The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 224 The Doom of the Human Snake Gang

The Smith & Wesson M237 has a magazine capacity of eight rounds. In previous actual combat, Ron could lock up to six targets at a time and still have room to spare. So this time, he wants to try his own limit?
Outside the window, the grenade thrown by Ron based on his feeling basically did not cause any damage except for causing a little panic to the attackers. Thinking about it, you know how accurate a grenade thrown casually can be?
Ron didn't have any skills related to throwing.

However, just as Ron began to aim among the attackers, some attackers who had just lay down for the grenade got up from the ground, quickly picked up their guns and were about to fight back.

And Ron moved one step faster.

One, two, three... six, seven... ten!
Finally, when he aimed at the tenth target, Ron felt that his energy was about to be exhausted, and he would soon be unable to withstand it if he didn't shoot again. So, fortunately, there were only twelve people in total outside, so he pulled the gun. trigger.

"Bang..." Ron fired ten shots in an instant, and at the same time, the corresponding ten bodies shot between the eyebrows lay on the ground with shocked expressions, and only two of the 12 attackers outside were left alive.

However, they were so frightened by Ron's miraculous marksmanship that they didn't even look at them. They swiped at Ron with the assault rifle in their arms, but how accurate could a gun that they hadn't even aimed at?
The bullet almost passed Ron, but he was unharmed. After falling from the second floor, Ron didn't even have the mood to hide for a while, so he stood there and raised his hand twice, ending the lives of the last two attackers .

"It's still too reluctant~" Ron checked that all the attackers had been killed, and rubbed his brows in pain: "I knew it would not be so troublesome."

"Hey, have you seen enough?" Ron turned his head, and Lai had sneaked down from upstairs at some point, and was poking around behind the low wall of the garden.

"Oh my God, Ron, you're really amazing." After being pointed out by Ron, Lai was not embarrassed at all, and threw himself into Ron's arms like a swallow returning home, and lightly pecked him on the face, but was caught by Ron. Push it away.

"Miss Lai, let's call you that first, can you tell me why someone sent me a rocket bomb early in the morning before I finished breakfast?" Ron walked up to the corpse carrying the rocket launcher and kicked it with his foot. Kicking the dead body: "And there are still two, I need a reasonable explanation, who are they?"

"Ah? They..." Lai's eyes wandered suddenly, and he immediately changed the subject: "They may be part of the smuggler group. I know the position of their company and I can take you to revenge. How about it?" "Lai, I see Does it sound like a fool?" Ron jokingly smiled, and stared at Lai with scrutiny: "Or should I call you Chen Lai?"

"Haha, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand?" Lai took two steps back in a panic, but Ron forced him up, and hugged her very intimately, like someone in love Like lovers.

"I said, respected Miss Chen Lai, are you sure that your father, Mr. Chen He, the leader of the largest human-snake group in Los Angeles, is also in the container transporting illegal immigrants? Was he put in by his own men?"

Just as Chen Lai would go to the study to look through his things to confirm his identity while Ron was asleep, of course Ron couldn't really feel at ease leaving a strange woman alone in his home, even if he had already had enough intimate relationships. touch.

Before going to bed, he had already sent all Lai's information to Ramsay to ask her to help investigate, but it turned out that the woman was the daughter of the boss of the biggest smuggling gang in Los Angeles.

Therefore, Ron simply played tricks.

Everything happened almost as written in his script, the only exception was that he never expected that the person sent by the other party to kill him would come so quickly, so he was a little caught off guard.

"You already know?" Chen Lai lowered his head: "Yes, I am that person's daughter, but I really don't want him to continue doing this kind of business anymore."

At this point, Chen Lai broke down in tears: "Did you know that there are 400 people in each container, but only about 300 of them can reach the United States alive, and almost 100 people died on the way!"

"But isn't there still 300 lucky people who successfully landed in the United States?" Ron patted her on the back and comforted her: "Maybe they can live the happy life they want from now on?"

Ron said that, but he didn't believe it at all in his heart. After living in the United States for so many years, no one knew better than him what life those stowaways lived.

