Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Inside the new safe house of Charlie's Detective Agency.

"Bosley, who else knows about our meeting with Elena in Hamburg? Why does it feel like everyone knows, first the killer, and then this guy."

Jane stared at Ron warily. Even if Sabina explained for him before, and Bosley personally verified Ron's true identity with the headquarters, she could not dispel her doubts.

There was no way, the timing of Ron's appearance was too coincidental.

"I told you earlier, I happened to have the same goal as you, but you got there first,"

Ron glanced at Elena who was secretly looking at him. When her eyes met the latter, she immediately exclaimed. She drank water shyly to cover up her embarrassment. Ron smiled softly:

"As for the killer you mentioned, I have some opinions. I think he is not only after Elena, but you, or your organization, may also be one of his targets."

"Why do you say that?" Bosley asked puzzled.

"Please, to kill such a silly little girl, do you need equipment with such powerful firepower?" Ron shrugged: "Even if I just pick up a toilet shovel, I can stab her in the throat and kill her."

"No! I don't want to be stabbed to death by a toilet scraper!" After hearing such an outrageous death method, Elena immediately shouted to express her dissatisfaction.

"According to regulations, no one can say anything about this. Do you mean there is a mole among us? But why must it be us? Why can't his target be you? Maybe someone under your command has leaked the news." Bosley Pass Ron a cup of coffee.

Ron took the cup and put it on the table: "It wasn't me who was chased into the river and died."

"You!" Jane stood up angrily and was about to pull out a gun, but Ron was one step faster than her. Before she could touch the gun, the cold muzzle of the gun was already pressed against her forehead.

"Jane, calm down!" Sabina came out to smooth things over: "Ron is right, I can kill that kind of girl with a fly swatter. Bosley, who is that person?"

Bosley stood up and opened the big screen behind him: "The facial recognition system found photos of him committing crimes in other places five years ago, but there is no name, no record, nothing."

"I don't understand why he wanted to kill me." Elena said in confusion.

"I know this," Ron took over Bosley's position: "It says in the file that you are the system engineer of the Christo project, right?"

Xiaosha Na nodded, then shook her head quickly: "Oh my God! You actually know about Christo?"

"I also know more things. For example, you are a graduate of MIT and go to fighting class every Sunday. Although the coach praises you for practicing well, it is of no use. Just look at your performance just now. I know, I only had one boyfriend, but they broke up after only two days, so you are still..."

"Stop! Stop talking!" Elena yelled shamefully, but Ron still said the last two words.

"virgin."

"Oh!" Elena covered her face.

"It doesn't matter. If you can edit your online photos, such as your cheekbones, and then wear less yellow clothes, yellow really doesn't match you. I think there will be many people asking you out, but what we don't know is , why would anyone want you to die?"

"I know this too," Ron raised his hand again to answer: "Krystal can be turned into a weapon, right?"

"Yes, that's right, I can fix it," Elena took a deep breath to calm down: "But now, any hacker with enough skill can transform Christo into an electromagnetic pulse weapon and use it to attack other people."

"Is it the kind that causes epilepsy in the brain?" Jane asked with a frown.

"I'm afraid there's more," Ron shook his head: "If the power is strong enough, it can make people feel like food being put into a microwave oven. If you are not careful, BOOM!"

Ron turned his phone over to show everyone. On it, he was playing a video of a chicken leg being cooked in a microwave oven.

Bosley: "But I think a better way is to use it to destroy the human body's neural network, making it look like a stroke or a ruptured artery. Even if you want to check, you can't find any evidence."

"That way, it would be a perfect murder tool."

"Yes, and it can also be started remotely. It was designed by me." Elena said disappointedly.

"Then it seems that the person who wants you to die must be someone inside the company," Luo concluded: "First of all, I need to make sure, do you still have enough samples of this thing?"

"In addition to the one in my office, there are five sample machines in the warehouse. What do you want to do?" Elena replied blankly.

"No matter what the other party plans to do, all the focus must still revolve around your Crystal." Ron's eyes flashed: "So, I propose that we cooperate this time, get them all back first, and delete you Information about it in the system, in this way, the initiative is all in our hands, what do you think, girls?"

"agree!"

The morale of the angels was mobilized by Ron, who quickly struck while the iron was hot: "Then, this is our infiltration plan..."

"Wait a moment!"

Ron was about to lay out his plan when Bosley's cell phone suddenly rang.

"Yes, the one with us is named Ron...which Ron? Ron Lee Cooper...No way!...Okay, I understand."

As Bosley answered the call, his eyes towards Ron became more and more uncomfortable. By the time the call was over, his eyes were full of defensiveness.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Cooper, the headquarters just ordered that you must not be allowed to command this infiltration mission, let alone take you with us. Our Charlie Detective Agency is a small business and cannot afford to lose so much money."

After Bosley answered the phone, he immediately changed his face and refused coldly.

"Why?" After Ron asked, before she could reply, he immediately reacted: "Because of the slander against me by a handful of agents who are dissatisfied with me? It must have been Natalie on the phone just now, right?"

"It's her, yes," Bosley said, Ron said, "but do you dare to say that your plan does not include anything related to explosions?"

"Uh..." Ron was stunned by the question: "I promise, this is the most efficient plan with the highest success rate. You don't want to run away in vain and cause the other party to be more vigilant, right?"

"But our Charlie Detective Agency doesn't even want to pay for you," Bosley continued to refuse: "Our detective agency is still paying in installments to compensate for the Channel Tunnel project that was accidentally blown up because of our cooperation with you. Here~"

Speaking of this, Ron looked up at the ceiling and whistled.