Daily life of an American TV drama agent

IRS base underground laboratory.

"Why are you here so late today? I thought you were kidnapped, so I should send someone to find you~"

"We encountered something. What are your clothes? Have you changed jobs? Ron?"

After coming out of Fortis Security Company, Ron went directly to the laboratory at the base without changing his clothes. Here, Sheldon and the others were in the final research stage of the commercial application of the new battery.

It is true that the battery that Ron gave to Musk before was a successful sample, but one thing he did not mention was that the cost of this sample was destined to make the price of the car ridiculously high if used for commercial use.

Except for a few rich people, no one can afford to drive that thing.

Therefore, Sheldon's current job is to find ways to reduce the cost of batteries without affecting performance as much as possible.

Of course, this cannot be said that Ron cheated Musk. In business, it has always been a common practice in this field to first sign a contract with a powerful experimental sample machine, and then use Party B's money to continue research.

Seriously speaking, Ron is already better than many people, unlike some people who don't even have a sample, just a PPT, and dare to cheat money everywhere.

"No, it's just that I have no one available, so I have to go undercover myself," Ron said with resentment, "What about you? Didn't you encounter any trouble?"

Ron keenly noticed that something was wrong with Raj's expression.

"We met someone from the military who came to see Howard. This is his business card. He asked us to call him." Raj handed over a business card and said with lingering fear: "It's really scary."

Ron glanced at the name on the name, Colonel Williams, affiliated with the United States Air Force. Ron guessed that it may be because Howard has been in space and has filed a record with the space agency, so it is possible that Howard has files on the computer. It has been secretly viewed by people from the Air Force.

This is not surprising. The US government can even create a prism door to monitor everyone. It is easy to monitor the computer files of a few young scientists.

"How scary is that?"

"He gave me his business card and asked me to give it to Howard."

"That doesn't sound scary?" Sheldon didn't know why.

"Of course white Americans who are born and raised don't think so, but if you're brown and have a name with a lot of syllables, it's going to scare the hell out of you, okay?"

The immigration issue has always been a difficult issue in the American political establishment. Raj has been questioned by the police not once or twice because of his skin color.

Although the United States is a capitalist country, it stands to reason that Raj, who was born in an Indian tycoon, should receive the respect he deserves. Unfortunately, Raj’s usual clothes are too low-key, and he looks like a diaosi smuggled from India. It is difficult to Let people associate him with real property status.

"This is bad, Ron. You know, if the military declares what we're researching to be classified, they can take the entire research away, right?"

Leonard was worried that he needed money for the same reason as Howard, even more urgently than Howard.

Howard at least still has the big house left by his mother. Calais Bernadette's own income is not high, so the burden of raising children is actually not that heavy for them, but Leonard is different. He and Penny are still They are still sharing a house with Sheldon, and Penny spends money lavishly.

"If that happens, we will never be able to sell it for commercial use." Howard also said worriedly: "We will say goodbye to such a large sum of money."

"I don't want it! I also pointed out that it can make my income equal to that of my wife, so I don't have to work so hard in bed."

"Do you also need this?" Leonard was a little surprised.

Howard spread his hands and said, "Of course, how else do you think I stay so thin?"

Good car fare, good fuel, good girl, this is a universal truth. Even if you are as strong as Ron, you still have to go out and replenish your health from time to time, otherwise your body will collapse long ago.

"Don't worry, they won't do this, and so will I." Just when he was worried, Ron patted his back and comforted him: "Maybe this is a good thing for us. Do you need to Let me remind you, what we have with Musk is just a patent licensing agreement? We did not sell the patent to him, which means we can eat more with one fish. If the Air Force wants it, then we will sell it again."

"Oh my god, guys, they are like angels who came to give us money~ I can't help but want to open the champagne to celebrate."

"Wait a minute, it seems like this!" The friends woke up as if from a dream. After thinking about it, they hugged each other and jumped up and down excitedly. Ron was right, this didn't seem to be a bad thing.

If the patent had been sold to them at Musk's request, their approach would undoubtedly have been infringement, but Ron did not do so and instead chose the path of patent licensing.

Patent licensing can license multiple companies or individuals at the same time. Ron had originally thought about finding a few bullies recently and paying for their research together. Now he doesn't have to go out to find it, the bullies will come to them on their own.

"Then if I call him, when will the appointment be scheduled?"

"After making an appointment in two weeks, if he is very urgent, just tell him my name. This project is funded by the Finance Department."

On the one hand, this can give the Air Force a break and get a better price for subsequent negotiations. On the other hand, it is also because Ron is temporarily unavailable and has to go to the security company to continue undercover.

The next day at Fortis Security Company, after Bullet took Ron and Arthur to meet their new colleagues, they started to work directly. Ron and Arthur were separated, and each was led by an old man.

The first job Ron was assigned was to help the bank escort banknotes.

"Your performance yesterday was really good, but it was a pity in the end. Your shooting skills were so bad that I lost $20." The person driving next to Ron and chatting up him was Dave, the sweaty guy, the driver of their escort team. .

Ron sat in the passenger seat and Bullet sat behind them. The three of them formed a standard escort team.

"No way, I don't like automatic pistols. If I shoot with my own gun, the results will be much better." Ron touched the holster on his waist, which was stuffed inside at his strong request. , a Colt Python revolver issued to him.

In the words of the old warehouse manager: "This gun is older than me. Are you really sure you want to use this old antique?"

“Of course, as long as it’s maintained well enough to be successful, I’ll choose it.”

The Colt Python revolver was produced in 1955. If this were regarded as its birthday, it would be 72 years old today.

