The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 63 Ron's Plan

When the crisis was over, Ron didn't let Monica go immediately, since she couldn't see anything from that angle anyway, Ron got very playful, whispered "cooperate with me" in Monica's ear and kissed her deeply.

Five minutes later, Monica gently pushed Ron away: "How about it? Is that enough? Why don't we talk about business first?"

Speaking, Monica also pointed to the rearview mirror of the car. From her angle, she could just see what was behind her, so she was cooperating with her from the beginning?

Ron was secretly delighted, but he had played enough and put his business first. After finishing the task first, there would be plenty of time: "I just came here, so I don't know enough about the situation. Do you have any plans?"

"You're a bit late, Veron was looking for a driver before, and I just arranged for two FBI agents to go in," Monica said while arranging the clothes messed up by Ron: "They have already been selected by Veron. "

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be Detective O'Connor and a black boy who can speak well?" Ron admired Monica's stunned expression with satisfaction.

"Even if the time is just right, I don't plan to drive Veron, that's not my style, and," Ron pointed upwards with his hand: "The boss is in a hurry, I want to get things done quickly, preferably in two days This can all be over in a matter of days.”

"Impossible!" Monica looked at Ron with eyes like a madman: "Do you know how careful he is? It's impossible for you, an outsider, to get close to him!"

"Who said I'm going to approach him?" Ron walked to the car Yuri left for him, opened the trunk, looked at the equipment inside and nodded with satisfaction, it seems that Yuri still understands him.

"Then what are you going to do?"

Ron said solemnly: "First of all, I need you to help me determine where the evidence in Veron's hands is."

"I can tell you this right now. It is in the wall of a small house in a seaside slum, together with his money. There are about ten men guarding it there. The most important thing is that the FBI is also suspicious of that place.

They didn't dare to scare the snake until they were more sure. If you didn't come to disrupt the situation, Weilong would have them all taken out and escaped in at most another week. "

When the word money was said, Monica's eyes lit up.

Ron recalled the plot carefully and found something wrong. It stands to reason that even Monica didn't know about this place. It wasn't until Veron escaped in the end that two confidantes escorted the unlucky duo Just go get the money.

Why didn't Monica tell them if she knew from the start?

Monica suddenly came up, put her arms around Ron's neck and winked mischievously at Ron: "Are you wondering why I didn't tell that idiot from the FBI? Think about it, what good will it do me to tell them? Don't forget, We are our own."

Ron immediately understood from Monica's expression that this woman also wanted to get a share of the action!No wonder she didn't say anything over there.

Well, she really deserves to be the woman who can make the gangster leader submissive, but Ron doesn't mind giving out another share of the money that he originally planned to keep alone. It was a windfall in the first place.

"Well, I think we need a plan..."

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After discussing the plan with Ron, Monica returned to Veron's side. He could not leave for too long to cause unnecessary suspicion, and Ron also obtained Veron's complete timetable from him, which gave him Further development of the plan creates convenience.

Raid Veron's secret base directly?This is the easiest way, but also the most mentally handicapped.

Ron, a subordinate of the ten gangsters, thinks that one person can handle it completely, but his main task is not the money, but the evidence. If the evidence is taken away, Ron himself will be exposed.

This was absolutely intolerable to Ron. What he had to do was to quietly take away the money and evidence without leaving a trace of his presence.

So looking at it now, the factor that has the greatest impact on Ron's mission is not Veron's subordinates, but the FBI. Therefore, Ron thought of a brilliant plan.

At night, Veron held a PARTY at "Oasis", one of the most prestigious nightclubs in Miami, to entertain his men, and the FBI agents who were always paying attention to Veron's every move had already sneaked in here through various means.

And here, in addition to the FBI and the Weilong gang, there is also a third-party force that swings back and forth between the two groups, that is, the local police station that Weilong used money to infiltrate into a sieve, and they are also invited.

Ron observed everything here from the top of the building opposite the nightclub, and finally smiled when he saw the dumb Detective O'Connor and his dumb black buddy talking to the gate security.

"The actors are all in place, now, it's time to start the performance~"

After finishing speaking, Ron pulled down his mask and slid down from the top of the building. At this time, he had already put on the uniform of the FBI SWAT team.

Inside the house, Weilong put a big mouse into a metal bucket with a cruel face, and buckled it upside down on the belly of a fat man whose limbs were fixed on the table by his hands.

This is the local police who was bought by Veron before, and now the FBI has arranged to monitor Veron's property, and Veron wanted him to withdraw the people, but he was rejected. He wanted to be in front of the two newcomers. Punish this villain who takes money and does nothing.

"I'm a policeman! Veron, you can't treat me like this! If something happens to me, all the police outside will come and arrest you!"

Inside the iron barrel, there was the sound of rats squeaking and paws rubbing against the barrel wall, making one's scalp tingle.

Unmoved, Weilong took a flamethrower to the iron bucket and started toasting: "Listen, the rat inside will try to dig a new passage to escape to the outside because of the heat inside the iron bucket. Guess it will Where did you come from?"

The police chief's eyes widened in horror, but because his mouth was covered, he could only struggle in vain.

"It's biting me!" The policeman finally took advantage of the gap to shout this sentence, but his voice was drowned out by the music outside, causing no movement at all. Veron gestured with his eyes, and his mouth was covered again.

The musket roasted the iron barrel red, and the creaking sound inside disappeared, but this was not good news, because the owner of the sound began to busy himself with the work of drilling holes.

"Say it, tell your men to withdraw, tell it!" Weilong continued to press.

At this time, Ron had already climbed into the nightclub through the ventilation duct, and the subordinates brought by the police chief were laughing at the beauties arranged by Veron, while sitting at the gaming table playing cards very freely, not knowing that their boss was Tortured inside.

Ron looked at the depraved policemen in plain clothes below, the corners of his mouth curled up in a triumphant arc, and he shouted:
"The boss has been taken away by Weilong's people! Brothers, pick up the guy and go save the boss!"

(End of this chapter)