Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"Okay, that's it for today's meeting." Hank drove away his police officers, took a glass of water for himself, drank it all in one breath and refilled it, and found a small table to sit down.

"What are you doing here again? I have provided you with all the clues I could provide before."

"With all due respect, your subordinates don't seem to be too convinced by you." Ron didn't care at all about Hank's helpless attitude. Instead, he opened his mouth with Sheldon's signature poisonous tongue: "As far as I know, it may be because you have never What do you think about the loss of prestige caused by the desertion at the Mexican border?”

"No! That's not running away, it's just that I want to finish the case here and then report it over there!" Hank retorted loudly. Through the blinds of the window, you can see the police officers watching and eavesdropping outside. .

"The chemical genius who made the blue powder is still on the loose! I have to catch him before I can report over the border!"

"But how long has it been since you last saw it? Twenty days? Or thirty days?" A sarcastic and playful smile appeared on Ron's face, which made Hank even more angry.

"29 days! So what? I don't think the idiot I shot to death has the ability to make such a high-end gadget? If he had this ability, he would have become rich long ago!"

Hank shouted loudly, seemingly talking to Ron, but in fact, he was talking more to those who doubted him outside.

Ron finally put away all his fun, took out a bag of blue powder and shook it in front of Hank: "Congratulations, you guessed it right. Look at this, this is not my previous inventory, but the latest one from Some new gadgets purchased from sources I won’t disclose.

I have done a test, and the purity is exactly the same as the original one, maybe even a little better. It may be that this genius's technology has improved again. Sometimes I think that if I leave him alone, maybe one day I can be able to do it. It may not reach 100%. "

"This..." Hank looked at the powder carefully in the sunlight, and his body couldn't help but tremble with excitement.

When everyone was laughing at him as a coward, someone finally believed his judgment and provided evidence to prove that he was just a responsible and good policeman, not a coward who was afraid of going to the battlefield.

"Can you tell me where you got it?"

Ron shrugged: "You may not believe it, but I didn't buy it locally, but my friend told me that there was a crazy new gadget the next week and sent me a sample. I just discovered that this thing has been here for a long time.”

"Other states?" Hank murmured, even a little disappointed: "Are you trying to say that this genius has gone to another place?"

"No, I guess he's still here, he just has better sales channels, maybe a great sales team, not just in the next state, but our intelligence network found the same thing in several states across the United States, I believe He must have been transported from here.”

"So, would you like me to join your investigation? A joint investigation between the IRS and your DEA, and I will be happy to hand over the last prisoner to you, of course, provided that he pays the full amount of taxes."

Having said this, Ron licked his tongue excitedly. If 30% of the tax is used as a bonus, that is a lot of money, enough to add some new gadgets to his arsenal.

Hank was both excited and confused about Ron's suggestion. What was exciting was that with Ron's strong participation, the case investigation might be much better.

The troubling thing is that according to the usual behavior of the IRS, it is very likely that Ron secretly reached an agreement with him after discovering the criminal, and then only collected taxes without doing any work. The IRS has done this kind of thing before.

But now that Hank needs support, he can only reach out to Ron: "Okay, I promise you, but all our information must be shared, and nothing can be kept privately."

Hank squeezed Ron's hand hard, but the latter was completely unmoved.

This little power was far behind Toretto, and it was still not enough in Ron's eyes.

"Of course~" Ron agreed happily: "Actually, I made some other discoveries in the plane accident before, I think they should be of great use to you..."

Ron briefly explained to Hank the relapse of the daughter of the person responsible for the plane accident. Especially through data comparison, he found that the new tenant of his daughter's house, although his name was different, looked the same as the one who was summoned by Hank before. Jesse is exactly the same.

This is definitely a person!

"The breakthrough lies with this person!" The two looked at each other and smiled.

Hank sincerely extended the invitation: "Hey, your name is Ron, right? I know there is a very good bar nearby. Do you want to go have a drink and chat together?"

Drinking is the most direct way for two men to enhance their friendship. Ron readily agreed. Half an hour later, the two of them were sitting at the bar of a small bar, with a large glass of fresh beer in front of each of them.

Ron was a little disappointed. He thought Jack would take him to a bar with pretty waitresses who could flirt with each other. But what he didn't expect was that the bar Hank took him to didn't even have a pretty waitress, let alone a pretty waitress. None!

All men! This is a beer bar popular with men. The customers are mainly middle-aged men. Nine out of ten are bald like Hank and have a protruding belly. Ron feels that he is out of place here.

"I guess you must have a grudge against me to bring me to a place like this." Ron took a long sip of beer depressedly.

"Man, I'm a family man. I'm no longer interested in prostitution." Hank laughed.

"Then you can't find such a messy place, right?" Ron looked around and felt that it was no better than the restaurant where Max and the others worked. It was even better in terms of chaos. Ron had a bold idea. Guess: "Do you want to..."

"That's right," Hank motioned Ron to look at the two big men in the corner with his eyes: "Believe it or not, those two guys definitely have something."

Ron looked back, just in time to see one of them push something to another person from under the table, and the other person on the table immediately handed over a small handful of change, which he quickly put into his pocket.

An illegal transaction was completed under the noses of two police detectives.

"In a place like this, I wouldn't be surprised even if the bartender has something." Ron was already familiar with this. He and Toretto were at the racing party. He had seen this kind of scene many times: "So, are you going to How? Arrest them on the spot? Do you think that would work?

We all know that they are just little guys who don't know anything. "