The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 202 Tanks Out of the Street
"Arthur, are you sure these people belong to the Killer Company? Why didn't any of them survive?"

Ron asked on the walkie-talkie, Ben was thinking of waiting for them to hurt each other and come out to pick up the bargain, but he didn't expect an explosion to kill them all?Can this TM be called a killer?
"This is the worst class I've ever seen." Arthur covered his face and couldn't bear to look directly at him. A killer of this level is not even worthy of performing tasks independently in the company he used to work for, not to mention joining the cleanup team.

The house was in ruins, and Mrs. and Mrs. Smith, who had survived the catastrophe, pushed aside the wooden boards covering their bodies and got out, staring at the ruins in a daze.

"Two," Ron's voice suddenly appeared behind them, and the two immediately attacked him reflexively. Mr. Smith's fist went straight to the door, followed by Mrs. Smith's flirtatious feet.

Ron immediately raised his knees and turned sideways, knocked his wife's provocative feet away with his knees, and then grabbed Mr. Smith's fist with his hands interlaced, and twisted his whole body in the air with the inertia of his sideways, knocking him to the ground.

On the other side, Mrs. Smith missed a hit and was taking out a kitchen knife Zhunde to continue attacking, but was put on the head by a pistol. So far, both of them were defeated.

Ron rolled his eyes, did he look so soft?Why does everyone want to pinch?
"Don't worry, I don't mean any harm to you, if I really want to kill you, I'll let a sniper blow your heads off just now," Ron shouted loudly: "Hank, say hello to our lovely Smith family! "

"Bang!" There was a crisp sound, and the bullet grazed Mr. Smith's scalp, making a small hole in the ground in front of him. Mr. Smith, who was still struggling, immediately calmed down, and Ron let go of his hand in satisfaction.

"Well, if you're not with those killers, what do you want from us?"

"Money, a lot of money," Ron gently straightened his suit, which was a little wrinkled from strenuous exercise.

"Let me formally introduce myself, Ron Lee Cooper, captain of the Irs special operations team, you... no, I mean, has your company paid taxes?"

"Hahaha, I don't know when the killer company will start paying taxes." Mr. Smith felt as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"The killer needs to pay taxes? I haven't paid a penny."

When he said this, his tone was extremely proud, and Mrs. Smith on the side couldn't help covering her face.

Why did I fall in love with such a fool back then?
"Well, thanks to Mr. Smith for his confession, maybe tomorrow you can go to my accountant to calculate the income of these years, and pay back the taxes you owe."

The money was sent to the face, and it would be too much not to accept it, so Ron could only agree.

"In the great United States of America, there is no business that does not pay taxes, even killers. If you can assist me in the tax investigation of the two respective companies, I am willing to provide protection for your future life, provided that join us."

The two looked at each other, their eyes revealing incredible expressions. Originally, they planned to find a place to wander around the world after killing the killer, avoiding the pursuit afterward, but they didn't expect that the most troublesome problem before would be inadvertently asked by Ron. Time resolved?

Of course, they never doubted the authenticity of Ron's words. In the United States, everyone knows the power of the IRS.

And just like Arthur back then, a chance to cleanse himself is a rare and precious opportunity for these killers who have been in the dark.

Mrs. Smith immediately grasped this life-saving straw, and immediately replied impatiently: "We are willing to join, how do you plan to protect us? Our original company is very powerful, and will continuously send killers to hunt us down. What are you going to do with those three cars?"

Mrs. Smith pointed behind Ron. Three cars turned around the corner and were approaching them quickly. Ron turned around indifferently, likening his hands to pistols.

"Their cars are bulletproof..." Mrs. Smith stopped mid-sentence.

Because as Ron dubbed the gun with a "pop~" mouth, and made a shooting gesture, a cannonball flew out from an unknown angle on the side of the street, hitting the car in the middle.

"Boom~" The car turned into a huge fireball and flew into the sky. Mrs. Smith opened her mouth wide in surprise, because from the other side of the street, an old-fashioned Sherman tank was emerging from the grass, and the shell just now was its masterpiece.

"What did you just say? What happened to the car?" Ron turned around.

"I said the car is a defense..." Mrs. Smith changed her words in the middle of her sentence: "No, I said it's nothing."

Immediately, a wave of swear words in various languages ​​erupted from the car on the opposite side. The killers were desperate and wanted to scold their mothers!

Isn't I just chasing and killing a traitor, as for driving out the tanks?

However, they were swearing, but their hands were not idle. The remaining two cars immediately flicked their tails on the road, turned the front of the car, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and prepared to escape.

I didn't even have the thought of resisting.

What a joke!Even if it's an old gadget left over from World War II, a tank is a tank!No matter how bulletproof a car can compare with a tank?Don't die!

However, it is a pity that the delay of these few seconds was long enough for the 76mm main gun on Sherman to be reloaded. The turret creaked and turned, and immediately aimed the muzzle at one of the vehicles again.

"Boom!" With a burst of emotion, the car was blown up into the sky again.

And another car finally took this opportunity to speed up and ran away at the corner of the street. The tank also stopped when it chased Ron. The top cover opened, and a white-haired head poked out.

"It feels so good, this thing is exactly the same as the car I drove when I was in the army."

"It's good if you are satisfied. If you like it, this car will be your personal car from now on. No one else will drive this car except you. Dr. Hannibal, welcome to join us and become an official member."

Ron waved his hand at the top: "Don't worry, all his procedures have been filed with the military department, you can legally drive it on the road, I believe no one will open their eyes to trouble you, this big guy It is enough for everyone to learn to respect the old and love the young."

The Sherman tank has a complete crew of five, and at least three people can drive it. Apart from the experienced Hannibal and "Morgan Freeman", the last crew member is Carl Jr.

There is nothing wrong with respecting the old and loving the young.

"Damn! %U*(I#$" Mr. Smith took a long time to swear a series of swear words, and finally took a breath: "You call this thing a car?! Are you crazy? How dare you drive this thing into a residential area! You There will definitely be complaints!"

(End of this chapter)