Daily life of an American TV drama agent

The Smith \u0026 Wesson M237 has a magazine capacity of eight rounds. In actual combat, Ron could lock on up to 6 targets at the same time and still had room to spare, so this time, he wanted to try where his limit is?

Outside the window, the grenade that Ron threw based on his feeling basically caused no harm except causing a little panic for the attackers. Think about it and you know how accurate a grenade that was thrown casually can be?

Ron has no throwing skills.

But just as Ron began to take aim among the attackers, the attacker who had just fallen down for the grenade got up from the ground, quickly picked up the gun and was about to fight back.

But Ron moved one step faster.

One, two, three...six, seven...ten!

Finally, when he sighted the tenth target, Ron felt that his energy was about to be exhausted, and he would be unable to withstand it if he didn't shoot. So, fortunately, there were only twelve people outside, so he pulled the trigger. the trigger.

"Bang..." Ron fired ten shots in an instant. At the same time, the ten corresponding corpses with bullets in their eyebrows lay on the ground with shocked expressions. Only two of the 12 attackers outside were left alive.

However, they were so frightened by Ron's miraculous marksmanship that they didn't even look at him. The assault rifles they held in their arms were fired at Ron wildly, but how accurate could a gun that hadn't even been aimed be?

The bullet almost missed Ron, but he was unscathed. After falling from the second floor, Ron didn't even have the mood to hide. He just stood there and raised his hand to shoot twice, ending the lives of the last two attackers. .

"It's still too reluctant~" After Ron checked that all the attackers had been killed, he rubbed his sore brow: "I should have known it wouldn't be so troublesome."

"Hey, have you seen enough?" Ron turned his head. At some point, Len had sneaked down from upstairs and was peeking behind the low wall of the garden.

"Oh my God, Ron, you are so awesome." After being pointed out by Ron, Ron was not embarrassed at all. He threw himself into Ron's arms like a swallow returning to its nest and pecked him on the face. However, Ron was Pushed away.

"Miss Lai, let's call you this for now, can you tell me why someone gave me a rocket launcher so early in the morning before I finished my breakfast?" Ron walked up to the corpse carrying the rocket launcher and kicked it with his foot. Kicking the corpse: "And there are still two of them. I need a reasonable explanation. Who are they?"

"Ah? They..." Lai's eyes suddenly wandered, and he immediately changed the subject: "They may be part of the human-snake group. I know the location of their company and can take you to take revenge. How about it?" "Lai, I see. Do you look like a fool?" Ron smiled jokingly and stared at Lai with a scrutinizing gaze: "Or should I call you Chen Lai?"

"Haha, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand?" Len took two steps back in a panic, but Ron pressed forward and held her in his arms very intimately, as if he was passionately in love. Like lovers.

"I said, Dear Miss Chen Lai, are you really sure that your father, Mr. Chen He, the leader of the largest smuggler group in Los Angeles, was also in the container transporting the stowaways? Was he put in by his own men?"

Just as Chen Lai would go to the study to look through Ron's things while he was asleep to confirm his identity, of course Ron couldn't really trust him to leave a strange woman alone in his home, even if he had been intimate with her before. touch.

Before going to bed, he had already sent all Lai's information to Ramsey and asked her to help investigate. It was better not to investigate. After investigation, he found that this woman turned out to be the daughter of the boss of the largest smuggling gang in Los Angeles.

Therefore, Ron simply played a trick.

Everything almost happened as written in his script, with the only exception being that he never expected that the person sent to kill him would arrive so quickly, so he was caught off guard.

"You already know?" Chen Lai lowered his head: "Yes, I am that person's daughter, but I really don't want him to continue doing this kind of business anymore."

At this point, Chen Lai was already crying: "Did you know? There are 400 people in each container each time, but only about 300 can reach the United States alive, and almost 100 people die on the road!"

"But aren't there still 300 lucky people who have successfully landed in the United States?" Ron patted her back and comforted: "Maybe they can live the happy life they want from now on?"

Ron said, but he didn't believe it in his heart. After living in the United States for so many years, no one knew better than him what the lives of those stowaways were like.

