The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 157 The Way of Reasoning
"Taha has about 2000 million deposits." Lola said seriously: "Euros."

"How much did you say?" Ron turned his head in amazement.

"Ten million euros."

"Cut...it's just a little money, I don't care at all, not at all." Although Ron's heart was bleeding, he still put on a brave face.

"Do you still have the strength to hold the handle by yourself?" Ron tied the rope to the heating pipe and hugged Lola to the window sill. Lola nodded slightly: "Then go, someone will meet you over there."

"Aren't you going with me?"

"Of course not, I also want to give these scumbags a meeting gift."

By the way, get back the 2000 million euros I lost!Ron thought.

After finishing speaking, Ron let go of his hand, and Lola slid along the zipline. At this time, the men guarding outside had already noticed something was wrong, but Ron locked the door from the inside immediately after finishing the people in the room. live.

They could only bang on the door, and Ron shot directly at the door, and didn't stop until all four magazines were exhausted.

The door of Taha's office has been punched into a sieve, hanging precariously on the door frame, as long as it is given a little force, it can be easily knocked down.

Ron knew it, and so did the drug dealers outside.

Through the hole in the door, Ron saw a big foot kicking the door open.

But just before they kicked the door, Ron had already pulled the safety of the two grenades, and threw them out the moment the door was kicked down.

Ron grasped the angle of the grenade flying out very well. It hit the wall behind almost at the same time, and bounced into the corridor through an oblique angle of nearly 60 degrees.

"boom!"

The corridor was engulfed in flames, and Ron casually picked up a rifle that had just been guarded on the ground and walked out.

Sure enough, there was no living thing in the corridor.

"Cut~ there is no one who can fight." In Ron's eyes, the deep disappointment could not be concealed.

Compared with the drug dealers in the United States, this group of French drug dealers was completely wiped out in seconds, and they didn't even have the most basic tactics. Of course, it may be because the popularity of guns here is not as strong as that in the United States.

In the slums of the United States, there is at least one gun per capita. Almost every child grows up from street gang shootouts and is proficient in these basic tactical knowledge since childhood.

"Deng den den," footsteps sounded on the stairs. It sounded like there was more than one person. Ron shrank directly into the reverse slope of the exit of the stairs. For those who went upstairs, this place was basically equivalent to a visual blind spot.

"Tap tatap..." As soon as the person under the stairs appeared, he was taken away by a wave of shots from Ron, and he pulled out the last grenade and the insurance and threw it down.

"It's a grenade! Go back!"

"Boom!" Before the smoke from the grenade cleared, Ron's figure jumped out of the smoke. The little gangster who was caught off guard was caught off guard by Ron, and was swept down by the rifle.

"I'm starting to feel bored~" Ron said to himself after he had already walked to the first floor after cleaning up the resident insects on another floor.

It took him a little more than half an hour to fight from the top floor to the downstairs. Basically, this group of little gangsters had no other tricks except crotch-covering shooting, and there was really no one who could fight.

Ron estimated that probably only the guy with K2 on his head had any fighting power.

"Ron," Matilda saw that Ron came out of the building without incident, and ran over with Lola, who had just recovered, "what did you do? They let you walk out like this ?”

"They didn't want to let me go, but I reasoned with them, and they were moved by my reasoning, so they let me out." Ron shrugged and said easily.

"Reasonable? Impossible!" Matilda said incredulously: "What the hell did you tell them?! Taha's men are the most violent guys in this block, it is impossible for you to leave so easily come out."

"Maybe your way of reasoning is wrong, maybe you should try to use this thing to reason with them next time."

With a click, Ron pulled out the empty magazine and threw it behind him, then took a new magazine and loaded it in. These were the trophies he had just fought in the building.

"You killed them all?!" Matilda covered her head, "There are more than 100 of his subordinates in this building!"

"More than 100? Maybe you remember it wrong?" Ron curled his lips suspiciously: "I remember that I only killed more than 50 people in total."

Ron counted again silently in his heart, yes, it was 56, and this was the result of including Taha.

"The rest of them may have gone after my brother." Laura, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "I saw a few cars driving downstairs just now."

"Your brother?" Ron's interest increased greatly: "Where do you think he will go?"

"I don't know either, but I know he should be with that policeman." Laura shook her head in confusion.

"Here," Ron handed her a mobile phone: "Maybe you can call him. My number is on the phone. My name is Ron. I admire your brother's skills. If he wants, he can Come to America to do something for me.

Last but not least, I forgot to say, my name is Ron.Affiliated to the IRS department, this time came to collect taxes from the Taha gang for their drug trade in the United States. "

Ron casually made up a reason, and immediately bluffed the ignorant Laura, leaving only Matilda staring at Ron's back suspiciously.

Didn't you come to execute the silence!

But she was very clever and didn't say it. Anyway, Taha is dead, and no one will know this secret forever.

"Okay, my mission is complete, see you next time." After speaking, Ron took Matilda away without looking back.

"Wait! Don't worry about that big guy?" Matilda was confused by Ron's endless operations.

"Didn't Laura just say that? An undercover policeman has already gone to deal with it with his brother." Ron said indifferently: "Now this is not my trouble, but France's trouble, understand?"

Ron smiled slyly: "I used to think that Olof's supplier was crazy, so he dared to rob the army's nuclear weapons and sell them, but think about it, France sent an undercover policeman for such a big matter. Do you think it's reasonable to deal with this?"

For this kind of thing, in any country, at least special forces must be dispatched to deal with it carefully as if facing a big enemy, but what is France doing now?

Matilda was thoughtful: "What do you mean?"

"I mean, they threw that big guy on purpose, so that it could be sent to this place, and then...boom~"

(End of this chapter)