The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 36 New Friend Hank

"Okay, that's all for today's meeting." Hank drove away the police officers under him, took a glass of water for himself, drank it up and refilled it, and found a small table to sit down.

"What are you doing here again? I have given you all the clues I could provide before."

"With all due respect, your subordinates don't seem to be convinced of you," Ron didn't care about Hank's helpless attitude, but instead spoke with Sheldon's signature poisonous tongue: "As far as I know, it may be because you never What do you think about the drop in prestige caused by the funk at the Mexican border?"

"No! That's not running away, it's just that I want to finish the case here before reporting over there!" Hank retorted loudly, and through the shutters of the window, he could see the police officers watching and eavesdropping. .

"The chemical genius who made the blue powder is still out there! I have to catch him before I can report to the border!"

"But how long has it been since you last saw it? 20 days? Or 30 days?" A sarcastic and playful smile appeared on Ron's face, which made Hank even angrier.

"29 days! So what? I don't think the idiot I killed was capable of making such advanced gadgets? If he had this ability, he would have made a fortune long ago!"

Hank yelled loudly, looking like he was talking to Ron, but in fact, he was talking more to those who questioned him outside.

Ron finally put away all his fun, took out a bag of blue powder and shook it in front of Hank: "Congratulations, you guessed it right, look at this, this is not my previous inventory, but the latest Some new gadgets bought from sources I don't want to disclose.

I have done a test, and the purity is exactly the same as the original one, maybe even a little better, probably because this genius's technology has improved again, sometimes I think, if I leave him alone, maybe one day I can let him do it Maybe even 100%. "

"This..." Hank looked carefully at the powder against the sunlight, his body couldn't help shaking with excitement.

When everyone was laughing at him as a coward, someone finally believed his judgment and produced evidence to prove that he was just a responsible and good policeman, not a coward who was afraid of going to war.

"Can you tell me where you got it?"

Ron shrugged: "You may not believe it, I didn't buy it locally, but my friend told me that there was a crazy new gadget next week and sent me a sample, I just discovered that this thing already exists here."

"Another state?" Hank murmured, his tone even a little lost: "Are you trying to say that this genius has gone to another place?"

"No, I guess he's still here, just has a better sales channel, maybe a great sales force, not just next door state, our intelligence network has found the same thing in several states across the United States, I believe He must have been transported from here."

"So, would you like me to join your investigation? A joint investigation between the IRS and your DEA, and I'd be happy to hand over the last prisoner to you, provided he pays all the taxes he should have paid, of course."

Speaking of this, Ron licked his tongue excitedly. If 30% of the tax was used as a bonus, that would be a huge sum of money, enough to add something new to his arsenal.

Hank is both excited and entangled in Ron's suggestion. What is exciting is that with Ron's strong participation, the investigation of the case may be much better.

The entanglement is that, according to the consistent urgency of the IRS, it is very likely that Ron will secretly reach an agreement with him after discovering the criminal, and then only collect taxes and not work. This kind of thing has been done by the IRS before.

But now Hank needs support, so he can only reach out to Ron: "Okay, I promise you, but all our information must be shared, and there must be no private possession."

Hank squeezed Ron's hand hard, and the latter was completely unmoved.

This power is far behind Toretto, and it is still not enough in Ron's eyes.

"Of course~" Ron readily agreed: "Actually, I made some other discoveries in the plane accident before, I think it should be of great use to you..."

Ron briefly explained to Hank about the relapse of the daughter of the person responsible for the plane accident. Especially through data comparison, he found that the new tenant of his daughter's house had a different name, but his appearance was the same as the one summoned by Hank before. Jesse is exactly the same.

This is definitely a person!

"The breakthrough is on this person!" The two looked at each other and smiled.

Hank sincerely sent out the invitation: "Hey, your name is Ron, right? I know there is a very good bar nearby. Would you like to have a drink or two and chat?"

Drinking is the most direct way for two men to enhance their friendship. Ron readily agreed. Half an hour later, the two were sitting at the bar of a small bar with a large glass of fresh beer in front of each other.

Ron was a little disappointed. He thought Jack would take him to the kind of bar where there are beautiful waitresses to flirt with each other, but what he didn't expect was that the bar that Hank took him to was not to mention the beautiful waitresses. None!

All men!This is a beer bar popular with pure men. The customers are mainly middle-aged men. Nine out of ten are bald like Hank, with a protruding belly. Ron feels that he is out of place here.

"I guess you must have a grudge against me to bring me to this kind of place." Ron took a gulp of beer gloomily.

"Dude, I'm a man with a family. I've been cut off from sex hunting." Hank laughed.

"Then you can't find such a messy place, can you?" Ron looked around, feeling that it was no better than the restaurant where Max and the others worked, and it was even better in terms of chaos. Ron had a bold idea. Guess: "Could it be that you want to..."

"That's right," Hank motioned Ron to look at the two big men in the corner with his eyes: "Believe it or not, those two people definitely have something on them."

Ron looked back, just in time to see one of them shoving something under the table to the other, and the other person on the table immediately handed over a small handful of change, which he quickly put into his pocket.

In this way, an illegal transaction was completed under the eyes of two police detectives.

"In this kind of place, even if the bartender has the goods, I don't think it's strange." Ron has long been accustomed to this, and he has seen this kind of scene a lot with Toretto at the drag racing party: "So, what are you going to do?" How to do it? Arrest them on the spot? Do you think it will be useful?

We all know clearly that they are just young people who don't know anything. "

(End of this chapter)