Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"Ron, do you want to have some fun with us?" Howard invited Ron with a lewd look.

"Looking for fun?" Ron was a little confused. Didn't you just ask me to introduce you to a girl? How come you're so young and you already have fun?

Howard nodded: "Yes, that's right, we are going to find some women."

When he said this, Ron clearly felt that Howard's petite figure was infinitely elevated among the four scientists, like a giant. There was no way, among the nerds, the one with X resources was their god.

Even the big guys in Silicon Valley are no exception. Didn’t you see that Epstein’s fall has suddenly implicated how many big guys in Silicon Valley? Even Bill Gates, who has always shown himself as a mentor, is no exception.

"Forget it, I won't go. I have to interview a few agents later. Maybe I can find some suitable people today. I wish you all a good time~" Ron closed the computer and prepared to go out.

Hector, who used to be Toretto's little follower, has now become Ron's human resources director. He recommends some strange people to him for interviews every day, but so far no one has satisfied Ron.

And this has made Ron more and more impatient recently, because through the intelligence of Hector's gang of racing gangs, a blue powder drug has begun to appear on the market, as if deliberately mocking Ron's incompetence. .

He needs capable agents, whether they are good at lurking, outstanding in combat, or proficient in accounting and finance like Andy, he will accept them all.

But let’s look at who are the people coming for the interview? In addition to all kinds of gangsters, there are also all kinds of otakus with abnormal brains. After reading a few superhero comics, they thought that the profession of agents might be cool and wanted to try it.

"Mr. Scott, thank you for coming to interview for this job. What are your strengths?"

"I..." Opposite Ron was a man whose face was pale because he had not been exposed to the sun for a long time. When Ron asked him, he even stuttered a little, but he still mustered up the courage to answer Ron's question.

"I've read all the comics from Marvel and DC. My dream is to become a member of the Birds of Prey. Is your organization such a cool secret service?"

Ron covered his face, this was another nerd who wanted to come over and try it after reading the comics.

"I think you should go to the comic book store for a while and then go home. Maybe your mother has changed the new sheets for you~"

The nerd left in despair. Ron breathed a sigh of relief. He counted the time and found that he had worked for four hours today. Ron planned to have some fun after get off work, so he dialed Leonard's phone.

Because he was curious about how Howard was playing.

"Ron?" Leonard's voice and loud music came from the other end of the phone.

"Leonard, how was your fun there? It sounds like a PARTY, right? Where did Howard take you to the PARTY? How about I come find you later?" Ron asked with some envy.

Although he had two beauties with long legs and big breasts taking turns to accompany him, Ron didn't mind if he had a few more. This is not called scumbag, he just wanted to make some mistakes that men all over the world would make.

"PARTY?" Leonard was about to burst into tears: "You should really come over and see. Howard took us to the dance studio to learn Latin dance."

"Latin dance? Why haven't I thought about this method of picking up girls before? Howard is such a genius. The girls who dance should all have good figures, right?"

Ron exclaimed in surprise.

"Maybe they were really in good shape when they were young." Leonard's tone was filled with unspeakable depression.

Ron didn't understand: "What do you mean?"

"Ron, this is a dance studio in a senior citizen activity center. None of the aunties dancing here are under the age of fifty!"

Leonard loudly complained about Howard's heavy taste, and imagined the scene of being pressed down by an aunt who was older than his mother. Ron shivered with fear.

Howard's call came from the receiver: "Leonard, Ms. Wendy has been looking at you and seems to be very interested in you. Do you want to try it? Trust me, I am very experienced in this kind of thing." …Who are you talking to on the phone? Ron?

Hi! Ron? "

Ron quickly hung up the phone without saying "I wish you luck".

This guy Howard... really shouldn't be underestimated. Ron sat at his desk blankly and came to this conclusion. He was about to go find his sweetheart Max for a sweet treat when he was suddenly attracted by a huge explosion outside the window. , hurriedly ran to the window.

"Boom!"

I saw two large passenger planes colliding together in the sky for unknown reasons, burning into two huge fireballs and then falling rapidly based on the inertia of the collision.

The scene is extremely spectacular! The wreckage of the plane caused by various explosions fell like rain, and the place where the plane collided was just above Ron's office.

"FXXK!" Ron quickly kicked away his chair and got under his desk.

"Rumble..." Continuous crashes were heard just above Ron's office. He raised his head and saw a huge fuselage falling down towards his window, and it also fell from another one. A bunch of messy things spilled out of the cabin, smashed through the glass, and headed straight towards Ron as if they had eyes.

"F$\u0026 # $()" Another word that started with "F" that was inappropriate for children came out of Ron's mouth. He quickly pulled the chair that he had just kicked to the ground and blocked it in front of him like a door. , and the desk form a perfect barrier.

"Boom!" There was a strong force on the chair and it was hit!

Fortunately, the chair was not penetrated, and then there was another loud "boom". Everything finally returned to calm, and Ron Yusheng poked his head out from behind the chair.

What just hit the chair was a pink teddy bear that was half burnt to black? !

"I was almost killed by this thing just now?" Ron picked up the bear cub and felt a little incredible.

Out of his agent's intuition, Ron immediately realized that something big was going on and quickly called Jack, who had just worked with him on the Andy incident.

"Hey! Did you see the fireball in the sky? What's going on? Another 911 call?!"

"Hell, I don't know anything!" Jack's furious voice came from the receiver: "Who knows what the hell those terrorists are crazy about, or what our corn-headed president is crazy about, what he said to stimulate them. Remarks! I don’t know anything!”

After saying that, Jack hung up the phone angrily.