Daily life of an American TV drama agent

The FBI team members were armed with various weapons, and the agent at the front was holding a shotgun. He quickly and swiftly opened the door lock at Caroline's hand, and then kicked the door open.

"Police! Don't move!" Under the mask, Hobbs yelled at the two beauties next to him without any pity.

"I don't know! I don't know anything! Whatever happens inside has nothing to do with us!" Caroline turned pale with fright. She quickly stood aside and raised her hands, almost peeing in fear.

"Calm down, calm down," Max comforted Caroline while standing with her experiencedly and getting out of the way: "Don't worry, it's just a temporary raid. In this community, things like this often happen. matter."

"Who are you?!" Hobbes blocked the two ladies like a big wall.

"Hobbes, you scared them. They have nothing to do with the drug dealer you raided. They are just two poor girls selling small cakes."

The "special police" walking behind didn't have any weapons in his hands. Even the mask only covered the upper half of his face. He was actually eating a lollipop very non-seriously.

Even without the sound, just by looking at the chin, Caroline and Max both recognized the owner of the chin, and cheered in surprise: "Ron! Why are you here?!"

"Ron, I've told you many times, you have to call me by my codename when you're on a mission outside!" Hobbes turned around and glared at Ron viciously.

"Okay, vulture, whatever you say is a vulture." Ron said nonchalantly.

"It's the Bald Eagle. My code name is Bald Eagle."

"But you don't have any hair on your head. I think it's more appropriate to call you Vulture." Since we were all acquaintances anyway, Ron simply took off his mask, touched his lush hair, and looked at Huo innocently. Booth:

"Really, not even a hair. I have a man named Arthur who is in the same situation as you, but he just doesn't want to accept the folk remedy I introduced to him. Rub his head with ginger juice. Do you want to try it?"

"I'm bald by myself, not born bald!" Hobbes was so angry that his eyes widened. If there weren't so many people present, he really wanted to take out a gun and shoot him in the head.

"Okay, just say yes." Ron refused to continue to pester him about the issue of hair growth. He turned around and faced Max and the two of them: "Why are you here? The small cake shop now provides beautiful clerks late at night. Food delivery business? Trust me, that’s not a good idea.”

"A beautiful woman walking alone on the streets of Los Angeles late at night is almost a naked invitation to criminals."

"Well, it's actually not as dangerous as you think," Max said. "Those people will only attack people like you who seem to be richer. No one will embarrass a waitress who has to work hard to make a living late at night. born."

"Those people just want money to buy new drugs and go back to dreamland."

I have to say that Max is indeed a child who grew up in the slums, and he has an extremely accurate grasp of the psychology of these bastards in the slums.

Ron believed that even if she did encounter someone who was malicious to her, Max would have enough means to deal with it.

"I'm not talking about you, I'm mainly talking about her, Caroline," Ron's tone was a little more serious: "Do you really think you can handle the streets of Los Angeles at night?"

It's not that Ron reprimanded her like this, but that Caroline is different now from before. If it were the Caroline a week ago, except for a good-looking skin, there really would be nothing worth worrying about.

Moreover, Caroline's appearance does not conform to the mainstream beauty standards of the slums. They all like people with big breasts and big butts, just like Max.

But it's different now. There is an extra ten thousand dollars in Caroline's account, and it's not a one-time addition. From now on, amounts ranging from several thousand to tens of thousands of dollars will come in almost every month.

This amount of money is enough for an addict to never wake up from the drug's anesthesia.

"Hey, I'm different from before, okay?" Caroline said unconvinced: "I have lived here for a long time. It can be said that I am no different from Max, who was born and raised here!"

"Oh my God," Max covered his forehead: "How can you be so naive?"

"No, the difference is huge. If Max were walking alone on the street, I believe she would have enough ways to solve all kinds of troubles, but you are different."

"The next day, there will be cleaners who will find various parts of your body in different trash cans. Even if they search everywhere, they can't put your body together because there will always be at least one good organ that will be in a place." Matching organs beat on rich people.”

Caroline was stunned by the cruel truth Ron told her.

"Come out and dig him out for me! Get the evidence and put it in the evidence room. You lost it last time!" Hobbs shouted, and the FBI SWAT officers pulled out a man from the house. Man with long hair.

It was the man whom Caroline had just mistakenly recognized in the corridor.

The evidence bag taken out by the SWAT police later also contained drugs and an M1911 pistol found in his home.

"Boss, this guy actually tried to resist, but I immediately knocked his gun away with a forward somersault and a flying kick. How about that? Isn't it powerful enough?"

The SWAT officer who spoke like he was rapping approached Hobbs. He would be damned if Ron couldn't recognize that he was Hobbs's high school classmate.

"Hobbes, you can play later, I'll see the two ladies off." Ron said hello and left with Caroline and the two.

There are some things that are not convenient to say in front of Hobbes. Based on Hobbes' experience, he will definitely realize that there is a problem with Caroline's online fund-raising.

"Max, why do you have to go out to deliver food at night? Isn't the money raised by Caroline not enough?" As soon as he walked out of the building, Ron opened his mouth and asked, "You are not still working in that restaurant, are you?" "

"Of course that money is enough, but it is only enough to pay the rent and decoration expenses. The location of the store you found is indeed good, but the rent is not too cheap."

"If this guy hadn't accidentally broken our original oven, the foot traffic at that location would have been enough for us to earn back the cost in the first few months."

"So, the oven I sent you is broken again? Why is it broken?" Ron looked at Caroline who had done something wrong and lowered her head: "Forget it, I won't ask, but I feel like delivering food late at night like this The money I make is still too little."

"How about this, I'll buy you another oven, don't refuse it yet, just think of it as my investment in your cake business. If one day you plan to go public, be sure to count my share. The work is the original stock."