The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 361 Andy Needs Manpower

"You idiot, love is like a flash in the pan, you will understand sooner or later, think about it!" Raj's father angrily hung up the video call.

Within 5 minutes, Rajesh received a message on his mobile phone that the secondary card had been frozen.

"How long do you think it will take Rajesh to figure it out?" Howard still asked worriedly after coming out of Raj's house.

"It depends on when he will date that gold digger next time," Ron said absently. "As long as Rajesh can no longer spend money on good books like before, he will be replaced immediately. Of course, if everything is not as I said, maybe it is really what he said about true love, and I wish them well."

"So, let's part here, and I wish you a smooth journey." Ron walked to the car and said goodbye to Howard in a hurry.

His heart has already flown to Max's small apartment now, all because he just received a photo from Caroline, which is a photo of her and Max.

In the photo, Max was forced by Caroline to wear a very hot cat girl outfit, with black silk wrapped around his beautiful legs...

Men live for black silk~
If I had to add another reason, it would probably be Caroline in the photo, snuggling up to Max, wearing an angelic white dress, with white silk on her long legs.

If a man lives not for black silk, then it must be for some other silk~
It took less than 10 minutes for Ron to arrive at the original three-ten-minute drive, and he took out the key he had prepared to open the door: "Baby, I'm coming~"

In the apartment, it was just like the picture, it was paradise...

"Ron, Ron..."

Ron, who was sleeping on the desk in the office, felt pushed, opened his eyes in a daze, raised his sleepy eyes, and the person who pushed him was Andy: "Andy, if there's nothing wrong, can you let me go?" Shall I sleep a little longer? Maybe in your eyes, I look like a boss who goes to work and fishes and sleeps, but in the countless nights you don’t know, I have been working hard for new information.

Please maintain the minimum respect for your boss~"

Ron shamelessly said that his absurdity last night was working overtime for work, but the witty Andy had already seen everything.

"Really?" Andy taunted in a skeptical tone: "What you call working overtime for intelligence is not a strange game with wild cats, is it?"

"How do you know?!" Ron was startled. Andy is obviously an ordinary old man, how could the tracking technology be so good that he didn't even know it?
"I don't know anything, I just heard you talking in your sleep just now: 'Little cat, do you like the master's lollipop?'" Andy sarcastically said: "Boss, I was young too, I knew it when I heard it That's not a decent lollipop."

"Cough, cough~" Ron blushed, and coughed quickly to cover up his embarrassment: "It doesn't matter what the cat is, Andy, what's the matter with you? I remember I said that if you decide what to do, you can decide for yourself." Well, don't ask me everything."

Ron's management methods are basically similar to the hands-off shopkeeper. Of course, to put it bluntly, he knows how to delegate power. Everyone has a lot of self-determination authority. Only when someone's work is in trouble, he will come forward to solve it.

"It's a matter for you to make a decision." Andy pointed to the pile of account books on his desk: "Thanks to your Thunder method, more and more companies are willing to submit their account books to us for review recently. .”

"Isn't this a good thing? Don't worry, check it out. As long as you find any bastard who dares to cheat me on taxes, tell me, and I promise to let him go without food immediately." Ron said murderously.

"That's true, but there are too many account books, and I can't finish it alone. I need a helper, a master who understands accounts very well. This is not a job that just anyone can do."

"What do you think of little Carl?" Ron asked, knocking on the table.

If possible, he still wants to train his own people to use them. In his mind, the definition of this special operations team is still based on combat effectiveness, accounting experts, and if he wants to recruit, there are plenty of talents in this field in various universities.

But those helpless nerds who can't even hold a gun steadily, this is not the person Ron wants, the special operations team, and Andy is enough for those who have no combat effectiveness.

But Andy's reply immediately extinguished his illusion.

Andy said in a very exaggerated tone: "Do you know what grade Carl got in the math test last time? F! It's F! If it wasn't for the letter written on his paper, I wouldn't know it. To the rating of F!"

Regarding this, Ron could only spread his hands without exaggeration: "Okay, then what kind of person do you think is suitable? Let me tell you first, I will never recruit another person who can't hold a gun to join my team."

"I want this person, and I guess, he should also satisfy you." Andy took out a stack of papers that had been prepared and handed it to Ron: "This is the information summary just sent by the Finance Department. Found a particularly interesting part.

This was taken three years ago when Interpol was undercover in Antwerp. The image quality has been enhanced. Their target is the man on the far right. "

"Zamoai," Ron recognized the person in the photo at a glance: "This person was in charge of the world's largest opium supply chain before. I remember that Hobbs was in charge of this case. What do you want to say?"

"Look at the other photos."

Andy's words were always targeted. Ron followed his advice and looked at the printed photos one by one. When he turned to the third photo, he let out a soft "Huh" and then sped up to flip through the other photos.

These photos are all drug dealers or arms dealers from all over the world taken by Interpol in recent years. It seems that they are just a photo album of criminals, but all the photos have one thing in common.

That is, in every photo, there is a tall man with his back to the camera. Judging from his body shape, these figures are likely to be the same person.

Now Ron became interested: "Interesting, these are the same person, Andy, what do you think this person is?"

"I think this is an accountant who specializes in money laundering services for them." Andy took out another stack of photos with confidence: "These are the identities of the people in the photos I found from other materials.

In all the photos of that man, those bosses are always accompanied by their confidantes who manage money. I believe this is definitely not a coincidence. "

On another photo album provided by Andy, everyone's identity was marked in great detail, only the mysterious man still had a question mark.

(End of this chapter)