The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 344 IRS Model Workers

For Ron, it is not easy to track a Los Angeles police detective. Compared with the Deckshaw brothers, his anti-stalking skills are like shit.

You only need to wait quietly at the door, and after he goes out, follow him from a distance. Even Ron can predict the approximate location in advance according to his travel direction, and take Hobbs there early to wait.

Ron is a very patient hunter, but Hobbs is a little impatient.

"I don't understand, what are we waiting for here? I can go down right now and beat that policeman to the ground, and then send him to prison for the rest of his life!"

"Patience, Hobbs, patience, I told you a long time ago, what we need most in our business is patience," Ron calmly took a sip of Coke, and took a big bite of the delicious fried chicken, The tempting aroma of chicken legs exploded on Ron's taste buds that had just been developed by Coke, and Ron narrowed his eyes comfortably:

"He will never run to such a remote place for no reason, and he is obviously waiting for someone. We should at least know who he is waiting for, and then catch someone and get all the stolen goods, shouldn't we? Shh~someone is coming~"

Ron pointed down, just below the abandoned factory where they were lurking, a woman in business attire walked into this dead-end alley.

"She looks like a lost lamb. Are you sure she has something to do with the drug case?" Hobbs looked suspicious, and even almost drew his gun when Stiles came out with his men. Fortunately, Luo E held it down.

"How long are you going to keep me waiting?! Stiles? We don't have time." Once up, the woman complained.

"What are you worried about? We've pretty much killed all the witnesses, and there's one kid who got rescued by some bastard in a suit, but we'll find him soon."

"What I'm worried about is that little one! You idiot, he was discovered!" The woman said in a superior tone: "He saw the whole process of your transaction, maybe more, I told you a few weeks ago, You have to get him! I've even found the shooter for you, don't delay this matter."

"How much time do we have?"

"Maximum 24 to 48 hours, I guess he's going to go to the prosecutor, I can get the office file, but you have to get the witnesses, tonight."

Hobbs looked like he had eaten a poop, while Ron was full of sarcasm: "How about it, are you satisfied with your little lamb?"

"I should put her in jail with that shame of the policeman!" Hobbs' voice was a bit loud, and finally alarmed the two parties who were talking below.

"Who? Who's up there?!" Stiles and his men aimed their guns at the roof, and even Hobbs' little lamb looked up in panic. This was clearly their carefully chosen meeting place. No one has been here since the factory was abandoned, have they been found?
But the only answer to them was gunshots.

"Bang bang bang..."

Ron and Hobbs fired from two directions at the same time while swinging down the rope. The bullets accurately knocked out everyone's pistols under the two's superb marksmanship.

Uh... except for the two unlucky ones who got shot in the wrists that Hobbs was responsible for.

"I won this game. I told you a long time ago that you should practice your marksmanship more when you are fine, instead of hanging out with your daughter's classmates and mothers all day long. Women will slow down your guns, Hob S."

Ron blew the gunpowder smoke that didn't exist in the muzzle, spun the revolver in the air, and put it back into the holster. At this time, if he lit another cigarette, it would be a classic western Cowboy image reproduced.

It's a pity that Ron took out a lollipop in a very unpleasant way, tore open the package and stuffed it into his mouth, which felt a bit absurd.

"Who the hell are you?!" Detective Stiles's voice even trembled a little. He swore that he had never seen such a weird marksmanship in his career for so many years.

In the process of moving at high speed, the gun only knocks out the weapon, but does not harm the life. Even if it is only within a distance of 20 meters, it is like a fairy tale, like Hobbs who accidentally hit his hand. That's normal, and Ron's precision is unbelievable.

The weirdest thing is that he still uses a revolver that has been eliminated in the last century.

"The captain of the IRS special operations team, Ron Lee Cooper and his men who don't deserve to have a name, are willing to serve you, provided that your taxes have been paid," Ron put on a tax official's business-style fake Laughing: "As a labor model prisoner of the IRS, I think it is necessary for me to ask again, gentlemen, and this lady, have you paid all your taxes?"

The corner of Hobbs' mouth twitched, but he finally restrained himself. For the sake of being promoted due to a major case, let's be a younger brother for a while.

Hearing Ron's self-report, Stiles, who was originally nervous, was relieved: "I have paid taxes, and I file taxes on time before April 4 every year! There is a receipt to testify, you can't do this to us !"

"Really?" Ron not only didn't stop, but accelerated a few steps, and when he was approaching in front of Stiles, he suddenly kicked him on the knee, kicking him to the ground, and the little brother behind him As soon as they were about to move, Hobbs cocked the gun up, and immediately became obedient and calm again.

Ron lowered his head, and continued with an amiable, but now looking a little perverted face: "But are you sure you didn't conceal part of your income? For example, the part of your drug trafficking? Let me guess how this part-time job might work. How much more money will you make every month? 10? Or 20?"

"I...I don't know what you're talking about?" Stiles chose to play dumb.

"Really?" Ron continued to ask in a tone that made him feel creepy: "It seems that I need to help you recall."

"Bang!" Ron suddenly got up and raised his knees, and quickly pressed his right hand on the back of Stiles' head, and Stiles' face immediately came into intimate contact with Ron's knee, but it wasn't over yet.

Ron's right leg that had just bumped into Stiles not only did not retract, but continued to kick upwards, until the tip of his toe turned towards Tiantian and suddenly stomped down, and right under his foot was Stiles head.

"Bang!" After Stiles' head was bumped by a knee, there was an intimate contact with the ground again, and two heavy blows made his whole face covered with horrible blood. The little brothers behind him She was so frightened that her face turned pale.

As policemen, they have seen a lot of ruthless people, but this is the first time they have seen someone like Ron smiling and ruthless at the same time. This is no longer a ruthless person, but a pervert!
"Dear Detective Stiles, do you remember anything now?" Ron lifted Stiles from the ground with his hair in his hands, and asked face to face again.

(End of this chapter)