Daily life of an American TV drama agent

In the Pasadena apartment, the scientists gathered together again for dinner. Sheldon and Amy each held a small notebook, looked at their friends with careful eyes, and continued to calculate scores for them, while Ron Watching all this with a smile.

"Ron's chicken breast fat-reducing meal, Penny's Kung Pao chicken... OMG, the delivery person made a mistake. He delivered white rice, not fried rice at all." Leonard started to deliver the meals, but when he arrived, An accident happened while Raj was here.

The delivery boy got his rice wrong. The original fried rice was turned into white rice without any side dishes. Under normal circumstances, few people can eat it directly, let alone the pampered Raj.

"No! How is this possible? I just rode a spinning bike this morning. A bowl of greasy fried rice is the reward I deserve."

"If you ask me, this should be considered an emergency catering situation. Which one of you is going to step forward to solve this problem?" Ron said loudly in a joking tone. Sheldon and Amy's eyes lit up at the same time when they heard this, and they took out their small bags. Benben began to observe everyone's reactions.

This is another opportunity to rate everyone.

But unfortunately, no one answered. In the end, Howard couldn't bear Raj's pitiful puppy-like eyes and took out his phone: "Forget it, let me handle it."

"Ni Hao, this is Howard... I didn't give us fried rice. The fat Indian friend was not happy... Thank you." Howard used his usual strange Mandarin accent, and Ron suppressed his laughter.

Howard's Mandarin sounds really funny, but others don't think so. In the eyes of "foreigners" like Rachel, Howard speaks Mandarin as well as Ron.

"How's it going? You didn't make me cry, did you?" Raj asked gloatingly.

"Actually, she was still laughing after hearing this, although I don't know what she was laughing about, you know? Ron."

"Maybe it's because of your accent?"

Ron said with a smile. Sheldon and Amy hurriedly took down notes next to them. In their haste, they did not forget to give Ron a grateful look. However, before Ron could say anything, his phone rang and he looked down. Looking at the number, it was Finch calling.

"Sorry, guys, it looks like I can't have dinner with you. I have something to take care of."

After saying that, Ron ignored the weird looks from others, hurriedly took a few bites of his food, turned around and left, leaving only a room full of people stunned.

"The situation is probably like this. We guess that he may regard the bar's sign-in list as his hunting target range, so we need some beautiful girls to sign in at the bar to attract his attention and let him take the initiative to strike up a conversation. what do you think?"

In Finch's secret base, Reese explained their plan again, and Ron nodded clearly: "I understand the truth, but why did you call me here? You don't intend to let me dress up as a woman, do you? "

"Don't you have any special hobbies?" Ron's expression changed as if he thought of something terrible.

Finch waved his hand quickly: "No, we are not perverts! I just heard that you know a lot of women. I want you to find a few people to help, and let them form a bait team with Samn, so as to attract him to come over and strike up a conversation. The chances are also a bit greater.”

"This is a good idea. I can also call many girls who meet the requirements. However, there is a small problem here." Ron crossed his hands and raised his chin: "How are you going to pay for their fees?"

Ron's capitalist bloodline awakens.

"The appearance fee is 20,000 US dollars per person. If the person being approached successfully becomes our bait, we can pay an additional 100,000 US dollars until the matter is over, okay?"

"Of course." Ron agreed immediately, as if he was afraid of reneging on the installment, he immediately took out his mobile phone and called: "Gizelle, can you come out tonight? You have a job to make extra money, are you coming? Appearance fee Ten thousand dollars..."

An hour later, a row of beauties with different styles were already sitting on the big sofa in the bar booth. For a while, this booth became the focus of the audience. Even if there were disagreements, such heartbroken people couldn't help but look at them two more times. Eye.

"Let me introduce to you, this is Gizelle, a former CIA agent. Now, my subordinates, these are Caroline and Max. Although they have no experience in using firearms, they are very good at self-defense for women in the slums. They can protect themselves. No problem, this is Hope, a former gymnast..."

