The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 273 Fundraising Dinner
Toretto, O'Connor, and Taiji all had the same smile on their faces, and they took a step back in a tacit understanding.

"Correction, it's you who want to compete with him, not including us."

"What an idiot, it's been so long, you haven't learned that it's better not to provoke someone with such a face easily?" Everyone turned around, and Ron was stepping on the roof.

"For the sake of your boss, I will let you go today." Roman said a harsh word at the right time, before Arthur could react, he quickly hid behind O'Connor.

Arthur clenched his fist, and managed to hold back from hitting him.

Ron ignored him, jumped down from the roof, touched fists with Toretto, and glanced across everyone's faces.

"I have a plan to make a big fuss in Chicago. I need a few good drivers. I guarantee that no matter how violent you are today, no one will trouble you, and I will even help you out in the future. Some small problems are rewarded, and the most important thing is that there is a lot of money to get."

Ron threw money temptations, of course, the money could not come from his pocket.

In order to increase his success rate, Mr. Francis specially allowed Ron's department to not have to pay any tax this year, but to block it as equipment expenses.

Of course, this is just an official statement. In fact, as long as Andy balances the account, the money can be said to be at the disposal of Ron. How much is the money?
Among other things, the estimated taxes of the bankers alone have already reached about [-] million yuan!

Not to mention the existence of a money printing machine like Uncle Fried Chicken, plus other miscellaneous income, Ron estimated that the taxes collected by his IRS special operations team alone would be enough for the Ministry of Defense to spend a week in Afghanistan.

Of course, even though Francis said that, Ron, who knows Mr. Shimoki's nature, must not do this, so as not to make a fuss when he suddenly turns his face against him one day, but he will pay the speeding thieves some high salaries Still no problem.

"Sounds good, who is the opponent this time?"

"CIA." Ron replied casually.

"CIA!" Roman raised his voice several times at once, shaking his head like a wave drum: "Aren't you crazy? We are the only ones who want to fight the CIA? Do you know how many of them there are? I even Not even a gun!"

"It's easy to talk about guns," Ron beckoned, and the garbage truck that had been parked on the side of the road suddenly moved, and the shelves were set up, and the garbage on it was dumped on the ground, revealing the densely covered guns inside.

"As for the manpower, it's easier to solve. We can divide their hearts first." Ron stared unkindly at the slums on both sides of the road, which is why he chose this place for the meeting.

"Hey, you, just, I'm talking about you, come out!" Ron pointed a gun at a skinny black youth who was eavesdropping in the next room.

The young man turned out of the window while begging for mercy, crying bitterly. Ron glanced at the needle hole in his arm, and the last bit of sympathy disappeared.

In the slums of the United States, not all of them can be said, but at least most of them are related to drugs. They either take drugs themselves, or take drugs and sell drugs. You can easily get any drugs you want if you go to any slum in the United States.

Ron has no mercy for such people.

"Let me ask you, have any of your brothers or friends been killed by police officers recently?"

"Yes! My cousin was just beaten to death by a white guy for drug trafficking last week..." The black guy glanced at Ron's complexion, and immediately changed his words: "He was beaten to death by a white policeman in the street."

"Do you think that's fair?" Ron guided persuasively.

"Unfair... No, it's fair!" The black ancestor shook his head and immediately changed his words.

"No, it's not fair," Ron shook his head, put the gun on his waist, walked to a large trash can and jumped on it: "Why should you be treated differently because you are black?
What did you do wrong?It’s just that you like to take some drugs and occasionally steal something to make a living, but I know that you are all good people, but you are being discriminated against by those stinky policemen because of your skin color. "

Like the most famous orator in history, Ron shouted the slogan: "Now is the time to let those white dogs who look down on us see the power of our blacks. We will use parades and demonstrations to let them understand our power." the power of!"

Following Ron's speech, more and more people walked out of the house, but he Toretto and the others were taken aback by Ron, saying who is a white dog?Aren't you a white man yourself?

But Ron didn't care about that. He jumped out of the trash can, picked up a rifle and threw it to the black guy who he pulled out of his house, and shouted: "Black Lives Matter! Black Lives Matter!"

As if yelling wasn't enough, he shot a gun into the sky and fired a bunch of bullets into the sky, screaming strangely, and pulled the bewildered black boy out of the street together.

Something magic happened.

On the short 300-meter road from the garbage truck to the intersection, Ron gradually went from two people to three people, four people... until hundreds of people!

Some of them took the weapons that fell from the garbage truck, some took their own weapons, and some even tore up the torn sheets at home, and wrote the slogan Ron just yelled on it to make a flag.

From a distance, it looks like an army, and the number is still increasing. The police car who heard the gunshots and heard the news didn't dare to stop and ran away in a hurry.

As for the black guy walking at the head of the team, the confusion and fear had long since disappeared, replaced by a feeling called fanaticism, which spread like an infectious disease among the crowd.

Ron got away early and stood with Toretto and the others again.

"Boss, what the hell are you doing?" Hank asked fearfully.

"Of course, it's to come up with something to distract the CIA's energy. What are you still doing? Why don't you hurry up and get a guy to join in?"

"You called us all the way from Los Angeles just to accompany you in the parade?" Toretto finally couldn't bear it after following the team for a while.

Until now, Ron hadn't said anything except telling him that his opponent was the CIA this time.

"Of course not." Ron turned his head and found that the line had grown a lot, and when there were more and more passers-by watching outside, he stopped, picked up a stone from the ground, and threw it at the Apple store by the roadside. .

"The latest Apple mobile phone~ Everyone, hurry up and grab it!"

Ron's yelling is completely superfluous, because when the glass was smashed, there were countless figures, skilfully sneaking in along the glass window, snatching the mobile phone and still holding the stick with them Smashed the shop to pieces.

Hank was dumbfounded by the doomsday scene.

"My goal is the Vice President's fundraiser dinner, now, gentlemen, we can go to the dinner~"

(End of this chapter)