Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"Your legs are so sexy, baby~ When are you going to open them for me?"

In the old warehouse in Rio, a frivolous black guy with a mean smile struck up a conversation with Gizelle, who had just come in on a motorcycle, but Gizelle had already learned how to deal with such street gangsters.

Click~

Gizelle immediately pulled out a loaded pistol from his body and put it on the black boy's head: "When I pull the trigger, do you still want me to open it?"

Gizelle smiled, extremely charming, but like a rose with thorns.

On the other end, two Mexicans carrying luggage swaggered in and started taunting him in Spanish.

"It seems you have already met." Toretto finally appeared.

After introducing each other, the most frivolous black guy was the first to ask: "The selection is good. I want to know what the situation is now. They came all the way to find us."

"We have a new job." Toretto smiled mysteriously, and O'Connor began to introduce the situation according to the FBI's habits: "The target's name is Barak. He is in charge of the drug trade in this area. He has never been caught because he has no detention." No written record was ever made.”

"This means that his money is never deposited in the bank?"

"That's right," O'Connor unfolded the map: "His money is everywhere in this city."

"That is to say, we have to empty it out one by one." Toretto continued.

"What?" The frivolous black man was shocked, and spoke at a rap-like speed: "Don't think I don't know, he is the boss of this area, and there are only a few of us?"

"You are simply crazy. You brought us to a completely unfamiliar country and then asked us to loot the biggest gang leader here? Oh my God! I actually thought it was a legitimate business! This sounds more like a personal grudge."

"I won't do legitimate business with you." As the saying goes, the person you know best can be stabbed the hardest. O'Connor's complaints made him feel heartbroken.

"Is that so? I love all of you, but I don't feel comfortable doing this as a personal grudge." After leaving, Roman was the first to turn around and leave.

Toretto had already heard about his character from O'Connor, and smiled softly after hearing this: "We are talking about 100 million US dollars."

"What did you say?" Roman turned back: "You know, sometimes I am too cautious... After all, we have just met..."

The funny look made the others burst into laughter.

"Yes, that's right, 100 million U.S. dollars. We will share half of the money equally. In other words, each person will receive at least 5 million U.S. dollars."

"Okay, I joined, but I want to ask, why only half? What to do with the rest of the money?"

"Of course the rest of the money will be mine." Ron finally arrived belatedly, followed by two guardians, Hank and Arthur, on the left and right, and behind him was an unhappy-looking man pulling everyone's luggage in a small cart. of Carl.

"Long time no see~"

Ron hugged Gizelle and Mia, whom he had known for a long time, and turned to look at Roman: "What? Do you have any objections, kid?"

"Hey, there are only four of you, even if you have children! Why should you share half of the money?" Roman said plausibly: "If you ask me, the money should be shared equally by everyone, don't you think so?"

Roman looked around, looking for people who agreed with him. He thought he would get support from everyone, but except for the two helpless Mexicans, everyone turned their heads and looked around in embarrassment, ignoring him at all. the meaning of.

Are you kidding me? Toretto was taken in by Ron in his early years and he still remembers it fresh. His little friend O'Connor was beaten by Ron not long ago.

In addition, Taiji met him when he was racing underground and knew where he came from. Gizelle was from the CIA and had called Ron in advance before coming this time.

By the way, Gizelle seems to have resigned from the CIA. I wonder if he can be recruited this time. He still trusts Gizelle's combat effectiveness and ability.

"What's the situation?" Roman was a little confused: "This guy is planning to steal your money."

Roman raised his fist and gestured in front of Ron: "Don't think that I will be afraid of you if you bring two bodyguards. Believe it or not, if we fight one on one, Uncle Roman can beat you until you are full of teeth?"

"Hahaha..." Ron laughed so hard that his stomach hurt. This was the funniest joke he had heard this year: "You want to challenge me to a duel?"

"Of course, I mean one against one, not three of you. That's not fair. If you're afraid, you can ask the kid who dragged the luggage to help you. Uncle Roman will be merciful and give you two against one." Opportunity."

Roman thought in his mind while weighing the strength of both sides.

The bald guy looks like he's not easy to mess with at first glance. He's definitely a ruthless guy, so forget it. But the fat guy has a huge weight advantage and may not be able to beat him.

Roman once fought with a fat man. Even if he punched with all his strength, he could only hit waves of flesh on the opponent's body, and the opponent's grapple would make him breathless.

Only this pretty boy looks easier to bully. Although he is tall enough (a head taller than me) and his muscles look very impressive, these are just showmanship from the gym, and they are not as good as the ones I have practiced fighting since I was a child. The ability to come out.

What else could such a good-looking pretty boy do other than sell his butt? Roman maliciously guessed that this one was a gay, and gays were all very afraid of pain.

And if you bring a drag bottle, your combat effectiveness will be reduced by half.

Roman has already made plans. As long as the other party agrees, he will go for the kid as soon as possible. The other party will definitely save the kid, and then the clever Uncle Roman will break his jaw with one punch!

"Haha, you don't need to bring the kids, we can just be one-on-one. If you beat me, I can give you all my share," Ron laughed so hard that tears came out: "You can do it now..."

As he finished speaking, Roman sneakily punched Ron in the eye.

Although this is different from his original plan, it doesn't matter. Didn't I say that sneak attacks can't be carried out? Roman felt proud.

But just when Roman was thinking about defeating Ron with one punch, getting a large sum of money, and winning Gizelle's heart, Ron tilted his head slightly to avoid Roman's inevitable punch.

At the same time, a slap grew bigger and bigger in his eyes.

Pa~

Onana didn't dare to look directly at Roman's miserable condition, but he had been slapped to the ground.

"Didn't your boxing coach teach you not to use your full strength with your fists?" Ron looked down at him condescendingly: "Unless you can be 100% sure of hitting, each punch should have a maximum of five punches. Forget it. Your center of gravity is unstable, I guess no one has ever taught you how to box.”

Oh my God! I was knocked down by a pretty boy? Roman felt insulted and quickly got up and assumed an attacking stance again.

But this time it was much more cautious.

"What? Aren't you going to fight? Then let me attack this time?" Ron smiled.