Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"No! Of course not!" Hank shook his head quickly.

He was deeply shocked by Ron's powerful fighting power. At this time, Hank finally realized that Ron seemed to have mentioned a great name just now. What was it called? Guzman?

Hank was shocked. Could this guy in front of him be involved in the capture of Guzman? The more Hank thought about it, the more likely it seemed, but now was obviously not the time to ask.

"So, what should we do now?" Hank saw several other big men standing up who were drinking. They touched their waists and looked here with an evil look. Maybe they were in the same group!

"boom!"

"IRS is on duty. If you don't want to die, please behave!" As if by magic, a pistol suddenly appeared in Ron's hand. He shot a bottle on the bar and shattered it. The fragments and wine flew everywhere, and several people who had planned to take action The strong man immediately became honest.

Ron nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, this is Daddy's good boy. Come on, babies, put all your toys on the table. It's best not to make any small moves, otherwise I may get nervous, and mine The gun went off when he was nervous.

I swear, I don’t have any thoughts of violent law enforcement, really~"

It was okay if Ron didn't say anything, but when he did, several big men moved faster and took out various types of guns from their bodies and placed them on the table. They were afraid that Ron's pistol would go off and hit their heads if they moved slowly.

In response, Hank could only give a thumbs up, with a big "accept" written on his expression.

Hank's original intention of inviting Ron here was partly to investigate the case, but mostly he wanted to use the gangsters here to practice his courage, which was already frightened at the border.

Now, although his main plan has failed, it seems that the courage that was a little frightened has been cured. With such a powerful colleague fighting alongside him, Hank really doesn't know what else to be afraid of.

If we must be afraid, it should be those drug cartels.

"Call people and ask your men to take them back for questioning, especially the supply channels of the previous family. Look at the unlucky appearance of these idiots. They are not high-end people who are capable of making drugs. Talent.”

"Boy! Whatever you're looking at, I'm talking about you!" Ron cursed and pointed his gun at a big man who stared at him unconvinced: "Let me ask you, do you know what potassium permanganate can produce when heated? "

The big man squatting on the ground raised his head, looking confused: "What is potassium permanganate?"

"You must have gone to a public high school, right? This damn happy education~" Ron vowed that when he has a child, he must take him back to China to go to school, so as not to become a waste of this happy education.

He looks as if he has taken hormones, but in fact his brain is full of farmyard manure.

Hank came back after making the call: "Our people will be here in ten minutes, what are your next orders?"

He didn't realize that the tone of his speech was completely that of a subordinate speaking to a superior. From just now, he had been following Ron's orders, and Ron's performance had conquered him unknowingly.

"The rest is all up to you," Ron handed the pistol to Hank's hand casually: "I will also take my troubled brother to their principal to apologize. I promised my mother."

After saying that, Ron walked away like a normal person. Hank smiled bitterly in his heart. This guy really gave himself a problem. How could he see through so many people~

Seeing the evil star leaving, the big men who had already calmed down looked at each other and seemed to be ready to make a move. Hank immediately and unceremoniously knocked out the front teeth of the nearest big man with the handle of his gun, causing his mouth to bleed with blood. Staring at Hank fiercely.

But Hank was completely unmoved: "Hey, don't think that because that guy left, I will be easy to bully. Let me tell you, I am a DEA detective. I was the one who killed the butcher who was very prominent some time ago. I You are welcome to be the next one, if you think you are qualified!"

As a veteran who has dealt with various drug dealers for a long time, no one understands the nature of these drug dealers better than Hank. Civilized law enforcement is all in vain. If you really believe in it, you will be eaten by these scum in no time. Not even a bone is left.

Only by being more ruthless than them can we suppress them.

Ron, who was secretly observing at the door, nodded with satisfaction at Hank's performance. At first, Ron looked down on Hank because of his chubby figure, but looking at his previous record of killing Tucu and his methods of suppressing these guys, I'm not a pedantic person, maybe I can dig a corner and bring him under my command?

But these are things that need to be considered in the future. Now he is hungry and plans to go home and eat a meal of love made by his mother.

In the apartment, Sheldon was still angry and locked himself in the room. Leonard shouted into the room: "Sheldon, your mother made lunch~"

"I'm not hungry!" Sheldon's voice came from the room.

Mary beckoned Leonard back to the table: "Leonard, don't worry about it. He is very stubborn. He will stay in the room until he is satisfied."

Penny complained: "That doesn't seem like a bad thing."

"Let me tell you, I love that kid very much, but he is really difficult to get along with." Mary looked at Penny helplessly, without any sign of anger. She knew very well what kind of virtue her son was.

Mary turned her head and faced Rajesh, who had been silent all this time: "I made some chicken. I hope you won't treat it as a sacred animal."

Rajesh suffered 10,000 points of critical damage, but luckily Ron arrived home in time, easing his embarrassment.

“Mom, in India, only cows are sacred animals. To be precise, only the zebu native to India is. It’s like racial discrimination among animals, and other cows are just like that.

In fact, India is also one of the largest beef exporters in the world. "

Howard came over and high-fived Ron skillfully: "Hey, man, why are you talking more and more like Sheldon?"

Ron shrugged: "No way, that chatterbox is not here, there has to be someone to take on the role of science popularizer. If you don't mind, maybe we can take shifts, so it doesn't matter if the idiot can't get out of his stupid room. Anyone can take his place anyway.”

"Ron, you are not allowed to talk about your brother like that, he..." Mary lectured in a stern tone, but before she even finished speaking, Sheldon came out of the room angrily.

Like a big cock that had been robbed of its harem, he glared at Ron angrily.

"I am the smartest scientist in this room, a scientist destined to win the Nobel Prize! I cannot be replaced by just anyone!"

Ron completely ignored Sheldon's angry gaze and looked at Mary with a slight smile.

As if to say, look, even though you are our mother, I am the one who knows Sheldon best.