Ron introduced these glamorous women on the sofa to Finch one by one, that is, his own gorgeous harem group, but except for the first Gizelle, most of them had no outstanding experience, which made the installment I can't help but wonder if Ron specifically found someone to top up the money to defraud him of funds.

Considering Ron's bad personality, it's really possible to think about it.

"I said you're not deliberately looking for someone to fill up your numbers, are you?" Finch pulled Ron aside and asked secretly.

"How is that possible? Do you think I look like that kind of person?" Ron said innocently, but judging from the way Finch looked at him, maybe he really was that kind of person in Finch's eyes.

"Okay, maybe I do have a little selfishness, but I promise you that it will never affect your plan. If he doesn't take the bait, I promise to return all the money I took from you, how about it? "

Feeling uncomfortable with Finch's weird eyes, Ron could only raise his hands in a gesture of surrender.

Ron's greed for money is very clear to anyone who knows him a little bit. He is basically a Pixiu type. Don't expect him to spit out what he eats. Ron dares to use this as a guarantee, which shows that he is very concerned about this. How confident Beauty Trap is.

Finch couldn't help but wonder: "How can you be so sure? You know, if the person he chooses is not the female agent or Samn, the life of the chosen person may even be in danger. Aren't you afraid that they will be in danger? ? Come out quickly, they are all very important people to you."

"Afraid, of course I'm afraid, but I'm pretty sure they won't be selected. But if you know your target in advance, you won't have such doubts."

Ron took out his mobile phone and swiped the girls taken today in front of Fincher one by one: "Look carefully at the photos of these girls. Did you find that they have a common characteristic?"

Because Ron was skating too fast, the girl's appearance just had time to form an impression in Finch's mind before he immediately switched to the next one. The disadvantage of this was that he couldn't look at each girl's face carefully, but the advantage was also very obvious. That's what it's easy to catch what these girls have in common.

"Oh my god! These girls all look a bit similar. It gives me an indescribable feeling, as if I have seen another person who looks very similar to them." Finch couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Of course, of course you have met this person, but she is dead, remember? Donna Wellington."

Ron picked out another photo of a girl. Not only did this girl look somewhat similar to the girls in the file just now, but what was even more interesting was that if one of the facial features of the girls in the file was taken out and spliced ​​together, it would almost look like It can perfectly replicate Donna's face.

What's even more amazing is that this face is surprisingly similar to Gizelle. Seeing this, if Finch still doesn't understand what's going on, it's really shameful for his IQ that is comparable to Sheldon.

"Oh God, it turns out we have been wrong all along. He is not the perverted murderer we always thought, but a poor man who wanders around the entertainment scene, trying to find his girlfriend's face from other members of the opposite sex." For a moment, Finch said to the target The impression has been greatly improved.

"I don't think he is a pitiful man. After all, he has enjoyed what he should have enjoyed, and there is also an unexpected windfall of unknown origin. In short, the secrets of this man are worth digging into. Hush, he is here, let's start Take action, girls~”

Seeing the target entering, Ron said hello to the girls and walked to the second floor of the bar. The view here is wide and he can almost see the entire bar. Even if he has become independent in his heart, the target will definitely go to Gizelle. , he still has to be fully prepared.

Sure enough, everything was as Ron had deduced. The target wandered around the dance floor, then took out the dating app on his phone and started looking for his target. When he saw the photo of Gizelle signing in at the bar, his eyes lit up and he was decisive. Match clicked.

Gizelle crossed her legs, clicked Agree, and pretended to look around. Finally, her eyes locked on the target and she waved to him coquettishly. All levels of honey traps were easily accessible to him as an agent.

The two chatted happily, and their relationship quickly heated up. Soon it was time for the man to invite the woman home to watch the kitten and do a backflip. The two walked out of the bar side by side, with Ron quietly following behind.

