Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Compton is probably the worst neighborhood in Los Angeles, bar none, even though the police are almost here. Gangs are rampant, drugs are rampant, violent crime remains high, and there's a murder almost every week.

This has already been reported.

As for those who did not report the crime and were killed and then dumped directly in the wasteland, there were more.

If this doesn't give you an intuitive feeling, let's put it another way: Two blocks north from here is Max's house, and one street to the west is where the Gallagher family used to live. Put it this way, I believe you will have a general understanding of the security here.

Even under normal circumstances, you have to be extra careful when passing by here during the day, let alone at night.

And now, Ron was standing behind a restaurant on this street. Not far away, there was his target and a gang that the target person had joined.

"Next time you have a job, you must make it clear in advance whether there is any work that requires undercover work. If so, you must pay more!" Ron said viciously.

The target undercover police officer gave him a strange look: "What did you just say? I didn't hear clearly."

"It's nothing, I'm talking to myself." Ron blurted out.

Of course he wasn't talking to himself, he was talking to Finch on the other side of the hidden earphone. Rise was shot and couldn't do any strenuous exercise, but now someone needs to be an undercover gangster, so this job naturally falls. On to Ron.

"Of course it's no problem, but I'm surprised. Is it so easy to enter a gang undercover? I think it took the undercover policeman a long time to gain their trust."

"I am different from him. He is a core member who has gained the trust of the boss, and I am just a temporary spare tire because one of his subordinates had his leg broken. Or, to be more precise, I am called cannon fodder. It is a one-time use. Supplies, in most cases, if what they are doing is very confidential, I will be killed with one shot regardless of whether it is successful or not. Only the dead can keep secrets best, right?"

Ron raised his collar, covering his speaking mouth and whispered.

"Then maybe I should tell you that the boss just answered a phone call, which made him very unhappy. Judging from my eavesdropping, someone informed him that an undercover agent had sneaked in. You have to be careful."

Ron said relaxedly: "It doesn't matter. Anyway, my suspicion should be the smallest among them. You should be more worried about the police officer."

"Why?"

"Because I just joined today, no undercover agent would start operations so quickly, and they themselves know that the undercover agent will not be discovered by them so quickly, so the main objects of suspicion are only his original subordinates, me? At most It’s a side dish.”

Ron had no sense of crisis at all about the difficulties he was about to face, which made Finch somewhat lose his sense of participation.

"OK, come in with me now, talk less, do more, new guy! If you do well, I will let you officially join us."

The boss patted Ron on the shoulder and led them into the restaurant through the back door and directly into the back kitchen, where a group of chefs had been waiting for a long time.

The chefs each had a pistol, and it was obvious at first glance that they were not good people, which made Ron wonder who would eat here.

"How many times have I invited you to dinner and you always keep talking about business."

"Business is so good, I don't have time to eat." The white-haired chef opposite was indifferent to the boss's greetings, but casually scratched the rice bag next to him, and the rice flowed out. Just when Ron didn't know who the other party was. What does it mean?

The gray-haired chef ground the rice with a kitchen knife, grinding the rice into powder and pushing it this way. The boss took a little and stuffed it into his mouth: "The product is very good."

It turned out that this was drugs disguised as rice. I couldn't tell, but the cooks were quite imaginative. They actually thought of hiding drugs in this way. Ron would never have thought of it if he hadn't demonstrated it to Ron himself.

But just as one of his men was about to take away the rice, the chef suddenly put his hand on the bag: "I'm thinking that you and I should renegotiate the deal."

"In our business, starting to think is the beginning of danger, my friend." The boss warned in his eyes, but the other party turned a blind eye.

"Or I can hand the goods directly to LOS and put you out."

The ground cleared, and everyone took out their guns and pointed at each other at the same time. The atmosphere suddenly became tense. Ron felt a little headache. There won't be another fight tonight, right?

