The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 50
"Boss, boss, what's the situation inside? Do you need support?" Hank's concerned voice came from the intercom on Ron's chest.

Hank was guarding the back door, and only killed one drug dealer from the beginning to now. Hearing the explosions and gunshots in the laundry, he couldn't help but worry about his new boss.

"Don't worry, basically everything..." Ron didn't finish his sentence, and a boy who wanted to sneak out from behind a pile of clothes was thrown to the ground by Ron's gun butt: "It's all done now, you can come in gone."

"Wait, you can't do this! Even criminals have human rights. Believe it or not...I'll call the police!" The gangster who was pointed at by Ron said the most embarrassing words in a threatening tone with horror on his face.

Drug dealers calling the police?Are you a tease invited by Uncle Fried Chicken?
"Call the police, I'm the police, why do you call the police?" Ron was almost laughed at by the boy, and directly pushed the barrel of the shotgun into the boy's mouth.

"Listen, I'm looking for the entrance of the drug manufacturing laboratory, you only have ten seconds to tell me where it is? Ten, eight, six..." Ron started counting with a smirk on his face. The horse boy was scared out of his wits.

"Wait! Shouldn't there be nine after ten?"

"I prefer even numbers, do you have an opinion? Four, two..." Ron counted faster, he suddenly smelled a foul smell, looked down, and saw that the crotch of the pony boy was wet a lot.

With the gun barrel in his mouth, Ma Zai said vaguely: "Don't count! Don't count! I said, the entrance is at the door of that big washing machine, please let me go!"

Ron turned his attention to the large washing machine. Even after two rounds of bombardment, the appearance was still tough. It seemed that some bulletproof material should be used, which also made Ron discover his extraordinary.

Ron pulled the barrel out of the pony's mouth, motioned him to stand up, and put the gun on the back of his head again: "Go and open the door for me, it's best not to play any tricks, it's nothing else, the main thing is I'm afraid my gun will go off, you know~"

Go to hell!Ma Zai tremblingly touched under the washing machine, and the washing machine was opened, revealing a spacious corridor leading directly to the ground.

"Is there no passage leading to the outside here?" Hank asked who had just entered through the back door.

Ma Zai shook his head quickly, for fear of being fired if he answered slowly: "No, this is Flynn's drug-making laboratory, and there is no exit leading to other places below for the sake of confidentiality."

Hank stopped Ron who was going to find out: "Boss, the next one may be my brother-in-law, I think it's better for me to go down."

Ron nodded, and pushed Ma Zai forward into the corridor: "Then let him go ahead. If you find anything wrong, you can just go off and kill this guy. Don't worry, everything is a mechanical problem with the gun. I promise you will not take any responsibility."

Hearing this, Ma Zai straightened his body and looked more obedient.

"That's right," Ron patted Ma Zai's face with satisfaction: "You know? Uncle Ron's gun likes well-behaved children."

Hank followed Ron's example and shrugged. He was helpless with this vile boss, but it seemed to be a good idea to hang out with him?

Don't have to take responsibility, dare to do something, and have a generous salary and bonus. Who wouldn't want to have such a boss?

However, Hank was obviously being affectionate, and after a while, he led Ma Zai and a fat man who was naive but at a loss what to do. Ron had seen a photo of Hank's brother-in-law, and it was obviously not this person.

"Boss, we went around the bottom and found no one but him. This is Gail, my brother-in-law's collaborator, another chemist. My brother-in-law seems to have some conflicts with Flynn and didn't come. Now what should we do?"

"Hey, kid!" Ron nodded Ma Zai's head with the muzzle of a gun: "Does your boss know what happened here?"

"No, I swear, he doesn't know anything until now, everything happened so fast, no one had time to report to him!"

"Very good," Ron nodded in satisfaction: "Then you are free now, tell him everything that happened here, and tell him that the IRS is looking for him, hoping that he will pay his taxes. Guess this chemist named Gail would be happy to tell us what sales he knows, right?"

Gail, who had been trembling since he was lifted up and saw the corpses all over the ground, nodded quickly.

Ron raised his wrist and looked at his watch: "Calculate the time, the FBI bastards should have reacted to the big noise we made, so let's call it a day."

Fifteen minutes later, Jack, who finally arrived late, felt a headache when he saw the IRS spray painting in front of the devastated laundry, but he took out his mobile phone to find a number and called.

"National Guard? You don't need it, this time it's the IRS guys messing around in the city again, why is there shelling? I want to know why too! God knows where that bastard got the artillery.

Yes, I repeat, not a terrorist attack..."

……

While Jack was still wiping Ron's ass, he was comfortably home, and the hapless chemist, for no lethal reason.

After being tied up by Ron and Hank, they were packed in a bag of dirty clothes and put on the truck and pulled back to the special operations team's garage. The two had a tacit understanding and neither of them mentioned the matter of untying it for him.

There is plenty of time to do things like interrogation and auditing, so this kind of cutie is tied up for one night first.

The top priority is to submit a supplementary report first, because on the way Ron was driving home, several terrorist organizations had already claimed responsibility for the incident, and the Pentagon's phone calls went crazy.

Even Francis, Ron's big boss behind the scenes, called and asked Ron how much shit was in his head?How can you come up with such a "genius" idea of ​​playing multiple rocket launchers in the city.

But when Ron told him about how much tax money he could collect, and how much political donations he could get from some kind-hearted drug dealer, the anger disappeared immediately.

"Next time, if you plan to make a big move, you'd better tell the Pentagon group of idiots who can only spend money in advance. Just now, even President Cornhead called to ask if the United States was under attack. Fortunately, I used military exercises. Make an excuse to get around."

"Don't worry, next time." Ron replied without sincerity while pushing open the door of the apartment.

In the room, a woman with a decent figure and an even better appearance, but she was extremely coquettish, immediately stared at her with fiery eyes. Ron had seen this kind of look in the eyes of many women, but none of them were more xx than this woman.

"Hello, my name is Christine, what's your name? Cowboy~" The woman's hand directly touched Ron's chest, and there was a tendency to stick it all over.

(End of this chapter)