The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 162 The Little Girl Selling Cakes

"Ron, aren't you the city's law enforcer? I think you'll stop the crazy behavior of some crazy women, right?" Sheldon still pretended to be calm, but Ron guessed that he was in his heart. Already flustered.

"Of course, if it was when I was at work," Ron said relaxedly, "but now I am off work. No matter what happens, it has nothing to do with me. Law enforcement officers also need vacations and rest. This is a human right."

With that said, Ron opened the door and let Petunia in.

"Ron?" Petunia, who was still aggressive at first, was in a daze the moment she saw Ron: "When did you come back?"

"It doesn't matter when I come back, what matters is your clothes," Ron had to remind Petunia again: "They were all thrown on the wire by Sheldon, don't forget to ask him for me when you finish packing them." How did you do it, as for what you plan to do, sorry, I don’t know anything, I’m just an ordinary office worker who plans to go for a walk.”

As he said that, Ron winked at Petunia, meaning you can do whatever you want, I don't care about anything, just don't go too far, and Petunia immediately nodded understandingly.

Then he clenched his fists, clacked his knuckles, and walked towards Sheldon.

"Ron! You can't do this!" Sheldon yelled in horror from behind: "You are the law enforcement officer, I want to report, there is a woman here trying to hurt me!"

"Every day, countless teenagers get bruised and bruised by beautiful women, but this is not under my jurisdiction. It's up to you to have fun."

Sheldon was still yelling, but Ron couldn't hear him, and he was pretty sure no troubled neighbors would disturb their intimate exchange.

Because he closed the door from the outside very intimately when he left.

Ron, who walked outside from the apartment, was a little confused. He didn't know what to do for a while.

It seems that since he arrived in Los Angeles, he has been busy, even at night, either playing games with the scientist quartet, or challenging the limit with Max Caroline.

But when Ron wanted to call the two beautiful new bosses to say hello, he found that no one answered anyway. Instead, he was called in by a person he didn't want to receive a call in the middle of the call.

"Ron, are you interested in joining one of our operations?" Hobbs's voice came from the receiver as if he knew how boring Ron was.

"As long as I have other things to do now, I won't ask the following sentence," Ron sighed: "What kind of action? Is it fun?"

"It's just to arrest a small drug dealer. The main purpose is to train my new subordinates. In addition, Anonymous wants me to chat with you."

Ron refused in his heart: "What does he want you to talk to me about? I have nothing to say to him."

"Get in the car." A car parked on the side of the road suddenly started and drove to Ron. The window was lowered, and it was Hobbs' round head: "Let's talk slowly, and I'll bring you An outfit that fits exactly your size if you're not getting fat."

"Okay," Ron reluctantly opened the door and got into the car: "Please start your performance."

"That's it," Hobbs closed the front window, and the voice could only be heard by the two people in the back seat: "It seems that there is intelligence pointing out that a series of plans against the United States are brewing recently, so Anonymous is forming a new one." The secret department intends to recruit elite soldiers from various organizations to join it..."

the other side.

On a dilapidated building in a slum, Caroline ghostly followed "Max" who was holding a box.

Just when "Max" was about to knock on the door, Caroline rushed up and patted "Max" on the shoulder: "Max, turn around, yes, I followed you."

It's a pity that it wasn't Max who turned around, but a man with a hair style, clothes, and figure that was very similar to Max's... a man!
"Sorry, I followed you just because you have a haircut and coat like a woman I know, you can take that as a compliment."

"You don't really think he's me, do you? My beard is much thicker than his."

Ding~ The real Max just came out of the elevator, looked at the embarrassed Caroline, and couldn't laugh or cry.

"Where are we going? Why did you come to this dilapidated building? It smells so strong." Caroline covered her nose and complained: "My God, this is where your mother lives place?"

"You actually think my mother lives indoors?" Max pretended to be surprised: "OK, listen, a friend of mine who sells medicines will notify me every time after delivery, and then I will take advantage of the pumping Come and sell some snacks when you're hungry."

Max showed Caroline the box he was holding.

"Max!" Caroline scolded, "They broke the law! The FBI will come and catch them! We won't be able to tell when the time comes!"

Max signaled Caroline to be quiet with his eyes: "Relax, what they smoke is just some D marijuana, which has long been legalized in Los Angeles, besides, how to smoke is their business, I'm just here to sell cakes , make some equipment money, have you forgotten that new oven we saw?
With automatic timing function, with it, we no longer have to get up in the middle of the night to turn off the oven to continue to sleep. "

"No, Ron said that marijuana is a drug, which is a Chinese word, meaning poisonous medicine," Caroline insisted on the principle: "Dan marijuana makes people lazy and in a trance, and it will absorb all people's ideals." Walk!"

"Oh~ so you found a boyfriend from the IRS, so you know everything about drugs?"

"Max," Caroline tried to dissuade: "Believe me, they are not satisfied after touching D marijuana, they must want to touch something else, and then step by step into the abyss, not to mention their insanity after taking drugs Qing, maybe he will shoot us with the thing on his body?"

It has to be said that it is good for Ron to know Caroline early. At least, under the influence of Ron, Caroline's three views are not distorted like most Americans.

Of course, it may not be the person who is distorted, but the ambiguous name. Drugs are just a Chinese term. In the United States, they are called habit-forming drugs, which literally translates to addictive drugs.

A title that makes people less defensive.

However, the argument between the two hot girls in the corridor has not yet come to a conclusion. With a "ding", the elevator arrived again. The moment the door opened, a group of heavily armed FBI agents suddenly appeared from the stairs and the elevator at the same time.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" A big man yelled: "Follow up quickly, prepare to break the door, one, two, three!"

(End of this chapter)