Daily life of an American TV drama agent

At night, the city of Los Angeles became a world of hippies and drag racers. Ron walked among young people with dreadlocks and big T-shirts. The valuable handmade suits on his body seemed incompatible with the style here, attracting attention. Get the strange looks from people around you.

"Hey, kid, hand over all the valuable things you have, and I can..."

Turning the corner, a cold object hit Ron's head. Ron was not surprised at all. This was the third wave of robbers he encountered tonight.

"Boy, no one has ever taught you who you shouldn't mess with on the street?"

Before the black boy with dreadlocks could finish his words, Ron suddenly turned around and interrupted his words. He smashed the black man's pistol with one elbow and hit the black man in the face with his other elbow. The black man let out a scream. He covered his face and squatted down.

And Ron's right foot, which had been ready for a long time, used a powerful shooting posture and kicked towards the lower body of the black man who had just squatted down.

"Creak." "Ah~"

Ron seemed to hear the sound of eggs breaking.

"And I'm the kind of person you can't mess with." Ron picked up the black guy's pistol.

It happened to be an M1911, but it was the most common model on the market. It was incomparable to the high-end model with the Iwajima logo that killed Harry, although there was no difference in performance.

Ron pointed his gun at the gangster who was just about to rob him: "I'm counting to three now. If you don't get out, I'll blow your head! One,"

"Bang!" Just as Ron checked the first number, a bullet hit the ground in front of the gangster's crotch.

"Ah!" The black boy yelled in horror. Before Ron could find out the second number, he ran away, turned around the corner and disappeared.

"What the hell, I just wanted to take a small road, where did all these ghosts and monsters come from?" Ron muttered softly, but immediately, the hidden earphones he wore received a reply.

"Who told you to hurry~" It was Peggy.

"Okay, now tell me, where is that dead glass now?"

"As I predicted, it will be in the small bar where he has been appearing during this period, just opposite the restaurant where your two old friends are. How about it? Do you want to say hello? For example, ask them if they want to Are you willing to fly together with you?"

Peggy's tone was full of sarcasm, but her voluptuous appearance was full of temptation for a hot-blooded young man like Ron.

"Ahem," Ron quickly coughed to cover up his embarrassment: "You are overthinking, I am at work now, Peggy, you know, you are my dearest."

"Haha~"

"I swear!" Seeing that Peggy didn't believe it, Ron quickly raised his palms and swore to the camera on the street corner.

It's not that he's afraid of what Peggy will do to him. To be honest, if what happened last time happened a few more times, it would be quite satisfying to think about it. It would be even better if he could do it soberly.

Ron was mainly afraid that Peggy would kill the two poor sisters at the Williamsburg restaurant. Oh my god, even if all of Ron's other women were tied together, there wouldn't be enough for Peggy to take care of them by herself.

"It doesn't matter, whatever you do, I don't care, you guys are all the same anyway, I'll just treat those as your inflatable toys," Fortunately, Peggy didn't turn black.

"However, I still suggest you go say hello, because the window of that restaurant is the best place to observe the gay couple."

"Then it's up to you."

Ron casually inserted the pistol into his body, hid it in his clothes, and walked into the restaurant.

The first thing that caught my eye was the old black cashier wearing exaggeratedly large headphones.

"Hey, man, are you dressed in the wrong place? You should go to the Avenue of Fame and walk on the red carpet with the superstars. If I didn't have a brother who happened to be infected with AIDS because of homosexuality, I would gladly use my anus to please you. The $500 tip will be waived after you acknowledge it.”

"Haha, brother, don't bully me for not knowing the business. The current market is not that expensive at all." Ron smiled and bumped fists with Earl: "Maybe you can introduce me to some more high-end places. I'm Ron. "

"Earl, a non-famous saxophonist who has released jazz records. Earl has a pair of sharp black eyes and can see people very accurately. I guess you must be here for the girl here, right?"

Oleg, who had just finished using the bathroom, walked past Ron and swaggered back to the kitchen. The strong smell of deodorant he had sprayed to cover up his body odor made Ron almost fall down.

"If the food here didn't pass through the hands of the chef just now, I would be happy to eat here. To be honest, I even doubt whether he washed his hands just now." Ron spread his hands helplessly.

"Daddy Earl has to warn you, if you play with a girl's feelings..."

"Ron!" Max's surprised voice came from behind: "Why are you here?"

"I just happened to be here, came to see you and have something to eat," Ron greeted Max naturally, and did not forget to turn around and say to Earl: "Look, we are friends."

Ron was led by Max to sit down in an unoccupied booth, which happened to be by the window. From this angle, he could have a clear view of the small bar opposite, which was entirely made of glass windows.

"No, actually, I know a great female rider and am very impressed by her riding skills. I am always ready to communicate again. I just don't know when the female knight who rides superbly will be available again."

Caroline was not in the store, so Ron didn't mind acting a little more arrogant, and even squeezed Max's hand lightly while he was taking the menu.

A heavy hum came from the earphones, and Ron couldn't help but smile.

It turns out you are still jealous~

"Maybe after get off work at two o'clock in the morning, you made me crazy now," Max said softly, with a slight fever on her face. No matter how bold she was, she would still be timid from time to time when she really met someone she liked.

Afraid of being noticed by other customers, Max immediately pretended to be indifferent: "Would you like to order now, this guest?"

Ron chuckled lightly and did not continue teasing. Instead, he held up the menu to cover his face, and stared at the bar opposite, where two men, one strong and one thin, were standing. Yes, he had discovered his target tonight. .

"Can I know if there is any food that has not passed through the hands of the chef just now? It doesn't mean anything. I just have a certain prejudice against not washing hands when going to the toilet."

PS: There will be a chapter later, but it may be very late, so I recommend reading it tomorrow.

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