The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 24 The Trouble with Toretto
There were four motorcycles left, and two people got off each of them. There were eight people in total in front of Ron. However, the fire on Ron's car just now had exhausted all the ammunition. Seeing Ron walking out of the smoke, he took out the magazine in horror. Load your guns with ammo.

But it was too late, and now they were like living targets in front of Ron.

"Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang!" Six gunshots sounded, and Ron quickly fired three double-shots and fired six bullets. Three motorcycle racers fell down in response, each of them was shot twice in the chest, and There is a blood hole on each forehead, and there is no possibility of survival.

Double tap, a double tap, is a shooting technique used by special operations teams of the army and police around the world. By hitting the same target twice in a row, the opponent will lose its combat effectiveness quickly.

The first shot hits the largest torso of the target to ensure a hit, and the second shot hits the head and heart to ensure a kill.

"%*#￥..." The drag racer yelled a language that Rob didn't understand, but it didn't prevent him from knowing that it was Korean. Ron couldn't help but sneered, it turned out to be a dead stick! Mouth on Ron.

But at this moment, Ron had already taken the opportunity of firing just now to walk up to one of the bikers, directly holding the hand of the biker with the gun, and slipped into his arms, worrying that his companion didn't fire immediately.

But the drag racer pulled the trigger in a panic, but was shot by Ron's powerful force, and shot all his companions to the ground instead.

"Kaka~" two crisp sounds, UZI's bullets were finally all fired, and Ron was no longer polite, and knocked down the only drag racer who was still standing on the ground with his shoulder, without looking back He shot two backhand shots from the ground and hit the drag racers.

It's a long story, but from when Ron rolled out of the car to when all the enemies were dealt with, it took no more than a minute.

"Forgive me, please, let me go..." Among the companions who were swept down by the motorcycle race, there was another one who was not dead. He kept yelling for mercy and slowly receded on the ground, looking into the eyes of Ron who was approaching. All panic.

"How dare you come out and learn how to be a killer with just this little ability? You really are overwhelmed~" Ron sighed, and then stepped on the leg of the motorcycle racer who was shot by his companion's submachine gun with a playful face: "Tell me , Who did you order to kill me? If your answer satisfies me, maybe I can let you go."

"Ah!" The motorcycle racer's already injured leg was injured again, and he let out a scream.

When Ron asked this question, he had already calculated countless possibilities in his mind, such as Andy's incident happened, the forces behind the warden took action and wanted to get back the books, or the drug organization he was investigating realized that he Being targeted, looking for someone to cause trouble for yourself, etc.

There are really too many people who want to kill him, but he is still alive and well, but one thing to say, this group of people is really the best group of killers he has ever seen.

Ron had never encountered such a levelless assassination, everything was as levelless as street gangs fighting each other, and it looked like it was a temporary idea.

Let’s see how good they are. When the first two motorcycles came to double-team, one was directly knocked into the air. The two people on the bike hit the wall. Their heads were like crushed watermelons, red and white. one place.

Then the car hit one and killed three, and he shot and killed three, and the rest of the unlucky ones were all killed by their companions. Ron even felt that it would be difficult to recruit the domestic keyboard warriors and arrange a tactic for them. It's not like losing so badly.

"It's Johnny! It's Johnny who recognized your car, he said you belonged to Toretto, he wanted to kill you to teach Toretto a lesson, it was all his idea, please don't kill me, please Please……"

The bikers pleaded, but Ron was unmoved.

"Johnny?" Ron was full of doubts: "Who is Johnny?"

He didn't remember that he had provoked a man named Johnny. Of course, he might have provoked too many people and didn't remember.

"It's the one who was killed by you at the beginning." The motorcycle racer pointed to the "corpse" that was pushed onto the pole by Ron's dead son, and Ron saw him move.

"It's really troublesome~ I have to work hard for the doctor to rescue him, so I'd better help him." Ron said, raising his hand and firing another shot.

"Bang~" There was an extra blood hole in Johnny's head, and he could finally stop wasting medical resources. In the eyes of the drag racers, this move was like a devil in hell.

The bikers who were still crying immediately shut their mouths, fearing that they would be too troublesome and be killed. Ron admired the terrified expressions of the bikers with satisfaction. After this shock, it's time to tell the truth.

"So, you are not sent by drug dealers or someone else? Kill me just to teach Toretto a lesson? If you have a conflict with him, go to him, why kill me!?"

