Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Thanks to the two phone calls Leonard made on the way, Howard and Rajesh managed to escape danger and arrived at Caltech about ten minutes later than Ron and Ron.

With the flight control program provided by Peggy and the hands-on skills of the three scientists, Ron's drone finally successfully flew into the sky. It was about the same size as the one he had played with in his previous life, and could carry no more than three kilograms. things.

In Howard's words, this is already the limit of this size. If you want to increase the load capacity, you can only increase the size, and the weight of the battery will also increase accordingly.

"Okay, let's just leave it like this for now," Ron said with some disappointment, "I want to know how far it can fly?"

"Because it uses a lithium battery, it can fly farther, about two or three kilometers, but the remote control range is only one kilometer, which is enough for a toy."

As the chief engineer, Howard immediately seized control of the new toy. Under the envious eyes of the other two homeboys, he was the first to conduct a test flight and had a great time.

"Who said I just want to use it as a toy?" Ron's eyes kept rolling: "Don't you think it could be used to send three kilograms of TNT under someone's butt without knowing it, and then detonate it? Would it be fun?"

The three little otakus were so shocked after hearing this that they even forgot to control the drone and didn't notice it falling from the sky. Fortunately, Howard's workmanship was solid and it didn't break.

"Ron, you...didn't you agree at the beginning to make...toys?" Howard asked stuttering.

Ron asked with a smile on his face: "What? Doesn't it qualify as a toy?"

"Qualified, of course qualified...but..."

Ron didn't wait for him to finish and interrupted directly: "You are scientists, don't you know that all scientific progress was originally used for military purposes?

how? Do you feel guilty if your achievements are used by others to kill others? "

The three heads nodded together, and Ron couldn't help but laugh in his heart. Although these three guys have superhuman IQs, are they too simple and cute?

"Then let me comfort you~"

Ron showed a faint smile. He vaguely remembered that in the original timeline, the three or so people who made the navigation device were also worried about whether it would be used in the military. At that time, the military person said this.

"What you made for me is just a drone, not a killer weapon like the Death Star or Transformers. As for what I do with it, what does it have to do with you?"

When he said the last sentence, Ron deliberately let out a hint of murderous intent, and the three little scientists were so frightened that they quickly shrank their necks.

"The patent is as I said. Each of you two will take 20%, and I will keep the remaining 60%. As for Leonard..." Ron trailed off.

Leonard heard his name being called and quickly puffed up his chest, but Ron's next words disappointed him.

"Leonard is here to work for nothing, so not only do you not get any share of the shares, you don't even get the salary~" Ron smirked, and didn't speak again until he saw Leonard hanging his head like a defeated little rooster. .

"However, I can help you chase Penny. Apart from changing rooms with you, everything else can be discussed. There is no other way. Although Sheldon is my brother, you all know that few people can be good with him. Been together for more than a week.

From this point of view, I even admire your good temper. If it were me, I would chop Sheldon into pieces and feed it to the dogs in a week at most. "

Howard and Rajesh nodded in unison. Only the good old Leonard still hesitated: "Isn't this a little too cruel?"

"Then cut it neatly?" Ron asked, tilting his head.

Leonard: This is indeed my brother.

Ron clapped his hands: "Okay, let's change the topic. Anyway, you have nowhere else to go today because of Sheldon. How about you help me make two more toys like this? It just so happens that there may be one soon. A big job.”

"No problem, are they exactly the same?" Howard assured him immediately, patting his chest.

"Let me think about it," Ron thought for a moment: "I want a few guys smaller than this, at least one that can carry a kilogram of TNT and fly around. It's better to fly fast enough, and then give it to me. For a guy with a bigger load, I want to try putting a submachine gun on it and turn it into an aerial firepower point, what do you think?"

Howard was shocked, but he still nodded with difficulty. He was already on the pirate ship anyway, so what else could he do, but Ron's next words finally made him feel a little better.

"I will ask a guy to send you 10,000 US dollars later as a purchase fee. If it is not enough, ask me for it. In addition, he will also bring over the weapons you may use. Come on, I am optimistic about you. ~"

After saying that, Ron waved his sleeves and said goodbye to everyone.

Leonard assembled the parts in his hands depressedly: "So, on rare weekends, we will be workers on the arms production line here?"

Rajesh: "What else? Do you want to go back and take care of Sheldon?"

"Absolutely not!" Leonard quickly shook his head.

"Work hard, brothers," Howard tiptoed to the door. After observing that Ron had completely left, he came back and announced to everyone with great pride:

"Brothers, guess who will get nearly two thousand US dollars in excess funds due to cost control? How about we go to the bar together tonight and have a good time?"

"YES!" Howard received a burst of cheers as expected.

After Ron went out, he neither went home nor returned to the company. Instead, he turned on the computer in the car. The tracker placed yesterday had taken effect, and a red dot on the map of Los Angeles flashed on the computer.

The location is right in the city center, near an office building not far from the restaurant where Max works.

Ron said to himself: "What are these two guys doing?"

"Maybe it's a new mission?" Peggy reminded in the headset.

"New mission? You mean their target is in that building?" Ron vaguely remembered that before the complete break with the Killer Company, Arthur and his rookie did indeed perform another mission.

It's just that it's been too long and he can't remember clearly, so he can only rely on Peggy.

"Peggy, can you help me check what companies are on that building? The more suspicious ones? It would be better if you could help me find those two bastards from the surveillance."

"I can tell you right now without checking that their target must be Chaim, a cult leader of the Los Angeles branch of Scientology."