Daily life of an American TV drama agent

At midnight, Springfield Hospital, Dr. James, the main doctor of the hospital and the owner of the hospital, has not returned yet.

Instead, he continued to sit at his desk and sort out the information. If anyone saw it, they would sincerely praise him and say, "What a good doctor!"

But only he knows that the purpose of reviewing patient information is not to better cure the patients, but to screen out the next victim from the patients!

Yes, he is the real murderer of the recent serial murders in New York!

A year ago, his wife's death made him realize the fragility and insignificance of life. Obviously, he saved countless people with his medical skills. To use the myth of his wife's hometown, it can be said that he has countless "merits".

But there was no way to save the life of his beloved wife, and even he himself was diagnosed with cancer.

At this time, if it were in the world of comics, he would transform into the Green Goblin or Doctor Octopus, turning what he has learned into a weapon for evil.

Even in fairy tales, at least he will become a vampire like Dracula who stabs Jesus Christ with his sword and drinks the holy blood.

But unfortunately, this is reality, and he can only become a madman who pins all his hopes for cure on the most mysterious alchemy in Eastern mythology.

Yes, that's right, he's already a madman.

A person who has received a higher education will believe that taking out the location of the five elements corresponding to the internal organs of a person with a specific birth date at the corresponding time, making a pill and taking it to cure an incurable disease, what else is he if he is not a lunatic?

Soon, a smile appeared on Dr. James's lips, because he found the next suitable target in the information library, and this target was easier to deal with than the previous second-generation ancestor with a prominent background.

This target is just a homeless man who wanders around the city all year round.

Dr. James secretly noted the face of the homeless man. This kind of person usually chooses to spend the night in Central Park in the city center at night.

As long as he takes the time to pay someone to chat with him and ask him to eat a hamburger, he can easily reveal his latest settlement. He just needs to do it at the right time at night.

But at this moment, something unexpected happened!

A sharp arrow went through the glass window with a "whoosh" and was nailed to his desk. Before he could make any move, the glass window of the office immediately shattered with a "ping" and a figure crashed in.

At this time, Dr. James finally reacted, took out the scalpel that had been hidden there for a long time from under the table and faced the uninvited guest in the office: "Who is it!"

Ron punched the doctor's scalpel away from his hand. Doctor James might have good fighting ability among ordinary people, but for Ron, who had returned from fighting in the battlefield, he was not even qualified to be an opponent.

Doctor James missed the mark and immediately raised another fist and smashed it towards Ron's face, but Ron didn't even have the mood to look at that fist.

The hand that knocked away the scalpel turned into a fist, grabbed James' wrist and swung it to the side. The doctor's entire center of gravity was deflected, and his fist brushed past Ron's face and hit the air. It is still moving forward under the influence of inertia.

Seeing that James was about to fall into Ron's arms, Ron stepped aside, gave up most of his body, and then lightly hooked his foot.

"thump!"

Dr. James fell to the ground in an ugly dog-eating posture, and his whole face suddenly turned red. Just as he had time to put his hands on the ground and prepare to get up to fight again, Ron had already stepped on his back mercilessly. .

James, who had just managed to catch his breath, was crushed to pieces by this kick.

"I am Oliver Queen, the enforcer of this city. You have failed this city!"

Ron said in an arrogant voice through the voice changer, and at the same time he felt secretly happy. Sure enough, it was more handsome to say such a line that was so shocking for the second time!

Compared with this line, lines like "I am the captain of the IRS Special Operations Team" are simply weak!

Dr. James doesn't usually read comics, but that doesn't stop him from seeing related TV series on the premium channel of his TV.

Is this another imitator with severe chuunibyou? Dr. James thought this way. He didn't think there would be police officers dressed like this to come to enforce the law. What's more, he had full confidence in his criminal methods (the IQ of the New York police), and he was confident that they would not suspect it for a while. On him.

By the time those idiots found him, he would have already refined the golden elixir and ranked among the immortals.

Dr. James simply gave up the struggle: "Friend, please let me go. No matter what you want, I can satisfy you. I am a doctor and have a lot of money. Please don't hurt me."

"Really?" Ron's face hidden under the hood was blurry, and James couldn't tell what kind of expression he looked like. He could only follow his words and continue: "Yes, yes, as much as you want. It’s all money, and I can turn it all into cash for you!”

"What if I want the elixir you are refining?" Ron asked in a playful tone. As soon as he finished speaking, the body under his feet suddenly struggled violently.

Ron let go of his foot on his back, and when the doctor was halfway up, he kicked the doctor hard in the stomach: "Be honest! You disgusting murderer!"

However, the doctor who was kicked away by Ron did not behave like the gangsters on the street who got beaten. Instead, he held his stomach and glared at Ron: "Who are you? How did you know that I was refining alchemy? It's obvious It’s a secret technique written in ancient books! It’s impossible, you can’t know it!”

"I'm sorry, I just walked around in your alchemy secret room." Ron picked his nose boredly and looked at Dr. James as if he were a piece of garbage: "With this little knowledge, you still have the nerve to claim to be a secret art ?Have you seen the 86 version of the Western Game? You even placed the alchemy furnace in the wrong position, they are all arranged in a row."

"Journey to the West? I only know that it is a mythical novel..." Speaking of professional issues, James suddenly became quiet, but the fanatical look in his eyes did not diminish at all.

Not only did it not subside, it actually burned more intensely.

"It was later remade into a TV series. An old Taoist priest from the mountain was specially invited to serve as a consultant. It is definitely better than your random groping." Ron curled his lips: "But I'm not here to tell you this today. I didn't During that free time, let me ask you, do you want to become a god, right?"

James nodded blankly.

"That's right~ I'm here to negotiate a deal with you," Ron seduced in a devil's tone: "Once you become a god, these mortal things will be useless to you, right? ?So, are you willing to use the property in your name to make a deal with me?"

"What deal?"

"I will keep the secret that you are a murderer for you. The price is that all your property will belong to me after any accident happens to you and you become an immortal. How about that?"