The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 80 Boring Ron

Los Angeles, IRS Ron Special Operations Team Headquarters, Ron sat in his office chair in a daze.

It has been three days since Peggy arrived, and he woke up in a strange hotel room the next morning, and all his memories after his coma disappeared, only vaguely remembered as if he had a dream.

In the dream, there are Princess Elsa from Frozen, Princess Jasmine from Aladdin, Jasmine from Beauty and the Beast, etc., without exception, they all have Peggy's face, just like Peggy doing cosplay .

And when he woke up, Peggy had long since disappeared, leaving only an ugly-looking mobile phone without a brand on the table, which was exactly Peggy's.

There is only one message on it that confirms the fact that Peggy has been here: If you miss me in the future, use this mobile phone to contact me (kiss emoji).

In addition, even if Ron used his authority to check all the monitoring from Peggy's house, to the Caltech laboratory, to the hotel, he didn't find Peggy's existence!

She is like a ghost, except for the new mobile phone in Ron's hand and the already blurred memory, there is nothing to prove that she has been here. Even when Ron was unconscious, the supermarket in front of Peggy's house was still there. There were shots of her going shopping.

But Ron, who is a Youto agent, still found a flaw in the surveillance screen: This video that was recorded earlier is playing in a loop!
This girl, is she too careful?

However, thinking about the Prism Gate incident in the United States, it seems that it has only been a few years, and Ron feels that Peggy's careful methods are taken for granted. Once a hacker of her level is exposed, she will definitely encounter all kinds of troubles. .

Still like now, it is best to be an ordinary person.

Before he knew it, the sun was already a little dazzling, and Ron finally moved the chair lazily to the side to avoid being exposed to the sun, but even if he turned over, he still couldn't fall asleep.

"Well, it seems that I'm really bored, Andy, is there any interesting work that can make me happy recently?"

Ron sat up helplessly. In the huge office, he was in a daze. Andy used the funds to buy a whole set of the most expensive coffee machine and read the newspaper while making coffee.

If it weren't for Hank still maintaining guns, Ron's special operations team would look like a retirement home.

Andy put down the newspaper and pushed his glasses: "Boss, we collected a total of 2110 million US dollars in taxes from the operation code-named 'Fried Chicken' this month. In addition to deducting daily expenses such as the paid part and annual wages and bonuses, the funds are also There are more than 500 million left.

The KPIs for the entire year have been completed, shouldn't we enjoy some leisure time now?I remember you promised before that if you can catch this big drug lord, all the staff can enjoy half a year's vacation. "

Ron was left speechless. This is what he said during the mobilization before. Not only did he receive the tax from Uncle Fried Chicken, but it also far exceeded the 1000 million tax that Francis set for him in the first year. Dollar indicator.

"But even if we complete the annual mission goal, we can't relax. Let's see what you look like now. I don't remember when my special operations team was changed into a nursing home!"

This isn't my special ops team!
"Well, if you really want to find something, there may be something that interests you in that pile of information." Andy picked up a stack of papers from the coffee machine and handed it to Ron, saying in a coaxing tone.

"These are the recent shared intelligence from the FBI. They are basically some recent case files. When I am bored, I read them as crime novels."

Ron couldn't help feeling angry for a while, but as he followed the traditional Chinese virtues of respecting the old and loving the young, he couldn't get angry with the old man. Andy was even a few years older than his father, George Old.

What's more, after the arrival of Andy, who is proficient in financial knowledge, Jean took over a lot of financial work that required calculation from Ron, which made his work a lot easier, so he had time to be bored.

"Let me see what interesting things have happened recently." No way, Ron could only greet Hank, and pass the time with the information shared by the FBI. While watching, he still didn't forget to complain.

"The Vespucci Beach shootout? Needless to say, it must be that group of car thieves and gangsters fighting again. Let them kill those gangsters. Anyway, all the money will be bought as drugs. Not a cent of tax."

"The well-known gangster choked to death in his own swimming pool? Get rid of it, is the FBI now too busy to take care of such trivial matters? It's no surprise that some people can't swim these days~"

……

While talking, Ron turned the useless information into waste paper and threw it into the trash can in the distance, just like playing basketball, but suddenly, Hank seemed to go crazy, and put Ron picked up the waste paper that Ron had just thrown away.

Hank looked at the photo on the intelligence and murmured, "This is Harry! I know this man!"

"What? What's the problem with this?" Ron leaned forward. It was an ordinary robbery and death case. The deceased was a private security company guard, and an old man was still crippled.

According to the information, the cause of death was shot to death by a gangster who robbed a car, and Ron didn't see anything unusual.

Hank nodded heavily: "This old guy is my father's comrade-in-arms. They served together in Vietnam. He is an out-and-out old bastard, but even though his legs are paralyzed, believe me, he will never be killed. A drug addict easily killed with a gun!"

"Maybe his old eyes are dizzy?" Ron shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and still didn't take it seriously. This kind of case is very common in Los Angeles, and there are several cases every day.

"No! My father went to the shooting range with this old guy just last week. At a distance of 20 meters, this old guy used a pistol and shot ten rings. Do you think those street gangsters can handle such a ruthless character? ?”

Hank yelled loudly with the crumpled information, and Ron immediately realized that there must be a big problem with this case: "Andy, contact the FBI immediately and ask them to send me a copy of the relevant information of this case."

"No problem, boss."

Ron turned to Hank with sharp eyes, and the capable IRS agent finally came back online: "You think this is a long-planned murder?"

"Obviously." Hank pointed to the bullet hole in the scene photo and said, "Look, the ballistic analysis said the bullet hole on the car door was caused by a . I brought it with me, but no trace of the gun was found at the scene."

"Maybe the gangsters took his gun and killed him?" Andy interjected and shared the board.

"No way," Hank retorted, "Harry is a master with a gun, do you think you have a chance of snatching Ron's gun and killing him?"

Andy rolled his eyes and stopped talking, grabbed Ron's gun and killed him?I think you think I didn't die fast enough.

(End of this chapter)