American Comprehensive Detective: Start with a black gun

Chapter 88

The two were followed by the owner of the shooting gallery with a frightened expression on his face.

The IRS is the logo of the Internal Revenue Service of the United States, which is a more powerful department than the FBI.

The two walked straight to Ron, and the bald middle-aged man who led them said, "It's Ron, right?"

Ron looked the two men up and down.

These are two white men, the leader is a bald middle-aged man.

The person next to him was younger, in his twenties.

"Yes, I am, what do you guys want me to do?!"

"My name is Wyatt. Our ISR investigation found that you spent $32 on a Lincoln car more than half a month ago. If you can't prove the source of the money, we have reason to suspect that you were involved in money laundering." The bald middle-aged man shook the ID in his hand and said with a blank expression.

Brandon next to him was amused when he heard it, but he didn't expect such a good thing to see.

Being targeted by the IRS, Ron will peel off his skin if he doesn't die.

So what if Ron won the contest, the trouble was just beginning.

"You seem to be in trouble, do you need a lawyer? I can help you contact the most professional lawyer in Los Angeles!"

Grace saw the IRS on the opposite side, and said to Ron cautiously.

Ron faced the IRS investigation as an ordinary FBI.

It would be embarrassing if the IRS got hold of it.

Ron shook his head, but looked fixedly at the bald middle-aged man, "Are you sure you want to arrest me? Have you found out my identity?"

"Of course, Ron, 25 years old, was transferred from the Robbery-Murder Division to the FBI on September 9th. I hope you can take the initiative to cooperate with us, otherwise, it will be bad for everyone if things get serious!" Wyatt looked contemptuously. Xiang Ron, high above, as if looking at the fish on the chopping board.

Ron smiled, and he pointed fiercely at the IRS logo on Wyatt's chest.

"I advise you to check me again! As for the source of the money, I was lucky when I went out, can I pick it up? This is not good, can someone give it to me?"

Wyatt was stunned, completely unexpected that Ron would have such a perfunctory answer.

I have seen arrogant, never seen such arrogant.

Besides, did Ron get it wrong?
They are the ISR, who gave you the courage to talk to them like you, an ordinary FBI?

This is how to look down on their ISR!
Not only the bald middle-aged man was stunned, but Brandon was also stunned, which seemed to be different from what he had imagined.

"Asshole, the IRS is asking you a question, please cooperate well, who the hell gave you the courage..." The young man next to Wyatt got angry and pushed Ron hard.

As a result, Ron remained motionless.

"Snapped!"

Ron raised his pistol and slapped the young man hard on the face, the brow bone was cracked, and blood flowed down his cheek.

He looked at Ron in disbelief, his eyes bursting with blazing anger.

"What are you looking at, get out! I'm not interested in talking to the two abandoned sons. Call your boss behind the scenes, and I'll see if he's qualified to investigate me!"

Speaking of which, Ron turned his head to look at Wyatt, reached out and patted Wyatt's face, "Papa!"

There was a crisp sound, and Wyatt's face was swollen.

Following behind, the black owners of the shooting gallery were petrified, and Ron was too bold.

Wyatt stared hard at Ron, his fists clenched, his nails digging into his flesh.

"Unconvinced? Do it! Do it, and I will kill you!"

Speaking of which, Ron raised his pistol and pointed the muzzle directly between Wyatt's eyebrows.

Seeing Ron so unscrupulous, Wyatt's heart was beating wildly, and cold sweat was streaming down his forehead.

He bets if he does.

Ron would literally shoot him.

The assistant next to Wyatt was really shocked.

Who is this Ron, and why is he so unscrupulous?
Is Ron really not afraid of their IRS?
Since entering the IRS, he has heard about the great achievements of the IRS countless times, and no one has ever dared to humiliate them so blatantly.

Ron was the first person he'd ever seen to punch them in the face.

Still blatantly slapped in the face.

Brandon also opened his mouth wide in surprise.

The Veteran's Association they belonged to is also very powerful, but they dare not bully the IRS like this.

