Daily life of an American TV drama agent

After Ron targeted drug dealers as a new target, of course he did not forget to find professionals as soon as possible to obtain information. There were three main sources of information in Ron's underground world.

No matter which city the drag racers are in, they have the most complicated sources of information. Some drug lords are looking for drivers among them to transport drugs for them. However, after Toretto became famous, this kind of thing became very rare, so it cannot be Bring useful news to Ron.

Secondly, there is the slum where little Carl lives. The poor in the slum rarely have any serious jobs. Most of them do "part-time jobs" related to drug trading, and the Gallagher family is certainly no exception.

But since Fiona, the eldest sister of the Gallagher family, and Ron got together, the entire Gallagher family has been taken care of, and at the same time, it has widened the gap between them and their old neighbors. At least this kind of care is only for the poor. The way to make money will no longer be shared with them.

Especially after the Gallagher family had an agent and a police officer, this gap became more obvious.

Therefore, in desperation, Ron could only go to the place where he made his first fortune in Los Angeles and was also the largest source of income - Brothers Fried Chicken Los Angeles Head Office.

"Sir, this is the fried chicken you wanted. Are you satisfied with our service?"

At Brothers Fried Chicken Restaurant, Fried Chicken Uncle brought the fried chicken Ron just ordered to his seat.

Uncle Fried Chicken had a standard business-style fake smile on his face, and he looked as kind and kind as a harmless middle-aged uncle. But only Ron knew that such a seemingly harmless person turned out to be A super drug lord who underground controls the entire California and even half of the US methamphetamine market.

"Of course I'm satisfied~" Ron raised his head and pointed to the side with a half-smile: "But I still have some suggestions for your restaurant. I want to chat with you, is that okay?"

Whether it was Ron's intention or not, the position he was sitting in happened to be the place where he and Uncle Fried Chicken first met and blackmailed Uncle Fried Chicken with a fake bomb. Fried Chicken certainly didn't have any good memories of this place.

But he honestly put down his dinner plate and sat across from him: "I have already arranged for people to pay the taxes for last quarter. You will probably have to wait for a while longer for this quarter, but if I remember correctly, the distance you set will be The deadline is still a long way off.”

"Of course I know this. Andy has already reported it to me. Congratulations on becoming an honorable taxpayer. Of course, that's not why I came to you." Ron took out the photos of the crime scene and threw them on the table. .

"I came to you to talk to you about this matter. I think there is no reason for you to know nothing about the competitors who appear on your territory, right?"

Uncle Fried Chicken could tell the type of drugs in the photo at a glance and smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, I really don't know about them. Maybe you have a little misunderstanding about me. The type of drugs I deal in is methamphetamine. A chemically synthesized drug and the cheapest drug.

And what you showed me is heroin. They need cultivation land, extract it from plants and process it into drugs. They are in two different circles from me. In fact, our customer groups are different. To put it bluntly, they are equivalent to CUCCI is the name of drugs, and what I do is just things like Nike and Adidas. Do you understand what I say? "

"Of course I understand, but I remember that you are also a South American immigrant in your file. I think you should be familiar with this thing, or someone in your hometown should still keep in touch with you, right? Carter, right? Mr. Flynn of the Er family?"

The Cartel Family was the name of the drug trafficking organization that Uncle Fried Chicken originally belonged to. Of course Ron had done his homework before coming here.

Ron Jiji looked at Uncle Fried Chicken with a playful smile. This was a mental battle, and Ron was the one with the upper hand. Sure enough, not long after the two looked at each other, Uncle Fried Chicken was quickly defeated. Come.

"Okay, I admit, I still have some contact with those people, but the profits from heroin are not as huge as methamphetamine. I haven't touched that stuff for a long time. I even assure you that there are no cartel families operating in the entire Los Angeles. Even a gram of heroin comes.

In fact, I have wiped out all the cartel families. From now on, there will no longer be any cartel families in the world. "

Ron's eyes lit up, and he finally found useful information from Uncle Fried Chicken's words: "You killed them? Then where did these things come from? They can't fall from the sky, right?"

"Of course not. In a hugely profitable industry like drugs, without the cartel family, there will still be other forces that will immediately seize the territory that originally belonged to them and continue to operate. If I guessed correctly, they should come from Bobby."

"Bobby?" Ron felt unfamiliar with this name.

"Yes, a newly emerged drug lord has controlled almost all the drug production areas in the world through iron-blooded means, and also has a technical team of her own. The new drugs she developed have almost doubled the addictiveness of heroin. Double.

If you plan to trouble her, how about I pay double the tax every month? "

Uncle Fried Chicken said in a very seductive tone, which was rare.

Of course Ron knew that he had no good intentions and was just planning to make his people and Bobby fight each other, but so what? Ron didn't think a shady drug dealer could be a threat.

"No problem, it seems that the tax rate I set for you before is still low. Maybe after this incident passes, we can adjust it again," Ron agreed easily: "Of course, besides money, I I also need you to provide me with some other information. If I want to trace Bobby’s line, where should I start?”

"Los Angeles Police Department." Uncle Fried Chicken blurted out almost without thinking, giving an answer that surprised Ron the most: "As far as I know, Bobby has been jointly selling drugs with the Los Angeles Police Department. Bobby is responsible for providing drugs, and Los Angeles The paid police officers at the police station would help her transport the drugs directly into the city.

It's almost an open secret that sometimes drugs are kept in police evidence rooms. "

Well, if Ron felt very relaxed at first, now he is starting to feel a headache. Being able to hide the poisonous words openly in the evidence room is definitely not something that a few low-level police officers can do.

There must be higher-level figures involved here.

Seeing that Ron had been silent for a long time, Uncle Fried Chicken asked in a provocative tone: "How is it? Are you scared?"

"Afraid?" Ron curled his lips: "There is no word fear in my dictionary, but before investigating this matter, I think I need to resolve some little farce first."