"I had a lot of fun tonight. Thank you. I don't know your name yet."

"Ian, a man whose heart is moved by your eyes." The target said affectionately. As he spoke, he leaned forward, as if he was preparing to kiss Gizelle.

Although he believed that Gizelle would avoid him in a measured way, Ron was still jealous of his intimate behavior.

"Just wait and see, brat, when the mission is over, I will definitely punish you." Ron said bitterly.

However, just as he was speaking, Ron noticed that two strange figures walked out of the alley not far away, walking down the street with guns in hand without hesitation.

Even though the United States is a country where people are free to hold guns, they do this openly. There are not enough people walking down the street with guns.

Generally speaking, such a person is either preparing to commit a crime or is committing a crime.

"Two gangsters are walking towards you, Gizelle, be careful." Ron reminded in a low voice.

Gizelle tilted her head, looking over Yi En's shoulder, and immediately locked onto the two people walking towards them.

"Sorry, am I too abrupt? I'm sorry..."

In the middle of his apology, Ian heard footsteps behind him and turned around quickly. At this time, the two gangsters had already stopped and pointed their guns at them.

"Hey, man, don't be rude, just take what you want." Dean took out his wallet and threw it on the ground very skillfully. Obviously, this was not the first time he did this.

The last few times he encountered such nighttime robberies, this trick had successfully saved him from danger, but unfortunately, this time it was different because the target of the "robber" this time was not money.

"You are very unlucky, Ian, what we want is not your wallet, but your life," the man who seemed to be the boss in the weight loss said: "Say goodbye to this world!"

The robber boss waved his hand, and Ron's voice sounded in Gizelle's earphones: "Are you ready? I want the one on the right."

"Then on my left, I'm ready!"

As soon as Gizelle finished speaking, he suddenly stretched out his hand to push Ian away. Seeing that the situation was not good, the robber was about to pull the trigger. Two gunshots "Peng Peng" rang out in no particular order. The robber's pistol was shot away in horror. Looking at Gizelle, he just wanted to run away.

Two more "bang" shots were fired, and the two robbers were shot in the legs and fell to their knees.

"Well done, Gizelle, your marksmanship has improved again." Luan Zhi walked out of the shadows, patted Gizelle's buttocks and praised him. Gizelle directly hooked his neck and offered him a scent. After the kiss, Ron didn't forget to give Ian a look as if he was doing it.

Ian stood stunned.

"Both of us can't compare to you."

"Are you okay, little fool?" Ron let go of his hand around Gizelle's waist and came to Ian: "I guess you still don't understand what happened, right?"

Ian nodded blankly: "Who are you? What is going on?"

"To put it simply, someone wanted to kill you, but we knew it in advance, so we came to protect you." Ron turned back: "Gizelle, this little fool is in your hands. You come and explain to him what happened." What?"

"As for you," Ron turned his head and faced the two stupid thieves, his expression suddenly turned fierce: "I think I might try to get something useful out of your mouths? Do you choose to tell me right away? Me, or should you tell me after seeing my methods?"

Frightened by Ron's ferocious gaze, the two of them were so frightened that they even forgot about the pain of their wounds. They hugged their partners helplessly and said in a very shameless manner: "Don't kill us, we promise to tell you everything!"

"You tell me so easily? You are not cheating, are you?" Ron doubted: "Forget it, let's go to jail first. I still believe the answer from my interrogation~"

The dim street lights illuminated Ron's extremely handsome face, making him look like a vampire in a horror movie. The two innocent robbers screamed in fright and struggled to crawl back.

But how could such a child's play escape possibly work?

, Ron casually tore off the two metal rods on the iron fence next to him, took two steps forward and pierced hard, pinning the injured legs of the two robbers to the ground.

"Ahhhh~~"

The robbers screamed miserably, but Ron looked at them with a smile: "Don't worry, the game has just begun~"