Daily life of an American TV drama agent

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Jack raised his head and looked at Ron's tall figure and asked hesitantly. Ian quickly explained his confusion: "This is my training officer, Ron."

"Hello, sir." Jack straightened up. Ron waved his hand to signal him to relax, and then went to comfort the victim girl. Taking this opportunity, Jack quickly thanked his good friend.

"Thank you, Ian. If you hadn't come here, I think it would have taken a lot of effort to deal with these two guys."

Jack stretched out his hand, intending to shake it, but unexpectedly he was hugged by Ian. Ron squinted his eyes, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that something was wrong with Ian.

On the other side of the alley, Jack's black officer walked in from the other side with a smile. For some reason, his smile gave Ron a very unpleasant feeling.

What was even more unpleasant was that the guy actually put all the cash found on the two gangsters into his own wallet. Ron's eyes trembled, but he did not speak.

What does the FBI have to do with the IRS? Ron was originally here to help today.

After a brief interlude, Ron received a text message, and then his face flashed with joy. He casually dropped Ian in a neighborhood with a lot of drug dealers, called him a baptism on the street, and then drove The car disappeared in a flash.

Originally, Ron had been in agony recently by several women over who he wanted to celebrate Valentine's Day with, but the text message just now provided him with a new choice. If he couldn't afford to offend him, couldn't he still avoid it?

Ron didn't drive home, but drove all the way to the airport and bought the nearest ticket to New York.

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At the New York Airport, a frail-looking Chinese-American boy was playing with his mobile phone in the long line at the border crossing. He was playing a very popular detective game recently, Detective Master.

An exclusive community for global reasoning enthusiasts. Many people upload real cases for everyone to discuss. It has miraculously improved the crime detection rate in some areas.

The most interesting thing is that not one of the detective rankings is an official from each country, which makes more professionals sneer at this.

For example, Ron expressed his dissatisfaction with this ranking list. What credibility can an online community ranking list for amateurs have for their own entertainment?

And the Chinese boy's name was impressively ranked second on the list.

But just when he was playing with his mobile phone, the customs police impatiently knocked on the window. Tai Feng raised his head blankly, and it turned out that it was him.

"What is the purpose of your coming to the United States?" The black policeman took the passport document from Tai Feng and asked cautiously. However, Tai Feng became nervous and relapsed into his old habit, stuttering again.

"I...I..." I didn't say the next words for a while.

The black policeman simply changed to the northeastern dialect of China: "What are you doing here?"

"Come to the wedding." Tai Feng took out a Chinese wedding invitation, and the customs police who were familiar with Chinese traditional culture immediately stamped his passport without hesitation.

"Tai Feng~" As soon as Tai Feng came out of seclusion, he saw Ron, who had met once in Thailand, standing in the hall and waving to him.

Tai Feng asked in surprise: "You...you...you're here too?"

"Of course, how could I not come to such a great event as my senior brother's wedding?" Ron stretched out his hand and shook his hand: "We meet again, welcome to the United States."

Ron smiled meaningfully.

Ever since he received Tang Ren's text message, he had been sitting non-stop for six hours to arrive in New York. By the time he arrived, with the three-hour time difference, it had already turned into night, so he simply stayed in a hotel next to the airport.

"I... Where are my cousin and others?"

"How do I know? Maybe I'm waiting outside the airport." Ron said nonchalantly.

The movie "Detective Chinatown 2" was relatively close to the time when he time traveled, and he still remembered most of the plot. Of course, he knew that the so-called wedding was just a scam by Tang Ren, just to trick Qin Feng into coming with him. Participate in detective conventions and earn bonuses.

But after having his own existence, Tang Ren actually sent him an invitation and tricked him into coming. I don't know what he was doing. He couldn't be planning to use his special identity to investigate the case, right?

The more Ron thought about it, the more he felt that it was very possible with Tang Ren's unscrupulous character!

But Ron didn't mind being taken advantage of by Tang Ren occasionally.

Just as Tang Ren planned to use his identity to facilitate the investigation of the case, Ron of course also had his own plans.

The New Year is coming soon. Although the Spring Festival is not celebrated in the United States, Ron, who adheres to traditional Chinese concepts, still feels that as the captain of the IRS special operations team, he needs to set an example for his subordinates by doing a big business first and then a A good start.

For example, the gangsters in Chinatown are a good choice. Thinking of this, Ron couldn't help but show a charming smile, which made several nympho girls in the airport scream.

"Let's go quickly. Maybe he has some surprises in store for you." Ron pushed Qin Feng and pushed him out of the airport gate.

Outside, two burly black men had been waiting there. As soon as they saw Qin Feng coming out, they immediately took out a big black bag and covered his head.

However, they ran into trouble when they planned to deal with Ron in the same way.

As soon as the two big black men raised their hands, they were immediately pressed against their chins by two cold metal pipes: "Be careful, my friends, my pistol has not been maintained for a long time. If it accidentally goes off, I won't do it." Responsible."

The two big men immediately raised their hands very skillfully, and at the same time they were still wondering, how did this guy bring the pistol on the plane?

Of course, Ron couldn't tell them the secret of his personal space. He just pulled down the sack on Qin Feng's head who was about to break free: "Don't be nervous, he is still yours. Now, take me to your employer. "

An extended SUV drove to the door and stopped. Two big black men escorted Taifeng and got in first. Before Ron could get into the car, he heard Tang Ren's roaring voice inside.

"Surprise! How about it? Old Qin, surprise or not!" Tang Ren said happily: "Wait, where is my junior brother?"

"I'm here," Ron rubbed his ears and got into the car. Apart from Tang Ren, there were two rows of beauties of various colors sitting in the car. Tang Ren sat in the middle, wearing a baseball cap and all the shit. Yellow animal fur, the more you dress up, the more rustic you will be.

Like a nouveau riche who just won the lottery.

"Long time no see, senior brother, your dress is still so tasteless~"