The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 82 Tracking Targets
At night, the city of Los Angeles is dominated by hippies and motorcycle racers. Ron walks among young people with dreadlocks and big T-shirts. The strange eyes from the people around.

"Hey, boy, hand over all the valuables on you, and I can..."

Turning the corner of the street, a cool thing hit Ron's head. Ron was not surprised by this. This was already the third wave of robbery he encountered tonight.

"Boy, there are people who have not taught you, who can't be messed with on the street?"

Before the black boy with dreadlocks finished speaking, Ron suddenly turned around and interrupted the conversation. One elbow smashed the black man's pistol, and the other elbow hit the black man hard on the face. The black man let out a scream Covering his face, he squatted down.

And Ron's right foot, which had been waiting for a long time, kicked towards the lower body of the black man who had just squatted down in a vigorous shooting posture.

"Crackling." "Ah~"

Ron seemed to hear the sound of eggs breaking.

"And I'm the kind of guy you can't afford to mess with." Ron picked up the black guy's pistol.

It happened to be an M1911, but it was the common model with the most circulation on the market. It was in no way comparable to the high-end model with the Rock Island logo that killed Harry, although there was no difference in performance.

Ron pointed the gun at the little bastard who was just about to rob him: "I'll count to three now, if you don't get out, I'll blow your head off! One,"

"Bang!" Ron had just checked the first number when a bullet hit the ground in front of the little bastard's crotch.

"Ah!" The black boy yelled in horror, and before Ron could find out the second number, he ran away scrambling and disappeared around the corner of the street.

"What the hell, I just want to take a small path, where are there so many monsters and monsters?" Ron muttered softly, but immediately, the hidden earphone he was wearing received a reply.

"Who told you to rush~" It was Peggy.

"Okay, tell me now, where is that dead glass now?"

"As I predicted, it's still in the little bar where he's been showing up all this time, just opposite the restaurant where your two old friends are, how about it? Want to say hello? Like asking if they would like Willing to fly with you?"

Peggy's tone was full of sarcasm, but her fleshy appearance was full of temptation for a young man like Ron.

"Ahem," Ron quickly coughed to cover up his embarrassment: "You think too much, I'm working now, Peggy, you know, you are my dearest."

"Hehe~"

"I swear!" Seeing that Peggy didn't believe it, Ron quickly raised his palms and swore to the camera on the street corner.

It wasn't that he was afraid of what Peggy would do to him. To be honest, it would be cool to think about what happened last time if it happened a few more times. It would be even better if he could be awake.

Ron was mainly afraid that Peggy would kill the poor two sisters in the Williamsburg restaurant. God is sorry, even if all the other women of Ron were tied together, it would not be enough for Peggy to clean up alone.

"It's okay, you can do whatever you want, I don't care, you guys are all the same anyway, I'll just treat those as your inflatable toys," Fortunately, Peggy didn't turn black.

"However, I still suggest you to say hello, because the window of the restaurant is the best place to observe the gay couple."

"Then listen to you."

Ron stuck the pistol in his body casually, then hid it in his clothes and walked into the restaurant.

The first thing that catches the eye is the old black cashier man wearing exaggerated headphones.

"Hey, man, are you in the wrong place with this outfit? You should go to the Walk of Fame and walk the red carpet with those superstars. If I didn't have a brother who just got AIDS because of being gay, I would rather use an ass to please you." A $[-] tip will be waived after confirmation."

"Haha, brother, don't bully me for not being ignorant, the current market is not that expensive at all." Ron smiled and shook hands with Earl: "Maybe you can introduce me to some more upscale places, I'm Ron. "

"Earl, a non-famous saxophonist who has made jazz records, Earl has a pair of sharp black brother eyes, and he can see people very accurately. I guess you must be here for the girls here, right?"

Oleg, who just finished using the toilet, walked past Ron and returned to the kitchen swaggeringly. The strong smell of deodorant sprayed to cover up body odor made Ron almost stumble.

"If the food here didn't go through the hands of the chef just now, I'd rather eat here. To be honest, I even wonder if he just washed his hands." Ron spread his hands helplessly.

"Papa Earl has to warn you, if you play with the girl's feelings..."

"Ron!" Max's surprised voice came from behind: "Why are you here?"

"I just followed, come to see you, and eat something by the way," Ron greeted Max naturally, and did not forget to turn around and say to Earl: "Look, we are friends."

Ron was led by Max to sit down in an empty booth, which happened to be by the window. From this angle, the small bar with glass windows on the opposite side could be seen at a glance.

"No, actually, I know a great female rider, and I am very impressed with her riding skills. I am always ready to communicate again. I just don't know when that female rider with ten superb riding skills will be available again."

Caroline wasn't in the store, and Ron didn't mind being a little more aggressive, and he squeezed Max's hand while taking the menu.

A heavy hum came from the earphones, and Ron couldn't help but smile.

It turns out that you will still be jealous~
"Maybe after getting off work at two o'clock in the morning, you made my mother go crazy now," Max said softly, with a fever on his face, no matter how bold his words were, she would occasionally coax her when she really met someone she liked.

Afraid of being noticed by other customers, Max immediately pretended to be indifferent: "Do you want to order now, this customer."

Ron chuckled, and instead of continuing to flirt, he held up the menu to cover his face, and his eyes were fixed on the opposite bar. There were two men, one strong and one thin. That's right, he had already found the target for tonight .

"Can I know what food has not passed through the hands of the chef just now? It doesn't mean anything else, I just have a certain prejudice against the behavior of not washing hands when going to the toilet."

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