The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 408 The Kidnapping Case

"Sorry, Mr. Finch," Ron continued, probably seeing Finch's discomfort, "I'm not an idealist like Riise, and I'm not alone. I have a lot of mouths to raise, and I'm happy To help you, but only if I see tangible benefits.

I'm talking about the benefits that are enough to make my heart beat. For your reference, when the CIA job asked me to help, I directly offered a high price of 5000 million. Of course, depending on the difficulty level of the task, I can also give you some appropriate discounts. "

Ron put on a face of a profiteer. Of course he remembered that the price the CIA offered him was 1000 million at the time, and it was increased to 3000 million later, but he bet that Finch must not know. up.

The most important thing is that the person in front of him is very rich, so rich that he can easily spend hundreds of millions of dollars, no matter how you look at it, he should be much more generous than the cheapskate of the CIA, right?

Ron knew it. The CIA gave him a reward of 3000 million U.S. dollars in the last mission. After deducting the [-] million U.S. dollars that Ron actually took, [-]% of them got kickbacks!

Sure enough, it is worthy of the CIA, you are still ruthless when it comes to making money!
"No, no, no, I think you made a mistake. I don't know how much the CIA offered you, but I believe that what you got in the end must not be the price you said."

Finch obviously knew the piss of the CIA very well, and was not intimidated by Ron, and directly offered his price: "2000 million, I just want you to save a child, and the money will be transferred directly to your account after it's done." , since your agent knows of my existence, he knows that I will never breach the contract."

"No problem, I'll take over this job, send a copy of the mission goals and your progress to my email, no matter what kind of thing, as long as it's in Los Angeles, within three days, I promise to solve it."

2000 million is not a low price, and Ron is also very satisfied with it.

"No, you only have a day and a half, Mr. Cooper." Finch seemed to have guessed that Ron would agree, and handed him the file bag he had prepared: "Target person: Sariel Gates , Los Angeles criminal court judge, his wife died young, leaving only one son to live with him, but his son was kidnapped at noon today, and the kidnapper also injured my partner by the way.

The victim is currently at home in Santa Monica, where are you... where are you going? "

Finch was introducing the case, but Ron had already turned around and was about to leave: "Of course I should go to see the Mr. Judge first. I believe what I see with my own eyes more than what I hear."

The small town of Santa Monica is located at the end of Highway [-]. Among the many satellite cities of Los Angeles, it is famous for its comfort and livability. Compared with other small towns, the number of middle-class families living here is the largest.

Judge Gates' residence was in an alley two streets away from Route [-]. Ron didn't go in directly, but walked around the neighborhood twice to make sure there were no other people watching him before knocking on Gates' door.

"Hello, who are you?" Gates' expression was slightly sad, but he concealed it very well, and ordinary people may not be able to see it.

Ron flashed his ID: "IRS, Judge Gates, can I go in and have a chat?"

"I didn't evade taxes!" Even though he was immersed in grief, Judge Gates immediately replied reflexively, which shows that the reputation of the IRS in the United States can almost stop children crying at night.

"Congratulations, you are an excellent American citizen, but this is not what I want to talk to you about." Ron pressed his foot against the crack of the door: "I'm here to pick up the gentleman inside, yes, It's the gentleman with the gun pointed at the door, Mr. Finch calling you to the hospital."

"Okay, I'll leave it to you here." The door was fully opened, and a man with gray temples walked out from the inside. Obviously, he had received the message from the earphone.

"Wait, they don't allow me to go to the police or the FBI, or they will tear up my ticket!" Judge Gates was sober for a rare time, but his focus was not on the same channel as Ron's.

"I'm the IRS. Did they say that you are not allowed to ask the IRS for help?" Ron left Judge Gates speechless with one sentence, and turned to grab the man who was about to leave.

"Wait a minute, John, I heard you've found some clues, haven't you? Who the hell kidnapped his son?"

"Shayaka, Pskov Zevan, a murderous Eastern European street gang, they do business with Pashtun warlords, trade heroin with guns, and do some kidnapping in Warsaw, it seems they Just branched out to LA, and I still haven't figured out why they kidnapped little Sam.

It's very strange that the kidnappers haven't called so far, so I don't know if they want to make money or have other demands. "

"It's a very normal way to deliberately ignore the family members for a long time, so that the family members of the meat ticket collapsed in the long waiting center, so that they can ask for prices later." Just as he was talking, the phone in the room suddenly rang, and Ron smiled playfully: "Looks like we'll know right away what they want."

Gates picked up the phone under the gesture of the two, and the voice was transmitted to Ron and John's earphones simultaneously through the bug, and there was a deep male voice on the phone.

"Hey, your son is in my hands, are you alone now?"

Ron nodded at Gates: "Yes, you have to prove that my son is still alive and let Sam listen to the phone."

"Dad? Help me, I want to go home~" Little Sam's call came from the phone receiver. Judge Gates immediately collapsed when he heard it, but before he could say a few more words, the robber immediately turned the phone snatched the past.

"Don't worry, Your Honor, your son is fine now, he is a good boy, very smart, just like you."

"How much do you want? I can give you whatever you want, as long as you return my son to me."

"Look, you're smart," said the other side with satisfaction, "but you're lucky, we don't want money, we want your help, you're dealing with a case right now, the prosecution prosecuted Angela Mahan The prosecution will lose the case.”

"what?"

"Dismiss the case, judge." The other party put it more bluntly: "An Qijie Mahan was acquitted, or your son would die."

The other party hung up the phone immediately after finishing speaking, and Ron looked regretful, because it only takes five seconds to locate the location of this number, and the other party is obviously a master.

"What a clever little ghost, I can't locate him," Ron shook his head helplessly. "Mr. Judge, what is Angela Mahan's case? Now it seems that she is the key to finding your son."

(End of this chapter)