The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 410 The IRS is at work.

The house that Peggy had instructed Ron was only ten blocks from Judge Reigates's residence, but it looked as dilapidated as if it were two countries.

To a certain extent, this also reflects the current situation in the United States, which is the extreme sense of fragmentation in society. On one side is a clean and tidy mid-range neighborhood full of European-style aesthetics like a garden, and on the other side is full of garbage and smells everywhere. It's a dilapidated house that's been patched with planks and painted.

But the most interesting thing is that both places are the United States, even just ten blocks apart.

When Ron walked near the house, he could already hear various Polish noises inside: "Okay, this is it."

According to John's information, this is a gang with mainly Eastern Europeans, and it is normal to speak Polish.

Ron looked into the room through the lower edge of the window, but he didn't see the child. It seemed that he should be transferred to some other place.

Ron wanted to leave at this point, but just as he was about to leave, something on the table in a small room made him change his mind instantly.

That's a whole table of US dollars!

Not only on the table, but in this room, there is money everywhere!From the table to the bundles of banknotes placed everywhere on the ground, although there are many small denominations mixed in, the amount is so large that Ron estimates that the total amount is hundreds of thousands of dollars.

Boom, boom, boom~ Ron went to knock on the door.

"Who?" The person inside asked very vigilantly.

"Open the door! IRS tax inspection! I suspect that someone inside is engaged in a large amount of money laundering!" Ron yelled, but it didn't help.

Not only did the door not open by itself, but there were a few sounds of guns being loaded from inside. Ron simply stuck a bomb on the door and retreated out of the explosion range.

"There is no movement outside the door, the people from the tax bureau seem to have left?" the gangster with his ear on the door and a gun was puzzled.

"How is it possible? How could the group of vampires from the Taxation Bureau give up so easily when they don't see the money? Grab your gun, and when someone kicks the door, we will face the door..."

boom!
The door was thrown open by the bomb, and before the gangsters inside could recover from the aftermath of the explosion, Ron in a black suit was already standing at the door holding a submachine gun as if he had descended from heaven.

"Da da da..." The sound like beating on the keyboard has become a deadly note at this moment, and the sound of "ding~" blinked and Ron emptied the entire drum.

"Huh~" Ron blew the heat from the muzzle of the gun: "Sure enough, the Chicago typewriter is the easiest way to kill the gangsters, don't you think so?"

But the corpses all over the ground can't speak, Ron can only walk into the house in a sense of loss, and by the way, he shoots a few gangsters who are still breathing out of humanitarianism, and then grabs the banknotes on the table and throws them in the sky. Feel the smell of money alone.

When the police finally received the report and arrived at the scene belatedly, the banknotes here had been removed, leaving only a house full of dead people with red paint splashed on the door.

"Damn it! I want to know who robbed my money stash!" Shayaka, the leader of the Eastern European gangster, paced back and forth in the corridor. His subordinates were silent, and none of them dared to speak out, for fear that he would be used as a punching bag by the boss. , but this reaction made him growl even more unhappily.

"You bastards! No one can tell me what happened?! Which gang is the symbol of splashing red paint?"

The little brother raised his trembling hand: "About this, I seem to have heard something from the Korean gangster next door. It is said that it seems to be a sign of IRS. Now in the Los Angeles area, the IS Special Operations Team, which is responsible for collecting taxes, is in charge. People seem to be particularly obsessed with oriental culture, where splashing red paint is a way of collecting debts.”

"Damn it! It's the IRS!" Shayaka also showed fear in his eyes.

"Boss, do we want to kill him?" One of the subordinates said fawningly, "As long as you give the order, the brothers will go together and make sure to beat him into a sieve!"

Snapped!
As soon as the little brother finished speaking, Shayaka slapped him: "What are you? When is it your turn to make a decision for me?"

However, what he really wanted to say in his heart was: "Take someone to kill him? Are you kidding? You don't want to live, but I still want to live!"

The Irs is a giant behemoth with an army, and while the tax department in Los Angeles has always seemed kind, the special ops team tasked with chasing taxes is not.

In the underground world, the rumors about Ron, the captain of the special operations team, have already reached the point where everyone knows. He is a truly ruthless character. Shayaka didn't think he had the strength to get a bargain.

"It's just a place to hide money. We look at the underworld to have a big structure. Looking forward, this money should be used to send homeless people. Our top priority now is how to get the money back in the bank account. Ann What's going on with Qila's case?" Shayaka asked the younger brother next to her.

……

"The prosecution's prosecution of Angela Mahan is now in court." Judge Gates, wearing a robe, sat in the middle of the courtroom, dropped the hammer representing justice, and the case officially began.

"Ron, how is your progress?" Finch asked Ron while sitting in the hearing booth.

"If it had been done, I would not be sitting here now, telling the judge to ask him to delay. His son is no longer in the place where he was originally detained. I don't know where he is now. I need a little more time. "

"How did this happen? Then what should we do now?" Finch heard that he was confused: "If the child can't be rescued again, he will definitely be in danger!"

"Maybe it's your previous actions, and maybe it's because the kidnappers are more professional than you thought, it's all possible," Ron said, "But I don't think that child will be in any danger now. The reason why they morning Judge Gates It means that he still has value to use, and before his value of use is completely squeezed out, they will ensure that the child lives well no matter what."

"As for how to rescue, I already have a plan, you just need to do as I tell you."

"Well, I hope you're right." Finch took a deep look at Ron, then took out his phone and repeated what Ron said just now. On the judge's bench, Mr. Gates was shocked, but immediately turned himself Cover up his emotions and continue to listen to the arguments of the lawyers of both sides.

