The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 3 See Toretto Again

Ron's work today was not going well. He thought that he could easily get the information he wanted from the FBI, but he didn't expect that getting in the car was just an excuse.

The FBI doesn't have much information about "Heisenberg". As expected, the intelligence agencies that make small movies in RB have no future~
According to the FBI, they are not interested in small drug dealers who are not yet established.

Petty drug dealer?When Ron heard this name, he couldn't help being speechless for a while. Would he be a big drug dealer until he unifies the drug circle in the United States?

The FBI is all mentally retarded and has no idea what a huge leap forward in manufacturing it will be when drug dealers omit the raw material extracted from native plants and switch to imported ephedrine.

Especially the guy who made the drug is also a superb chemist!
He had no choice but to try his luck by taking a few laps around the famous underground information exchange locations in Los Angeles.

I didn't expect to see this scene when I went home. Is this the beginning of The Big Bang Theory?

Sheldon didn't believe it: "How can there be idiots in this world who haven't even attended a community college? Do you think everyone is that idiot Forrest Gump? You must want to catch me again, so come up with any tricks!"

Penny received [-] points of critical damage: So I'm a fool?

"Correct me, A-Gump also graduated from a serious university, although he is specialized in sports, don't be so nervous~ It's okay, why should I tease you?
You know, in anime, the younger brother has always been full of hatred for the older brother, such as ninja (Naruto), such as the dog (Inuyasha), and the older brother has always been a gentleman who takes care of the younger brother~"

Sheldon's eyes widened, with a "what the hell are you talking about?" expression.

Ron felt bored: "You know, there are not only Marvel comics in this world, there are also many interesting Japanese comics, maybe you can take a look."

Leonard felt a strong threat from Ron, which belonged to the breath of a rival in love.

Because since Ron came here, Penny's eyes have been on Ryan, Leonard interrupted: "Sheldon, why have I never heard you mention it, you have a brother?"

"No, it's two!" Shelton's eyes flashed with disdain: "One is an idiot who can only breathe through his mouth, and the other is a slightly better punk, a typical Texan, who lacks the minimum respect for science.

The only thing they have in common is that they like to play tricks on me! "

"Prank?" Leonard trembled. As a kid whose name is called a nerd, pranks or school violence are commonplace for him: "Thank you, I know what it's like to live with a bully .”

"Your brother also often bullies you?"

"No, I'm talking about you, forget it, whatever..."

Sheldon went on to accuse Ron of bullying him.

"I was bullied by him and George my whole childhood! When I was eight years old, trying to dress up as my favorite scientist for Halloween, Ron threw my clothes away!
I had to put on a sheet, pretend to be a ghost, and scare myself to death all night. "

"He wants to wear a skirt and pretend to be a female scientist~"

Ron spread his hands helplessly. The Big Bang Theory was his favorite TV series in his previous life. The job of throwing Sheldon's skirt should have been done by George Jr., but George Jr. and Veronica happened to be on a date that day.

He had no choice but to do it himself.

While little Sheldon is very likable as a screen character, it is really annoying as a family member, and all the help he takes for granted is taken for granted.

Ron guarded such a younger brother. From childhood to adulthood, he didn't get a skill from him. The big brother next door gave him two skills!
Leonard rubbed his forehead: "Madame Curie?"

"I did it to protect him, come on, in Texas, if I let him out like that, he's gonna get punched!"

Petunia rolled her eyes: "So, are you sure that your brother is smart?"

Ron: "Petunia, I'm sure, but he's not as smart as you think he is, he's... nerdy smart."

Petunia glanced at Sheldon who was staring angrily, with a strange expression like a robot, and nodded in understanding
"Hey, I said, do we have to talk in the hallway? Why don't we go to our apartment?"

Leonard came out to round things up.

Ron shook his head: "No, I still have work to do, Petunia, where did you put my suitcase?"

Petunia pushed the suitcase out from behind the door.

"Here, what's in your box? It's still a fingerprint recognition lock. It's so heavy. God knows how I brought it up. The elevator in this apartment is still broken."

Leonard bowed his head guiltily.

"As expected of you, muscular girl~"

Petunia was furious. If it wasn't for the sake of ten dollars, she would have let you taste the strength of the old lady's iron fist. She was about to argue, but her mouth opened wide in fright when Ron opened the box.

"Damn it, what the hell did you ask me to fetch for you?"

After opening Ron's suitcase, there was no daily necessities such as clothes or bed sheets inside. The upper part was divided into upper and lower layers, and various firearms such as pistols, submachine guns, rifles, and clip silencers were neatly arranged. Accessories, like a mobile arsenal.

Ron took out a pistol, twirled his fingers under the shocked eyes of the three and put it in his palm.

"As you can see, it's just a gun. Glock 22 pistol, 0.4-inch caliber, 15 rounds, is my favorite little toy. Would you like to play with it?"

Ron reversed the gun and handed it to Leonard, scaring Leonard to take a step back.

He doesn't know if he wants to try it or not, but he just wants to call the police now!
"Haha, don't worry, I'm not a terrorist, but a member of the IRS special operations mobile unit, I'd love to chat with you, but it's working time for me, I believe Sheldon will be happy to help Let me explain.

But now, Uncle Ron is going to work~"

Ron hid two pistols and a few magazines on his body respectively. No flaws could be seen from the outside. Under the horrified eyes of everyone, he swaggered down the stairs whistling and whistling.

Unlike China, which is everywhere peaceful, law and order in the United States is a matter of metaphysics.

The security level is completely linked to the tax level of each block. The richer the richer the better the security, while the security in the poor area is completely random. There are few police patrols during the day, and even worse at night. Become a paradise for criminals.

That's why it was named Los Santos and put into the famous crime game, but Ron hasn't found this game until today.

So even Ron, who was the IRS, had to go out with a weapon.

Downstairs, his original modified Dodge Challenger was parked on the side of the road, and Ron got into the car and started the fire and drove towards the city.

This is different from China. The rich areas in the United States are concentrated in the suburbs, while the city center is basically occupied by various poor communities.

And it's not just the poor, and with the poor, there are all kinds of gangsters, drug dealers, illegal traders...etc.

While dragons and snakes are mixed, it has also become a place where information is concentrated.

However, it is not that troublesome to ask for information. In any big city in the United States, no one is more informed than the motorcycle racers, and Ron happens to be good friends with their boss, Toretto. Leto himself might not think so.

"Hi, Dom, that's right, I missed you in less than half a day, do you want to meet?" Ron called Toretto.

"I guess you don't want me to show up in your store to meet Mia?"

In the receiver, Toretto's humming voice came: "No, you must not come to my store, you can wait for me at the intersection, and we will go somewhere else."

What Ron was waiting for was this sentence. With a kick of the accelerator, the car under his control was almost as nimble as a finger. It quickly shuttled through the traffic and arrived at the designated place immediately.

(End of this chapter)