Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"Oh my God! What's going on?" Sofia screamed in horror, but immediately calmed down after finding out that she was not injured. After all, she was a girl from Brazil, and she was already accustomed to gunfights.

"What else could happen? Of course he killed you." Ron casually took a picture of the mark behind the corpse's ear and sent it to Hank. Behind the deceased's ear, there was a snake-shaped tattoo.

Under normal circumstances, some gangs will regard this kind of tattoo as a sign of membership, just like the "rebellion against the Qing Dynasty and restoration of the Ming Dynasty" on the soles of the Tiandihui.

Ron kept sending Sophia to a safer place: "Can you identify the people who just attacked you?"

"Never seen them before." Sofia shook her head.

"Then could they be Gabby's friends?" Ron had an idea and remembered that Sofia had said that in addition to the two of them tonight, she also had a friend named Gabby who was going to play together.

"Oh my God! Gaby!" Sofia seemed to have remembered something and started to call frantically, but every call fell into disarray. Without exception, she began to feel a very bad feeling in her heart.

"No one answered, Morgan, what should I do now?"

"Do you hear that? Finch, we are in trouble. Now tell me where the person this beauty just called is."

Sophia looked at Ron strangely: "Who are you talking to?"

"Of course it's someone who can help you find a good friend." Ron took out his earphones and showed them to Sophia before putting them back in. He took out his phone and changed it to the external sound.

"This signal... I found it! She is at the intersection of Fifth Avenue and Crane Street. I will send the location to your mobile phone now."

"No."

"Why?" Sophia and Finch on the phone asked in unison.

"Because I know this place," Ron sighed helplessly: "This is a morgue of the Los Angeles Police Department. Sorry, Sophia, I think your friend is dead."

"How is it possible? We were still on the phone yesterday..." Sophia muttered to herself unbelievably.

"I don't think the police would have sent her there if she was just drunk. The key now is to figure out why that gang is chasing you? Have you come into contact with anyone special recently? I remember you said , she will take us to a different place to play today, where is that?"

"Wait, why do you think this attack must be related to her friends? Why can't it be a killer sent by her father's political opponents to give him a warning?" Finch questioned on the phone.

"Please, I guess you have never had any contact with South American gangs. If it was a Brazilian gang, how could they use such childish methods?" Ron spread his hands: "They will definitely send more people and have more firepower. , at least they will use a few AK rifles instead of pistols that are just like toys in their eyes."

Thanks to an anonymous person named V, the Brazilian gangs were tortured a lot by the anti-government guerrillas. The gangsters and drug dealers who usually dominate were often attacked unexpectedly while driving on the road. A rocket was carried away, and then they were attacked by a group of guerrillas with rifles. Before they could react, the guerrillas disappeared like ghosts in the forest.

This makes the gangsters so suspicious all day long that they even sleep with their guns beside them. They also suffer from severe phobia of lack of heavy firepower and are crazy about heavy firepower. Recently, in several attacks on political figures in Brazil, some of them have A figure with heavy firepower, there is no reason to make an exception this time.

Sofia said: "Gaby came to me mainly because he wanted to talk about Paul."

"who is he?"

"It was Paul Romano, I think, and we met him at a party on Saturday, and I was pissed that Jack had left early that day because he wasn't feeling well, so when Paul invited us to his apartment, we went. "

As if she was afraid that Ron would misunderstand something, after Sofia finished speaking, she quickly added: "Nothing happened between me and him."

"It doesn't matter even if it happens. It's normal for young people to like to have fun," Ron smiled: "Finch, if I want to talk to this Paul, where should I find him?"

"I'm afraid this is a bit difficult to handle, unless you are willing to go to hell. I'm not kidding. Just yesterday, Paul jumped from the roof of his apartment and fell into a pulp. The police deemed it a suicide, possibly a drug overdose. As a result, he himself sells psychedelic drugs."

In the library, Finch sat on a swivel chair, thinking and spinning: "I am beginning to agree with your thinking now. I think Sophia's preview has nothing to do with her father's college, but is caused by his drinking buddy."

The clues ended here again, and Ron asked a little frustrated: "Sofia, besides you and Paul, was there anyone else that day?"

"Me, Gabby, Paul, and then someone came. When he came, the atmosphere was a little weird, so Gabby and I went out."

"Can you describe that person's appearance?" Ron's eyes lit up.

"Wait, here," Sophia took out her phone and played a video for Ron. In the video, he was having fun with another girl, and behind them, not far away, a white man was chatting with a black man. What.

"Yes, it's him. It seems everything is connected."

Ron discovered that the black man chatting with the dead Paul was one of the people who had just attacked Sophia in the nightclub. However, because he was too far away and saw that the situation was not good, he ran away on his own.

"Do you think the attack is related to Paul? But why did those people come to me?"

"Paul died on the day you were playing together. You said there was no fifth person besides you. So guess, if he didn't die of suicide, who did it?" Ron asked. The mobile phone was placed in front of Sophia: "The reason why they came to you is of course because you were at the scene and could identify him."

At this point, Ron's logic was all straightened out. Sophia and Gaby were unintentionally involved in a gang vendetta case. In order to silence them, the other party had to kill them both one by one.

At this moment, Ron's phone's caller ID lit up again, and the number was from Hank.

"Sorry, Finch, I think I may have found the gangster." With that, Ron answered another phone call.

"I think you must have good news, right?"

"Yes, BOSS, I found out that the symbol is that of the 14k gang. This gang has been entrenched in Compton. The boss is called 'Hao Ma'. Do you need me to take people to deal with them now?"

"No, it's just a gang. It's enough for me alone. It happens to be not far from us."

Ron turned back and smiled gently at Sophia: "I'll go out and buy some oranges. Just stay here and don't move around. I promise there are few safer places in the world than here."

