The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 278 Donut Thief and Amy
"I don't eat much dessert except for your little cake." Ron stared at the most prominent part of Max, and lied without blinking.

Just when Ron was about to take advantage of Caroline's absence and do a little more extra work, the door opened and Caroline came back, and the two quickly returned to normal expressions and stood together.

"Max, Max, the croissant guy will be here soon. After he comes, we will play red and black... Hey, Ron, long time no see~" Caroline said half, Only to find that Ron was there.

"Long time no see, what did you want to say just now? Red face and black face? I'm not familiar with the small cake industry, and now the industry is so involved that it needs to play the trick of good police and bad police to extract confessions from customers?"

Caroline hurriedly explained: "Of course not, I contacted a scalper who sells croissant donuts from the dark market, and he will come over in a while. I asked him for ten croissant donuts, and he charged me 250 dollars." .”

Max: "Then I drink blackface and get mad."

"At this time, I will sing a red face to them to mediate, and by the way, I will return the price to 200 dollars." Caroline finally added, and after she finished speaking, she raised her smug face and looked like you were about to praise me.

Ron was simply defeated by the innocence of these two beautiful girls: "Although I don't know what the croissant is, I don't think it should be drugs or guns or other contraband? As for taking out and Is it a way for drug dealers to connect?"

"Then what should we do? I only have two hundred dollars." Caroline reluctantly took out two hundred-dollar bills and shook them in front of Ron: "We don't intend to spend any more money from you, we already owe you too much gone."

If Caroline wanted to, when she first fell into trouble, there were rich people who were willing to support her and provide her with a life similar to before, on the condition that she become a collection that could be used to show off at any time.

But she refused anyway, a very self-respecting woman.

"No, I don't plan to pay for you this time, but as an old IRS agent, I am willing to teach two rookies who have just entered the industry. Are you willing to learn?" Ron blinked mischievously.

"No! I've always wanted to try the role of a irascible policeman or a mafia boss. You must not take my role away!" Max flatly refused.

Ron couldn't, so he could only agree: "Okay, call when you need it later, and I'll play a subordinate for you."

Ten minutes later, there was a rhythmic knock on the window of the small cake shop. Caroline opened the door for him after giving the signal, and Ron hid behind the door. He didn't find the room until the boy who delivered the bread came in. In addition to the two beauties, there is one more person.

"Quick battle, you're not the only ones who want to try my donuts." The bread delivery boy burst out as soon as he entered the door.

Donut, the word is very strange in English, and it is often used to refer to things that have nothing to do with food. Caroline looked puzzled, "You mean croissant donuts, right?"

"Of course not. My side job is ducks."

Caroline rolled her eyes: "Okay, let me take a look at the goods."

Breadboy immediately began to loosen his belt.

"Hey, she's talking about croissants," Max interrupted impatiently.

"Let's talk earlier," Breadboy pulled up his trousers and opened the box, revealing ten beautifully shaped desserts inside.

"Let me have a taste." Max stretched out his hand and squeezed a small piece into his mouth like a big drug lord, showing the expression of a drug dealer inspecting the product: "The product is very pure, how much is ten pieces?"

Ron rolled his eyes, isn't it just a few snacks?As for doing the same thing as the drug trade?

"I quoted $250 earlier, but..."

"Fart!" Breadboy didn't finish his sentence, but was interrupted roughly by Max: "150 dollars, if you want to sell it, if you don't sell it, go away! Bitch!"

Ron knew that it was time for him to appear on stage. He took off his shirt to reveal his muscular upper body, and stood behind Max in a fierce pose.

It looked so stupid.

But even so, Bread Boy was scared enough, Caroline pretended to stand up as a peacemaker: "OK, everyone calm down, 150 is really a bit too low, how about this, you all take a step back, two hundred dollars never mind."

"The price of this thing is going up all over the place tonight, I...I..." Bread Boy wanted to talk about his plan to raise the price, but when he saw Ron taking out his pistol and gesticulating back and forth, he swallowed the words rationally.

"Max, in fact, the way of negotiation can be a little simpler," Ron pulled five bullets out of the cylinder of the rotary mobile phone, leaving only one in it, and deliberately let Breadboy see it.

Then he flicked the bullet, while the bullet was still spinning, closed the gun with a "click", and stuffed the gun into Max's hand under Breadboy's horrified gaze.

"Come on, dear Max, now put this thing in his mouth, that's right."

Under Ron's instigation, Max immediately learned to fail, and very socially, he put the muzzle of the gun into the mouth of the scared Breadboy: "What will happen next? Are you playing Russian roulette with him?"

"That's right, but it can be more fun to play," Ron smiled kindly, and turned to look at Breadboy: "Boy, listen to me, you want to make money, and we also want to save money, so why don't you do this? .”

"Now the starting price of this box of donuts is twenty dollars. Every time Max buckles the machine, the price will be doubled ten times until a price you are satisfied with is sold. How about it?"

Breadboy couldn't speak, and could only shake his head in horror.

"Don't be so resistant, you have six chances to increase the price~ If you guess all of them correctly, you can leave here with two hundred percent dollars, which is enough to make you worry-free about marijuana for the rest of your life."

Ron said the most frightening things in the kindest tones.

Was Ron targeting him?

of course!
From the moment Bread Boy entered the door, Ron could smell the strong smell of marijuana. This kid is definitely an addict, and an addict is not a human being at all. What's more, he dared to molested his own son just now. Ron had to give him a lesson.

Caroline looked worried, but she knew that Ron had always been measured, so she didn't stop him, but she didn't understand why Max went crazy.

Not only did Max not stop Ron, but he urged excitedly: "What are you waiting for? Ron, start~"

"OK~" Ron imitated the tone of the auctioneer: "A box of croissant donuts, the starting price is 20 US dollars, start now!"

"Click~" Ron pulled the trigger, but it missed.

"Congratulations sir, now your donuts have risen to 200 dollars, would you like to play again?" In order to make it easier for him to speak, Ron also deliberately pulled the gun out of his mouth, and immediately, Breadboy issued a There was a burst of screaming like a pig.

"No! I sell! I sell now!"

Breadboy dropped the donuts, took the money, and ran away. After he ran away, Ron opened the pistol's magazine again, and there was no bullet in it.

(End of this chapter)