The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 240
"I have nothing to say. This is your case. I'm just assisting from the side. If Anonymous didn't call me, I wouldn't even come. Go ahead~"

Ron waved his hand, signaling Hobbs to be casual, and he was just a passerby.

When Hobbs was at a loss, his subordinates came again, bringing a well-dressed old man: "Sorry, BOSS, this is Mr. Arthur Cass, he is..."

"I'm the chairman of this bank. Nice to meet you, Detective Hobbs," the old man introduced himself before the police officer could finish his introduction. After speaking, he took a few steps forward and held out his hand.

At the same time, Ron, who was originally blocked by Hobbs' huge body, was also exposed to his sight, and the corners of the old man's eyes that Hobbs saw violently twitched.

"Mr. Cass, good afternoon, long time no see." Ron didn't wait for Hobbs to speak, he got up and greeted him, and shook hands with Cass.

Hobbs' hand, which was about to shake hands, could only froze in mid-air in embarrassment: "Do you know each other?"

"Of course, Mr. Cass is a giant in the Los Angeles banking industry, a vanguard against tyranny and taxation. Thanks to him, we have not been able to collect much tax from the pockets of these banking giants last year~"

Ron said with a smile that was not a smile: "If it was the time of the War of Independence, Mr. Cass might be able to get the title of a freedom fighter, and I would probably become a lackey of the tyrannical British government ~ right dear? Mister Cass?"

As we all know, Ron's job is to collect taxes for the financial department, but there are always some people who will rely on their status as capitalists to use various means to avoid taxes, so that Ron's actual tax amount is not as rich as imagined .

Among them, these respected bankers are the most important.

After all, they come from a background in finance, and various financial means are as simple as drinking water for them, such as buying art and setting up various charitable foundations. The tax was stuffed back into his pocket.

But Ron still has nothing to do with them, because all their means are in line with the law.

"Of course not," Mr. Cass quickly denied, "I want to ask, this case is..."

"I am in charge of this case," Hobbs replied without waiting for him to finish asking, "Don't worry, I will keep an eye on them here, and when the time is right, I will take them all down. Don't even try to take it out of the bank."

"Is there anything else on your side that we need to know?"

"No, I'm just here to see if I can help," Cass said nervously. This reaction seemed a bit abnormal to Ron: "Did they ask for anything?"

"They want a plane." Hobbs was about to speak, but Ron spoke first, and at the same time.He couldn't stop scanning Cass back and forth with his scrutiny.

He smelled something unusual.

"Do you need me to prepare one for you?" Mr. Cass blurted out almost without thinking.

In exchange for a roomful of people, they fell silent at the same time, and everyone stared at him suspiciously.

The robber wants a plane, so what are you kidding about giving him a plane?
"I'm sorry, I may have misunderstood." Mr. Cass quickly apologized for his confusion just now.

"It's okay, Mr. Cass, if we need it, where can we find you?" Hobbs frowned. He was ready to drive people away. Fortunately, the old man was wise enough to answer right away:

"My people are everywhere here. I will stay nearby for a while and won't disturb you."

After finishing speaking, he walked out of the command room tremblingly on crutches.

The old man here just left Hobson, and immediately said seriously: "Ron, this is a bit abnormal."

"It's not normal. What aspect are you talking about?" Ron remained calm on the surface, but he was taken aback in his heart. Could it be that the big stupid bear also noticed something was wrong?
"Under normal circumstances, these stingy capitalists will try their best to ask us to protect their property. For this reason, they even use their relationships to blackmail us. I have never seen such a talkative capitalist."

Hobbs said with emotion that he had dealt with similar cases before, but those capitalists who had suffered losses never cared about the life and death of the police and detectives, relying on their connections in the political arena, and kept issuing orders to them. It was the first time I met such a talkative person.

Ron continued calmly: "So what do you think is the reason?"

"Maybe this Mr. Cass is a good man?" Hobbs gave an answer that made him laugh.

The tension in Ron's heart dissipated immediately. Sure enough, Big Stupid Bear, as expected of Big Stupid Bear, let him figure it out by himself, it was harder than expecting Sheldon to be reasonable.

"Of course, even though he cheated in marriage, took care of his lover, paid for murder, maliciously slandered his competitors, and tried his best to evade taxes, I know he must be a good man. You are right, Hobbs, continue to stick to your idea."

Ron looked at Hobbs pitifully with the eyes of the second fool, feeling uncomfortable for her to see.

"What? Did I say something wrong?"

"No, of course not." Ron felt the phone in his pocket vibrate, patted Hobbs on the shoulder, and immediately escaped with urine: "You just stare here, I'll go to the bathroom."

Didn't the cargo here just leave the command vehicle, immediately walked to a camera, took out his mobile phone in a blind spot that couldn't be photographed, and called Taiji.

Taiji is a good friend of Toretto. From the operation in Brazil to the present, he has had many contacts with Ron. Among all the hackers Ron knows, his strength is second only to Peggy and Ramsey. exist.

"Taiji, what happened to the information I just asked you to check for me?"

As soon as Mr. Cass walked into the command vehicle, Ron secretly sent a text message, asking Taiji to check the information of Mr. Cass. It was Teji's call just now.

"Hey, Ron, you will never guess what I found." Taiji's voice sounded like a rap in the receiver: "I found out that this Mr. Cass is actually one of the targets of Mossad. He played an extremely disgraceful role in World War II, but because there has been no evidence, the Mossad just listed him as a target of attention and took no further action."

"That's interesting~" Ron showed a playful expression on his face, and now his thinking is getting clearer. This robbery is like a specially made bureau.

At first, he thought that the group of idiots from the FBI had entered the game, but now it seemed that this game was a trap specially designed for Mr. Cass.

"Can I know what he did at that time? If Mossad can't find it without solid evidence, we can't find it, as long as there are rumors."

(End of this chapter)