The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 163 The Little Girl Selling Cakes 2
The FBI team members held all kinds of weapons, and the agent at the front held a shotgun. He swiftly and swiftly blasted the door lock at Caroline's hand, and then kicked the door open.

"Police! Don't move!" Under the mask, Hobbs yelled at the two beauties next to him without any sympathy.

"I don't know! I don't know anything! What happens inside has nothing to do with us!" Caroline was so frightened that her face turned pale, and she quickly stepped aside and raised her hands to stand still, almost urinating in fear again.

"Calm down, calm down," Max calmed Caroline's emotions, while standing with Caroline with experience, and made way: "Don't worry, it's just a temporary raid. In this community, there are often such matter."

"Who are you?!" Hobbs blocked the two ladies like a big wall.

"Hobbs, you scared them. They have nothing to do with the drug dealer you raided. They are just two poor girls selling small cakes."

Walking behind, the "special police" who didn't hold any weapons in their hands, and even the mask only covered the upper half of their face, was eating a lollipop in a very serious manner.

Even without making a sound, Caroline and Max recognized the owner of this chin just by relying on this chin, and at the same time cheered in surprise: "Ron! Why are you here?!"

"Ron, I've told you many times, you have to call me by my code name when you're performing missions outside!" Hobbs turned his head and gave Ron a vicious look.

"Okay, vulture, whatever you say is a vulture." Ron said indifferently.

"It's a bald eagle, my code name is bald eagle."

"But you don't have any hair on your head. I think it's better to be called a vulture." Anyway, they are all acquaintances. Ron simply took off his mask, touched his lush hair, and looked at Huo with an innocent face. Booth:
"Really, there is no hair. I have a subordinate named Arthur who is in the same situation as you, but he just refuses to accept the folk remedy I introduced to him. Rub his head with ginger juice. Do you want to try it?"

"I shaved my head bald, not born bald!" Hobbs was so angry that his eyes were wide open. If there were not so many people present, he really wanted to take out his gun and blow his head off with one shot.

"Well, it's fine if you say yes." Ron didn't continue to entangle with him about hair growth, and turned to Max and the two: "Why did you appear here? The small cake shop now provides beautiful shop assistants late at night Food delivery business? Trust me, it's not a good idea."

"A beautiful lady, walking alone in the streets of Los Angeles late at night, is almost a fruitless invitation to criminals."

"Uh, it's actually not as dangerous as you think," Max distinguished: "Those people will only attack people like you who seem to be richer, and no one will embarrass a waitress who is still running around late at night. pregnancy."

"Those people just want money, to buy new drugs, to keep going back to dreamland."

I have to say that Max really deserves to be a child who grew up in the slums, and he can't be more precise about the psychology of these bastards in the slums.

Ron believed that even if he really met someone who was malicious to her, Max would have enough means to deal with it.

"I'm not talking about you, I'm mainly talking about her, Caroline," Ron said with a little emphasis, "Do you really think you can handle the streets of Los Angeles at night?"

It's not that Ron reprimanded her so much, but that Caroline is different now. If it was Caroline a week ago, apart from a good-looking skin, there is really nothing worth thinking about.

Moreover, Caroline's appearance does not conform to the mainstream aesthetic standards of the slums. They all like big breasts and big buttocks, just like Max's.

But it's different now, Caroline's account has an extra ten thousand dollars, and it's not a one-off, and there will be thousands to tens of thousands of dollars almost every month in the future.

This amount of money is enough for an addict to never wake up from the anesthesia of drugs.

"Hey, I'm not the same as before, okay?" Caroline said unconvinced: "I have lived here for a long time, it can be said that I am no different from Max who was born and raised here!"

"Oh my God," Max rubbed his forehead, "How can you be so naive?"

"No, there's a big difference. If Max walked the streets alone, I believe she has enough ways to solve all kinds of troubles, but you are different."

"The next day, cleaners will find various parts of your body in different trash cans. Even if you search all the places, there is no way to put your body together, because there will always be at least one good organ in a working place. Beats on rich people with matching organs."

Caroline was dumbfounded by Ron's cruel truth.

"Come out, get him out! Take the evidence, go back and put it in the evidence room, you lost it last time!" Hobbs yelled, and the FBI special police set up a man from the room. Man with long hair.

It was the man whom Caroline mistook in the corridor just now.

In the evidence bag taken out by the special police at the back, there were also drugs and an M1911 pistol seized from his home.

"Boss, this guy actually planned to resist, but I immediately kicked his gun off with a front flip and a flying kick. How about it? Is it powerful enough?"

The SWAT who talked like a rap came up to Hobbs, and it would be hell if Ron couldn't recognize that this was Hobbs' high school classmate.

"Hobbs, let's play in the back, I'll see off the two ladies." Ron beckoned, and left with Caroline.

Some things are inconvenient to say in front of Hobbs. With Hobbs' experience, he will definitely realize that there is a problem with Caroline's online fundraising.

"Max, why do you still come out to deliver food at night? Is the money raised by Caroline not enough?" As soon as he walked out of the building, Ron opened his mouth and asked, "You won't still be working in that restaurant, will you?" "

"Of course the money is enough, but it's only enough to pay the rent and decoration expenses. The location of the store you found is indeed good, but the rent is not too bad."

"If this guy hadn't accidentally broken our original oven, the traffic in that location would have paid us back the cost of the first few months."

"So, the oven I sent you is broken again? Why is it broken?" Ron looked at Caroline, who had done something wrong and lowered her head: "Forget it, I won't ask, but I think it's better to deliver food late at night. It’s still too little money.”

"How about this, I will buy you another oven, don't rush to refuse, just treat it as my investment in your small cake business, if one day you plan to go public, you must remember to count my part The work is the original stock."

(End of this chapter)