Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Although the house that Peggy directed to Ron was only ten blocks away from Judge Legate's residence, it looked dilapidated and looked like it was in two countries.

To a certain extent, this also reflects the current situation in the United States, which is the extreme sense of social fragmentation. On one side are clean and tidy mid-range neighborhoods full of European beauty like gardens, while on the other side are piles of garbage, smelly everywhere, and even individual houses. It is a dilapidated house that has been patched with wooden boards and then painted.

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

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

According to John's information, this is a gang mainly composed of Eastern Europeans, and speaking Polish is perfectly normal.

Ron looked into the room through the lower edge of the window, but did not see the child. It seemed that he had been moved to another place.

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

That’s a whole table of dollars!

Not only on the table, there is money everywhere in this room! There were bundles of banknotes placed everywhere from the table to the floor. Although there were many small denominations mixed in, the amount was so large that Ron estimated that the total amount would be hundreds of thousands of dollars at least.

Dong Dong Dong~ Ron walked over and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" the person inside asked very warily.

"Open the door! IRS tax inspection! I suspect someone inside is engaged in large-scale money laundering!" Ron yelled, but it was of no use.

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

"There's no movement outside the door. It seems like the people from the tax bureau have left?" the gangster, who put his ear against the door and held a gun, asked in confusion.

"How is it possible? How could those vampires at the tax bureau give up so easily if they don't let go until they see the money? Get your guns, and when someone kicks in the door, we will face the door..."

boom!

The door was opened by a bomb. Before the gangsters inside could recover from the aftermath of the explosion, Ron, dressed in a black suit, was already standing at the door like a magic soldier descending from heaven, holding a submachine gun.

"Da da da..." The sound that was like tapping on the keyboard turned into a deadly note and kept ringing. "Ding~" Ron played the entire drum in the blink of an eye.

"Huh~" Ron blew the hot air from the gun: "Sure enough, it is best to kill gangsters with a Chicago typewriter, don't you think so?"

However, the corpses on the ground couldn't speak. Ron could only walk into the house sadly, and shot a few gangsters who were still breathing out of humanitarianism, and then grabbed the banknotes on the table and scattered them in the sky. Feel the taste of money alone.

When the police finally arrived at the scene after receiving the report, all the money had been carried away, leaving only a house filled with dead people and with red paint splashed on the door.

"Damn it! I want to know who robbed my money hiding place!" The Eastern European gang leader Shayaka was pacing back and forth in the corridor. His subordinates were silent and no one dared to speak for fear that they would be killed by the boss as a punching bag. , but this reaction was right and made him roar even more unhappily.

"You trash! Can't anyone tell me what happened?! The red paint is the symbol of which gang."

The younger brother raised his trembling hands: "About this, I think I heard something from the Korean gangster next door. It is said that it seems to be the logo of the IRS. Now in the Los Angeles area, the IS special operations team is responsible for recovering taxes. People seem to be particularly obsessed with Eastern culture, in which splashing red paint is a way to collect debts."

"Damn it! It's the IRS!" Sayaka also had a look of fear in his eyes.

"Boss, do we want to kill him?" One of his subordinates tried to please every opportunity: "As long as you give the order, brothers will come together and we will beat him into a sieve!"

Snapped!

As soon as the younger brother finished speaking, Sayaka slapped him in the face: "Who do you think you are? When was it your turn to make a decision for me?"

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

The IRS is a super behemoth with an army. Although the tax department in Los Angeles has always seemed relatively friendly, the special operations team responsible for recovering taxes is not a good one.

In the underground world, the rumors about Captain Ron of the Special Operations Team have long been known to everyone. He is a truly ruthless character. Even the legendary super giant Aideen hidden behind the scenes has not been able to escape from him. Sayaka doesn't think he has the strength to get a bargain.

"It's just a place to hide money. We need to look at the big picture of the underworld and look forward. This little money is just a way to send homeless people away. Our top priority now is how to get the money back in the bank account. An How is Kira's case going?" Sayaka turned to the younger brother next to him and asked.

…

"The prosecutor's motion to prosecute Angela Mahan is now open for trial." Judge Gates, wearing a robe, sat in the middle of the courtroom, dropped the hammer representing justice, and the case officially began to be heard.

"Ron, how's the progress over there?" Finch asked Ron while sitting in the hearing room.

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

"How could this happen? What should we do now?" Finch heard that he was in confusion: "If we can't save that child, he will definitely be in danger!"

"Maybe it was your previous actions to alert the snake, maybe this group of kidnappers is more professional than you thought, it's all possible," Ron: "But I don't think that child will be in any danger now. The reason why they met Judge Gates in the morning It means that he still has value, and before his use value is completely squeezed out, they will make sure 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 say."

