The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 248 Strange Black Police Officer
"Because this is one of the biggest drug forces in Los Angeles. Look, at the counter over there, there is a black cashier who looks harmless to humans and animals. You would never think that he is Los Angeles..."

Ron was talking about it, and Uncle Fried Chicken delivered the meal Ron ordered in person. With Ron's previous foreshadowing, Ian's muscles collapsed all of a sudden, but Ron was still not nervous. Then he talked with eloquence:

"No, it should be the largest supplier of methamphetamine in the United States, not one of them. His products have been sold in almost every state in the United States, and they are well received by hippies."

"Thank you for the compliment." Uncle Fried Chicken put down Ron's order, as if he didn't listen to what he said.

"You're welcome, you deserve such an evaluation. Although it may not be the time, but believe me, I will put you in prison one day sooner or later."

"As you wish, Ron, but please don't forget that I have been waiting for a chance to kill you." Uncle Fried Chicken greeted with a very friendly smile on his face: "Do you need any more services, sir? .”

"no thank you."

Uncle Fried Chicken didn't talk much, just like a normal restaurant manager, he left their seats, while Ian was already spread out on the chair, covered in sweat, panting heavily.

At first, when Ron introduced Uncle Fried Chicken in this way, he didn't believe it, but just when Uncle Fried Chicken said that he wanted to kill Ron, the murderous aura that seemed to be substantial hit his face, and Ian was like Like an animal that encounters a natural enemy, it freezes there, unable to even move a finger.

It wasn't until he was gone that the body returned to action.

Ian grew up in the most chaotic slum in Los Angeles. He thought he had seen enough villains, but it wasn't until just now that he realized that the so-called big men he thought of before, in front of Uncle Fried Chicken, seemed to be wearing Children in adult clothes running around are just as ridiculous.

"He...you...why are you..." After a long time, Ian burst out a few incoherent words from his trembling lips, and Ron sitting opposite was not only unaffected by Sihao, but also ate With relish.

"You want to ask me why I can still eat it, not afraid of him being poisoned, right?"

Ian nodded.

"Because he doesn't need it at all," Ron shrugged and said relaxedly: "Just as I know his identity now but can't kill him, he also has nothing to do with me and can only passively accept my regular schedule every quarter. tax him.

As incredible as this may sound, in another sense, we are even in an interdependent relationship. "

"How is this possible?! Aren't the police and drug dealers immortal?!" Ian opened his mouth wide in surprise.

"Listen to me!" Ron put away his initial cynicism, and his attitude suddenly became serious: "This is the first lesson I taught you, rookie."

"The world is never black and white, and I think growing up in the slums you know that, like that guy.

On the one hand, he needs me to fight other drug dealers instead of his new competitors, so that he can maintain the greatest advantage and keep a firm grip on the meth business.

But on the other hand, I also need to deal with a guy who is smart enough. I can kill him, but the chaos caused by killing him will cause more damage to the city, you understand? "

"If you can't even figure this out, you should change to another job as soon as possible, or you will be shot to death on the street sooner or later."

What Ron said was very realistic, but it was also true. There was even a darker part that she didn't say, that is, the supporter behind Uncle Fried Chicken was the CIA, an existence that even Ron couldn't help.

But now, the delicate situation between Ron and Uncle Fried Chicken is actually the result of a compromise between the two forces.

Just wait for the day when this balance of power is broken, whether it is Uncle Fried Chicken or Ron, they will try to kill each other immediately.

It is precisely for this reason that Ron has been constantly expanding his power. Judging from the current situation, if there is a war, Ron believes that his side has a greater chance of winning.

Ian swallowed hard and nodded, Ron finally showed a satisfied expression, and pushed the dinner plate in front of Ian.

"Come on, try this fried chicken, their taste is really good, you can come here often when you are on patrol in the future, finish eating quickly, I will take you around the street."

……

On Ian's side, the rookie's first class was relatively smooth, but on the other hand, Jack, who came out of the same police academy as him, encountered some troubles.

"Good morning, sir."

Jack walked into the restaurant, and said hello to the black chief who was sitting on the seat and reading a newspaper with some restraint.

The waiter handed over the menu, and Jack Union waved his hand to indicate that he didn't need it.

"Have breakfast before getting down to business. I'll treat you." The black chief continued to read the newspaper without looking up.

"Thank you, I have eaten."

"Okay, whatever you want." The black chief didn't force himself to continue reading the newspaper without saying a word, and the scene suddenly reached a stalemate.

Jack looked around awkwardly, and finally couldn't help breaking the silence first, and said without words: "It looks good here."

The black chief lowered the newspaper and stared at Jack from behind his glasses: "I want to read the newspaper well, okay?"

"Okay, then I'll have something to eat first." Jack raised his hand, intending to call the waiter over, but she was once again rejected by the black police officer.

"No, you have missed your chance. Now please keep quiet and let me read the paper."

The black police officer's eyes were sharp, like a wild beast ready to choose someone to eat, and Jack's whole body trembled.

"Okay, sir."

Then there was another 10-minute silence before Jack tried to open the conversation again: "It's nice not to have to sit in a police car like an oven."

The black chief finally laughed out, revealing a mouthful of sharp white teeth that contrasted sharply with his complexion, and then made a very nonsensical request: "Tell me a story."

"You want to hear my story?" Jack was a little surprised, but fortunately he was ready to introduce himself.

"No, it's another story. If you don't want to tell it, just shut up and let me read the newspaper, or you can tell me the story."

"I can't tell stories."

"Okay, let me tell you." The black chief put away the newspaper: "This is a newspaper, [-]% of it is nonsense, but it is very entertaining. I read the newspaper for entertainment. You are always there If you bother me, then you will make me happy, tell me a story, right now, hurry up!"

(End of this chapter)