The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 54: Uncle Fried Chicken

Max went to another part-time job after breakfast, and Ron didn't have the idea of ​​doing morning exercises with Caroline. After a simple wash, he drove directly to the city center.

Gower Street, not far to the east of the famous Hollywood Boulevard, is affected by the crazy popularity of Hollywood. Compared with Hollywood Boulevard, the flow of people here is no less than that of Hollywood Boulevard. Unlike the situation on Hollywood Boulevard, which is dominated by boutiques, this side is mainly to a wide variety of restaurants.

There are high-end and fast food, and the taste is basically good, and Ron's goal is a shop called "Brothers Fried Chicken" here.

The store name is Spanish, and most Americans can speak a little bit, and Ron is certainly no exception.

He walked to the counter, and besides the busy staff in red uniforms, there was also a friendly and refined black man in glasses in a yellow shirt standing beside the counter.

"Do you need anything, sir?" The black man in the yellow shirt smiled very kindly and asked, looking like a professional service person, making people feel good just seeing his smile.

If the restaurant that Max and Caroline were at had this kind of service attitude, the little Korean would have posted it long ago.

Ron put his hands on the counter carelessly: "I want to see your manager here, Gustavo Flynn. I heard that he can be found here."

"Sir, I am, do you have any dissatisfaction with our service and want to complain?" The black man continued to ask kindly, as casually as Ron chatted with his neighbors in Texas.

Ron's eyes could not help becoming sharper. This person is really not simple. His drug manufacturing laboratory was blown up by himself yesterday, but he can still play the role of a good man here today.

From the outside, I can't see any bad mood affected by yesterday's incident. From this point alone, the city is extremely deep.

Ron took out his ID and waved it in front of Flynn: "I'm from the IRS, here to collect taxes. I think someone has already notified you, right?"

"Tax collection? If I remember correctly, I have already handed in the tax registration form for this quarter, and the tax of my fried chicken shop has been reported through an accounting firm of my relatives, and it has not yet come to the corporate tax return season."

Flynn pushed his glasses, and continued to explain calmly while maintaining an extremely kind appearance, while Ron obviously felt a strong murderous aura from the moment he lowered his head just now.

Yes, it is murderous!Ron can't be mistaken. It is because of his keen perception of murderous intent that he has passed death countless times in the missions of secret agents.

This is interesting, obviously Ron has revealed his identity, and he already knows what Ron has done, so what is he doing now?Ron felt that this guy might have obsessive-compulsive disorder or an acting personality.

"Of course I'm not talking about your fried chicken shop, but another business of yours." With a smirk, Ron tapped on the table with his ID card, leaned forward, and used only Flynn The audible voice whispered:
"That's what you did in the laundromat, and that's a lot of money, and I can arrest you for tax evasion right now, can't I?
But you don’t seem to want to let the employees here know that you want a normal life, right? I also think that the life of ordinary people is very suitable for you, but it seems that many people lose this kind of life because of you, right? Uncle Chicken? "

Uncle Fried Chicken is the nickname given to Flynn by Ron and Hank when they exchanged the case. It means that the fried chicken business is used to cover up the drug trade. Young, but in fact he is not even a few years younger than old George, so calling him Uncle is not bad at all.

In addition, although Hank looks very old, he is only eight years older than Ron unexpectedly.

"Is the Fried Chicken Set A? The customer chooses to pay in cash, please find a seat and wait a moment, and I will deliver it to you in person." Uncle Fried Chicken kept his expression on for Ron in advance before anyone else noticed. After ordering the meal, he took the change out of his pocket and paid for him.

The IRS has a very bad reputation in the United States. It has always been a Pixiu. No one has ever been able to take a penny from their pockets. They are all taking money from other people's pockets. Flynn doesn't think he can be an exception.

"Okay, I'll wait for you over there." Ron pointed to a seat by the window and walked over. There was no one in the fried chicken shop in the morning, and there was no one around in the empty place. Suitable for talking about things.

In less than 10 minutes, Uncle Fried Chicken came over with the meal he ordered for Ron: "Can I sit here?"

"Of course." Ron took the plate, ignored the fried chicken uncle sitting opposite, grabbed the fried chicken and ate it in big mouthfuls. While eating, he did not forget to comment:
"To be honest, this is really the best fried chicken I've ever eaten since I came to Los Angeles. I really don't understand. You can make a lot of noise by doing your fried chicken business honestly. There's no need to do it The drug business is dangerous, so, what on earth do you think?"

Uncle Fried Chicken did not answer but asked instead: "Are you not afraid that I will poison you? Or let the gunman kill you? You know, this is my territory. It is really a very unwise idea for you to come here alone. You know that I How much I miss you now."

As he said that, Uncle Fried Chicken made a gesture, and a small red dot immediately appeared on Ron's temple. There is a sniper here!
"I'm afraid, of course I'm afraid, but you won't be better if I die." While eating, Ron gently lifted up a corner of his clothes, only to see an electronic watch-like thing faintly visible under his clothes, and A bunch of other messy stuff bundled together.

Ron chewed hard, spat out a chicken bone, and smiled badly: "The electronic bomb is bound to my heartbeat. Do you want to try how loud it is?"

Uncle Fried Chicken shook his head in embarrassment. This round, Ron won.

"Anyone has the right to pursue a happier life, right?" Uncle Fried Chicken finally calmed down, and the little red dot on Ron's head disappeared immediately after changing his gestures: "And people's desires are endless. The profits of the chicken shop are nothing compared to other bigger businesses, after all, aren’t you guys also eyeing it?”

Although the fried chicken is delicious, but the taste is a bit heavy, Ron ate it dry, grabbed the coke next to him and took a big gulp: "You are right, but as far as I know, you don't seem to have any money for such a large sum of money." How do you look like a flower.

At least according to your neighbors, your living expenses seem to exactly match the income of your fried chicken shop owner, so, what I don't understand is that you want so much money and don't spend it, what do you use it for?Wouldn't it be more comfortable to sleep on it? "

(End of this chapter)