"Well, I hope you are right." Finch took a deep look at Ron, then took out his cell phone and repeated what Ron had just said. On the judge's bench, Mr. Gates was shocked, but he immediately He concealed his emotions and continued to listen to the submissions of the lawyers on both sides.

"By the way, let me tell the judge 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 meet me at the door of the court. I will take him to pick up his son. Bring it back." Ron patted Finch on the shoulder and stood up to leave.

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

"No, let me say it again, I am not a puppet like John. I have my own way. You just have to do what I say."

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 was finally heard, Angela and her defense lawyer exchanged brief greetings at the door of the court and then separated. Just as they were about to get into their car, a pistol was pressed against their waists: "Hello, Angel La, would you like to do something for me?"

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

The judge did not ask why there was an extra defendant in the car. He started the car and drove towards the meeting place.

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

Saying that, Sayaka put the gun on little Sam's head again: "If you take one more step forward, I will shoot!"

Ron stopped: "Relax, my dear Eastern European friend, I know your name is Sayaka, and your bank account number is 1278340102. In the past year, you laundered more than 400 million US dollars for your clients. Your clients include Local gangs in Los Angeles, Syrian warlords and even Afghan government forces, am I right?”

Xia Yaka began to panic in her heart, but she remained calm on her face: "Did that alcoholic bitch tell you this? Damn it! What can you do even if you know this?"

"Do you think you can blackmail me into letting him go with this?" Sayaka began to be proud: "I just need to kill him here now. If you kill that old bone and his child again, no one will know about this anymore." , even if the stinky bitch in your hand is just a tool to me, even if you kill her, I can always change her to another one, 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 gang: "No, I just used this woman to let you talk to me calmly. As for what he told me I have no intention of telling anyone about those things, do you know why?"

"Because I am the law enforcer!" Ron threw a document on the ground in front of Shanyaka, with the IRS emblem facing up: "The IRS has started a tax inspection!"

"Go to hell!" Before Sayaka could give the order, his men immediately pointed their guns at Ron and opened fire.

"Bang bang bang..." But their movements were not worth watching in front of Ron, a gun master. As soon as he raised his hand, Ron knew where their bullets would fly. He calmly took a step sideways and Let the bullet empty.

Ron calmly took out his pistol and walked casually as if for a walk, dodging bullets and shooting at the gangsters who felt like they had seen a ghost.

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

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

"Bang bang!" Another double combo, but this time the target is Sayaka. At this point, all three gangsters have lost their fighting power. He knelt on the ground and watched in horror as Ron got closer and closer to him. : "I reiterate once again, I only came to Los Angeles to do three things!"

"Collect taxes! Collect taxes! It's the tax that pays back!"

"Go to hell!" Husha Ka mustered up all his strength and said that Ron would not be hurt. He suddenly took out a dagger and stabbed him in the abdomen. However, as the dagger got closer and closer to Ron's abdomen, a ball of The extremely fast things were getting bigger and bigger in his eyes, and then, his vision suddenly turned black and his face was in severe pain. When he opened his eyes again, his entire head had been stepped on by Ron in the fine sand of the beach.

"Bang bang bang!" Ron fired four shots at Sayaka 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 pulp. If he couldn't get treatment quickly, he would never stand up on his own again in this life.

And his two subordinates were even more shocked. They had seen the most brutal methods in the underworld, but this was the first time they had seen such a bloody method used by an official figure in the underworld.

"Listen, I will spare your life. Because I need someone to tell the other gangsters who owns Los Angeles?! I want you to tell everyone who is the emperor of Los Angeles!"

Ron spun the revolver in the air a few times and put it back into the holster, but even if there was no gun in his hand, no one dared to look directly into his captivating eyes: "From today on, everyone on the road will Remember it for me!

No matter what kind of drugs they are, they are all taxed at 50%. Gambling is taxed at the same rate as drugs. Those who rob, whether they use knives or guns, whether they rob small shops or banks, 30% of their income must be used to pay taxes! "

"From today on, even if you go to the store to buy for zero yuan, you must pay me at least 10% of the robbery tax based on the value of the items you robbed! Otherwise, I will let you see what the iron fist of capitalism is! I swear, as long as Let me know, no matter where you are hiding, I will pull you out and torture you bit by bit until you collapse! Do you understand, you scum?"

"Understood!" The three gangsters, and even Sayaka at Ron's feet, replied loudly and fearfully. In this chorus of replies, there was also a crisp child's voice. Ron turned his head, and little Sam didn't know. He knelt on the ground fearfully all the time.

Ron patted his head dumbfounded: "You don't have to kneel down, I'm not telling you this. Go over there and find your dad~"