Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"Ling ring ring~"

Not far after Ron walked out of the building, the phone in the phone booth on the roadside suddenly rang. Ron continued to walk past it indifferently, but the ringing of the phone seemed to follow him.

Every time he passed a new phone booth, the ringing sound would follow, until a curious passer-by tried to pick up the phone, and Ron finally stopped himself.

"Give me the phone, that's for me, yes, that's right, it's my phone, it's just that my friend likes to play some pranks with me."

Ron drove away the uninformed passers-by, picked up the phone, and said in a helpless tone: "Dear Mr. Mycroft, what on earth are you doing? If I remember correctly, the hazard assessment report you asked for was issued five minutes ago. Sent to your email.”

"Besides, I think if you use street cameras to track me during my free time, you might as well track Irving who just caused a scene in London."

"Irving is an agent who is very familiar with London. He and his brother were born and raised here. He knows very well where there are cameras and how to hide from our pursuit. Otherwise, why do you think we would invite outsiders like you to enter our country? ?”

McCaw's voice was steady and powerful.

Ron sighed: "Okay, thank you for your explanation. Do you have any other instructions? Dear Director."

"London School of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine."

"What?"

"If you plan to go find Sherlock now, I just want to remind you that he is not at home at 221B Baker Street, which is over there at the experimental building of the London School of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine."

"I said, can you brothers stop omitting everything that others want to ask every time and then give the answer directly? Do you know that this will make people feel very uncomfortable?"

The Holmes brothers were indeed born to the same mother. Although their hobbies and behavior were completely different, their speaking styles were exactly the same, and they also liked to make mysteries.

If an unfamiliar person hears someone talking to someone in this way, he will definitely feel that the other person knows everything. This is not the case.

Anyone who knows Ron can analyze where he will go next. Although he is unwilling to admit it, except for Mycroft and the two Xiao brothers who are being rounded up, Ron seems to be in London. Sherlock has only one friend.

"It's just a professional habit. If you don't like it, we can chat in another way."

"Forget it, thank you for reminding me, is there anything else?"

"It's a personal matter." Ron obviously heard Mycroft change the call environment. He should be avoiding his subordinates: "I would like to ask you if you can stay in the UK and serve in MI6. I can I will offer you a very high position, all I ask is that you can help me keep an eye on Sherlock in your spare time."

"You know, I'm very worried about his condition, and with his potential, if one day his thoughts are a little more extreme, how much damage can it cause. I think you should understand, this will undoubtedly make my identity very passive."

have a look! See what tsundere means! Obviously he said he was worried that Sherlock would affect his career, but in fact he still wanted to care for him in a way unique to an older brother.

With such an awkward expression, Ron really wanted to ask him if he knew Uchiha Itachi from Konoha Village.

Of course, Ron is not qualified to criticize others. After he "graduated" from Barney Ross' Suicide Squad, he clearly had many options to choose from, but he still chose to go to Los Angeles to become a polished commander. It's hard to say that he wasn't worried about Sheldon. s reason.

This is probably a common problem among all older brothers.

"You know this is impossible. I still have my family to take care of over there," Ron said in a more relaxed tone: "Don't worry, sooner or later, Sherlock will find someone who can tolerate all his arrogance and arrogance. When the time comes, the only thing you need to worry about is his orientation."

"Of course, this is just a small problem. I can introduce you to my uncle's son, Mitchell. He and his male 'wife' went to Vietnam to adopt a baby girl as their child."

"I think the real end of the world will only happen one day when your brother suddenly puts on a red cloak and makes circles with a strange ring."

"It seems that I still don't know a lot about Sherlock. Thank you for your information, Ron. You can go to Sherlock now. In addition, if I can use the advice you mentioned, I will give it to you one day." You asked for help.”

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The London School of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine is a top medical postgraduate school affiliated with the University of London, specializing in the teaching and research of public health and tropical medicine.

Ranked ninth among all medical schools in the UK.

In the anatomy room on the first floor of the experimental building, a handsome man with a long face was whipping a corpse with a riding crop.

"Sherlock, what's bothering you today?" Ron suddenly pushed open the door and entered.

"Go back to Los Angeles." Sherlock looked up at Ron and said something incoherently. He threw away the riding crop and turned to the female doctor aside and said: "In 20 minutes, I want to see his bruise report, wait a minute. , did you put on lipstick? You clearly didn’t just put it on."

"Uh, I just polished it up a little bit, would you like some coffee?"

"Clear coffee, two pieces of sugar, thank you." Sherlock walked out of the laboratory on his own, without even looking at Ron the whole time, as if he didn't exist at all.

"I want iced Americano, no sugar, thank you, ma'am," Ron was confused and quickly followed: "Why go back to Los Angeles?"

Are you Holmes brothers talking so incoherently?

"If you're asking what to do with the terrorists now, my answer is go back to Los Angeles."

"How did you know what I wanted to ask?"

"The reasoning here is a bit too complicated for your intelligence. My suggestion is not to ask, so as not to expose your innate flaw of insufficient intelligence."

Sherlock strode forward, completely exposing his back to Ron, who had already clenched his fists.

I'm so angry~ If I hadn't always asked you for help with something from time to time, even if your brother was the boss of the British secret service, I would still have to fix you up, believe it or not?

"Okay, why should I go back to London?" Ron changed the question.

While picking up the unknown reagent for experiments, Sherlock replied: "Your appearance has disrupted the terrorists' plans, so hiding yourself in the dark at this time will actually be more conducive to the idiots who are eager to jump over the wall to show off." All kinds of operations that exceed the lower limit of human IQ are your opportunities."