Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Late at night, in Bangkok's Chinatown, there is a shabby Cantonese-style tea restaurant on an inconspicuous small street corner.

Although it was already closed and the house was dark, the kitchen was brightly lit.

The three people tied together on the ground were officially tracking the Tang Dynasty's gold robbery trio.

A rag was stuffed into each person's mouth, causing them to make only "oooooo" sounds.

Tang Ren and Qin Feng, however, stood obediently in the corner of the room, surrounded by a group of big men in black suits, not daring to sit down.

There are only three people in the room who are qualified to sit. The first one is naturally Mr. Yan, who is sitting in the top position, and is the owner of the gold robbery.

The second one was naturally Ron. Sitting across from Mr. Yan with a majestic look, even if she was glared at by her bodyguards, she did not change her leisurely and contented mood at all.

The last one was not Kuntai, but Kuntai's immediate boss, the chief of the Chinatown Police Department. As his subordinate, Kuntai stood aside and dealt with it carefully.

"Mr. Ron, are you really sure that stupid thief will come and surrender tonight?" Mr. Yan, who had lost the money, was the first to sit still.

Previously, Ron had used Tang Ren and Qin Feng as bait to lure the idiot trio to come to them and ask for gold, while she and the other two used the surveillance video connected to the camera in the kitchen and the eavesdropping equipment to listen to the entire cause and effect. All over.

At this point, Tang Ren's suspicions have been cleared. If Mr. Yan hadn't been so stubborn and wanted to get the lost gold back, tonight's matter would have been over.

"I believe he will definitely come. After all, with such a large amount of gold, if he is willing to give up, he will not be involved in this case at all."

Ron said decisively, and then turned his sharp eyes to Mr. Yan again: "But whether the gold was found after he surrendered? I believe that this case will never have anything to do with my senior brother again, right?"

"That's not necessarily true. It depends on whether the gold can be recovered. Why did he also transport a box of things from the scene? Only he can prove where he transported it and whether it was embezzled by her? No one knows, right? wrong?"

Mr. Yan used the lid to skim off the tea foam on the floor: "Besides, the suspicion of killing Songpa has not been cleared yet. Even if you are an IRS agent, you have to be reasonable in your actions, right? The US tax bureau can still control it. Are you coming to Thailand?”

"Haha, of course I can't control it," Ron laughed: "But if I remember correctly, Mr. Yan also has some business in the United States."

"I don't mean anything by saying this. I just want to tell you that as a tax collector, I have the obligation to check the tax status of each company at any time. If you accidentally stay in Mr. Yan's shop for a while, please bear with me. After all, it is Duty requires it.”

According to American law, all companies operating in the United States must pay taxes to the United States. This is called the Territorial Tax Administration Law. It is the same not only in the United States, but also in many other countries. This is also Ron's biggest trump card.

Ron's official status made him constrained when doing business in Thailand. He accidentally turned into an international dispute and became evidence of a superpower dictating against a small Southeast Asian country.

Although this superpower often does this kind of thing, Ron is not going to violate this taboo. If this were left in the United States, Ron would have driven an armored vehicle to the door.

But that doesn't mean that Ron doesn't have any countermeasures. Mr. Yan's businesses in the United States are the best hostages. No company can withstand the tax department's door-to-door inspections every three days.

Sure enough, Mr. Yan was choked by Ron and turned pale: "What does the director mean?"

"I..." The director's face was swollen from holding back: I fucking want to go home! Why don't you take me with you in a big fight like this?

"Don't worry, he himself has been suspected of murder, so let him find clues to exonerate himself. As for the gold, he didn't steal it, so don't bother him again."

As soon as Ron finished speaking, Tang Ren immediately put his arms around Qin Feng's neck and raised his hands: "Yes, that's right, we will definitely investigate to the end and find the real murderer! Right? Old Qin?"

Ron clearly saw Tang Ren breaking Qin Feng's head with his hands and nodding. So this was the reason for breaking his head?

Just then the cell phone placed on the table rang.

Ron ignored him and instead took out the rag strip from Xiao Yangyang's mouth and patted his face: "What should I say later? Do you know?"

"I know, I'll just say that the gold has been found, but the two of them are working together to keep it all to themselves."

Xiao Yangyang nodded wildly, Ron had almost tortured him crazy just now.

First, they tied him to a bench, and then covered his face with wet tissues one by one. Although he could still breathe, he felt like he couldn't breathe, and this feeling became more and more intense. serious.

Finally until I almost suffocated.

"That's good~" Ron patted his head in approval, stuffed the bug into his collar, and put the phone back into his hand: "Go ahead and bring the person over."

…

"Where are they?" A voice began to come back from the bug.

"They are discussing how to divide the gold inside? Boss, hurry up, they want to keep it all!"

"Damn it, it was me who provided the clue to the gold shop. I was the one who tried to delay the arrival of the car from the well-digging team! Do you know how much risk I took?!"

The furious voice of Officer Huang's assistant came from the bug, and Mr. Yan glared at the director with evil eyes.

Look at the men you lead!

And Quintai's face became more and more proud. There were only two people qualified to run for deputy director, and now his position was almost certain.

Immediately, the assistant was brought in by Xiao Yangyang, but as soon as he entered the door, before he realized something was wrong, he was ambushed by two sides, and the big man in black directly pressed him to the ground.

Tang Ren looked happy, his suspicion was finally cleared.

"Okay, together with the dead Songpa, all five murderers of the gold robbery are here. You can slowly interrogate where they hid the gold?"

Ron stood up and stretched. Although he didn't exercise much today, he still felt a little tired. Now was the moment when he was ready to enjoy the fruits of victory.

"As for the suspicion of murder, I think it is necessary to re-investigate the scene. Do any of you go with me?"

Ron said and gestured wildly with his eyes. Tang Ren immediately raised his hands and shouted: "Me! I want to come too! I must wash the sewage that was poured on me with my own hands! Are you right? Lao Qin ?”

"Ah?" Qin Feng was stunned for a moment and nodded quickly: "Yes, we also want to be together."

Ron doesn't know how to find gold, but Qin Feng has enough brains. Here is the moment to witness the miracle!