Although the old man in charge of the weapons arsenal looks very old, he is only about 50 years old at most.

The escort vehicle first drove to the entrance of the bank and stopped. After loading 15 million U.S. dollars bag by bag into the car, Bullet received a text message, which was the route notified to them by the company.

Before they get the money, no one knows where to send the money or what route to take. This is one of the ways the security company ensures the safety of the escort.

But in Ron's opinion, the formal effect of this method is far greater than the actual effect, because where does the bullet go before it receives the route information? What route to take? He already had a rough idea.

Every day, escort vehicles go to and from several fixed banks or vaults. In fact, there are not many tricks that can be played on the route. At most, they can take more detours at a certain intersection. Experienced security guards As long as the personnel or kidnappers know the location of the bank or vault, the route is very easy to guess.

If he were a robber, he could make a fortune in minutes by robbing cash trucks.

"Is that casino far away? How come the bullet took so long?"

Ron asked. He had a vague feeling in his heart. Something would go wrong on the first escort trip, right?

"It's only about 200 meters from here. It stands to reason that he should have been back five minutes ago, unless he was entangled by the bunny girl in the casino." Dave smirked and made an obscene gesture: "Sexy dealer posted online Cards, you know, the rabbits in the casino can bite.”

"I think you'd better contact him." Ron pointed to the walkie-talkie.

"OK, it's troublesome to take the rookie with you," Dave said impatiently and took out the walkie-talkie: "Bullet, why have you been gone for so long?"

However, there was no response from the intercom, and a trace of panic flashed across Dave's face: "Bullet, Bullet, where are you? Please reply when you receive it, please don't scare me!"

"Zi...Zi..."

The intercom finally returned the sound, but apart from the sizzling sound of electricity, there was the sound of men breathing and being beaten. After all this, a deep male voice said: "Lower your head! If you see my face, you will be dead." !”

Then, the walkie-talkie seemed to be picked up, and the male voice just now continued: "Listen, pretty boys, if you still want to see your girlfriends, then just do as I say."

At this time, even a fool knew that something was wrong. Ron rolled his eyes. He didn't expect that something would happen on his first day at work. It seemed that the matter might be resolved much faster than he thought.

These are really a bunch of stupid thieves. They knew clearly that a new person was coming to the company, but they started acting before they could figure out his bottom line.

Dave was so frightened that he quickly threw away the walkie-talkie and hurriedly unbuckled his seat belt: "I should make a call now... No, there is a response procedure for this situation. We have to drive away. Yes, that's it. Let's leave now." !”

Dave started the car hastily.

"What did you say?"

"What they want is not the one hundred thousand dollars at all, but the money in the cash transport truck, the remaining fifteen million dollars in the car!" Dave stepped on the accelerator and the car sped forward: "We have to Take the car away so they don't hurt her and kill him for a hundred thousand dollars."

"Calm down, Dave, are you sure you should do this? I think you should think about it again." Ron twisted the key and said with a smile.

And Dave was going crazy with this move.

"Reconsider?" Dave's eyes widened: "The company's regulations are to cope with this situation. We only have two guns, but we don't know how many people are there! Give me the key quickly, you are like this It will cost us all our lives!”

"Listen, you bastard, if you don't want to call someone, then get out of the car now!" Ron grabbed his collar and said viciously: "We can't leave her alone. He is our companion, but money is not. , none of the money in the car belongs to us, it’s gone once it’s gone, no one can buy our lives with money, do you understand?”

"We have to get him back."

Dave stared at Ron's face hesitantly. At this moment, the robber's voice came over the intercom again: "I will delete this pretty boy in a minute. Now turn the key in the ignition and start the car. I will stop the car." Stop when."

This was undoubtedly asking them to give the money to the robbers. Ron stared at Dave's face and put the key back in his hand: "Would you choose to be a hero for three minutes or a coward for a lifetime? It's your choice. It's time."

"Damn! I'll fight!" Dave gritted his teeth, restarted the car, and drove out along the path. It was as if someone was watching them specially. The robber kept giving new instructions to guide them to their fate. The cash truck drove all the way to another more deserted side street.

"Stop now," the robber said on the intercom.

Just as the car stopped, two pickup trucks suddenly sprang out, sandwiching the cash transport truck one after the other. The bullets were tied up in both hands, and the robbers took them out of the car.

"Listen, your friend is in my hands now. He is nothing to us." The robber knocked the bullet to the ground with the butt of his gun: "Now open the broken door for me, and then pick up the money. Throw it in the bed of the pickup truck behind you, no tricks!”

"If you open the door now, they will kill the three of us and take the money away. You have to think clearly." Dave pressed Ron's hand and said nervously.

The enthusiasm for driving had passed, and now he began to hesitate again.

Ron couldn't help but chuckle inwardly. It was so funny that he had so much courage and came to be a security guard. How many people were there? It was just a small scene. He had seen many bigger scenes than this.

"Dave, just put your heart in your stomach and leave the rest to me. I promise you will go home safely today. Maybe you can also go to the small casino just now and ask the bunny girl to bite you."

Ron patted Dave's hand and walked to the back to open the door. The moment he opened the door, Dave had already crawled under the seat with his rifle in his arms.

Outside the cash transport truck, the robbers blocking the car put bullets on the ground, pointed a gun at him in one hand, and held a walkie-talkie in the other. He was the one who had just given them orders.

Directly opposite the door at the back, there was another pickup truck that could not clearly see how many people were sitting on it, but no one got out of the truck. They just put the cargo box facing the door and waited for Ron to throw the money into it.

Do you think this will be foolproof? I have to say, these are really a group of childish robbers~