Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"What do I have to say? This is your case. I'm just assisting from the side. If Anonymous hadn't called me, I wouldn't have even come. You continue~"

Ron waved his hand, indicating to Hobbes that he was just a passerby.

When Hobbes was at a loss, his men came again and brought a well-dressed old man: "Sorry, BOSS, this is Mr. Arthur Cass, he is..."

"I'm the chairman of this bank. Nice to meet you, Agent Hobbs," the old man introduced himself before the police officer finished his introduction. As he said that, he took a few steps forward and extended his hand.

At the same time, Ron, who was originally blocked by Hobbs' huge body, was also exposed to his sight. The corner of the old man's eye that Hobbs saw twitched violently.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Cass, long time no see." Ron didn't wait for Hobbes to say anything, stood up and greeted Cass, and took the initiative to shake hands with Cass.

Hobbes' hand, which was originally ready to shake, could only freeze in mid-air in embarrassment: "Do you know each other?"

"Of course, Mr. Cass is a giant in the banking industry in Los Angeles, a pioneer in the fight against tyranny and taxation. Thanks to him, we were unable to collect much tax from the pockets of these banking giants last year~"

Ron said with a half-smiling expression: "If this were the time of the War of Independence, Mr. Cass might still be able to claim the title of freedom fighter, and I would probably become a lackey of the tyrannical British government~ Right, dear?" Mr. Cass?"

As we all know, Ron's job is to collect taxes for the financial department, but there are always some people who will rely on their status as capitalists to openly use various means to avoid taxes, so that Ron's actual tax amount is not as rich as imagined. .

Among them, these respected bankers are the most important.

After all, they come from a financial background, and all kinds of financial means are as simple as drinking water for them, such as buying art and setting up various charitable foundations. Some of them are unable to pay what they should. Put the tax back into your pocket.

But there was nothing Ron could do against them, because all their methods were in compliance with the law.

"Of course not," Mr. Cass quickly denied: "I want to ask, is this case..."

"I am in charge of this case," Hobbes took the initiative to answer before he finished asking: "Don't worry, I will keep an eye on them here, and when the time is right, I will take them all down. They won't get a penny from them." Don’t even try to take it from the bank.”

"Is there any other information you need us to know?"

"No, I just came here to see if I could help," Cass said nervously. This reaction seemed a bit abnormal to Ron: "Did they ask for anything?"

"They want a plane." Hobbes was about to speak, but Ron spoke first, at the same time. He kept scanning his eyes back and forth over Cass.

He smelled something unusual.

"Do you need me to prepare one for you?" Mr. Cass blurted out almost without thinking.

A room full of people fell silent at the same time, and everyone stared at him in confusion.

If the robber wants a plane, are you kidding me about giving him a plane?

"I'm sorry, I may have misunderstood." Mr. Cass quickly apologized for his confusion.

"It's okay, Mr. Cass. If we need it, where can we find you?" Hobbes frowned. He was already ready to drive them away. Fortunately, the old man was sensible enough and answered immediately:

"There are my people everywhere here. I will stay nearby for a while and won't disturb you."

After saying that, he walked out of the command room shakily on crutches.

The old man here had just left Hobson and immediately said seriously: "Ron, this is a bit abnormal."

"It's not normal. What are you talking about?" Ron looked calm on the surface, but he was shocked in his heart. Did this stupid bear also find something wrong?

"Normally, these stingy capitalists will try their best to ask us to protect their property. To this end, they will even use their connections to blackmail us. I have never seen such a talkative capitalist."

Hobbs said with emotion that he had handled similar cases before, but those were capitalists who had suffered losses. They never cared about the life and death of the police and detectives. They relied on their connections in the political arena and kept giving them orders. He This is the first time I have met such an easy-to-talk person.

Ron continued calmly: "So what do you think is the reason?"

"Maybe this Mr. Cass is a good man?" Hobbes gave an answer that made him laugh.

The tension in Ron's heart immediately dissipated. Sure enough, the big stupid bear was indeed a big stupid bear. It was even harder for him to figure it out on his own than to expect Sheldon to be reasonable.

"Of course, even though he cheated on his wife, kept a lover, hired murderers, maliciously slandered his competitors, and tried every means to evade taxes, I know he must be a good person. You are right, Hobbes, continue to stick to your idea."

Ron looked at Hobbes pitifully as if he were a fool, making her feel uncomfortable all over.

"What? Did I say something wrong?"

"No, of course not." Ron felt the phone vibrating in his pocket, patted Hobbs on the shoulder, and immediately left with a pee: "You stay here and keep an eye on it while I go to the bathroom."

The guy here didn't just leave the command vehicle, he immediately walked to a camera, took out his cell phone from a blind spot and called Taiji.

Taj is a good friend of Toretto. From the operation in Brazil to now, he has had many contacts with Ron. Among all the hackers Ron knows, this is the second most powerful hacker after Peggy and Ramsey. exist.

"Taj, what happened to the information I just asked you to check for me?"

As soon as Mr. Cass entered the command vehicle, Ron secretly sent a text message asking Taiji to check Mr. Cass's information. It was Taiji's phone number just now.

"Hey, Ron, you'll never guess what I found." Taiji's rap-like voice sounded in the receiver: "I found out that Mr. Cass is actually one of Mossad's targets. He is in He played a very disgraceful role in World War II, but because there was no evidence, Mossad only listed him as a person of concern and took no further action."

"This is interesting~" A playful expression appeared on Ron's face. His thoughts were becoming clearer and clearer now. This robbery was like a specially planned bureau.

At first, he thought it was the idiots from the FBI who got into the game, but now it seems that this game is a trap specially designed for Mr. Cass.

"Can I know what he did at that time? We don't need conclusive evidence. If Mossad can't find it, we can't find it either. All we need is rumors."