Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"He actually used this tape to record the high school idiot football game!" Sheldon went crazy.

"I have to remind you, when you talk about idiot football games, you need to notice in advance that your two brothers are still on the playing field." Ron couldn't help but clenched his fists: "I think you are naughty. It’s itchy~”

As expected, Sheldon still deserves a beating as always.

"Wait, wait Ron, we are not here to beat up Sheldon today, we are here to help him get out of his knot. Sheldon, is there anything else we can do for you?"

Leonard quickly intervened between the two people who were at war with each other to smooth things over. If it hadn't been for him, Sheldon would have had to get another beating from Luen today. However, for Leonard's sake, this beating was recorded for the time being. .

"Of course! You build a time machine and let me travel back in time to persuade my young self to give up physics as soon as possible! Because nothing in the world will go his way!"

Sheldon slammed the door angrily and left, leaving Leonard where he was at a loss. Ron looked at her embarrassment in a funny way: "I told you before, he is really weak. How about it? Do you regret helping him? If I had known, you should have held Sheldon down with me and beaten him severely."

"There will be a chance. Sheldon promised me that when he wins the Nobel Prize, I will slap him with my own hands to tell him whether it was a dream or not. Even for this opportunity, we have to do something. We can't Let Sheldon stay depressed like this." Leonard said with stern eyes. He has been waiting for this opportunity for too long, and he must not fall short at this critical moment. He still believes that Sheldon's theory can help him Won the Nobel Prize.

"I like this reason." Ron rolled his eyes and immediately had an idea: "Depression, this should be a psychological problem, right? I remember your mother is one of the greatest psychologists in the world, how about How about we give him a call and ask?"

Leonard was a little confused by Ron's suggestion. Under normal circumstances, she was unwilling to contact her indifferent mother, but after some thought, especially the condition that Sheldon's slap could be legally deleted, it was too much. It was tempting, so I finally gritted my teeth, stamped my foot, and hit my mother.

"Beep beep~" The phone just rang once and was answered immediately.

"Leonard, why do you want to bother me?" After a brief greeting, Leonard's mother asked impatiently.

Ron nudged Leonard, and Leonard reluctantly asked, "I have some psychological issues, and I need your professional advice."

"I'd love to help you, honey, but I'm very busy right now. Maybe we can make an appointment next week..."

As soon as Leonard's mother spoke, Leonard knew what he was going to say, and rolled his eyes helplessly at Luo En, as if to say: Look, I knew this would happen.

But Ron had no time to pay attention to Leonard's complaints. Before Leonard's mother could hang up the phone, I quickly interrupted her and said, "Ms. Beverly, what we want to talk about is not Leonard's problem. But it’s my brother Sheldon’s.”

"Sheldon? Then I think I can spare a few minutes." After hearing that it was Sheldon's problem, Beverly said happily, applying it to her eyes.

As we all know, probably because of compatibility, Leonard's mother has always been very partial to Sheldon, and her attitude towards Sheldon is hundreds of times better than towards Leonard, her biological son.

Leonard yelled angrily: "Wait, didn't you just say you were busy?!"

"Please, Leonard, not everything has to revolve around you," Beverly glared at her son, turned to look at Ron, and then turned into a kind expression: "You are Sheldon's brother, right? Right? What’s going on with Sheldon?”

"Thank you, Beverly. Since his paper was overturned, he has been depressed and his whole body seems to be ruined. In my hometown's pasture, if there is a cow like this, we will definitely kill it. Eat it, but unfortunately we can’t do this to Sheldon, so what should we do for him?”

"It sounds like he should be in some kind of sad mood. Maybe it would be better to let her vent it out," Beverly said thoughtfully, "Maybe you can..."

Ten minutes later, Ron and Leonard came to Sheldon's bedroom door again: "Sheldon, I think we have found a way to appease you."

"It's impossible. The only video that can comfort me has been washed away by dad's idiotic football game!"

Sheldon's voice came from the bedroom, and Ron clenched his fists again angrily.

"Calm down, Ron, calm down, you know Sheldon has always been like this." Seeing Ron getting frustrated by Sheldon, Leonard felt a little relieved: "At worst, we can always comfort him after , even if I try to deal with him, I am willing to give you the second slap in the face when I receive the Nobel Prize invitation."

"It's a deal, it's settled," Ron high-fived Leonard and continued shouting into the bedroom: "Sheldon, you have to let us try something else."

Leonard followed and said, "How about we do a farewell ceremony with your thesis together? For example, hold a funeral for your thesis?"

"That sounds so stupid," Sheldon said in a scornful tone.

"But my mother said this might work..."

Before Leonard could finish his words, Sheldon's bedroom was suddenly opened: "Then maybe this method really works."

Leonard couldn't help but feel angry: "So you thought this was my method, so you didn't believe it. You actually think like this, it's really..."

Sheldon spread his hands and said, "Please, Leonard, not everyone has to surround you."

Ron was amused by his words. Beverly had also said this just now. The two of them were so in sync with each other. If Texas wasn't too far away from Leonard's hometown of Niagara, he even suspected that the two of them were in sync with each other. They were not born in the same hospital and then held each other in the wrong arms.

Sheldon should be Beverly's child, and Leonard should be his stupid brother.

"Hurry up, I can't wait. What's the best way for us to say goodbye to my thesis? How about the pirate one?" Sheldon went from being uninterested to eager to try, and it took less than a month to switch. minute.