It's really troublesome~LOS, the recipient of the drugs, the person at the sales terminal, the latest drug seller who has emerged. Ron guessed that he was also a pawn of the CIA, but Uncle Fried Chicken said that he did not know this person.

If Uncle Fried Chicken is not lying, then this person is probably the new person promoted by the CIA to replace Uncle Fried Chicken.

Because Ron began to collect taxes from Uncle Fried Chicken, and Uncle Fried Chicken himself had selfish motives, the CIA's income in Los Angeles dropped significantly. It was not surprising that this happened, but what was surprising was that it took so long to come.

There are only two possibilities for this situation, either the person who came before was secretly killed by Uncle Fried Chicken, or the cake in the Los Angeles market is too big, and the internal forces of the CIA have only now reached a result.

Considering that the strength of Uncle Fried Chicken's men was just that, there was no way they could compare with the CIA's professional agents, Ron was more inclined to the second possibility.

"Okay, okay, is this good? How about I give you something extra? Just for you." The boss moved the pistol away and slowly raised it above his head to show that he had no intention of harming the other party.

However, just when the other party relaxed their vigilance, they suddenly shot!

"Bang bang bang..." This shot was like a drop of cold water in a frying pan. The room suddenly exploded. Everyone began to fire at each other as hard as they could, but Ron's side took the lead. Taking advantage of the situation and having the strength in numbers, they immediately gained the upper hand.

"Bang!" Ron lazily killed an idiot who pointed the gun at himself with a single shot, and then continued to enter fishing mode.

Although he was not using the revolver that he was best at, he still burned several boxes of bullets at the shooting range every day. No matter how bad his shooting skills were, he was still far better than the gangsters next to him. What's more, at this distance, Ron didn't miss at all. possible.

"Da da da..." I don't know if it was because of revenge for his own people. The fat man lying on the ground angrily fired a string of bullets at Ron with a submachine gun. Ron quickly hid behind the cabinet and was thinking about whether to expose his strength and kill that man. The undercover officer suddenly gave him a shove when he was a blind bastard.

"Let's go!"

On the other side, several men took advantage of the shooting and fighting to grab the drugs in their arms and were running away from the door.

In this situation, there was nothing left for Ron to miss, so of course he ran away.

"Newcomer, drive quickly!" When everyone got in the car, the boss slapped him hard on the back of his seat. Everyone was already in the car. Except for an unlucky guy who was shot in the leg, there was no one on his side. One person was injured.

This was simply a miracle in such a close-range gunfight. If he hadn't known that both sides were really jealous, he would have doubted whether the other party was cooperating.

The car drove into a warehouse under the command of the boss, but there was no one to pick them up. They put the shot idiot on the sofa. Undercover policeman Daniel said strangely: "I thought we were going to see LOS, boss."

"That's right, but you need to take a break in the middle." The boss signaled with his eyes. The subordinate next to him took out a bag and came to them: "Hand over all your weapons and destroy your mobile phones immediately. Quick, if anyone has any questions, I promise Send him to God now.”

With that said, the other subordinates who had received the order long ago pointed their guns at Ron, the undercover policeman Daniel, the unlucky guy lying on the sofa who kept wailing, and a bearded man.

"Of course it's no problem. You are the boss, so of course you have the final say." Ron was the first to throw the gun into the bag, then threw the phone on the ground and trampled it into pieces, laughing secretly in his heart.

Anyway, he has system space. As long as he needs it, let alone a pistol, he will pull out a big thing and show it to you in a minute.

The boss nodded calmly. Although he couldn't remove the suspicion yet, he had to say that he liked Ron more.

Immediately afterwards, several other people followed suit and handed over their weapons one by one. Except for the unlucky guy who was shot, he was handed over by someone else. The boss walked up to them and said: "One of you is a policeman, one or two Within an hour, I will know who he is, and those who survive will continue to deliver goods with me. Now, wait for the judgment of fate, you bastards."

"No problem, boss. When I catch the undercover later, I will tear him up for you without you having to do anything. I hate the second- and fifth-year-olds the most in my life~" Ron said like a flattering little man.