Ron felt a burst of anger.

"We just blew up Toretto's car, but Johnny said it wasn't enough, we had to kill one of his subordinates..." At this point, no matter how stupid the bikers were, they could still react. How could a guy with such skill possibly Is it Toretto's men?
Ron didn't bother with his subordinates' problems. Instead, he became interested and continued to ask: "So, what happened to you and Toretto? Would you like to tell me about it?

Of course, if you don't want to say it, I will not force it, and I will give you a gift, how about it, am I a very polite person? "

As he said that, Ron's Glock pistol was put on the motorcycle racer's head again, causing the latter to break into a cold sweat, and the content of the gift was self-evident.

In order to survive, the drag racer immediately told him everything he knew: "Toretto owes Johnny a sum of money and promised to pay it back with 'goods', but it has been half a month since the last delivery But I haven't seen the last batch of goods for a long time..."

After a long time, it was Toretto who caused the trouble. Ron rubbed his brows with a headache. Memories of his previous life flooded his mind. He remembered this episode.

But at that time, Toretto and O'Connor were hijacked by Asian gangsters to a place with a statue of Confucius after the drag racing race. When watching the movie, Ron thought it was Chinatown, thinking that those people were Chinese.

Now it seems that Toretto has been dealing with the stick?

Therefore, the Asian brother who was reported by O'Connor later had many DV players at home was not innocent, but was actually conducting an illegal transaction with Toretto.

The only difference is that the Toretto gang is responsible for the work, and this Asian gang, or more accurately, the Korean gang, they are responsible for selling dirty things.

As for why the Korean-American gangsters were released later, instead of arresting Toretto and his gang, I can only say that in a capitalist country, everything is possible, and the FBI also needs to make a living~
Ron instantly deduced the whole process of the matter through the information from the motorcycle racers and his own memory. In this way, the explosion just now can be explained, and it must be related to Toretto, and he must not be dead, because the gangsters To keep him working.

Ron was helpless, how did Toretto's big smooth bald head come up with such a damn idea?
"Where is your stronghold?"

"It's in the warehouse next to the Confucian Temple in Koreatown, all our unsold goods are there!"

Ron nodded: "That is to say, their gang has set up a black market to sell these looted items, and the warehouse is placed next to the Confucius Temple. Then the question arises, have you paid taxes for these businesses?"

"Pay taxes?" Does the black market still need to pay taxes?The bikers had question marks in their heads, but they still shook their heads firmly.

Ron finally smiled. It seemed that he had work tonight.

The drag racers on the ground were trembling all over, but they didn't dare to make any big moves, for fear of causing Ron's misunderstanding. Ron's series of flexible operations just now left him with a deep psychological shadow, so he could only beg: "You can let go!" Have you passed me?"

Ron smiled: "There is one last question, you can leave after you answer it, are you ready?"

The drag racers nodded again and again, as fast as garlic.

"As you can see, I have great admiration for oriental culture, especially Confucius and his old man. But as an American, I have always wondered, which country is Confucius from? Can you tell me?"

After finishing speaking, Ron looked at the motorcycle race with a friendly smile on his face.

When talking about this question, the fearful look on the faces of the motorcycle racers disappeared, replaced by a sudden fanatic expression: "Confucius is of course a Korean, not only him, but the birthplace of the entire East Asian civilization..."

"Bang~" Ron's muzzle flashed, and there was a bloody hole in the temple of the motorcycle racer. Before he could finish speaking, he fell heavily on the ground.

"Wrong answer, Confucius is obviously from China, I hate liars the most~" The Glock revolved around Ron's fingers, then put it back in his waist, took out his cell phone and dialed the bald FBI agent.

"FBI, come out and clean the floor~"

Ron's thoughtless words made Jack feel bad immediately: "Ron, where are you? What happened?"

"It's nothing, it's just that I was ambushed by a few Korean-American gangsters who don't have eyes. The crate was dragged out.

"In addition, there may be a few more corpses in Koreatown in a while, please clean them up by the way, thank you~"

"Wait," Jack sat up from the bed, losing all sleep in an instant: "What are you going to do?! Let me remind you, this is Los Angeles! The second largest city in Mimi! It's not a place where you can mess around!"

"Crazy?" Ron opened the box, looked at the equipment inside and smiled with satisfaction: "I'm just going to work. For an IRS agent, there is nothing more serious than collecting taxes."

(End of this chapter)