The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 605 Human Removal Plan
"Ron, you're finally back, how's our TV drama plan going?"

Seeing Ron walk into the restaurant, Caroline greeted him happily. As long as the film and television project can be successful, she will no longer have to be a waiter in this messy restaurant.

Although she has fully adapted to life in the slums during her time here and has become friends with everyone in the restaurant, if she had a choice, she would still like to leave here, not only for her, but also for Max and everyone else in the restaurant. It is the common thought of all people, no one wants to be poor all the time.

"Of course, everything is settled. I bought a film and television company. If you want, you can even play your own roles in the play. Max, what do you think?"

Ron looked at Max who had just come out from behind the counter. She had just changed out of her restaurant uniform and put on a black dress to make her skin whiter. skirt.

"I don't care. Anyway, for me, it's just a different place to play the role of waiter. I've been playing this role all my life, and I can play it very well." Max shrugged and said.

"But this time, your audience will no longer be the hippies who hang out in midnight restaurants, but the audience of millions of TV dramas. My God, we are going to be stars~"

Caroline hugged Max excitedly and jumped up and down, dancing eye-catching dances. Ron had to pour cold water on her in advance: "No, I can't guarantee whether you two will be invited to act, After all, TV dramas are made to make money. Although the characters are based on you, you don’t have much acting experience, so I prefer to invite actors similar to you to play your roles, such as Caroline’s role, I think it can be handed over to Anne Hathaway."

"Anne Hathaway?! No, I don't want that bastard in my role!"

Caroline yelled angrily, but Max clapped his hands and applauded: "Haha, I absolutely support Anne Hathaway playing Caroline, they are just as annoying."

Anne Hathaway may be an extremely high-quality actress in the eyes of Chinese people, she has no scandals, and is as beautiful and elegant as ever, but in the eyes of Americans, she is one of the most hated female stars, because most Americans think she is too Pretending, in Huaxia's words, is not grounded.

But one thing is for sure, her feeling of being out of place in the American atmosphere is exactly the same as that of Caroline, a former rich girl, in the slums.

"We can discuss the matter of actors later. I can let you participate in the casting process, but I didn't come to you today to talk about this."

Ron made a gesture of invitation, invited the two women into the car, and sat in the driver's seat himself. Caroline's face suddenly turned red and looked very attractive: "I know, you want us The one I promised you before, right, the superhero costume show, I'm ready."

"It's not this...well, we can talk about this later." Ron glanced at the independent and shy Caroline and Max who was eager to try: "What I want to tell you is the moving plan, and I found it for you. A new residence, I have moved your luggage there, in order to prevent any things you particularly like from being carefully thrown away by me, I even moved the garbage in your house."

"Oh, Ron, you are so considerate~ But we really don't need to move to a new place, the place we live in now is quite good, with water and electricity, and a yard where Subao can live …It’s not that we are reluctant to spend money to live in a better house, the main reason is that we like the atmosphere in that area, not only being next to Sophie, but also…”

Caroline explained with erratic eyes, and Max rolled his eyes behind him. Ron interrupted Caroline's nonsense unceremoniously: "Max has already told me that you can invest your money in stocks again. Lost, right? Seriously, don’t trust all the financial knowledge you learned at Wharton before, it’s useless.”

Caroline widened her eyes angrily. The Wharton School of Business education was the thing she was most proud of: "How is it possible, do you know who my teacher is? He is..."

"No matter who he is, you have to understand such a logic," Ron said helplessly, "first of all, everyone likes money, right? No one will have trouble with dollars, so, your finance teacher Why don't you earn your own money and choose to teach in schools instead?"

"Hahahaha..." Caroline was speechless at Ron's words, and Max laughed out loud in the back seat of the car.

"But maybe those teachers who taught me finance don't bother to go to the stock market to make money?" Caroline wanted to make a final struggle.

"Do you believe what you say?" Caroline lowered her head under Ron's questioning, but Ron didn't continue to chase, but just let it go. The car was very difficult during the chat between Ron and Max. Quickly drove to the new house that Ron was preparing. As soon as he arrived at Max, he discovered that this house was unusual.

"What's going on here? Why are there steel plates behind all the windows? And that door, why does it look so similar to the safes in a bank vault?" Max said, pointing to the strangely shaped house in front of him.

"Don't worry, the steel plates behind those windows can be opened. This is the safe house I specially prepared for you. I bought it from a lunatic with doomsday illusions. Not only that, but there is also a secret room in this house." , hidden five meters below the fireplace, if you store some food and fresh water inside, the automatic ventilation system will allow you to stay there for a long time, even if you encounter a nuclear attack. "

Ron looked at the house with satisfaction and explained to the two women.

Caroline was puzzled: "But why do we live in such a house?"

"Because we just replaced a lunatic president. He has a plan called Redemption Day. Have you heard of it?" The two women shook their heads. They were all apolitical people, and Ron could only continue to explain: "He I plan to pass a bill, after choosing a day, on this day every year, people will be free to carry out any criminal actions to vent their emotions, and God will redeem the people who died on this day and take them to heaven, I don’t I feel that when others know that there are only two lovely women living in a house, they will not list this place as the primary target of violence.

I am very willing to protect you, but I also know that it is impossible for me to be by your side all the time, so I can only prepare such a house for you. "

"Didn't you say that, he just planned, I don't think anyone will pass such a crazy bill, Ron, you are too worrying."