The place Ron brought Sophia to was Andy's apartment. Andy usually didn't come back very often because of his relationship, but Andy was not the only one who lived in this apartment on this floor.

There are three units on the first floor of this apartment building. On the left and right sides of Andy's apartment are Mason and Hannibal, Frank Moses and his girlfriend live upstairs, and Marvin Boggs and Guan Yuming live downstairs.

Ron believed that even the most elite SEAL team could not hope to break into the apartment for a while.

"No, please let me go with you." Sofia took Ron's hand and said firmly: "Gaby is my best friend, and I'm not as weak as you think. I'm Brazilian. Corpse I’ve seen a lot.”

Ron pondered for a moment and finally nodded in agreement: "Okay, but you must obey my command in all your actions."

After saying that, Ron tore off a piece of note paper and wrote the words "borrow a car" and stuffed it into Marvin's apartment as he went downstairs through the crack in the door. He also took the key hidden under the garbage bag at the door.

Sofia was dumbfounded when she saw the whole operation, but Ron didn't bother to explain Marvin's unusual persecution delusion to him.

Then they found the modified pickup truck that Ron gave to Marvin in the underground garage. It was the pickup truck that Ron had modified with a 107 rocket launcher when he first came to Los Angeles.

"Are you going to fight?!" Sophia was shocked by the exaggerated weapons on the back of the pickup truck.

Can this be used in a big city like Los Angeles? In his hometown, this trick was usually only used by guerrillas.

"How is that possible? Fighting is a matter for the military. I'm just going to collect some interest from gangsters who don't pay taxes properly."

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If you want to choose the most chaotic place in Los Angeles, then Compton is definitely on the list. Almost all gangs are gathered here, and violent crimes occur almost every day.

In Ron's original world, at its peak, 3,733 violent crimes occurred a year, an average of more than ten per day. Even if someone was passing by here during the day, let alone at night, they would be extremely careful.

Tonight is a little different. A dilapidated pickup truck that clearly does not belong here drives past the street with loud music playing. The loud music made several gangsters nearby frown and habitually raise their handles. Stretching to his waist, he planned to teach that lunatic a lesson.

But he was immediately slapped to the ground by the boss next to him who clearly saw the people in the car: "FXXK! That's the living Satan of the IRS! Are you crazy?! Let's go! I heard that even the ants are taken away from places where they are passed by. Two legs."

Different versions of the above lessons appeared at the same time in the mouths of different bosses nearby, rendering Ron, who was harmless to humans and animals, as an existence like a human devil. And this human devil parked the car not far across from a tavern and handed Sophia a Remote control and a helmet.

"Want to personally avenge your good friend?"

"What should I do?" Sophia looked at the thing in her hand and asked inexplicably.

"Have you ever played with a drone? Put on the helmet, there is a screen inside, use the remote control to control the drone to fly to the door, and then press the red button, it's that simple."

Moments later, a drone rose from the back of the pickup truck.

"Do you know that just because of your intelligence error, that bodyguard killed two of my men today!"

In the tavern, beside the bar, a big black man held the white boy by his collar and said viciously, if Sofia was here, he would definitely recognize that this white boy was her ex-boyfriend Jack, and the black man The big man was the one who killed Paul.

"Yes...I'm sorry, I really didn't know she had changed her bodyguard. I thought it was her boyfriend. That bitch told me personally. Please give me another chance. I promise I will find a way to deceive her." Go to a place where no one is around and let you kill her."

"Listen!" The big black man almost put his face on Jack's face: "Let me tell you again, don't play any tricks with me. You and her can only live together. If you want to be an infatuated seed, say it now. Just one word, and I promise to fulfill your wish immediately."

"No! Absolutely not! I choose to let that bitch die!"

"Just tomorrow, if you can't ask him out again, I will kill you." The black man said dissatisfied, and then he looked at the door belatedly: "Why is it so quiet outside today? Aren't those lunatics on the street? Are you into fighting or racing?"

"I don't know, it seems to have suddenly become quiet since just now." One of his subordinates replied.

"Wait, what is this sound?" The big black man's ears moved and he heard something strange. There was a high-frequency buzzing sound outside the originally silent place, slowly approaching from far to near.

"You, go outside and take a look." He pointed a gun at one of his men, but as soon as the man walked to the door, something happened suddenly.

"BOOM!"

The drone directly blew the door of the tavern into pieces. The fragments of the door swept away the subordinate who had just walked to the door, and flew into the tavern together, injuring several of the subordinates.

"Someone is causing trouble for us, brothers, pick up your guns! Kill them!" The big black man shouted, while he first found a table and got under it.

However, at this time, the subordinates no longer cared to observe the reaction of their boss. The wounds scratched by the fragments of the door aroused their bloody instincts. They screamed and rushed towards the door with various guns, intending to inflict damage to the outside. Eye-opener guys, a profound lesson.

However, when they reached the door, they discovered that there was no one outside. What was waiting for them was a pickup truck and nine dark gun barrels behind the pickup truck.

"Do you want to avenge your friend with your own hands?" Ron grabbed Sophia's delicate hand and pressed the launch button: "It's showtime!"

"Swish, swish, swish..." The angle of the throwing pipe was already set, and rockets with long tail flames flew out, getting bigger and bigger in the horrified eyes of the gangsters, and finally hit them hard, The fuse detonated the warhead, and the fire was like a beast that preyed on people, engulfing the gangsters huddled at the door.

"BOOM!" An explosion that was ten times more powerful than the previous explosion blew the entire entrance of the tavern into ruins. Sophia stared at it all blankly: "Did I do all this?"

"Sure, how does it feel?"

"It feels so good!" Sophia quietly squeezed her legs together, feeling as if she had awakened some amazing and strange attribute.