The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 436 The Difficult Sheldon
"Ron, please, I only need 6000 million US dollars, I can make a miniature black hole, and then verify my conjecture, do you know how important this is?"

Two days have passed, and as long as there is a chance, Sheldon will immediately follow Ron's ass and beg for Ron's investment, and even follow Ron's office. Ron's answer to this is always the same as before. Firm: "No way, Sheldon."

"Why? You are so rich!" Sheldon pouted and sat opposite Ron.

"Wall Street is richer, why don't you go there to ask for scientific research funding? Or go to Musk, he is much richer than me, if it doesn't work, you can also go to the Jewish men of the Federal Reserve to ask, Howard is Jew, he might be able to introduce you."

Ron took a document and said without raising his head that the document was sent by Tom in the New York area, and the main content was information on several residences of Soros.

Seeing this, Ron couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed. Although Soros, as a world-renowned financial and capital tycoon, sometimes uses tax avoidance methods, and has not paid a penny of tax for more than ten years, he should really support him.

However, this goal is too big, and Ron doesn't believe that the security force that Soros has spent a lot of money to build will be indifferent to this. Although Toretto and the others can definitely succeed with ease, the price must not be small.

Ron emailed Tom directly, rejecting the idea.

"Tom, you idiot, I've only heard of killing for monkeys, never about killing lions for monkeys, you have to choose a new target, otherwise, I will never send my friends Lend it to you."

After answering the message and looking up, Sheldon continued to stare at him with those big innocent eyes, Ron could only put down his work helplessly: "Well, for the sake of our being brothers, I will give you another chance , you can now try to convince me to fund your research."

"This is an unprecedented experiment. If we succeed, we can overturn the entire physics system. Not only will I receive a Nobel Prize, but I will also become a scientist as famous as Einstein in the history of physics!"

Sheldon looked crazy when he talked about it, but Ron would pour a basin of cold water on him right away.

"So, what can I get?" Ron asked coldly.

"You will have a younger brother who won the Nobel Prize and whose heart changes the world. If you treat me well, I can also write you in my autobiography."

Shelton's serious look made Ron even think he was joking with himself, so he waited for a long time, but he didn't wait for the sentence "I'm kidding you". At this time, Ron realized that Sheldon really thought he wrote himself Entering the autobiography is considered repayment.

"Sheldon." Ron shook his head helplessly. If this guy wasn't his younger brother, he would have been beaten to the head by now, right?
"Why? Did you promise to give me money? If you give me money now, I can also thank you in the preface to my autobiography."

"No need."

"Phew, that's good. The length of the preface is limited. I would like to save some space to satirize Mr. Givens. He has been treating me badly..."

"Whatever you want, I wish you success." Ron waved his hand indifferently, and continued to sift through the reliable ideas in the file, preparing to find a plan with the highest success rate and a shocking effect, so as to find good jobs for his heroes in Los Santos.

"When will the money be given to me?"

"When did I promise to give you money?" Ron looked up.

"But you just..."

"I just said I wish you success, but I didn't say I would give you money. Before that, I just promised to give you a chance. Obviously, you didn't convince me." Ron got up and looked at Sheldon seriously: " Although you are my younger brother, and my mother asked me to take care of you more, I don't need to spoil you all the time, Sheldon, you are already an adult, you have to learn the basic way of communicating with others, okay?"

"But, I've already told you the reason." Sheldon was a little taken aback by Ron's sudden seriousness.

Although he was the most favored by his mother and grandma since he was a child, the family let him in, but Ron was an exception.

This exception does not mean that Ron treats him badly (compared to Missy, it is indeed not so good), but that when Sheldon loses his temper to a certain extent, Ron always has a way to bully him and make him speechless.

"Your reason only told me what you could get, but didn't tell me what I could get. It's not fair," Ron saw that Sheldon was about to open his mouth, and continued to preemptively said, "Don't say it in your autobiography." Mentioning me and stuff like that, I really don't need that, what I want is tangible benefits."

"To persuade others, at least start from the perspective of the other party and tell the other party how beneficial this matter is to him. If you want to persuade me, you should try to tell me how it will be made into a weapon? What's the economic value, and now, Sheldon, tell me again, what good will it do me to fund this experiment of yours?"

"It's no good." Shelton hesitated to speak several times, and finally replied in frustration.

"OK, but if you can't get money from me, it doesn't mean you have no chance at all." Seeing Sheldon's disappointed look, Ron sighed helplessly, and began to comfort him again when the topic changed.

After all, he is also my younger brother, if I can't help him, at least I can help him find someone else to cheat him?
"Really?" Sheldon jumped up excitedly: "What should I do? As long as my experiment can be done, I can do anything."

"Go back to school, go to Principal Hibbert, and tell him what you think, especially emphasizing the possibility of getting a Nobel Prize."

"Why? You just told me to persuade others from the perspective of the other party." Sheldon was very puzzled by Ron's inconsistency.

Ron rolled his eyes: "Please, do you think the Nobel Prize is just your honor? It's still the honor of the school. With you, the golden sign of the Nobel Prize, how much sponsorship can they get? I promise, There must be more than what was given for your experiments."

"However, there is one thing you must pay attention to. When asking for funds from Principal Hibbert, remember not to ask for such a large amount at once."

"Then how should I ask for it?"

"First of all, you should first ask him for a small amount, such as two or three million, and then wait until you have spent all the money, and then tell him that you only need to invest a little more. At this time, you can ask for about 300 million. Afterwards, tell him that the experiment will be successful soon, and that he will need to double the funding... Just like that, little by little, until you have enough money for what you need.