"I hope so, but isn't it good to be prepared?" Ron nodded noncommittally.

In fact, this word was intended to comfort the two women. Earlier, Finch had already hacked into Warren’s personal computer. He had already reached a secret deal with several congressmen for this bill. The passage of the bill has long been It was a certainty, so he hurriedly bought this house and gave it to the two daughters. Besides, he also had corresponding arrangements for other confidante.

They also gave this secret plan a sensational name called the Human Clearance Project.

, the day of redemption sounds like a very fair event, everyone can kill anyone without distinction, and those who want to kill will not be punished, but don't forget, rich people will hire a lot of bodyguards To protect yourself and your family, they will not be harmed in the day of redemption, because ordinary people who take up arms just because of interest will never be the opponents of those professionally trained bodyguards.

The final result can only be that the lower levels kill each other and consume each other, while the elites can take the opportunity to save a large amount of pensions and reduce the burden on their own companies. As for the lack of people?The big deal is to wait until the day of redemption has passed before recruiting again. As long as they want to continue to live, they will always have to work for the elite companies.

"If you feel sorry, after the TV series based on the two of you makes money, you can return the money you made to me as a house purchase."

"However, I still can't accept it. This house is too expensive. Based on our copyright income..."

While Caroline was still evading, as if to prove Ron's foresight, the music on the car radio suddenly stopped.

"A piece of important news is urgently interrupted: Congress has just passed a proposal by the new President Warren. In order to reduce the unemployment rate and at the same time, in order to reduce disputes among people, from now on, August 8th of each year will be set as the day of salvation. On this day, all acts of violence will be allowed and will be redeemed by God. I hope everyone can cleanse your souls during this day of indulgence. God bless the United States and the country will be reborn..."

When the two girls heard the news, they were struck by lightning, and they stood there motionless for a long time, looking at Ron in shock.

Today is August 8th, that is to say, when the clock strikes midnight tonight, the entire United States will be caught in disorderly killings. If they still live in the original place, they will definitely not be able to survive tomorrow.

You must know that the place where they rented the house before was one of the most chaotic slums in Los Angeles!

"Well, I know they might pass this resolution, but I never thought it would be so fast." Ron helped the two women close their jaws with his hands: "But I think this should give you more reasons to accept This house, isn't it?"

"Okay, we accepted this house... Ron, can you not leave tonight?" Caroline held Ron's arm pitifully and begged everywhere.

Ron thought about it, and finally shook his head: "I'm afraid not. If I were here, you would become less safe. Do you think I have few enemies? I don't believe they will give up such a good opportunity, no Go find a way to kill me, if I stay here, maybe a few punks with pistols will become professionals with bazookas or rifles."

Of course, Ron's worry was not unreasonable. In fact, just as he was comforting the two, a group of strangely shaped people gathered around the round table in the meeting room of the Los Angeles City Hall, preparing for a meeting.

The reason why they are strange is not just because of their appearance. Although most of them look fierce, the reason is that they even dress differently from ordinary people.

Some of them have replaced their original physical arms with mechanical arms, some have replaced most of their bodies with machines, and what's more, they hide their entire faces behind white ninja masks, and these people without exception focus their attention on On the man in the middle of the round table whose face is half covered by a gas mask.

"It seems that everyone has arrived, which is great. I like people who are punctual the most, because this represents your respect for me."

The man who covered most of his face with a gas mask stood up: "Maybe many of you don't know me yet, it's not my fault, it's because your ranks were too low before, but now, through your previous I think that you are qualified to be my followers, so I would like to formally introduce myself to you now. My code name is Doctor. I am a member of Aideen’s 12 apostles, and I am also the commander of you people. official."

"With me, you don't need to think about anything, you just need to follow when I give an order, understand?"

"understand!"

All answered in unison, except the man with the mechanical arm, with which he raised his hand, and Ron would have recognized this man if he had been here. The ex-royal agent who modified the mechanical arm that he met in the circle.

The doctor glanced at him without any joy or anger in his eyes: "What questions do you have?"

"I wonder, what if we have questions about the order?"

The doctor did not answer, but looked around the people around: "Does anyone else have the same questions as her? You can ask them now. I am very democratic and good at listening to different voices. If you have any ideas, please let me know." You can come and talk to me."

However, looking around, everyone was silent, only the half-human, half-mechanical black soldier was a little moved. Just as he was about to raise his hand, his arm was pressed down by the white-clothed ninja sitting next to him.

"What are you doing?" the black soldier asked in a low voice.

"You're still useful, you can't die yet." The ninja in white said coldly.

"Is there no one else?" The doctor took a panoramic view of the small movements of the ninja and the black warrior, but he didn't say anything, but continued to ask questions, but this time there was still no answer. He left his seat and walked in front of the man with the mechanical arm: "Look No one has the same question as you, so I can only answer you alone, if someone has doubts about my order, I usually choose to let this person die, are you satisfied with this answer?"

After finishing speaking, a sharp knife appeared in his hand without any warning, and quickly plunged into the man's abdomen.

"Hiss~" Before the man could react, he clutched his wound and fell to the ground in pain.

"Clean him up, don't let him dirty the floor here, after all, this is still someone's place."

(End of this chapter)