The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 41
"I've been suspended~" Hank said disappointedly.

Ron was overjoyed, and Hank resigned. Doesn't that mean that his recruitment at this time is very interesting?But unfortunately, as in all movies, a siren sounded, and the police finally arrived late.

"Ron, why is it you again!" The leading police detective who got out of the police car happened to be an acquaintance of Ron, and Inspector Jack said in a very helpless tone: "It was you who chased you last time, and the warehouse of the smuggling gang last time You, how much trouble are you going to cause us?"

"I don't want this kind of thing to happen, or you should reflect on why there have been such very bad security incidents recently, and I was a victim twice."

Ron's tone was very innocent, as if he was a victim.

"Okay, what's the matter this time?" Detective Jack finally noticed the helpless little fat man standing next to Ron: "You are Hank? I remember you are from the DEA. How did you get along with Ron?"

"I'm sorry, let me correct you," Ron interjected, "Mr. Hank is just a poor employee who has just been suspended by the DEA. Isn't it reasonable at first sight for him to meet my new employer? ?”

"Hi, Hank, as I said just now, you have been hired by the IRS. Don't forget to come and report to me tomorrow. Here, here is your sidearm. You may have to wait for another two days for the certificate."

Ron winked at Hank, and conveniently put the pistol he had just emptied into Hank's hand before he could react. This gun has been registered as an IRS sidearm under Ron's name. Go back and change it. Just click on the information.

In this way, Ron poached a general from the other side in front of the FBI, and he felt very happy. Although the two parties are now in the cooperation period, they still never give up when there is a chance to stumbling each other, not to mention that Ron's men are real. No one is available.

Jack smiled wryly. He didn't know the situation on the DEA side, but he knew this guy, and he was a good shooter. However, there were still many people like this under the FBI's hands, so it wasn't his turn to feel sorry for him.

"Okay, what's going on this time?"

Out of respect for his old superior, Hank still narrated everything completely. Jack frowned, realizing that things were not that simple, but he still didn't say anything, and waved his hand to ask people to leave only one of the two. Take away the killer in a bad tone, and send him to the hospital first.

The rear of Hank's car has been completely deformed, so he can only get into Ron's car. Although the front bumper of the Hornet has been hit and deformed, it can barely drive.

"Why can't I remember when I promised you to join your special operations unit?"

"But you didn't object just now, did you?" Ron said while driving.

"I just don't understand why you dug someone in front of old Jack, and he didn't respond at all. Is my job in DEA really that bad? I don't even want to keep it?"

Hank lowered his head and couldn't help but start to reflect on his character.

"I said, I won't really recruit a fool, right?" Ron not only didn't mean to comfort Hank, but taunted him: "Jack is protecting you, my little anti-drug hero~"

"Protect me?" Hank murmured, still confused.

Ron rolled his eyes: "Think about it, how far is this place from where you work? It's only less than three kilometers away, and the nearest other police station here is also eight kilometers away, and old Jack has already arrived. The DEA I belong to has no response, do you think this is normal?"

When it was said, Ron's eyes became sharper.

Hank was suspended here and handed in his gun, while he was ambushed by the killer on the other side. The timing was so good, it was unbelievable. In addition to the shortest distance, no police force came to support him until now. A series of actions seemed so shocking. People are confused.

If the whimsical idea that all DEA police officers are collectively deaf and unable to hear gunshots is excluded, then there is only one possibility, that is, DEA has an inner ghost, and its status is not low!

That's why Jack let Ron turn the corner in front of him, because at this time, letting Hank follow Ron is indeed the best choice.

After figuring this out, Hank shivered all over his body: "I don't understand, who is trying to kill me? Who made that phone call just now? What is he trying to do?"

"As an anti-narcotics policeman, who else would want to kill you? Drug dealers, but they usually don't have that much patience, so you can look up the few waves of people you have offended recently, or have been arrested before. Did any of the people you sent to prison get out of prison recently?"

Ron thought about it.

"As for the mysterious phone call, I guess it may be that there was a split among the drug dealers, and that part of the opponents called you, but this is just my guess, and you have to investigate the details yourself.

With me, your actions will not be subject to any restrictions, you can investigate as you want, you may not know, I prefer to be a shopkeeper, as long as you remember to call me when you act, how about it?Are you happy? "

Hank didn't know whether to cry or laugh for a while. It's a good thing that he doesn't have so many rules and regulations. He can move more freely, but Ron, apart from his combat effectiveness and good analytical mind, doesn't seem to be very reliable. look.

At this time, the car had already driven to Hank's house, and Hank opened the car door: "Okay, I agree to join you, I want to continue to investigate the case of the basket-colored powder drug, how many people can I get?"

"I'm sorry, my special operations team is currently only you and me, and an accountant who has no combat effectiveness. You know, after all, we still have some tax investigation work."

Ron smiled, showing his neat eight big white teeth, but there was no sign of embarrassment on his face.

Hank's eyes widened: "No one?! Then what resources can I get?"

"A complete arsenal? Why spend money that can't be spent?" Ron tilted his head and thought for a while, "How about a boss with an extremely powerful combat capability? Do you want to go back on your word?"

"Forget it, anyway, I don't want to go back like DEA." Hank sighed and got out of the car to go home, but was stopped by Ron again.

"Remember, no matter what, we are all violent agencies under the tax agency. Do you understand what I mean when I say that?" Ron continued to explain, as if afraid that Hank would not understand: "If drug dealers are found, Don’t act in a hurry, let’s talk first to see if there is any possibility of tax collection.”

"Wait! They're dealing drugs, it's a crime!" shouted the jealous Hank.

"I know, but if they pay taxes, they are also taxpayers, at least until we squeeze the last money out of them~" Ron licked his lips hungrily: "Otherwise you think we have so many Where did the money come from?"

(End of this chapter)