Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Los Angeles, IRS Ron Special Operations Team Headquarters, Ron sat in his office chair in a daze.

Three days had passed since Peggy's arrival. He woke up the next morning in a strange hotel room, and all his memories after he fainted disappeared, except for a vague memory of a dream.

In the dream, there are Princess Elsa from Frozen, Princess Jasmine from Aladdin, Jasmine from Beauty and the Beast, etc., without exception, they all have Peggy’s face, just like Peggy is doing cosplay. .

And when he woke up, Peggy had already disappeared, leaving only an unbranded, ugly-looking mobile phone on the table, which was left by Peggy.

There was only one message on it that confirmed the fact that Peggy had been here: If you miss me in the future, use this phone to contact me (kiss emoticon).

In addition, even if Ron used his authority to check all the surveillance cameras from Peggy's home, to the California Institute of Technology laboratory, to the hotel, he could not find Peggy's existence!

She was like a ghost. Except for the new mobile phone in Ron's hand and the somewhat vague memory, there was nothing to prove that she had been there. Even when Ron was unconscious, the supermarket in front of Peggy's house was still there. She was photographed going shopping.

But as a UTO agent, Ron still discovered a flaw in the surveillance footage: the video that had been recorded long ago was playing in a loop!

Is this girl too careful?

However, thinking about the Prism scandal in the United States, it seemed that it had only been a few years ago. Ron felt that Peggy's careful measures were taken for granted. A hacker of her level would definitely encounter all kinds of trouble once exposed. .

It's better to be an ordinary person like you are now.

Unconsciously, the sun was already a bit dazzling, and Ron finally lazily moved his chair slightly to the side to prevent himself from being exposed to the sun, but even if he turned over, he still couldn't fall asleep.

"Well, it seems I'm really bored, Andy, is there any interesting work that can cheer me up recently?"

Ron sat up helplessly. He was in a daze in the huge office. Andy used his funds to buy a set of the most expensive coffee machine while making coffee and reading the newspaper.

If it weren't for the fact that Hank was still maintaining the guns, Ron's special operations team would look like a retirement center.

Andy put down the newspaper and pushed up his glasses: "BOSS, we collected a total of 21.1 million U.S. dollars in taxes from the operation codenamed 'Fried Chicken' this month. After deducting the portion turned over and daily expenses such as wages and bonuses for the whole year, the funds are also There are more than 5 million left.

All the KPIs for the entire year have been completed, shouldn’t we enjoy some leisure time now? I remember you promised before that if this big drug lord could be caught, all employees could enjoy half a year's leave. "

Ron was speechless. This was indeed what he said during the mobilization. Now he not only received taxes from Uncle Fried Chicken, but also far exceeded the 10 million tax collection set by Francis for him in the first year. US dollar indicator.

"But even if we complete the annual mission goal, we can't relax. Look at what you look like now. I don't remember when my special operations team was changed into a retirement center!"

This is not my special operations team!

"Well, if you really want to find out something, there might be something interesting in that pile of information." Andy picked up the pile of paper on the coffee machine and handed it to Ron, saying in a coaxing tone.

"These are shared intelligence recently received from the FBI. They are basically some recent case files. I read them as crime novels when I am bored."

Ron couldn't help feeling angry, but as he upheld the traditional Chinese virtues of respecting the elderly and loving the young, he couldn't get angry at this old man. Andy was even several years older than his father, George Sr.

What's more, after the arrival of Andy, who is proficient in financial knowledge, Jean took over a lot of financial work that required calculations from Ron, which made his job much easier, so he had no time to be bored.

"Let me see what interesting things have happened recently." Ron had no choice but to greet Hank and pass the time together with the intelligence shared by the FBI. They looked at it and complained at the same time.

"The gunfight at Vespucci Beach? Needless to say, it must have been those gangsters who were car thieves who divided the stolen goods and started fighting again. Just let those gangsters be beaten to death. Anyway, when they got the money, they would all buy it into drugs. Not a penny of tax.”

"A well-known gangster choked to death in his own swimming pool? Get rid of it. Is the FBI too busy now to even care about such trivial matters? It's not surprising that some people can't swim these days~"

…

As Ron spoke, he crumpled the useless information he had read into waste paper and threw it into the trash can far away, just like playing basketball, but suddenly, Hank seemed to have gone crazy and threw the Ron picked up the waste paper he had just thrown away.

Hank looked at the photo on the intelligence and muttered: "This is Harry! I know this person!"

"What? What's the problem with this?" Ron approached. It was an ordinary robbery-death case. The deceased was an old man or a lame man who worked as a consultant for a private security company.

The cause of death shown in the intelligence was that he was shot to death by a gangster who robbed a car. Ron didn't see anything unusual.

Hank nodded heavily: "This old guy is my father's comrade. They served together in Vietnam. He is an out-and-out old bastard. But even though his legs are paralyzed, believe me, he will never be A drug addict can easily be killed with a gun!"

"Maybe his old eyesight is dizzy?" Ron shrugged nonchalantly, still not taking it seriously. This kind of case is so common in Los Angeles, there are several every day.

"No! My father went to the shooting range with this old guy just last week. At a distance of twenty meters, this old guy used a pistol with ten rings. Do you think those street gangsters can deal with such a ruthless character? ?"

Hank shouted loudly with the crumpled intelligence, and Ron immediately realized that there must be a big problem with this case: "Andy, contact the FBI immediately and ask them to send me a copy of the relevant information on this case."

"No problem, BOSS."

Ron turned to Hank with sharp eyes. The capable IRS agent finally came back online: "Do you think this was a premeditated murder?"

"Obviously." Hank pointed to the bullet holes in the photos of the scene and said: "Look, the ballistic analysis said that the bullet holes in the car door were caused by .45-caliber pistol bullets. Harry just happened to have a collector's edition of M1911 at any time. He had it with him, but no trace of the gun was found at the scene.”

"Maybe the gangsters took away his gun and then killed him?" Andy interjected and shared the story.

"No way," Hank retorted: "Harry is a master with guns. Do you think you have a chance to grab Ron's gun and kill him?"

Andy rolled his eyes and stopped talking, grabbed Ron's gun and killed him? I think you think I can't die quickly enough.