Daily life of an American TV drama agent

After being caught in a heavy rain, Sheldon caught a cold as expected. No one had a better say in how difficult it was for the sick Sheldon than Ron, who had grown up with him.

Ron was so frightened that he hid in Fiona's house and did not dare to go back.

But he was not worried about Sheldon's condition at all. According to Leonard, Sheldon was well taken care of by the new graduate student.

But even so, Ron didn't dare go home because he wasn't sure if this was a ploy by Leonard to get revenge for leaving them at the paintball field.

"What's this information about?" Ron took out a piece of information from a pile and slapped it on Andy's desk. All the information was reviewed and screened by Andy before being sent to Ron.

Ron's theory was to train Andy's judgment and prevent him from developing Alzheimer's symptoms, but in fact it was just an honest excuse to be lazy.

"Is there something wrong? Isn't this a very normal piece of information?"

"I mean, where did it come from?" Ron's eyes twitched: "I remember that I have turned down all the invitations from the FBI and CIA."

Yes, Ron had the Heinrich case that he had rejected.

"Before you went to work, you were sent by a CIA playboy." Andy continued to count the accounts without raising his head: "If you can get up from Cinderella's bed every day without being late, maybe you can still get married with Let’s meet that playboy.”

Cinderella refers to Fiona, and this nickname is quite appropriate.

"Playboy?" Ron tilted his mouth like a god of war: "Are you talking about a handsome young man who looks like the eldest son who is engaged to the princess in "Princess Diaries 2"?"

"Yes, it seems you know him. No wonder he mentioned you when he came."

"I guess what he said must not be good." Ron curled his lips.

"No, he has been praising you for being honest, brave, and honorable. You fully meet the highest requirements for an agent."

"So you want to dump the trouble on me? Don't even think about it~" Ron picked up the coat from the hanger: "I'm going out."

The CIA, FBI, and IRS have a default rule. Accepting all the information provided by the other party means that they are willing to participate in the case. Of course Andy, who became a monk halfway, did not know, and Ron did not mean to blame.

But this matter is really not easy to deal with.

On the surface, it is just a case of a low-level gang leader purchasing weapons of mass destruction through illegal means.

But in fact there are two major doubts here.

First, a nuclear warhead, even one that has been eliminated by the former Soviet Union, requires a lot of money. How could a gang leader who made his fortune in the flesh business get so much money to buy this thing?

What are you planning to do with it? To compete with other gangs for territory? Have you ever seen gangsters throwing nuclear warheads at each other over territory?

So Ron can conclude that this thing is definitely not what Heinrich himself wants to buy. He is just a middleman, and there is definitely someone else who really wants it!

Second, where did Luo’s nuclear warhead come from? ! Although the seller has always claimed that this is an old object that was eliminated by the former Soviet Union, Ron can clearly remember that a month ago, a big one with the same specifications was lost in France, and it has not been recovered yet.

Well, the specifications and equivalents are slightly different, so others haven't made any connections in this regard, but Ron is 100% sure that the one lost in France is the one Heinrich planned to trade.

There is no other reason than that the seller’s name is Yuri Orlov!

After getting into his car, Ron called Orlov directly: "Yuri, you bastard! What do you think? You dare to even handle such a thing? Are you crazy about money?"

"Sorry, I didn't expect it to be this."

"What do you mean?" I don't even know what I'm selling? How can it be?

"This was sold to me by a Ukrainian general who has been working with me. We have cooperated many times before. This time he said that a big guy asked me to help him sell it. I said okay, who knew it could be this kind of thing? ! Damn it!”

Olof's voice was full of regret, but if regret was useful, what would an agent do?

"This time I was hurt badly by you! Let me tell you, this time I will help you wipe your butt again, but our equity distribution will have to be recalculated." Ron said helplessly.

Orlov hurriedly agreed: "No problem, even if it's three to seven, I mean seven to you and three to me."

"We'll talk about this later. Let this matter calm down first. You don't know how big the commotion is this time. The CIA and FBI are all out..."

After Ron made the call, he didn't rush to start the car. Instead, he closed his eyes to rest and began to think about countermeasures in his mind.

The CIA's two idiots are not enough, but the real trouble is Hobbs's side. Ron knows that he is deeply trusted by Nameless and even has the authority to use higher-level powers.

Therefore, this matter must be settled before Hobbes fully intervenes in the investigation.

The good news is that the people responsible for the case are not only two fools, but also two fools who fell in love, and these two fools fell in love with the same woman.

You can take advantage of this.

The only people who had dealt with Orlov were Heinrich and the general. If these two people died, everything would be fine.

As we all know, dead people cannot speak.

All that's left is to let that dangerous thing be snatched away by anyone. According to Orlov, the big guy hasn't even left France yet.

I really don’t know what the French intelligence officers do for a living. They are just a bunch of losers. I haven’t found out yet.

So, the first step now is to see where those two idiots have progressed!

Ron made a decision, immediately started the car and drove to the CIA's secret base.

"Peggy, can you help me find where Heinrich is?" Ron drove and used a dedicated phone to call the only phone number on this phone.

"Oh, man, you really only think of me when you need me," Peggy's tone sounded sour: "How are you and your Cinderella lately?"

"Fortunately, you clearly said you don't mind me dating other people." Ron was caught off guard by Peggy's tone: "If you are free recently, how about I go find you?"

"That's about right, although it sounds like a deal."

Ron breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, can you tell me now where Heinrich is?"

"He is in Los Angeles." There was a sound of typing on the keyboard from Peggy's side: "Yesterday afternoon, the port camera captured him coming out of the cargo terminal. He should have passed through the smuggling ship. I guess he was going to kill his brother. The idiot came for revenge.

The information service is over, don’t forget to come and cheer for your kitty recently~”