There are three major sources of smugglers in the United States. The first category is naturally the Latinos who smuggled over from the Mexican border. Their personnel composition is complex, and there are all kinds of people, including but not limited to Mexicans.

Panama, Venezuela, Brazil... Almost all the smugglers in South America cross this border to enter the country. Therefore, a huge Latin ethnic group has also formed in the United States. the first force.

The second largest source is naturally black people of African descent from Africa. As we all know, there is almost no pure land free from poverty in the whole of Africa, so the population outflow from Africa is so serious that it has almost dyed the whole of France black. Of course, there is no reason to let it go Not going to the more developed America.

And the third source is the vast number of Asian smugglers. Chen Lai's father was doing their business. A few decades ago, the main force of smuggling was mainly Chinese people. With the growth of China's economic strength, Stowaways are also gradually becoming Southeast Asian.

Such as Thailand, Malaysia, India and so on.

However, unlike the other two gangs who helped each other after they came, Mr. Chen gave full play to the unique introversion skills of East Asians. Almost all stowaways who came here by smuggling became free laborers in his hands.

As for women, the end is often worse.

"How is it possible, my father sold them all to various factories and plantations to work at least ten hours a day, only providing food that can sustain life, and they killed all those who escaped.

I must stop this from happening, can you help me?ron. "

Chen Lai raised his head, his eyes were full of pleading.

"Of course," Ron readily agreed, and Chen Lai was very happy, but unfortunately she was too happy, and Ron's next sentence directly knocked her down: "So your father should have a lot of money? "

"Ah... probably?" Chen Lai was not too sure, "Why are you asking this?"

"Of course it's for tax collection." Ron threw out his IRS certificate with a serious face: "As far as I know, your father's freight company has been paying tax as an import trading company, and the tax rate is only seven points, and It’s not reasonable to get tax refunds every now and then.”

"This is a serious fraud!" Ron said righteously, and his heart was already full of joy.

It's taking you in, acting with you, and even chastity. No one really thinks that Ron is full of sympathy, right?You thought Ron was staring at Chen Lai's lust, but he was actually looking at the bonus!

With the bonus, how many pretty young ladies can't handle it?
"By the way, your father has earned a lot of black-hearted money in recent years, right?"

Chen Lai nodded blankly, she suddenly had a bad feeling, as if she was leading robbers to grab things at home.

……

In the port of Los Angeles, at the company headquartered by the human-snake gang, Mr. Chen, the leader, is pacing back and forth in the office while listening to the phone, while five big men, including his most powerful subordinate Wall, stand beside him nervously.

Finally, Mr. Chen paused, hung up the phone, and everyone suddenly collapsed.

"Trash! A bunch of trash!" Mr. Chen shouted loudly.

"I have already dispatched fifteen men, and let them take the best weapons. I really didn't expect that guy to be so powerful. It's my fault, boss."

Wall bowed his head and confessed his mistake. Based on his experience, at this time, taking the initiative to admit his mistake would lead to a lighter punishment from the boss, but what he didn't expect was that as soon as he finished speaking, a water glass was thrown on his head by Mr. Chen.

"Trash!" Mr. Chen cursed angrily, "Is this what I'm talking about?! Who told you to do it?!"

Blood ran down Wall's face from the wound, but he didn't even dare to wipe it off: "Boss, didn't you tell me to kill him yesterday? I completely followed your order and tracked down his address through the surveillance system. Then……"

Mr. Chen's face was flushed, he remembered that he was indeed the one who gave the order yesterday, but as the boss, so what if he was wrong?

"Fart! Don't you have a brain? After finding the place, you don't have to use your little head full of dung to investigate the identity of the other party?!"

"Do you know who you offended? That's the captain of the IRS Special Operations Team, the famous God of Death, not to mention killing a team you sent out, even killing all of you will not take him any effort!
He even won the Navy Cross with another soldier named Forrest when he served in Afghanistan!Do you know why he got that medal? "

Obviously, Mr. Chen has much more information about Ron than he imagined, and all his subordinates shook their heads together.

"He killed two companies with only one squad! It's two whole companies!" Mr. Chen slapped the table and shouted, but he was terrified in his heart: "That killing god, maybe he is coming at this time!" We're on the way, what should we do? Come and tell me, you idiots, what should I do!"

