Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"Taha has about 20 million in savings." Laura said seriously: "Euros."

"How much did you say?" Ron turned his head in surprise.

"Twenty million euros."

"Tch...it's just a small amount of money. I don't care at all, not at all." Even though Ron's heart was bleeding, he was still trying to be brave.

"Do you still have the strength to hold the handle by yourself?" Ron tied one end of the rope to the heating pipe and carried Laura to the window sill. Laura nodded slightly: "Then go, there will be someone over there to help you."

"Why don't you go together?"

"Of course not, I also want to give these scum a gift."

By the way, I want to get back the 20 million euros I lost! Ron thought.

After saying that, Ron let go of his hand, and Laura slid along the zipline. At this time, the men guarding outside had already noticed something was wrong, but Ron locked the door from the inside as soon as he got rid of the people in the room. live.

They could only hit the door "dong dong", and Ron fired directly at the door. He didn't stop until all four magazines were empty.

The door to Taha's office has been beaten into a sieve and hangs precariously on the door frame. It can be easily pushed down by giving it a little force.

Ron knew it, and so did the drug dealers outside.

Through the hole in the door, Ron saw a big foot kicking the door open.

But just before they kicked down the door, Ron had already pulled the safety of the two grenades and threw them out the moment the door was kicked down.

Ron grasped the angle at which the grenade flew out very well. It hit the wall behind almost at the same time and bounced into the corridor at an angle of nearly 60 degrees.

"boom!"

The corridor was engulfed in flames, and Ron casually picked up a rifle that had been guarded on the ground and walked out.

Sure enough, there was not a single living creature in the corridor.

"Tch~ there's no one who can hit him." Ron couldn't hide the deep disappointment in his eyes.

Compared with the drug traffickers in the United States, this group of French drug traffickers were completely wiped out and did not even have the most basic tactics. Of course, it may also be because the popularity of guns here is not as great as that in the United States.

In the slums of the United States, every person in the slums has at least one gun. Almost every child grew up in gun battles between gangs on the streets and became proficient in these basic tactical knowledge from an early age.

"Deng, Deng, Deng," footsteps sounded on the stairs. It sounded like more than one person. Ron retracted directly into the reverse angle of the stair exit. For people going upstairs, this place was basically a visual blind spot.

"Tatata..." As soon as the person under the stairs appeared, he was taken away by Ron in a burst of fire. He took out the last grenade and safety and threw it down.

"It's a grenade! Get back!"

"Boom!" Before the grenade smoke cleared, Ron's figure jumped out of the smoke. The little gangster who was caught off guard was caught off guard by Ron, and was mowed down by the rifle.

"I'm starting to feel bored~" Ron said to himself after clearing another floor of residents and walking to the first floor.

It took him a little more than half an hour to fight from the top floor to the downstairs. This group of gangsters basically had no other tricks except crotch-covering shooting. There was really no one who could shoot.

Ron estimated that only the guy with K2 written on his head had any fighting ability.

"Ron," Matilda saw Ron walking out of the building peacefully, and ran over dragging Laura, who had just recovered a little, with one hand: "What did you do? They actually let you walk out like this. ?”

"They refused to let me go at first, but I reasoned with them, and then they were moved by my reasoning and let me out." Ron shrugged and said easily.

"Reasonable? Impossible!" Matilda said incredulously: "What on earth did you say to them?! Taha's men are the most violent guys in this neighborhood. It is impossible for you to leave so easily. come out."

"Maybe your way of reasoning is wrong. Maybe you should try using this thing to reason with them next time."

Ron clicked, pulled out the empty magazine and threw it behind him, then took a new magazine and loaded it in. These were the trophies of the fierce battle he had just fought in the building.

"You killed them all?!" Matilda covered her head: "There are more than a hundred of his men in this building!"

"More than a hundred? Maybe you remembered it wrong?" Ron curled his lips suspiciously: "I remember that I only killed more than fifty people in total."

Ron counted it again in his mind, yes, it was fifty-six, and that was after including Taha.

"The rest of them may have gone after my brother." Laura, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly said: "I just saw a few cars driving out from downstairs."

"Your brother?" Ron's interest greatly increased: "Where do you think he will go?"

"I don't know either, but I know he should be with that policeman." Laura shook her head in confusion.

"Hold it," Ron handed her a mobile phone: "Maybe you can give him a call. I have my number on the phone. My name is Ron. I admire your brother's skill very much. If he is willing, he can Come to the United States and work for me.

Finally, I forgot to mention, my name is Ron. Affiliated to the IRS department, this time came to collect taxes from the Taha gang for their drug transactions in the United States. "

Ron casually made up a reason and immediately bluffed Laura, who knew nothing about it. Only Matilda behind her was staring at Ron's back with suspicion.

Aren’t you here to enforce silence?

But she was smart enough not to say it. Since Taha was dead anyway, no one would know the secret forever.

"Okay, my mission is completed. See you next time." After saying that, Ron took Matilda away without looking back.

"Wait! Don't you need to worry about that big guy?" Matilda was confused by Ron's endless operations.

"Didn't Laura just say that? There is an undercover policeman who has gone to deal with it with his brother." Ron said nonchalantly: "Now this is no longer my trouble, but France's trouble, understand?"

Ron smiled slyly: "I used to think that Orlov's suppliers were crazy and dared to rob the army's nuclear weapons and sell them, but think about it, France actually sent an undercover policeman for such a big thing. Do you think it’s reasonable to handle this matter?”

If this kind of thing were to happen in any country, it would at least dispatch special forces to handle it as carefully as if it were a formidable enemy. But what is France doing now?

Matilda thought thoughtfully: "What do you mean?"

"I mean, they threw that big thing on purpose, just to have it sent to this place, and then...boom~"