The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 502 Psychological Counseling and New Doubts
Early the next morning, the second day Ron went to work, he was called to the general manager's office. The reason was of course related to his special record yesterday. Before him, Bullet and Dave had been questioned separately.

"Hello, Mr. Morgan." The general manager in a suit and leather shoes greeted with a professional smirk on his face. In addition to him, the HR director who interviewed Ron and an assistant were all here.

"Hello, General Manager, if you called me today to thank me for my outstanding performance yesterday, I would like to say 'you're welcome, just discount it if you can'. I almost saved the company yesterday. 1500 million dollars and two lives, you just reward me with tens of millions."

"Sorry, Mr. Morgan..."

"If you don't have tens of millions, it's not impossible to take a few million out of your mind." Ron looked at the manager opposite who was getting more and more embarrassed, and his face became ugly: "No way? Not even a million?!"

As soon as Ron said it, the general manager's face became even more embarrassed: "There is no precedent for this, because in the previous robbery, all the escorts died, so there is no precedent. Maybe the company will reward several hundred..."

"Ok?"

Ron stared at him habitually, and touched his waist with his hands. The general manager was so frightened that he changed his words quickly: "A few thousand..."

"Ok?"

"Ten thousand dollars, really can't be more!"

"Well, [-] is [-]. Let me tell you first, this is the amount I get after tax. I will never pay a penny of tax for this bonus." Ron added.

"No problem, I swear." The general manager raised a hand helplessly.

"Okay, then there's no problem. Let me know when the rewards are given out, and I'll go back first. Today I have a bye and just go back home from get off work. Goodbye."

"Okay, you go slowly...wait!" The manager was halfway through, and suddenly realized something was wrong: "We didn't call you here to tell you about this, I want to talk to you, how did you kill six people by yourself?" Robber, he is still unscathed."

"Yes, I have to say, it's amazing." The fat man's HR director who was next to him said, "He saved his partner's life."

"How about your experience with guns? Your marksmanship is very accurate, but your performance on the training ground is average." The general manager's eyes were sharp, and he wanted to see something from Ron's face.

But the result disappointed him, and Ron looked like everything.

What are you kidding?Moen's psychological quality, even in the face of the most vicious terrorists, can kill seven in and seven out with a normal face, not to mention this kind of white-collar who sits in the office all day and has never seen blood.

"Maybe it's because the weapon is not easy to use? I prefer revolvers to automatic pistols. Although the Colt Python is good to use, it would be better if it is a Smith & Wesson."

"Did he use an automatic pistol in the test before?" the manager asked quietly to the side.

"Yes, Glock 17, this is the gun we use in our training ground."

The general manager nodded. This statement was barely recognized by him. There are indeed some people who will achieve better results after holding a more convenient weapon.

"Okay, I will report your request to the company. I believe that you will be equipped with more convenient weapons in the near future, but for now, we want you to watch this video."

The general manager turned the laptop screen over: "This is the surveillance video of Fortis Security's previous raid, that is, the time when the guard was killed. We hope you can tell us whether there is any difference between this robbery and the previous raid. connect?"

On the computer screen, a group of people wearing cleaners' clothes lost weight, killed the guards of the armored van one by one, and then threw bags of money on the cargo box of the pickup truck. There were two robbers in the middle who looked up. lens.

"Mr. Morgan, what do you think of this group of people?"

"I'm pretty sure that this group of people has nothing to do with this attack. They are much more powerful than the idiots this time. If I run into them, it will be very troublesome."

Ron frowned and said, he noticed that from the beginning of the robbery to the loading of the money into the car and away, the whole process was extremely smooth, as if it had been rehearsed many times in advance.

What's more interesting is that this group of people, whether it is the offensive formation or the gestures used by teammates, are very similar to those commonly used by the US military. In other words, these people are likely to come out of the army.

The general manager asked worriedly: "Are you sure? They really have nothing to do with this attack?"

"Sure, very sure." Ron nodded.

Before watching this video, Ron had already decided that the bullet was the ghost, but after watching this video, he began to waver in his previous guess.

If the bullet is really the insider, why not ask this group to continue doing it?The less people who know about robbery of armored vehicles, the better. From all angles, he has no reason to find a bunch of completely laymen to do it.

"Well, thank you for your time, Mr. Morgan, this is the end of today's conversation, we will talk another day, I wish you a happy day."

"Is this the end?" Ron asked in astonishment.

"Yes, we're done talking." The general manager was relieved: "What else do you have to do?"

"Shouldn't you tell me when the bonus will be paid out?"

"Uh, someone will communicate with you after this. This is the end of our conversation today." The general manager put away his computer and left the office with his assistant without looking back. Only Ron and the fat man in charge of personnel were left in the room.

"So you're the one he said gave me the bonus?" Ron stared at the fat man and asked curiously.

"No, I'm looking for you for something else," the fat man quickly shook his head: "I don't have a rule. The psychiatrist recommends that employees who have just experienced violence need to be transferred away from the front line for a week. If someone dies, it will take longer, so I I will temporarily change jobs for you."

"But don't worry, the time will not be very long. Because of your performance, the boss appreciates you very much. I promise you that you can come back within a week at most."

"As long as you pay me as usual, I don't mind even if I go home to rest. May I know what the new job is for me?" Ron asked.

There was a robbery just now, so as long as the professional dieter is not stupid, he will not choose to start working immediately, so Ron doesn't mind taking a few days off temporarily.

"Don't worry, it's definitely a good job," the fat man said temptingly, "What do you think of being a bodyguard?"

"bodyguard?"