This is a group of ruthless people who tax both zero dollar purchases and drug dealers.

Grace looked at Ron meaningfully. If Ron was not stupid, then Ron must have relied on something she didn't know about.

Obviously, not many people are stupid.

Wyatt also realized that Ron seemed to be relying on something.

But what kind of reliance can make Ron so unscrupulous, and treat him like this?

Wyatt suddenly remembered a department.

The department that almost overturned their IRS, a history that was hidden by the IRS, can be vaguely seen from the later declassified documents that caused their IRS to pay a heavy price.

Facts have proved that no matter how powerful the guns are, in the face of endless, weird and inexplicable methods, their department will kneel even if they say it!

"You wait, we will be back!"

Wyatt confirmed that he seemed to be tricked.

But it's not his style to be so cowardly, he said with a harsh word.

His attitude stunned the assistant next to him, so let's leave it at that.

So are they still the IRS?
Is it still the department that scares countless people?

This is not their style of doing things at all!
Brandon was also stunned.

The shitty IRS is so useless that even the FBI can't handle it.

It's an embarrassment to the IRS.

Lose your face!

I am ashamed to go to grandma's house!
Ron curled his lips in disdain, "Cannon fodder, you are not qualified to speak harshly. Get lost!"

Wyatt gave Ron a hard look, then turned and left.

His assistant froze in place.

"Juan, don't leave yet!"

Wyatt's voice came from behind, and Juan came back to his senses.

Ron squinted at the two figures who came and went in a hurry.

The two took the elevator down to the first floor.

Juan's expression immediately became aggrieved, "This Ron is really lawless. Who would believe that the money was given by someone else and picked up? If he can't prove the money for the car, then the money is forfeited." There is a problem, maybe it is the black money he collected as the FBI."

"Shut up!" Wyatt shouted with bloodshot eyes.

"Uh..." Juan shut his mouth aggrieved when he saw Wyatt's expression of choosing someone to eat.

The two got into the car, and Wyatt took out a cigarette irritably and lit it, took a deep puff, and after a while, exhaled a puff of white smoke.

Perhaps the movement was too much, twitching his swollen right cheek, and he gasped, with a pained expression on his face.

Juan felt the burning pain from his brow bone, and the hatred in his heart grew stronger.

He hesitated to speak, but in the end, he couldn't hold back, "Boss, you won't believe his nonsense, will you?"

Wyatt said a little dullly: "So what if you don't believe it, so what if you believe it? Do you believe that he can really get someone to prove that someone sent him money."

"As long as it is a living person, we can continue to investigate and investigate all sources of income of the person who gave him money."

Wyatt glanced at Juan, who was full of confidence, and sneered, "Huh? Who said it can only be a living person?"

Juan's eyes widened, "Could it be...Could it be that there are dead people giving him money?"

Wyatt sneered and said, "You're really right. If you continue to investigate him, maybe there will be a dead person to prove it to him. At that time, we don't know if we will be ordered to investigate!"

When Juan heard this, a gust of cold air rushed straight from the tailbone to Tianling Gai.

"Boss, you can't joke, can you?"

"What do you think!" Wyatt threw the cigarette butt out of the window and cursed in a low voice, "Damn it, I was tricked!"

Only then did Juan realize the danger of their mission.

Regardless of everyone's shocked gazes, Ron went to the bathroom to send a text message to the deputy chief, Gilbert.

He felt that what happened today was by no means a coincidence, and someone should be messing with him.

Otherwise, it's been almost a month, and the IRS has just come to the door suddenly, so there may be some conspiracy in it.

According to the special status of their investigation bureau, when will it be the turn of the IRS to collect black money?

What's more, he didn't take any black money from anyone at all. At best, he was robbing the rich and giving to the poor, which was more just than buying for zero yuan.

The ones who robbed at zero yuan were civilians, but the ones he robbed were drug dealers. Can the nature be the same?
　Thanks for the support of Wujidao and Lost Shadow. . .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)