Mr. Chen continued to talk hysterically, but just as he finished speaking, as if to prove his words, there was a sound of breaking through the air, and then the glass in the office shattered.

"There is an enemy attack!" Wall just had time to throw Mr. Chen behind the table, and a loud noise exploded behind him.

"Boom!" The entire office, except for Wall and Mr. Chen who hid behind the desk in time, was blown to pieces by grenades.

Outside, Ron slapped Hank's top hard in dissatisfaction: "You bastard! You're crazy! You actually aimed the gun at the office? If you kill their boss, who are we going to steal the money from... ...Ah no, it's taxation!"

Ron slipped his tongue and almost said what was in his heart. Everyone looked at him strangely, and only Carl nodded happily.

"Ahem!" Ron coughed heavily to cover up his embarrassment: "What are you looking at? Why don't you hurry up and work?"

"Then I change the gun?" Hank tentatively asked.

"No, let's use this. You and Carl will clean up the outsiders as quickly as possible. Arthur, Giselle, you rush in from the left, Mr. and Mrs. Smith, you block the back door."

While checking all kinds of equipment on his body, Ron quickly gave orders. The headquarters of the human-snake gang is near the sea on one side, and the other three sides are extremely empty roads. This plan can just surround them to death without dead ends.

"What about you?" Giselle asked.

"Me?" Ron checked all the equipment correctly, and slapped Giselle's buttocks hard: "Of course I went in from the front, brothers, and the action began."

The people acted immediately.

Hank aimed the grenade launcher at the densest place of the crowd again, and with a flick of his finger, a flower of enchanting blood burst out in the crowd in an instant, and Carl's drone quickly took off after Ron gave the order.

The submachine gun hanging under the drone poured bullets from the air to the gang of people and snakes, and just when their attention was attracted by the snipers on the roof and the drones flying around in the sky.

A car quickly drove out from behind the building under Ron's feet, dodged a series of bullets in the small building, circled a big arc, and finally crashed into the side door of the small building, where the cargo was loaded and unloaded.

Before the people and snakes guarding the building opened fire on the car, Arthur and Gizelle, armed with submachine guns, immediately jumped out of the car. The two of them, two guns, formed a dense firepower network, and quickly killed all the people inside. sweep away.

And when the little guys finally thought of running for their lives, outside the back door, Mr. and Mrs. Smith, each holding a squad machine gun, crossed the door with a grinning grin.

"Da da da……"

The bullets of the 12.7mm machine gun ruthlessly tore the youngsters who were trying to escape through the back door into two pieces, leaving no whole body behind.

"Listen people inside, our IRS Special Operations Team Captain, you are already surrounded," Ron shouted arrogantly into the inside with a loudspeaker: "From now on, I will count by dozens, if you still don't lose If you lower your weapons and come out to surrender, we will attack immediately."

"Ten, nine, eight..."

When Ron counted to eight, he quietly turned off the horn and took out the walkie-talkie: "Attack now!"

"Boss, didn't you say tens?" Little Carl was a little confused, he was stunned by Ron's shameless appearance.

"Seven, six..." Ron yelled out two more numbers through the loudspeaker, curling his lips in disdain: "What do you know, this is a tactic, do you understand? Five, tell me everything, ugly people You need to study more, if you don’t study, you will have no future even if you come out to hang out, four..."

Ron persuaded earnestly, Little Carl curled his lips following Ron's example, let him study, it would be better to kill him, isn't it just cheating?He grew up in a slum and saw a lot, what kind of art of war is this?
If this is considered the art of war, then his father is a master of the art of war!

The screen in front of Carl can display the camera images carried by everyone. Except for Ron, the other four people have already met in the small building.

Carl controlled a plane to fly under the office window, and was about to wait until Arthur and the others broke through the door to detonate it, but suddenly a hanger with white underwear stuck out from the office.

"Captain, don't shoot! We surrender!"

Ron poked her ears. If it wasn't for the difference in the last sentence, she almost thought she was listening to Chen Peisi and Zhu Shimao's sketch.

Is this surrender?
(End of this chapter)