Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Howard didn't believe it at first, until Rajesh raised his phone and showed the evidence he had secretly photographed. Howard was stunned and stunned.

Ron covered his face. He remembered that when he and Hope were studying difficult gymnastics postures by the window, it seemed that there was indeed a flashlight below. He didn't pay attention at the time, thinking it was some passerby.

What's the big deal? Captain America's banana picture is all over the Internet~ How could you imagine that passerby is Rajesh? !

Ron glared at Rajesh fiercely, and Rajesh shrank in fear.

"Howard, please listen to my explanation. That woman is not Bernadette at all. She is another gymnast I know. You may have seen her on TV, but she just happens to look a lot like Bernadette. Look, I still have photos, Bernadette can never do this action, right?"

Ron handed over his phone, which contained photos of him and Hope working out together in the gym.

"Huh~" Howard differentiated for a long time, and finally confirmed that although they looked similar, they were definitely not the same person, and then he breathed a sigh of relief: "Let me just say, Ron, you will never be the kind of person to attack your brothers and women. Scary Kill me."

"Wait, why don't you ask Ron why he wanted a woman who looks like Bernadette?"

Rajesh's question that hit his soul directly made Howard petrified again. Ron was now in the mood to kill someone. If you don't know how to speak, just don't speak.

"Howard, please listen to my explanation..."

California, a military base in a remote valley not far from Los Angeles. When Hobbes, like Anonymous, proposed the construction of a new system that could monitor everyone, he was brought here.

The above-ground part of this military base looks no different from other military bases, but the main part is not as simple as it looks on the outside. It is located under the lake in the valley.

Hundreds of large computers like cabinets were sunk to the bottom of the lake, and were cooled by the lake water to allow them to work normally. This number was actually larger than the Microsoft hangar that Hobbes had visited before!

However, before Hobbes could ask his full doubts, Anonymous seemed to have seen through him and spoke first: "Look, these are the true essence of the Sky Eye System."

"How is that possible? If this is the Eye of the Sky, then what was it that we took back from the terrorists before? Didn't Ramsay say that he made this thing?"

It's okay if Anonymous is not mentioned, but once Hobbes is mentioned, it becomes even more confusing.

"You don't really think that such a small chip can complete the control and calculation of all terminals of all satellite computers and mobile phones in the world, do you?"

Anonymous looked at Hobbes helplessly. To be honest, if she could, she really didn't want such a stupid subordinate. He preferred a smarter subordinate like Ron, but unfortunately, Ron didn't like him. set.

Of course, Hobbes' stupidity cannot be entirely blamed on himself. According to Anonymous' speculation, it should be due to genetic differences.

Even if Ron is not mentioned, the achievements of other members of the Cooper family alone are enough to turn Hobbs into pieces.

An older brother, George Jr., who controls all tire sales in Texas, and Sheldon, a physicist who is hailed by the scientific community as the most likely to win the Nobel Prize.

Even Missy, the most inconspicuous girl in the Cooper family, is actually the actual controller of the Bob Gump restaurant chain behind her appearance as an ordinary waiter.

But there was no way, Ron had his own ideas, and in comparison, Hobbes was more obedient.

"The Sky Eye system has always been the highest-level secret project of the U.S. government. It is said that the origin of this project was developed by a bored female genius who planned to monitor her boyfriend's every move. However, she only proposed the design, and the real The people responsible for the manufacturing were two other talented engineers.”

"The chip that Ramsay inadvertently created is just the key needed to log into this system. Due to the high-end encryption technology, we cannot use this system even if we don't have the key."

"But didn't you just say that we made this ourselves? Don't we have the key in our own hands?"

"It originally existed, but it was later destroyed by the manufacturer of the machine. The two engineers became extremely hostile to us for some inexplicable reasons. One of them has died, but the other one still doesn't know. Whereabouts, I need you to find him now."

Anonymous handed a file bag to Hobbes: "This is his information, Dr. Harold Finch. He has a strong paranoia of being persecuted. Coupled with his understanding of the machine itself, he knows how to avoid the machine very well. Search, so we still haven't been able to find him."

"Then why do you think I can?"

"Of course it's because of this," Anonymous pulled out a pile of crime scene photos from the file bag in Hobbes' hand: "Mr. Finch is a person with a strong sense of justice, and he is very interested in another ability discovered when the machine is running. Interested in predicting crime.

It is also recommended to use predictive information to stop those crimes, but we all know that the greatest use of this machine is to deal with those hateful terrorists, which is also the main reason for our disagreements. "

"Although Mr. Finch intercepted all the prediction information through the reserved backdoor, we at least know when it sent the information, and the most recent one was last week, and these cases are all cases within the last week."

Anonymous' tone increased: "Hobbes, I need you to find the person Dr. Finch intervened in these crimes, and then follow the clues to find this person."

"Yes, sir." Hobbes was excited, but immediately fell into confusion again: "But which one should I start with?"

"I think this drug case would be a good choice." Anonymous pulled out one of the photos.

At the same time, Ron happened to say the same thing in his office.

"I think this drug case would be a good choice," Ron threw the photo on the table: "We have been spending too much money recently. If we don't find a way to collect some taxes, this quarter's bonus will be a problem. .”

Little Carl raised his hand: "Then why don't we go to Silicon Valley? All the companies there are very rich, and they can definitely collect a lot of taxes."

"My poor little pumpkin," Ron rubbed Carl's head hard: "Believe me, the capitalists in Silicon Valley will use all means you can imagine or cannot imagine to reasonably avoid taxes. Just arguing with them requires at least I don’t have that time in a quarter.

In comparison, these drug dealers, whose brains are filled with muscles, are obviously easier to deal with. "