The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 56 The disease is contagious

"How is it? This tax rate is not high, right? As for the part of the tax you missed before, I think it is enough to pay a total of 1000 million US dollars in fines, and we promise that we will not pursue it in the future."

Uncle Fried Chicken was almost pissed off.

70%, isn't that high? You have to pay 100 dollars in tax on 70 dollars, which means I will work for you?But Uncle Fried Chicken didn't intend to bargain with Ron, because he knew that it was impossible to be reasonable.

"No problem." Uncle Fried Chicken leaned on the table and began to fill out the tax form seriously: "This check for 1000 million US dollars is for you, but you may have to wait a few days for the tax this time. It’s just that they have just been delivered to various sales outlets, and the payment for the goods has not yet come back.”

Uncle Fried Chicken handed over the tax return and a check that had just been signed to Ron, and Ron generously took out a tax payment certificate that he had prepared long ago, signed his name and handed it to Fried Chicken. In the hands of Uncle Chicken.

The whole process, if it weren't for Ron's pistol under the table, and Hank aiming here with a sniper rifle in the distance, it would look no different from a businessman's full contract.

"Happy cooperation~" With a happy smile on Ron's face, he reached out and shook hands with Uncle Fried Chicken. The IRS's reward rate for the recovered tax is 30%.

How much is 1000% of 30 million US dollars?A total of 300 million US dollars!With so much money, if you buy a few courtyard houses in the capital before China hosts the Olympic Games...

Tsk tsk, I'm excited just thinking about it, the feeling that I don't have to struggle for the rest of my life.

But unfortunately, this idea can only be thought about now. It is now 2007. Although Huaxia has always welcomed foreign investment, there are still restrictions on the types of investment, which are generally limited to industrial types. Such behaviors are similar to hype. , and Ron wasn't sure if it would work.

Maybe find a professional and ask.

Sure enough, the drug dealers were the quickest to make a fortune, and achieved financial freedom in an instant.

It's a pity that the money doesn't belong to him completely. When Ron told the above that he planned to fight drug dealers, he was told that he might be given the greatest law enforcement authority, and he could also be given various early financial and material support, but These are not free, they have to be paid back, and it is double.

Calculated, the sum of the ammunition in Ron's secret room and the rent of the office will cost 50 US dollars to the IRS headquarters, and because Ron's special operations team is operated independently, in addition to the salaries that all members receive according to the establishment , without any funding.

That is to say, although Ron can freely control the money, he still needs to leave a large part of it as department expenses, such as giving bonuses to Hank and Andy, and purchasing other equipment.

"It's really not pleasant to work with you." Uncle Fried Chicken touched Ron's hand and quickly removed it, and wiped it gently with a paper towel, as if he had just touched something dirty.

Ron didn't care about it at all, he forced people to this point, and didn't allow them to lose their temper?

Uncle Fried Chicken's expression was not good at all. Thinking of the money he just took out, his heart felt like bleeding, but there was no way, who let Ron eat him to death today?

Ron returned to the car, drove to the agreed meeting place with Hank, picked up Hank and left.

"How about BOSS? Everything is going well?" Hank sat in the co-pilot and asked carelessly as he wiped the newly seized booty lovingly. It was a Soviet-made VSS micro-sound sniper rifle that used 9mm bullets.

It is a common shooter sniper rifle in Chick. Generally, it is a passer-by weapon that no one will pick up when there is a choice, but its power performance in reality is not as bad as in the game.

It is not a problem to penetrate ordinary body armor at a distance of 400 meters. Coupled with the advantages of small recoil, easy carrying and concealment, it is a weapon that cannot be ignored.

"Of course it went well? What other tricks can he play?" Ron was so happy that he almost grinned his mouth to his ears, but frowned slightly when he saw the gun in Hank's arms: "So you like to use a sniper rifle?"

"Of course, when I was in the army, I was a sniper, sir." Hank said very self-consciously.

"Well, if that's the case, maybe I can help you change to a more suitable weapon. I just made a lot of money from Uncle Fried Chicken. Just tell me what weapon you like, don't worry about money!"

Ron patted his chest angrily and promised, he is so self-willed if he is rich, and he is going to replace all the computers in the office with the most high-end computers on the market now, and he can still play in the office when he is free. games.

"No, it's enough for me to have him." Hank touched the sniper rifle in his arms lovingly, and the way was extremely gentle. Ron doubted that he had never touched his wife so nasty when he went home.

"In cities, the distance from the bunker to the target is generally no more than 300 meters. At this distance, there is nothing better than this little baby. It is concealed, has low recoil, and can be shot immediately after a single shot misses. Make up for a second shot, maybe even a third."

"Refilling the gun? It's so troublesome." Ron said with disdain, "Why don't you choose to do it with one shot?"

"However, even the most skilled sniper can't guarantee that he won't miss every shot, and my level is still a little short of the best level." Hank admitted the fact that his level is not enough.

Ron objected sternly: "No, it's just your inertial thinking at work. Who told you that you can only count as a snipe if you hit the target?"

"Isn't it?" Hank asked back: "If you don't hit the target, how can you achieve the goal of killing?"

"Why not?" Ron turned on the missionary mode with a holy radiance on his face. He wanted to use the advanced ideas from China to educate American emperors like Hank, who were backward in thinking.

"The purpose of sniping is to kill the target, right?"

Hank nodded, isn't this nonsense~
"But who said that this can only be achieved when the bullet enters the target's body?"

"Then is there any other way?" Hank's expression was a little confused, what else could he do if he didn't hit the target?
"It's small, your layout is small." Ron shook his head and sighed: "Have you ever thought that if your firepower is large enough, such as using a cannon, even if you don't hit the target itself, it will only hit the surrounding area of ​​the target.

The blast and fragmentation damage from the explosion is enough to kill a target, and you don't even have to aim very precisely! "

Well, the disease of lack of heavy firepower is contagious, and it is transmitted from person to person. Currently, Hank is being infected by Ron.

Hank's expression wavered slightly: "Is that true? But weapons like artillery don't seem to be very convenient to carry?"

(End of this chapter)