There are three major sources of illegal immigrants in the United States. The first major category is naturally Latinos smuggled over from the Mexican border. Their composition is complex and includes all kinds of people, including but not limited to Mexicans.

Panama, Venezuela, Brazil... Almost all smugglers in South America cross this border to enter the country. Therefore, a large Latino ethnic group has also been formed in the United States. They stick together and help those who come first, and they become among the smugglers. the first force.

The second largest source is naturally the black people from Africa. As we all know, there is almost no pure land free from poverty in the entire Africa, so the population outflow from Africa is very serious, so serious that it has almost dyed the entire France black. Of course, there is no reason to let it go. Not going to the more developed United States.

The third major source is the vast number of stowaways from Asia. Chen Lai's father was in business with them. A few decades ago, the main force of illegal immigrants were mainly Chinese people. As China's economic strength grows, The stowaways are also gradually becoming of Southeast Asian descent.

Such as Thailand, Malaysia, India, etc.

However, unlike the other two gangs who helped each other after arriving, Mr. Chen gave full play to the unique involution skills of East Asians. All the stowaways who came here almost without exception became free labor in his hands.

As for women, the end is often worse.

"How is it possible? My father sold them all to work in various factories and plantations. They worked at least ten hours a day and only provided life-sustaining food. Anyone who escaped was killed by them.

I have to stop this from happening, can you help me? Ron. "

Chen Lai raised his head, his eyes full of prayer.

"Of course," Ron agreed happily, and Chen Lai was overjoyed. Unfortunately, she was happy too early. Ron's next words directly knocked her mood to the bottom: "So your father should have a lot of money? "

"Ah... I guess so?" Chen Lai wasn't too sure: "Why do you ask this?"

"Of course it's for tax purposes." Ron waved his IRS ID with a serious face: "As far as I know, your father's freight company has been paying taxes as an import trading company, and the tax rate is only seven points, and It’s unreasonable to still get tax refunds from time to time.”

"This is a serious fraud!" Ron said righteously, and he was already happy.

He took you in, acted with you, and even offered his virginity. Is there anyone who really thinks Ron is overly sympathetic? You think Ron is looking at Chen Lai's lust, but in fact he is looking at the bonus!

With the bonus, how many pretty ladies can't handle it?

"By the way, your father has made a lot of dirty money in recent years, right?"

Chen Lai nodded blankly, and she suddenly had a bad feeling, as if she was leading a robber to rob something from her house.

…

In the Port of Los Angeles, the company where the smuggler gang is headquartered, the leader, Mr. Chen, was pacing back and forth in his office while listening to the phone. Five big men, including his most capable subordinate Wall, stood nervously beside him.

Finally, Mr. Chen stopped and hung up the phone. Everyone suddenly became tense.

"Trash! A bunch of trash!" Mr. Chen shouted loudly.

"I have sent fifteen men and asked them to get the best weapons. I really didn't expect that guy to be so skilled. It's my fault, boss."

Wall lowered his head and took the initiative to admit his mistake. Based on his experience, taking the initiative to admit his mistake at this time will result in a lighter punishment from the boss. But what he didn't expect was that as soon as he finished speaking, a water glass was thrown at his head by Mr. Chen.

"Trash!" Mr. Chen yelled angrily: "Is this what I'm talking about?! Who asked you to do it?!"

Blood flowed down Wall's face from the wound, but he didn't even dare to wipe it: "Boss, didn't you tell me to kill him yesterday? I completely followed your order and traced his address through the surveillance system. Then……"

Mr. Chen's face turned red from holding back. He remembered that he had indeed given such an order yesterday, but as a boss, so what if he was wrong?

"Fart! Don't you have any brains? After you find the place, don't you have to use your little head full of shit to find out who the other party is?!"

"Do you know who you provoked? That's the captain of the IRS special operations team, a famous killer. Let alone one of the teams you sent out, it doesn't take him much effort to kill all of you!

He even won the Navy Cross with another soldier named Forrest when he served in Afghanistan! Do you know why he got that medal? "

Obviously, Mr. Chen had much more information about Ron than imagined, and all his subordinates shook their heads together.

"He only used one squad of troops to kill two companies! Two whole companies!" Mr. Chen slapped the table and shouted, but he was extremely frightened: "That god of murder may have already arrived at this time. We’re on the road, what should we do? You idiots, come tell me what I should do!”

