The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 44 He's Dead

The strong man hit the wall and fell to the ground, groaning in pain. Several friends who were planning to help the strong man stopped immediately and left the bar secretly as if nothing happened.

"What, baby? Do you still want to continue?" Ron picked him up by the head, and asked kindly, but it sounded creepy to the strong man.

The strong man's eyes were full of fear: "No! No! I know I was wrong, and I will go and take her away."

Without Ron's further urging, the strong man struggled to get up, and slapped the tattooed woman who was holding Caroline's hair to show off her might, and Caroline finally seized the opportunity to free herself, and climbed onto Max in a daze, He grabbed the wine bottle on the table and drank it all in one go.

That's more than 40 degrees of tequila!
Ron knew that she was trying to embolden herself, but the only result of doing so was that there was a high probability that she wouldn't wake up tonight and could sleep well.

Sure enough, Caroline just took two steps after drinking. She didn't know whether she was going to fight with the tattooed girl or chat with Ron, but this also gave Ron a chance.

Ron looked at Max, wondering if it was a coincidence, the latter also happened to look over, the two ignored Caroline's existence, and looked at each other across the air, as if sparks of passion agitated in the air.

"Ron, it seems you won't be bored tonight, I really envy you." Dui Howard said sourly.

Seeing Howard's pitiful look, Ron somehow softened his heart: "Is it too early to say this now? Are you sure you won't have any more fun tonight?"

"Of course, although I always pretend to be a girl picker at Leonard's place, I know that I am not liked by those girls." Howard lowered his head: "As you said, there is no woman Will fuck me for wearing stockings on my arms, right?"

To be honest, Ron felt a little uncomfortable seeing his friend like this. After all, he is a person with EQ, not the idiot who sacrificed all EQ to IQ.

"That's not necessarily the case~" Following Ron's words, the eyes of the two otaku scientists once again ignited the light of hope.

Ron noticed that the tattooed girl's boyfriend walked away dejectedly after a big fight with his girlfriend, and the tattooed girl was depressed with a friend, another tattooed girl in a white T-shirt, with a slap on her face Boozy.

Ron pointed over there, and the two nerds quickly looked in the direction of their fingers as if they smelled bloody sharks.

"If you can yell at the ungentlemanlike behavior of beating a woman, I guess you will easily get involved in the topic between them. Of course, I don't mind if you secretly scold me behind my back."

"Impossible~Impossible~We are good brothers, how could we speak ill of you behind your back!" Noticing Ron's dangerous eyes, Howard said sensibly immediately, and Rajesh nodded again and again.

"Okay, look over there, it happens to be two girls, come on~" Ron casually threw out a word of encouragement, and walked towards Max generously, holding Max's delicate body like a deep kiss.

"How is it? Your knight's performance didn't disappoint you, did you? Your Majesty the Queen?" Ron kissed his hand solemnly.

Max naturally followed Ron's words, pretending that he was wearing a long skirt that dragged the floor, and made a small movement of lifting the skirt, and his chest shook again: "Of course not, or it's better than I imagined." Better, my knight, what reward do you want?"

"Power? Status? Treasure?" Ron Lion opened his mouth wide.

"Do you want so much? It seems that I have to consider changing to a knight~"

"Then I just want you." Ron directly hugged the princess in Max's exclamation.

Max winked coquettishly: "Hey! We have to get this drunk cat back, you might as well hug her if you have the strength."

Ron just put Max down and picked Caroline up: "So, where are we going now? Your house? My house? Or Hilton?"

"My home~"

Caroline, who was asleep, played games with Max, which was exciting to think about, and Ron felt that he was one step closer to a showdown with each other.

……

The next day, Ron woke up in his own bed as usual. In order to avoid the embarrassment of Caroline waking up in the morning and want to sleep well, Ron left after satisfying Max again.

But the first phone call he got early in the morning was not so pleasant.

"Ron, he died. He died in our police station. He committed suicide." Jack's voice was low.

"Who are you talking about?"

"The killer you took down yesterday, the one hit by a car died on the way to the hospital, and the other one you subdued hit the wall without our staff noticing. We're dead, and our leads are broken again.

Damn, there must be a ghost among us!And it's a high-ranking insider! "

Jack's voice sounded a little exasperated.

"When hasn't your FBI been infiltrated like a sieve? I'm not surprised." Ron sneered mercilessly, "Anyway, I didn't expect anything."

"You knew he was going to kill himself, didn't you?"

Ron spat out the mouthwash: "Of course! Think about it, and you know, how could a guy like this who dared to assassinate a police officer in the parking lot outside the shopping mall not be a killer of a drug cartel?"

"Drug cartel? How do you know?"

Ron looked in the mirror and was still handsome: "Jack, you didn't sleep and your brain fell asleep, did you? Think about it, and who else could assassinate Hank? This is nothing more than a special anti-drug police officer. other complex relationships.

Besides drug cartels, what other reason could be involved in this kind of assassination? "

Ron thought for a while and added: "And I'm pretty sure that this should be a good thing for the Mexican drug cartel, because this action is full of the Mexican style of revenge, it seems that Hank's direction is likely to That's right, he must have touched, or is about to touch, the foundation of this gang."

Speaking of this, Ron's eyes lit up. From this point of view, his bonus has something to do with it?

"I also investigated Hank's side. It is indeed as you said. I also think his idea is correct. The ghost-like poison maker who created the blue powder must still be working, but I don't know. Understand, how he suddenly sold that thing all over the country overnight, is it on the shelves of Wal-Mart supermarkets?"

"Maybe it's a cooperation with the hidden big drug lord you mentioned? Yes, it must be!" Ron was also taken aback by his sudden thought.

(End of this chapter)