The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 266
"Knockin' On Heaven's Door, Mama, take this badge off of me..."

At the entrance of Li Han's small restaurant, at some time, a crowd dressed as hippies gathered. Ron glanced at his watch and frowned slightly.

It was two o'clock in the morning. If he remembered correctly, Li Han's restaurant should be closed by this time.

At the end of the holiday, Ron was dragged by Andy and stayed together in the office for several days. He finally finished his tax plan for the new year, finally got off work, and was hungry.

Thinking about it, it seemed that he hadn't seen Max and Caroline for several days, so he deliberately passed by the restaurant to see if he could pick them up and go home together.

As for what he wants to do, I can only say that Sima Zhao's heart is known to everyone.

It's just that I didn't expect that the restaurant, which is usually relatively deserted, would suddenly become so lively. What did Li Han do?Surely he wouldn't openly sell marijuana in his shop, would he?

Fortunately, Ron's doubts didn't last long. He immediately spotted Caroline from the small window not far from the entrance of the restaurant. She was talking to a woman at the moment, and Ron walked over.

"He hit here before he fell." Caroline gently supported a small gap on the window sill with affection. "When he fell, he was looking at me and smiling, and that smile was very contented and peaceful..."

Just when Ron thought that Caroline was about to say something touching, Caroline changed the subject: "The small cake is seven dollars a piece, cash only."

"OK, can I change the $50?" The woman readily paid.

"Of course~" Caroline immediately yelled after taking the money: "Max! Max!"

"I'm here! What are you doing?" Ron followed the voice, only to find Max holding a plate and wearing a garland among the crowd.

"give change!"

Max walked over, skillfully took out a stack of small bills, counted them back, and at this moment, the music of the hippies finally reached its climax, and the two beautiful girls swayed along with the melody of the music: " Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door~"

"Hey, my dear beauties, can I have a small cake too?" Ron squeezed over and greeted.

"Oh, Ron, you're here," Caroline exclaimed in surprise: "Here, the vanilla flavor is the only one for now, Max, it's almost sold out here, go to the kitchen and get some more small cakes."

"Okay, let's go right away, Earl!" Max yelled, and Ron saw Earl who was peddling in the crowd: "As before, I will give you a commission of 30 cents for every small cake sold .”

"It's such a waste, you know how much you can make if you sell marijuana here, look at these hippies, plus you don't have to pay taxes?" Earl sighed.

"Hi, Earl, I'm still here~" Ron said helplessly, announcing his existence.

Earle said with the unique acquaintance of black people: "Hey, what, we are all our own people, can't it be convenient?"

"As a law enforcement officer in Los Angeles, it's hard for me to turn a blind eye to the crime that's happening right in front of my eyes, you understand, Earl?"

Ron winked at Earl, emphasizing the words "happening in front of my eyes". Earl had already matured, and immediately blinked knowingly.

"Oh, Ron, you are really kind." Caroline immediately leaned out from behind the window sill and kissed Ron hard on the cheek.

To be honest, after staying in Los Angeles for more than three years, Ron has basically made everyone in the city aware of his strength, so every time the tax work is very smooth.

In addition to those big companies that had no way to deal with them in the past, and still have no way now, and use reasonable tax avoidance to pay a little bit casually, even the various forces in the underworld have gradually developed the good habit of paying taxes on time.

Even after those Jews planned the bank robbery, even the banking industry was no longer a single piece of silver. The chairman of the bank wanted to prevent Ron from disclosing the evidence of his collusion with the police in order to preserve his reputation.

(Believe me, in the United States, if these evidences are made public, not only him, but even his entire family will be finished. The Jewish power in the United States is so powerful that it is unimaginable.)
He had no choice but to hand over the real account books and pay taxes according to the actual business conditions. Andy, the old banker, obtained evidence that other banks owed taxes through the accounts with other banks in the account books.