Mr. Chen continued to speak hysterically, but as soon as he finished speaking, as if to prove his words, a sound broke through the air, and then, the glass of the office shattered.

"There's an enemy attack!" Just as Wall had time to throw Mr. Chen down behind the table, a loud bang exploded behind him.

"Boom!" The entire office, except for Mr. Wall and Mr. Chen who hid behind the desk in time, was blown to pieces by the grenade.

Outside, Ron slapped Hank on the head with dissatisfaction: "Asshole! You are crazy! You actually aimed the gun at the office? If you kill their boss, who will we look for to steal the money... …Ah no, it’s tax collection!”

Ron made a slip of the tongue and almost said what was in his heart. Everyone looked at him strangely, and only Carl nodded happily.

"Ahem!" Ron coughed heavily to cover up his embarrassment: "What are you looking at? Why don't you get to work quickly?"

"Then I'll change my gun?" Hank asked tentatively.

"No, let's continue using this. You and Carl use the fastest speed to clean up the minions on the outside. Arthur, Gizelle, you rush in from the left. Mr. and Mrs. Smith, you block the back door."

While checking the various equipment on his body, Ron quickly gave orders. The headquarters of the human-snake gang is close to the sea on one side, and the other three sides are extremely empty roads. This plan can just surround them without blind spots.

"What about you?" Gizelle asked.

"Me?" Ron checked all the equipment and gave Gizelle a heavy slap on her butt: "Of course I will enter from the front, brothers, the action begins."

Everyone took action immediately.

Hank re-aimed the grenade launcher at the densest part of the crowd. With a move of his finger, an enchanting blood flower exploded in the crowd. Carl's drone quickly took off after Ron gave the order.

The submachine gun hanging under the drone kept pouring bullets from the air towards the human-smuggler gang, and just when their attention was attracted by the snipers on the roof and the drones flying in the sky.

A car quickly drove out from behind the building at Ron's feet, dodged a series of bullets in the small building, then made a wide arc, and finally crashed into the side door of the small building, where goods are loaded and unloaded.

Before the people and snakes guarding the building could open fire on the car, Arthur and Gizelle, armed with submachine guns, immediately jumped out of the car. The two men and two guns formed a dense firepower network and quickly killed the people inside. Sweep away.

And when the gangsters finally thought of escaping for their lives, outside the back door, Mr. and Mrs. Smith were standing on either side, each holding a squad machine gun, grinning and crossing each other at the door.

"Da da da……"

The 12.7 mm caliber machine gun bullets ruthlessly tore the gangsters who were trying to escape through the back door into two pieces, leaving not even a whole body behind.

"People inside, listen, our IRS special operations team captain, you have been surrounded," Ron shouted arrogantly inside with a loudspeaker: "From now on, I will count dozens, if you don't lose it, If you disarm and surrender, we will attack immediately."

"Ten, nine, eight..."

When Ron counted to eight, he quietly turned off the speaker and took out the walkie-talkie: "Attack now!"

"Boss, didn't you mean dozens?" Little Carl was a little confused. He was shocked by Ron's shameless look.

"Seven, six..." Ron shouted two more numbers through the loudspeaker, and curled his lips in disdain: "What do you know? This is a tactic called war. Do you understand? Five, I told you all, and you are ugly. You should study more. If you don’t study, you will have no future even if you come out to work. Four..."

Ron persuaded him earnestly, and little Carl followed Ron's example and pouted, telling him to study, why not kill him? Isn't it just cheating? Growing up in a slum, he had seen a lot. What kind of military art was this?

If this can be considered the art of war, then his father is the master of the art of war!

The screen in front of Carl could display the images of the cameras carried by everyone. Except for Ron, the other four people had already gathered in the small building.

Carl controlled a plane to fly under the office window, and was about to wait until Arthur and the others broke down the door to detonate it, but he didn't know that a clothes hanger with white underwear suddenly stuck out of the office.

"Captain, don't shoot! We surrender!"

Ron picked her ears. If it weren't for the difference in the last sentence, she almost thought she was listening to Chen Peisi and Zhu Shimao's skit.

Surrender now?