"Help me! Please help me!"

The gangster who was shot in the leg interrupted Ron's flattery. Daniel couldn't bear to hear it and stepped forward to check his wound: "We should call an ambulance for him, otherwise he won't be able to survive for long. The bullet damaged the aorta." .”

And Ron saw with sharp eyes that when Daniel was checking the wound, he inadvertently put his mobile phone into his pocket. When he destroyed the mobile phone, he was the only one who missed him because everyone's attention was on the injured person. , no one noticed except Ron, who couldn't help but put a smile on his lips.

"No one can go out until I find the undercover! We'll wait until we find the undercover." The boss dropped a word and walked to the side.

"At least we can keep him quiet," one of the men poured the drug into the water and handed it to him: "Drink it."

After drinking it, he became quieter and the scene returned to silence.

"Ron, how is the situation over there?" Finch called into the earphone after hearing no response for a long time: "I heard him say that he could find the undercover agent in an hour or two. How did he find him?"

Ron's headphones were hidden, and the microphone was disguised as the first button on his collar. Ron tapped on the buttons rhythmically and replied in Morse code: "How else can you find it? Of course with us I'm thinking the same thing, go to the archives and steal the files, or take them out directly, anyway, the Los Angeles police are terrible, I don't think they will have anyone in the police station."

He learned this trick from the movie Infernal Affairs. Anyway, Ron was confident that he could kill them all, so he naturally didn't worry about being discovered. However, this sneaky feeling was still extremely exciting. To use an inappropriate metaphor, it was like It's like playing with other people's wives in front of their husbands.

What's funny is that no one noticed that he was chatting with people in Morse code, including Daniel, who should know Morse code.

However, Ron understood at a glance that Daniel was putting his hands in his pockets. Thinking of his previous actions, he should be using his mobile phone to send a message to his responder under his clothes.

Finch was anxious: "Then what should we do?! If we find the file, he will find Daniel immediately."

"No, it won't happen. I already took that file out of the police station in the morning. Don't worry, they won't find anything." Of course Ron didn't just do nothing after leaving Finch behind. He had already done it. Ready.

Time passed by, and the boss didn't wait for the call to reveal his identity as an undercover agent. He began to become anxious and paced back and forth in the warehouse, like a trapped animal. His eyes were constantly looking at Ron and the others. Looking back and forth on his body.

Suddenly, he noticed something unusual.

"The number of mobile phones on the ground is wrong. Which of you collected that guy's mobile phone?" The boss pointed to the cold corpse of the injured. Just an hour ago, he died of excessive blood loss while under drug anesthesia.

The subordinates looked at each other in shock. Seeing this, the boss immediately started to search his mobile phone. Of course, the search came up empty.

"Where is his cell phone?" the boss asked.

Ron spread his hands and said relaxedly: "Who knows~"

"Maybe it would be easier for me to just kill you guys." The boss looked unkind: "But luckily, you bastards, it shouldn't be difficult to find his mobile phone."

The boss took out his mobile phone to call him. Ron clearly saw the muscles in Daniel's body collapse and was already prepared for the worst. He only waited for the phone to ring before making a last-ditch effort.

The battle is about to begin.

The boss found the unlucky guy's phone number, took one last look at them, and pressed the dial button.

But the most interesting thing came, the cell phone ringing sounded on the confidant behind him.

"It's you!" The boss glared angrily. He never thought that his most trusted subordinate turned out to be an undercover policeman!

As he said that, all the guns were immediately pointed at the subordinate.

The confidant took a few steps back in panic: "Boss, it's not me! It's really not me!"

The boss asked aggressively: "Then why is the phone on you? What are you doing with the phone?!"

"I don't know... no! I mean I didn't take it, and I don't know why the phone was on me! Someone must have deliberately framed me! Listen to my explanation! Boss! I..."

"boom!"

A flash of fire came out of the boss's gun: "Go and explain to God!"