The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 37 Bar Fight
"I'm going to the bathroom first." Hank got up, but was grabbed by Ron, because he felt that Hank's expression was a little bit wrong from just now.

"I think your expression looks a little bit wrong. It looks like you are afraid of something? Don't tell me that you are having diarrhea now, and you are afraid of pulling it into your pants. If this is the case, I will let it go immediately."

Ron deliberately made a disgusting gesture of pinching his nose. Hank was dragged away by him but stopped talking about the handwashing sound, and sat back in his seat again.

"You're right. Maybe I'm really scared. You may have heard that I've actually been at the border for a few days before. You definitely can't remember what I saw there?!"

In order not to arouse the vigilance of the target, Hank's voice was a little low, and it sounded more like a roar, as if he wanted to shout out all the frights he had received these days, but the feeling was suppressed in his chest .

Ron put his hand on Hank's arm, and it could be seen that this middle-aged man was a real man.

"Although I don't know, I can probably guess that drug dealers have always been the most vicious criminals among all the criminals I have come into contact with. , I will also find a way to clean them up.

Such people are a waste of air in the world. "

As a time traveler who grew up under the red flag in his previous life, and a good-natured young man who had received a superior socialist education, Ron hated drugs.

When he was in school, even though many of his classmates had tried marijuana, which was said to be less harmful than cigarettes, Ron never took a sip of marijuana, because he knew that once you start anything, you will get tired of it one day, and Looking for something more exciting, when the day comes, becoming an addict is inevitable.

"No! You don't know what I went through!" Hank was still a little emotional: "Have you ever seen the picture of the informant's head being cut off and put on a turtle shell! You haven't!

You have never seen the bomb hidden under the turtle blow up the colleague who was talking and laughing with you just now, and you can't put it together! "

"How do you know I haven't seen it?" Ron asked sarcastically, "Or do you think I got my title as the number one IRS agent by flattering me?
I even sneaked into Guzman's drug factory, guess what the hell I saw there?Those bloody drug dealers should go to hell! "

Speaking of this, Ron's expression was a bit scary, Hank didn't even dare to look directly at him, but because Ron still relied on the advantage of his length, he pressed Hank's head tightly and looked at himself.

"But so what? It just reminds me that I still have a lot of work to do. Should I kneel down and beg them not to sell those things?" Ron almost said a word between his teeth. Squeeze out the words.

"So," Ron pressed Hank's head and looked at the two big men who had just completed the drug deal, and whispered in his ear: "If you don't want me to look down on you, one per person, let's take these two bastards How about grabbing them and asking where they got the goods?"

After finishing speaking, Ron let go of Hank's head, drank the beer in his glass, and swaggered towards the seats for the two of them, with an expression of "I'm looking for trouble", Hank lowered his head for a moment, But immediately drank his own wine and followed.

"Stand up for me!"

"What do you think we're upset about? Bitch!" The two big men's interest in drinking was interrupted, and they stood up very unhappily, showing off their bulging muscles. They don't mind giving this kind of so-called " "Business elite" has a little color look.

"Bah! As long as you're still breathing, I'm not happy. It feels like the air here is polluted."

Ron unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, and spit directly into the face of a bald man who was as tall as himself.

Really, I don't have any skills, but I'm just a little bastard who doesn't know anything. I also like Toretto to have a big bald head. Who are you scaring?Ron hates this kind of person the most.

The strong man was immediately enraged, and he punched Ron's handsome face, but he was caught by Ron, who had been prepared, and he even had time to touch another strong man's balls. He kicked hard.

The strong man let out a scream, bent his waist like a shrimp, covered his important parts and fell down.

The strong man who was facing Ron quickly realized that this was a ruthless character. When he wanted to take back the fist held by Ron, he found that no matter how hard he tried, the fist would not move in Ron's hand. He panicked. I have never met a person with such strength.

"Bah~" Ron spat on the strong man's face again, with an arrogant expression, but in the eyes of the strong man, he was so unbearable: "You only have this strength? It won't be when you are at home with your dog FXXK Have you run out of strength? What a poor guy~”

Ron's tone was extremely sympathetic, and he didn't know if he was sympathizing with the strong man, or he was sympathizing with the unsatisfied dogs in the strong man's house.

"FXXK! Bitch, die to me!" Unable to take back his hand, the strong man was furious at Ron's words again, so he simply raised another big hand that was not under Ron's control and clenched it into a fist again. Throwing it at Ron's handsome face, he was going to beat this stinky man with a little white face to pieces.

Ron continued to put on a mocking smile, as if he hadn't seen the strong man's fist at all, so scared that Hank shouted "Be careful!" But before he could say anything, he just Seeing Ron twist the hand holding the strong man's fist somehow, the strong body of the big man immediately fell to the ground uncontrollably.

The reminder that Hank was going to blurt out turned into an exclamation of Ron's force value "beautiful!", but immediately his exclamation turned into worry.

Because he saw that the big man who had just been kicked by Ron on his testicles stood up again, picked up a beer bottle from another table and stared at Ron.

"Be careful!" Hank yelled, and couldn't help but rush towards the big man who was holding up the bottle, but halfway through the jump, there was a "bang!", and a glass ashtray exploded on the big man's face.

"Plop~" The big man fell down straight, leaving Hank in the air.

Ron stood up and kicked the twisted strong man's stomach. The strong man bowed into a shrimp, and then stepped on the sneak attacking man's stomach. The big man who had fainted just woke up from the pain .

"Small sample! You're good at it, I'll let you sneak attack! I'll let you sneak attack!..." Every time Ron cursed, he stomped hard, and he stomped seven or eight feet in a row before finally calming down, and turned to look at Hank. .

"Sorry, I robbed you of your share, you won't blame me, will you?"

(End of this chapter)