"Are you talking about putting the body on the boat and then shooting it with a bow and arrow soaked in oil?" Ron thought for a moment and doubted: "Let's not talk about whether you can hit the boat. First of all, can you? Draw your bow?"

"This..." Sheldon and Leonard glared at each other. With their arm strength, it is estimated that a child's bow would be strong enough.

"Okay, then I suggest you put a tank of water in the bathtub and just grab a metal container to put the paper in and light it, and you won't be embarrassed when you go out." Ron imagined Sheldon and Leonard in the park. As he shot an arrow with a child's bow at a boat drifting farther and farther away, he couldn't help but smile.

"This is a good idea, and you don't have to go out. It's really great! I'll get ready right now!"

Sheldon ran towards the storage room happily, but Ron walked out the door. Leonard couldn't help but stopped him strangely: "Aren't you coming with us? Ron."

"Of course not. Just be careful and don't set the house on fire. I have other things to do." Ron waved his hand and left the room without looking back.

Although he wanted to watch the drama between Sheldon and Leonard, Ron couldn't stay because he had more important things to do.

After leaving the apartment, Ron drove directly to his house next door to Claire's house. When he arrived, there was a lot of noise in the house. Someone had entered the house before him and was having a party inside.

Ron didn't mind, but smiled, and opened the door. The first thing that caught his eye was Toretto's big bald head full of presence, and then the family members surrounding him, as well as the people on the sofa opposite him. The tit-for-tat forces gathered by Ron led by Deckard Shaw.

The people on Toretto's side were okay, but the people on Decshaw's side were more mixed. His two younger brothers and sisters, Ron's younger brother who was an accountant who was very good at sniper rifles, and Ron's brother whom he found from nowhere. Two bald men who looked very similar to Dyke Shaw. Although they were not familiar with each other, after seeing each other's hairstyles, they inexplicably liked each other more, and then they naturally stood together.

Ron's eyes swept over everyone's faces one by one with a sense of accomplishment. Each of these people is an elite. If they are brought together, it is not impossible to overthrow a small country, but these people with unique skills, each one He has a rebellious personality and left his original place for various reasons, but unexpectedly, he was gathered here today because of Ron's invitation. Ron felt deeply honored.

"Good evening, guys!"

"Good evening, Ron~" Seeing Ron come in, both parties put aside their prejudices and greeted Ron in unison. No matter how much they disliked each other, at least they were full of respect for Ron.

"Last time you asked me to work with that chicken guy Hobbs. Why did you arrange for me to go with this stupid guy this time? How do you dislike me? You keep arranging for me to work with these annoying people. With the guys." As soon as he saw Ron, Decshaw complained gushingly.

"Correspondingly, you didn't thank me for finding you two of your long-lost brothers, so we are even," Ron lightly punched Decshaw in the chest, making him grit his teeth in pain. Grinning, Ron waved to two other men who looked similar to her as if he hadn't seen her: "This is Joey, the former British special forces, and Brock, the former FBI agent. To be honest, you three Standing together, I almost couldn’t tell who was who.”

"We are not here to hear you introduce friends to us," Toretto walked out from the family, interrupted Ron's teasing and said angrily: "I can see that the people you called are all talented people. So is there any big trouble this time? You are my family Ron, I will definitely help my family if they have something to do."

Ron has always been very loyal to Toretto, and accordingly, Toretto treats Ron as a real family member.

"Don't worry, I will tell you soon. What is the purpose of gathering you?"

Ron took everyone back to their seats and picked up a bottle of beer himself: "Guys, you may not know every friend here, but at least you all know me and are willing to trust me, right?"

"certainly."

"We are family!"

"What's your business is my business."

…

Everyone yelled in agreement, Ron pressed his hands, and everyone immediately fell silent, listening quietly to what Ron was going to say next.

"Because you are willing to believe me, I have brought you together today to tell you a shocking secret, that is, our world is in danger."

Ron looked serious: "There is an organization called Aideen, which has existed in the world for thousands of years. All of you should have come into contact with or heard of him. Of course, you may not have heard this name. Sometimes it's called the Syndicate, sometimes it's called Skull and Bones, or it's called Cobra..."

Hearing Ron list the former names of this organization, or the names of its subordinate branches, every elite present changed their expressions. Indeed, as Ron said, they had all been with him more or less. This organization has dealt with.

But they once naively thought that what they were facing was all of this organization. Little did they know that it was actually just a thin branch on a big tree. Putting the enemies they met together, they were surprised to find that this turned out to be an incomparable enemy. A huge behemoth.

"In short, this is a group of terrorists with anti-human tendencies. They once stole nuclear bombs and tried to provoke a war. They once assassinated heads of state in London and tried to plunge the world into chaos. They even developed viruses with the intention of annihilating the world. Most of humanity on earth.”

"Their pace of destroying the world has never stopped, and they are different from the little characters we usually meet. They even have their own independent scientific research team and master a lot of super technologies that even the country has never controlled." Ron pressed Using the remote control, photos of robots that looked just like real people that he had seen before at Westworld Amusement Park appeared on the TV screen.

Judging from the appearance, they are real people, but the mechanical structure exposed under the human skin reveals the truth that they are robots.

Everyone couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Isn't this too scary? If their level of simulation can be so high, wouldn't they be able to create simulations that look exactly like us and sneak them into our midst, or go out and do evil in our name?" Roman was worried. He stood up and said.