The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 42 Bar Encounter
There is no sympathy for drug dealers, Ron, and the high-level people behind him. These people should go to hell!

But before they go to hell, squeezing out the last remaining value from them is what a qualified capitalist or politician should do. This is what Francis told Ron, and Ron deeply believed it.

Thinking of this, Ron drove the car to the entrance of a dilapidated small bar. This is the store where Hector was most active. After Toretto left, Ron's car was all repaired and maintained by Hector. But as soon as he reached the door, Ron saw two familiar figures sneaking around.

"Howard, Rajesh, what the hell are you doing?!"

Having experienced so many lives and deaths, Ron thought that nothing could surprise him, but he still cried out in surprise when he saw how these two were dressed.

Not only did the two wear deep eye shadow, their hair was messed up, as if they hadn’t washed for a few days, what’s even more amazing was that their arms were covered with tattoos. Ron didn’t understand Indian culture, but he Knowing that the Jewish canon seems to be against tattoos, Howard is not crazy, is he?

His mother will definitely throw him out of her house like this.

Howard didn't care about Ron's surprised gaze, and greeted him familiarly: "Hey, Ron, why are you here? Are you also a 'People of the Night'?"

"What the hell is 'People of the Night'?" Ron was at a loss. "But you two are like this, aren't you afraid of being spanked by your mother when you go home?"

Howard's face flushed red: "I'm already an adult, so I won't be spanked!"

Rajesh is decisive: "I think a person who is still eating fruit granola in his 20s should not be called an adult, especially when he eats fruit granola and asks his mother to pick out the fruit he doesn't like. .”

Ron turned his head to look at the innocent Indian: "I can understand that Howard is here to pick up girls, what are you doing here, Rajesh? You can't even talk to women properly."

"Actually, it's already possible now, the premise is after drinking some alcoholic beverages."

When Rajesh mentioned this, his face turned pale, as if he had achieved some great achievement. Ron vaguely remembered that he had this complex when Rajesh's parents arranged a blind date for him.

"Well, it seems that I missed a lot of interesting things during the busy few days. You can talk to me when you have time, but tattoos really don't look like your style."

Howard proudly tugged at the arm with the tattoo, and the tattoo was picked up like a stocking, which turned out to be fake.

"Look, this is called a tattoo sleeve, I bought it online, put it on, I'm a son of the night, a lost boy, can drive countless goth girls crazy, but take it off, I'm still a strict Jew, la Jesh also bought a suit, how about it? Isn't it super handsome?"

If it wasn't for the fact that there was no gap in the ground for Ron to get in and hide, Ron really wanted to pretend he didn't know these two weirdos.

What tattoo sleeve?Isn't it stockings?
"So, you think girls will want to sleep with you just because you wear stockings on your arms?" Ron covered his face in embarrassment, his embarrassment cancer was on the verge of a cancer.

"Of course? I also brought a few spare pairs, in case the tattoo sleeves are hung up by various rings and other things worn by some woman, they can be replaced. Do you want to wear a pair too?"

"You think I still need this thing to pick up girls?" Ron looked at the stockings Howard handed over with surprise.

"Well, you really don't need it." Howard took back his stockings awkwardly, and began to seriously look at the women in the bar, looking for possible prey.

Ron, on the other hand, was drinking beer absent-mindedly. He just received a text message from Hector that he couldn't come today because he had something to do. Just ask Ron to give the car keys to the bartender. This means that he may have to take a taxi tonight, or take two A bad car to go home.

"Hey! Ron! Look over there, there are two chicks over there!"

Howard suddenly patted Ron's shoulder excitedly. Ron patted the dog's paw on his shoulder away, and said without looking back, "Are you kidding? How many punctual girls can there be in a bar with a pale and weak face?"

"Really, don't lie to you, Rajesh can testify!" Hearing Howard's words, Rajesh nodded his head in excitement.

"Believe me, Ron, one of them is blond and blue-eyed and sweet, with long legs that all men dream of, and the other is sexy and unrestrained, with a body that is so good that it explodes, OMG! It is really going to explode, I just saw her and The first button of the suit was burst by the pair of big breasts!"

Howard's excited voice reminded Ron of the chicken raised by another stupid neighbor Billy when he was a child. The rooster looked triumphant after crowing every day, as if the sun appeared because of its call.

However, Howard's words successfully aroused Ron's interest. If today's business is not done, it is also a good choice to be able to hunt for sex. Just take it as a relaxation, because the pair he described sounds familiar, and Ron knows it. Such a pair of girlfriends.

Ron turned his head, just took a look, and immediately turned around quickly, trying to bend his body as much as possible, so as not to let himself be discovered.

Sure enough, Los Angeles is really small, and it really is the pair of girlfriends I know, Caroline and Max.

Howard looked stunned, and didn't even notice the crystal saliva on the corner of his mouth: "God, it's so beautiful, if I can sleep with any of them for one night, I'd rather be a vegetarian for the rest of my life, lah Did Jesh see that big boobed girl?"

Seeing Howard's hopeless appearance, Ron sneered: "If your family's appetite is good enough, trust me."

"No way, do you know that girl? Then I'll just choose the girl with long legs. Ron, my dear friend, can you please take us to meet her? By the way, introduce us to her?"

Howard finally heard that Ron's tone was not kind, rolled his eyes, and had an idea again. He actually wanted to use Ron as a tool for him to pick up girls.

"I'm sorry, the other one is actually mine too, or in other words, I met her earlier than that big-breasted girl."

(End of this chapter)