Daily life of an American TV drama agent

There were bursts of shrill screams behind Ron, but no one in Ron's team had much reaction, including the ten-year-old child laborer Carl. Everyone felt that he deserved his punishment.

He even got close to the strong black man who was bitten by fire ants to observe his reaction. A special joy arose in his heart: This is much more interesting than tossing cats and dogs!

The only person who caused severe discomfort was probably Detective O'Connor: "Isn't this too cruel? It's not in line with the spirit of humanity. Should we bandage him first..."

But no one cared what he thought.

"Isn't it in line with the spirit of humanity?" Ron almost put his face against O'Connor's face: "Do you know what they did to KIKI?! If you don't know, ask old Jack, that's your FBI informant!"

"But how can I take him back like this?" O'Connor said in a dilemma.

"Take him back?" Ron almost laughed angrily at him: "You don't want to take him back to ask for credit, do you? Do you want me to take that cart of drugs with you?"

"If you agree..." O'Connor tried to ask in a negotiating tone. He is still registered with the FBI. Even Old Jack just used the saying that "special cases should be handled" to temporarily pull him away out of face. return.

If he can fulfill Jack's order, with these achievements, he can definitely return to the FBI.

This is a little different from the original time and space. After all, because of Ron's trouble, he didn't have much to do with Toretto, and he didn't feel guilty about being in love with Toretto's sister.

So when Jack gave him the order to take Toretto back with the drugs, he only hesitated before agreeing.

"No, boss!" Ron didn't expect that Carl would be the first to protect him in front of the car: "Do you know how much the things in this car can be sold for? I guarantee with the reputation of the Gallagher family, these are worth at least 30 million. Dollars!

If we were left to suck it by ourselves, we wouldn't be able to finish it in a lifetime. If you are willing to let me help you sell these goods, I can introduce you to my sister, who is a very famous beauty in our area. "

When he said this, the face of the freckled young lady was filled with the glory of money, and Ron slapped him on the back of the head angrily.

Whose child is this? Are your three views so crooked? Are you so young that you can sell your sister for glory?

I treat you like a beater, but you actually want to be my brother-in-law? !

Fortunately, Ron only met the second youngest member of the Gallagher family. If he could meet a few others, his views would definitely shatter his jaw.

"Let's go and have some fun. It's none of your business. I'll give you a salary later and get out! You're not allowed to touch this thing. By the way, Arthur!" Ron shouted.

This little guy is an aerial combat game master that Ron met in the gaming community. Ron felt that people who are good at playing games must be good at playing real air combat drones, so he asked Arthur to find him according to his contact information.

Unexpectedly, he was still a child. If time was not too urgent, Ron would definitely not want this kind of child labor.

"Next time this little guy comes to work again, take him for a urine test. If you touch drugs, never work under me again."

"Absolutely not!" Little Zhengyi immediately stepped aside with a bitter look on his face. It was too uncomfortable not to be able to touch XX, but if he lost such a wealthy job (the treatment given by Ron was very generous), there were also tools to stimulate game play. , that would be even more uncomfortable.

It's so pitiful that he plans to talk to BOSS to see if he can bring his family to work together next time~

After cleaning up the little brat with erroneous views, Ron turned his attention again to O'Connor standing next to him. O'Connor immediately tensed up uncomfortably when he stared at him with his sharp gaze.

"Although these things are of no use to me, why would I give them to you for nothing? You know, even you yourself would be buried in the desert today if I and my men hadn't taken action.

Would you like to guess how long it took for your colleagues to discover your bones? "

"this……"

O'Connor was speechless when faced with Ron's questioning. Ron's tone softened slightly: "I guess you want more than just this car, right?"

"If possible, I want Toretto to go back with me." Hearing Ron's relaxed tone, O'Connor's eyes rekindled hope: "Don't worry, I have negotiated terms with higher-level officials. As long as this case can be solved, Once the case is closed, they will definitely grant Toretto a pardon!”

"Haha~" Ron turned to Toretto: "I really don't understand, how come you almost regard this kind of thing as your family?"

Toretto looked gloomy and said nothing. The credibility of the FBI was well-known in the industry. He had not yet asked the FBI to settle the account for using Letty. Although he did not know that it was not O'Connor who contacted Letty, but someone else. others.

"Take your salary." Ron took out two Franklins from his wallet and put them in Carl's hands: "Let's go home now."

"Wait!" O'Connor thought about his future and gritted his teeth as he stood in front of Ron: "We transported these things together. If you want to take it away, you will have to wait until I fall."

As soon as he finished speaking, before O'Connor could react, a fist grew bigger and bigger in his sight, and then O'Connor felt his eyes go dark.

Before the pain in his eyes could reach his brain, Ron gave him another lightning-fast uppercut, hitting him hard in the stomach.

"Peng!" There was a sound of pounding flesh, and then O'Connor was bent like a shrimp and retched.

"Yeah!" Little Carl excitedly waved his little fist and applauded his new BOSS. This was much more enjoyable than his brothers taking him to see community black boxing.

Ron's moves were fast and powerful. Compared with him, the boxing skills of Carl's brothers were just like the aerobics performed by the dead gay men in the gym with middle-aged and elderly women.

Unconsciously, Ron became Carl's new idol.

"I have never heard such a mean request in my life," Ron picked his nose and said, "You all heard it. He asked me to beat him."

Ron felt secretly happy. He had wanted to beat O'Connor for a long time. Due to his friendship with Toretto, he had never appeared in front of Mia. Little did he know that O'Connor was just like a fly, keeping around. Swirling around her.

Today I finally beat him out justifiably, and I only have one feeling in my heart, and that is: relieve my anger!

"Go and ask your superior, Jack, if he dares to talk to me like this?" Ron kicked O'Connor in the stomach again and kicked him aside.

The roar of helicopters gradually sounded in the distance. It turned out that O'Connor had reported the position to Jack at some point.

Obviously, these are the FBI's support.

"Boss, what should we do now?" Carl asked nervously, having inserted himself into the gangster who was engaged in the crime.

"What else can we do? Drive and leave." Ron asked Gizelle to sit in the driver's seat and lifted the curtain on the back of his pickup truck, revealing a row of ferocious iron cylinders.

"The RPG has one manpower. If the grandsons of the FBI dare to steal anything, they will be shot down by me. I will be responsible."