"Yes, it's bodyguards. The business of our Fortis Security Company is not just about transporting money. In fact, we also undertake private security services." Noble, I remember that you filled in your information as single, if you can seize the opportunity, you will understand."

The fat man winked at him wretchedly, took out a box of medicine from the drawer and handed it to Ron, showing an expression that any man could understand: "This is a large dose of small blue pills, which can be called the combat brother of Viagra. Take your chance, man."

At the same time, on the other side of Los Angeles, in an unknown library that has been abandoned.

"Where is the grain pile, can you hit it? Little bear." Finch pushed away the big dog that jumped on him in authentic Henan dialect.

That proficient look is distressing, thanks to Ron, since the dog was brought back from Ron, he has completely forgotten the original Dutch, so Finch and Reese had to learn Chinese by themselves Henan dialect in Chinese.

"Mr. Reese, can you tell me why the dog must be kept here?"

"Little bear is very good, you will like it, and if someone dares to provoke you, he will eat them alive for you," Riise secretly hid the information on the table while Finch was not paying attention: " We have a new number."

"Sofia Campos, 21, daughter of Herbert Campos, a Brazilian diplomat working at the consulate in Los Angeles, as a dependent of a diplomat, she has a temporary social security number."

Riise stood up and gave up his seat next to the computer. He specialized in science, and Finch was better at searching for information.

"Let me take a look," Finch's fingers crackled on the keyboard, and Sophia's information immediately appeared on the computer screen:
"Sophia was born in Sao Paulo, educated in Switzerland, she can speak six languages, her mother died of cancer five years ago, so she put off her plan to go to Oxford for further study, and accompanied her father to three different places to take office, her father's political party Having been criticized for fraudulent behavior in the last election, and politically motivated kidnappings abound in their home country, it was no surprise that she was in danger.

It is reported that his father will run for president of Brazil this year. If someone wants to get rid of her father, starting with his daughter may be a good choice. "

In Brazil, being a politician is a high-risk job, because the country's economy is deeply tied to the drug trade, resulting in almost half of Brazil's neighborhoods being dominated by gangsters, and these politicians have to compromise with the gangsters.

"Well, it's another bloody political conspiracy, no wonder she has bodyguards," Riser complained, using another computer to take over the camera monitoring Sofia, and immediately, he saw a familiar figure on the screen: "Finch , do you want to guess who his bodyguard is?"

"I can directly see the profile of her bodyguard. Arthur~Morgan, an outstanding security officer of Fortis Security Company, just subdued six gangsters by himself in a cash truck robbery... Wait! This piece The face is... Ron?"

Finch was surprised to find Ron's face in the column of Mr. Morgan's photos.

"What do we do now?" Reese asked.

"First of all, we need to determine whether Ron wants this poor girl's life. If not, then I believe this girl will be the safest person in the world..."

"Is your surname Morgan? What does it have to do with that Morgan on Wall Street?" Sophia leaned on Ron's ear and exhaled loudly, almost hanging her whole body on Ron.

On the first day of his job as a bodyguard, Ron's outstanding appearance fascinated his employer. In Sophia's words, it was love at first sight for Ron.

It is estimated that the whole person will be in a trance if someone else can be turned down by the diplomat's daughter, but Ron only finds it troublesome.

"It doesn't matter. Think about it. If I were really the son of the Morgan family, I wouldn't come out to work as a bodyguard, right?" Ron helplessly straightened Sophia's body, pulled a little distance away and said solemnly: : "Miss Sophia, please respect yourself, I'm just a bodyguard."

"A very handsome and charming bodyguard, would you take me to the nightclub?" Sophia begged Ron with blinking eyes.

"No, this is not within the scope of my bodyguard job, and your father has also explained to me. Don't let me take you to any dubious places, lest you be taken advantage of by competitors with bad photos .”

"What an incomprehensible man." Sophia rolled her eyes.

"Not only is it charming, but it's a good evaluation for a bodyguard. I'll take it as your compliment and accept it."

As Ron spoke, he stretched his hand back and grabbed an unfamiliar wrist, then slammed it forward, and at the same time stretched out his foot and tripped underneath, a man's body was thrown in front of Sophia's exclamation on the floor.

Without waiting for the man on the ground to react, Ron grabbed his arm and swung it upwards, pinning him to the ground with his knuckle technique: "I don't think sneak attacking from behind should be something between friends, as you What do you think, Mr Reaser?"

Reese's face was a little embarrassed: "You are right, Morgan, I just wanted to make a joke with you."

"Do you know him? Is he also your company's bodyguard? God, how many bodyguards did my father hire for me?" Sophia looked at the two people who called each other by name, and asked with some doubts.

Of course Ron would not expose Riise in this place: "We are a company's bodyguards, yes, but he was not invited by your father for you, but our security company to ensure that every customer receives the top security service." , He is the random inspector for the temporary security random inspection of the bodyguards at work."

Ron made nonsense and gave Riser an identity, and of course Riser stepped down: "Yes, I am a random inspector from Fortis Security Company, and your vigilance has passed, Mr. Morgan." Riser said awkwardly. He took out a notebook from his pocket: "Miss, can I borrow your bodyguard for 2 minutes? I need him to sign on the random inspection form."

"of course can."

Riise pulled Ron to the corner of the store: "What the hell are you doing? Why did you suddenly become a bodyguard? Are you going to kill that woman?"

"How is it possible? I'm just a tax collector, not a killer. Let me guess, the machine spit out a new number again, right?" Ron showed a playful expression: "Do you want to take another part-time job? ? No salary, no authorization, you don’t need this anyway, but it allows you to achieve your goals and protect this woman.”

(End of this chapter)