeeper, who is also a yellow man, quickly explained to the soldiers.

The soldier pointed his gun at them and shouted impatiently: "Go! Go! Go to the back!"

They had just taken cover behind the store shelves when a burst of bullets were fired from outside the store. The bullets that penetrated the glass door did not stop and penetrated into the bodies of the government soldiers at the door. The soldiers fell one after another.

"Boom!" The door was kicked open, and a moment later the rebels with red scarves around their necks broke in.

Leng Fengbourne looked at each other, and they could see the uneasiness in the other's eyes. Coming in like this at this time, it didn't look like he was here to buy anything.

The sophisticated and smooth shopkeeper immediately took out a Red Scarf Army flag from under the counter: "Don't shoot, we are our own people, the Red Scarf Army will win! The Red Scarf Army will win!"

But this kind of cheap lie could not fool these soldiers. The Red Scarf Army soldiers had already found another government flag from under her counter and were furious: "Show me what the hell is this?! He is Government forces’ lackeys! Brothers, kill them!”

As he spoke, he pointed his gun at the shop owner. Behind the shelves, Lengfeng and Bourne looked at each other and each touched a wine bottle.

Continuing to stand still is equivalent to waiting for death. Instead of doing this, it is better to fight!

However, just when they were about to take action, the back door of the store was suddenly kicked open, and a quick short burst of fire, like a roll call, shot through the heads of several soldiers who were about to attack the owner of the store.

Leng Feng turned around, and saw a man in a short denim jacket, holding a revolver standing there. He bravely hid from the rain and threw out the magazine of the revolver. Six hot bullet casings fell to the ground. After refilling the bullets, like As if juggling, he turned the pistol in a circle in the air, and pointed the black muzzle at the Red Turban soldiers who had just broken in.

"Noon has arrived! Bang bang bang..."

The Red Turban soldiers who had just recovered from their daze had not had time to turn their guns, and they were all shot and lying on the ground, their round eyes still looking incredulous until they died.

Leng Feng was horrified. He noticed that all the soldiers of the Red Scarf Army who were shot were shot in the middle of the head. The position was right between the eyebrows. With this kind of marksmanship, even if he was an elite member of the army he had served in. There are not many people in the army who can do it.

Even if there is one, it will be an automatic pistol, not a revolver with less accuracy.

And just when he was stunned, Bourne came up to him in surprise: "Ron! I never expected to see you in this place, why are you here?!"

Leng Feng realized in his heart that he was the very powerful friend Bourne mentioned.

"Of course it's because I saw on the news that you were in danger. I asked you to come to Africa. If something happened to you here, that guy Ethan would definitely nag you non-stop, so I came to save you. Ron gave him a big hug and looked at everyone in the store: "What are you waiting for? Why don't you run quickly? Don't you think that just a few of us and a few guns can kill the people outside?" The Red Turban Army, right?"

"Yes, we should evacuate immediately!" Byrne picked up an AK used by Red Turban Army soldiers from the ground, and collected a few magazines from them and hid them on his body: "We should go to the U.S. Embassy now, they must Will protect us!"

Ron's expression became strange: "Have you not received the message yet? The US Embassy has been evacuated. If we want to survive, we can only rely on ourselves now."

"FXXK! These damn cowards!" Bourne couldn't help but curse.

At this moment, the shopkeeper who was silent next to him raised his hand weakly: "How about we go to the Chinese Embassy? We are Chinese, they will definitely protect us, and we will tell them , you are our companions."