Note that you must not act too hastily in the middle, take it slowly, and at the end, with the sunk cost investment in the front, no matter how angry Principal Hibbert is, he can only be patient and throw money at you one after another, otherwise , all the money in front of him was wasted..."

Ron said with a strange light in his eyes.

While talking, Ron's cell phone rang. He picked it up and saw that it was a message from Finch.

"I need your help."

Finch has Riser as his partner. Ron has checked that Riser is a former senior CIA agent who defected for unknown reasons many years ago, and his whereabouts are still unknown. Ron guessed that he must know some shady secrets of the CIA. In a mission that must be killed, one must not be rebellious.

Anyone who can be a senior agent has two skills, and Riise is no exception. Ron became curious about things that Riise and Finch could not handle together.

Throwing Sheldon to Arthur, Ron came to the appointed place, an old abandoned library, Finch was sitting on the computer writing and typing on the keyboard, while Riser was lying on the bed with his bare upper body showing his bandaged wound. On the cot next to it.

"You really have a face that attracts bullets. Why do you happen to get shot every time I see you?" Ron laughed mercilessly when he saw this.

"It's not Riise's fault, Ron. A congressman died in Los Angeles just today. The killer was framed. Riise was shot by the murderer when he was chasing the real murderer."

Finch got up, came to Ron on crutches and handed him a piece of information: "Powell, a poor middle-aged man who has been out of work for eight months and was framed as a murderer, he has two children, we still don't know Who is the person who framed him?

The person who framed him is proficient in hacking methods, and left a record of the threatening letter sent to the congressman in his computer in advance. If he can't help him get rid of the charges, he will definitely be charged with first-degree murder, or, after he is charged Before, the real killer would kill him first, and then there would be two more children who lost their fathers in the world. "

"That's your business, I just work with the money." Ron said indifferently: "Where is that unlucky bastard who was wronged now? You won't be so hurt that you didn't keep that unlucky bastard?"

After Ron finished speaking, a look of embarrassment appeared on Riise's face.

Finch took the initiative to excuse his partner: "If it weren't for the previous gunshot wound, Riise would definitely keep him, but his life is not in danger now, and he is currently in the Los Angeles Police Department."

"Really? But I don't think it's that simple, Riise, what do you think?"

"I think the same as you," Reese said as he struggled to sit up straight: "The people who are framed usually don't survive. If they don't solve it on the spot, they have to make amends immediately, making Powell commit suicide or commit suicide." Surprised."

"But, it's impossible for the murderer to break into the police station to kill him, right? There are all policemen there." Finch still didn't believe it.

"If there is a need, it is not difficult to kill someone in the police station, not to mention that he will be transferred to the court by the FBI immediately, waiting for tomorrow's arraignment."

Ron handed the information on the phone to Finchriser and the two to check, and the two were shocked.

"These FBI! They have no idea that this is sending Powell to the murderer's gun, we have to do something.

"Don't move around when you are injured, it will only make your injury worse." Riise struggled to get up, but was pushed back on the bed by Ron: "You have done well enough, Just leave the rest to me."

"What are you going to do?"

"Just watch it. What you need to do now is to find out the person hiding behind the scenes. Only by finding out who framed him is it possible for this to end." Ron turned his head and smiled, and disappeared into the in the stairs.

On a deserted road in the middle of the night, a car with a sudden and strange shape stopped on the side of the road.

Of course, this kind of grotesque shape is only relative to ordinary people. For those who often read comics, they will definitely be able to call out the name of this car at first sight: Batmobile!

Yes, Ron is driving a Batmobile right now.

"Ron, I am against using violent means to save Powell. The FBI is just a routine business. They have done nothing wrong. They are all good people. We can't kill a few other innocent people just to save one person." people."

Through the hacked camera, Finch clearly saw the gun in Ron's hand, and kept yelling in Ron's earphones.

"Don't worry, I promise that no one will be killed." Ron took off the magazine of the grenade launcher in his hand, and stuffed a grenade with a warhead painted blue.

Hank's brother-in-law, Mr. Walter White, finally recovered after a long treatment. In order to repay the medical expenses paid by Ron, he officially joined the establishment of Ron's special operations team, but he was a non-combatant like Andy.

But the difference is that Andy is responsible for Ron's financial work, while Lao Bai is responsible for the research and development of chemical weapons, which is handy for a chemist who almost won the Nobel Prize.

Ron built him a laboratory in the basement of the special operations team headquarters, and the blue grenade in his hand came from this laboratory.

"Attention, the car is coming, you are still more than 200 meters away, you can see him when you turn the intersection."

Finch reminded in the headset that Ron saw the faintly lit lights at the intersection ahead, which became brighter and brighter as random vehicles approached, and Ron stuck the barrel of the gun out of the car window.

The car turned left at the intersection and entered the street where Ron was. It happened to appear under Ron's scope. Through the magnifying glass, Ron saw a total of four people in the car, three FBI agents, one driving, two Sitting Powell in the middle of the back row from left to right.

Ron pressed the gun, moved from the driver to the engine cover, licked his lips, and pulled the trigger decisively.

"boom!"

The grenade shot out from the barrel of the gun and pierced through the engine cover of the car in an instant. The FBI agent inside hurriedly swung in the direction and drove the car into an S shape to avoid a possible second attack.

But the expected second blow never came, but for some unknown reason, the FBI agent felt his eyelids getting heavier and his consciousness gradually blurred.

Boom~ The car hit an electric pole on the side of the road uncontrollably and stopped, but no one got out of the car.

Ron walked to the front of the car. Everyone in the car closed their eyes strangely. Even the driver lay on the steering wheel and fell asleep. Ron under the gas mask smiled.

The fast anesthetic made by Lao Bai is really easy to use~
(End of this chapter)