The bankers in Los Angeles panicked for a while and began to split internally. In addition to Mr. Cass, who was forced to do nothing by Ron, three bankers came to pay taxes one after another.

Ron felt that it was only a matter of time before breaking through the banking industry in Los Angeles. Unfortunately, this is not the financial center of New York, otherwise Ron's income would be even more astonishing.

In contrast, Ron really didn't pay attention to Caroline's three melons and two dates.

Ron admired sincerely: "You seem to have a good business."

"Of course, you don't know. I was terrified when the rock singer fell in front of our new store, but I didn't expect it to be a gift from God. Did you see these people outside? Almost all of them Singer fans!"

Caroline said excitedly, Ron finally understood what was going on with the group of hippies in front of him.

"Well, it seems that you will probably be busy until late today, I don't have the honor to date you~" Ron said a little disappointed.

"Sorry, Ron, you know, opportunities to make money like this are not common, so...uh...you understand." Caroline said apologetically, seeing Ron a little unhappy, she immediately joined Ron Ear: "Next time I can make it up to you, I bought a new set of... underwear, then you can do whatever you want~"

"Haha, that's what you said." Ron laughed.

In fact, most of the disappointment on Ron's face was caused by acting, and he didn't expect to have some unexpected gains, but just when he was about to joke with Caroline again.

Two police cars whizzed by on the road, and Ron looked back, and the direction of the police cars was his special operations team headquarters.

"Damn it!" Ron cursed secretly, said goodbye to Caroline quickly, and drove to the base.

……

IRS Special Operations Team, Los Angeles Branch, Ron rushed back to the base before all the police cars arrived, but someone had already arrived earlier than him.

"Ron, what happened? Do you need help?" Guan Yuming was at the door and asked with concern immediately after seeing Ron come back.

"Stay at the door, no one is allowed to come in!" Ron casually threw his ID to Guan Yuming: "Damn it, it's not up to the Los Angeles police to take care of our IRS."

After speaking, Ron strode into the base. Joe and Andy, who looked like Morgen Freeman, were dragging a dead body towards the kitchen. Ron even heard Hannibal sharpening his knife in the kitchen. Voice.

"Hey, I need an explanation!" Ron said angrily, "Don't tell me you're hungry and ready to get some human flesh for supper?!"

"Yes, I'm talking about you!" Ron said, pointing to Hannibal who poked his head out of the kitchen, "I've read your file and know that you have a history of cannibalism, but I'm still so naive as to think you've already Changed, you really let me down!"

"There is a misunderstanding here, Ron, relax, this guy is not dead yet," Andy quickly explained:
"Listen to me, it looks like this. After you left just now, I heard some movement in Joe's place, so I went to have a look, and found that this guy was pointing a gun at Joe, so I knocked him out with a stick first. past."

"What happened to those policemen outside?"

Ron pointed out the window, and the police sound was getting closer.

"Maybe it was because the guy touched the trigger before he passed out and fired a shot? Making passers-by think that something happened here and called the police?" Andy replied innocently, and his two old buddies had already slapped their foreheads in embarrassment. .

"Andy, we have a shooting range here, and there are gunshots every day. No one will call the police because of this. Even if there are, the police in Los Angeles will laugh at the call!"

Ron opened the curtains, and the police car was already parked outside the base. Guan Yuming was explaining something to the police, but it didn't seem to have any effect. The police still wanted to come in and take a look.

The expression on Ron's face became more and more serious: "No matter what the reason is, the police will be dispatched as soon as the report is received, and it will come so quickly. It is definitely not as simple as you think, Joe, who is that guy who wants to kill you? You Got an idea?"

"Boss, you know me. I used to be an agent like you. I have countless enemies. How do I know which one he is?" Joe spread his hands.

"Well, in short, it seems that we are in trouble. You drag that guy down first, and I will go and see what's going on."

With that said, Ron checked the weapon and walked outside.