"By the way, tell the judge by the way that no matter what the outcome of this case is, it doesn't matter even if the other party is acquitted, so get it done quickly. After the trial is over, come and meet me at the gate of the court. I will take him to get his son Bring it back." Ron patted Finch on the shoulder and got up to leave.

Finch surprised: "You already know where Sam is?"

"No, I'll say it again. I'm not a marionette like John. I have my own way. You just do what I tell you to do."

Finch conveyed Ron's words to the judge again, and the judge finally showed joy in his eyes, and nodded slightly in his direction.

Outside the court, when the case finally came to an end, Angela and her defense lawyer separated after a brief exchange of greetings at the gate of the court. Just as they were about to get into their car, a pistol was held against their waists: "Hello, Angela La, would you like to do something for me?"

"I...will." Knowing that she has no right to say no, Angela sat in the car obediently, and on the other side, the judge had just walked out of the court when she saw Ron waving to him: "The gang must have contacted him just now." I've passed you, it's the address they gave you just now, let's go!"

The judge didn't ask why there was an extra defendant in the car, so he started the car and drove towards the meeting place.

By the nameless beach, Eastern European gangsters have been waiting for a long time, but what they finally waited for was not an unarmed judge, but Ron, who was holding Angela's head with a gun, Shayaka asked loudly: "Who are you? Do you want to stand up for that old guy? Believe it or not, I will kill his son now?!"

Saying that, Shayaka put the gun on little Sam's head again: "One more step, and I'll shoot!"

Ron stopped and said, "Relax, my dear Eastern European friend, I know your name is Shayaka, and your bank account number is 1278340102. In the past year, you laundered more than [-] million US dollars for your clients. Your clients include L.A. local gangsters, Syrian warlords and even Afghan government forces, am I right?"

Xia Yaka began to panic in his heart, but remained calm on the face: "Did that drunken bitch tell you all this? Damn it! What if you know this?"

"Do you think you can blackmail me to release people with these things?" Shayaka began to be proud: "I just need to kill here now, and if you kill that old bone with his child, no one will know about it anymore , even if the stinky bitch in your hand is just a tool to me, even if you kill him, I can change another one at any time, don't think you can use it to blackmail me!"

Unexpectedly, after saying this, Ron not only did not continue to control Angela, but pushed her towards the gangsters: "No, I just used this woman to let you talk to me calmly. As for what he told me I didn't plan to tell others about those things, do you know why?"

"Because I am the law enforcement officer!" Ron threw a document on the ground in front of the cliff card, and the IRS emblem just turned up: "The IRS is starting to check taxes!"

"Go to hell!" Without waiting for Shayaka to give the order, the men immediately aimed their guns at Ron and fired.

"Bang bang bang..." But their actions were not worth watching in front of Ron, a master gun player. As soon as he raised his hand, Ron knew where their bullets would fly, so he calmly took a diagonal step to the side, and then Let the bullet hit an empty space.

Ron took out his pistol calmly, walking casually like a walk, dodging bullets while copying, feeling like the gangsters who had seen a ghost shot.

"Bang!" The first bullet hit a gangster's right hand, and then another shot hit the gangster's knee, causing him to kneel on the ground: "Tell you! In this place in Los Angeles, I am yours." emperor!"

"Bang bang!" Ron dodged a few bullets, and knocked down another gangster to the ground with a quick double combo: "Here, I only allow you to kneel and look up at me!"

"Bang bang!" It was another double attack, but this time the target was Shayaka. At this point, all three gangsters lost their fighting power. He knelt down on the ground and watched Ron getting closer and closer to him in horror. : "I reiterate once again, I only come to Los Angeles to do three things!"

"Tax collection! Tax collection! Tax collection is what pays the fuck back!"

"Go to hell!" Hoarse Ka mustered all his strength, saying that Ron would not be stabbed in the abdomen with a dagger, but as the dagger got closer and closer to Ron's abdomen, a ball The extremely fast things were also getting bigger and bigger in his eyes, and then, suddenly, his eyes were black and his face was in severe pain. When he opened his eyes again, his whole head had been stepped on by Ron in the fine sand of the beach.

"Bang bang bang!" Ron fired four shots at Shayaka at his feet. None of the shots hit any vital part of his torso. Instead, two blood flowers burst out on his uninjured arms and legs. His limbs were beaten to a bloody mess. If he could not be treated quickly, he would never be able to stand up on his own strength in this life.

And his two subordinates were even more stunned. They had seen all the brutal methods of the underworld, but it was the first time they had seen such a bloody method used by an official figure of the underworld.

"Listen, I'm going to kill you guys. Because I need someone to tell the other gangsters who owns L.A.?! I want you to tell everyone who is the king of L.A.!"

Ron spun the revolver a few times in the air and put it back into the holster, but even if he didn't have a gun in his hand, no one dared to look directly into his captivating eyes: "From today on, all people on the road will Remember it for me!

No matter what kind of drug it is, [-]% of the tax is levied. Gambling is taxed at the same rate as drugs. Robbery, whether it is with a knife or a gun, whether it is a small store or a bank, [-]% of the income must be used to pay taxes! "

"From today, even if you go to the store to buy zero yuan, you have to pay me at least [-]% of the robbery tax according to the value of the looted items! Otherwise, I will show you what the iron fist of capitalism is! I swear, as long as Let me know, no matter where you hide, I will find you out and torture you bit by bit until you collapse! Do you understand, scumbags?"

"Understood!" The three gangsters, including Shayaka at Ron's feet, replied loudly in fear. In this unison answer, there was a crisp child's voice mixed in. Ron turned his head, and little Sam didn't know Whenever he kneels on the ground tremblingly.

Ron patted his head dumbfoundingly: "You don't need to kneel, this is not for you, go find your father over there~"

(End of this chapter)