"Hey, gentlemen, this is the Los Angeles headquarters of the IRS, you cannot go in!" Guan Yuming was still trying to stop the police in vain, but the leader of the police pushed him away roughly:

"Go away! Old guy! We received a report that there was a shooting and someone was injured! If you don't get out of the way, I will arrest you and go back!"

The leading police officer was bragging about his prestige when a "bang!" gunshot sounded, scaring him to shrink back. When he looked again, Ron had already walked out of the base.

"Let's see if any of you dare to enter my territory!" Ron raised his gun and blocked the door like a door god. "This is the IRS, and it's not a place for you trash to run wild!"

"Who... who are you!" the sheriff asked in a panic.

Although he concealed it well, the moment of surprise in his eyes was keenly observed by Ron.

This guy is definitely coming prepared!

And he deliberately picked a hand to move when he was not around, but he never expected that he would come back so soon.

"It's the most basic courtesy to state your name before asking someone else's name, especially when you're facing a higher-ranking officer than you." Ron took his ID from Guan Yuming's hand and threw it directly on the sheriff's face.

"Hasn't your superior taught you that?"

A flash of anger flashed in the sheriff's eyes, and Ron raised his chin proudly: "Or, do you think you can use the number of people to disrespect your superiors? Do you want to compare firepower with me?"

"Ping Ping..." The glass window on the second floor of the base was shattered, and three black muzzles protruded.

"I don't think the toys in your hands can match the firepower of heavy machine guns, do you think, Mr. Sheriff."

Ron took two steps forward, took back his ID from the sheriff, and patted the sheriff's face provocatively, but the other party didn't dare to make any drastic moves.

Fearing that something might be wrong, Yin fired three machine guns above his head at them. He came in a hurry and thought he could get it done quickly while Ron was away. All his men were holding pistols, not even a rifle, let alone It's body armor.

So the sheriff could only suppress his anger, but he still didn't want to give up: "Don't dare, it's just that I received a report and I hope to go to your base to investigate a little bit. I promise it won't take too long."

"Are you kidding? Is the headquarters of the IRS you can enter if you want?" Ron sneered: "You treat this place as the cheapest street girl on the side of the road, and anyone can enter whenever they want. Enter?"

"Your officer dare not make such an unreasonable request to me. You look a bit unfamiliar. Whose subordinate are you? I'm in Los Angeles, why have I never seen you?"

Ron asked, looking sideways at the sheriff.

Of course, it was impossible for him to remember the appearance of everyone in the Los Angeles Police Department. In fact, it was just trying to swindle based on the abnormal performance tonight.

In the end, I don't know whether Ron's aura is too strong, or the sheriff's psychological quality is too bad. This trick really made him get something.

"I'm a new policeman from Orange County. I just reported for duty yesterday. You haven't seen it before. We'll get to know each other more and more in the future." The sheriff replied perfunctorily, and looked at the base behind Ron unwillingly. Turn around: "Close the team!"

The sheriff's men looked at each other, but none of them moved. Ron crossed his arms and sneered.

Rubbish planning, rubbish internal management, plus the rubbish performance of these people, especially the tactical actions that are obviously from the army, if he can no longer see that these people are CIA disguises, then his efforts over the years The agent was done for nothing.

It can only be said that since the end of the KGB, the CIA has been getting worse and worse, and now it can't even pretend to be a policeman.

The sheriff could only yell again: "What are you looking at? I said call the team! Didn't you hear me?"

The policemen turned back to the car, started the car and left, until the last car disappeared at the corner of the street, and then Ron took Guan Yuming back to the base, and closed the gate as soon as they entered.

"Now, I'll give you 3 minutes to sort out your thoughts. I need you to give me a reason." Ron stared into Joe's eyes tightly: "Why are you being targeted by the CIA?"

"Another old buddy of mine came to see me today and then I found out I was being followed, I think maybe because of that incident in Guatemala."

(End of this chapter)