Daily life of an American TV drama agent

There were four motorcycles left, and two people got off each one. There were eight people in front of Ron. However, all the ammunition had been used up by the strafing of Ron's car. When he saw Ron walking out of the smoke, he took out his magazine in horror. Load your own guns.

But it was too late. At this moment, they were just like living targets in front of Ron.

"Bang bang, bang bang, bang bang!" Six gunshots rang out. Ron quickly fired three double combos and fired six rounds of bullets. The three racing gangsters fell down in response. Each of them was shot twice, in the chest and There were blood holes on each forehead, and there was no possibility of survival.

Double tap, a shooting technique used by military and police special operations teams around the world, uses two consecutive hits on the same target to quickly disable the opponent's combat effectiveness.

The first shot hits the target's largest torso to ensure a hit, and the second shot hits the head and heart to ensure a kill.

"%* # ￥..." The racing gang shouted something in a language that Rob didn't understand, but it didn't stop him from knowing that it was in Korean. Ron couldn't help but sneer in his heart. It turned out to be a dead stick. Finally, he finished changing the bomb again. Point the gun at Ron.

But at this time, Ron had already taken advantage of the opportunity to open fire and walked up to one of the racing tribesmen. He directly took the racing gangster's gun-holding hand and ducked into his arms, worrying that his companions did not fire immediately.

But this speedster panicked and pulled the trigger, but was swept away by Ron's powerful force, shooting all his companions to the ground.

"Kaka~" With two crisp sounds, UZI's bullets were finally used up, and Ron was no longer polite. He pushed the last remaining racing driver with his shoulder and knocked him to the ground without looking back. He shot twice with his backhand, hitting the speedster.

It's a long story, but from the time Ron rolled out of the car to when all the enemies were eliminated, it took less than a minute.

"Spare my life, please, let me go..." Among the companions who were swept down by the racing gang, there was still one who was not dead. He kept shouting for mercy and slowly retreated on the ground, looking into the eyes of Ron who was approaching. It was all panic.

"You have the nerve to come out and learn to be a killer with this little skill? You are really a stick who doesn't know what you are capable of~" Ron sighed, and then with a joking look on his face, he stepped on the leg of the speedster who was shot by his companion's submachine gun: "Tell me. , whose order did you take to kill me? If your answer satisfies me, maybe I can let you go."

"Ah!" The racer screamed when his injured leg was injured again.

When Ron asked this question, he had already considered countless possibilities in his mind. For example, Andy's incident happened, the forces behind the warden took action and wanted to get the ledger back, or the drug organization he was investigating became aware of him. Being targeted, looking for someone to cause trouble for you, etc.

There are really too many people who want him dead, but he is still alive and well, but one thing is that this group of people is really the most badass killers he has ever seen.

Ron had never encountered such a low-level assassination. Everything was as low-level as a low-level street gang fight. It looked like it was improvised.

Look how talented they are. When the first two motorcycles came to double-team, one of them was knocked away. The two people on the car hit the wall. Their heads were like crushed watermelons, and they were bleeding red and white. One place.

Then a car hit and killed one, he shot and killed three, and the rest of the unlucky guys were all killed by his companions' guns. Ron even felt that it would be unreasonable to find the keyboard warriors in the country and arrange any tactics for them. It wouldn't be such a miserable loss.

"It's Johnny! It was Johnny who recognized your car. He said you were from Toretto and wanted to kill you to teach Toretto a lesson. It was all his idea. Please don't kill me. Please Please……"

The speedsters were pleading, but Ron was unmoved.

"Johnny?" Ron looked confused: "Who is Johnny?"

He didn't remember that he had provoked a person named Johnny. Of course, it was possible that he had provoked too many people and did not remember.

"That's the person you hit and killed at the beginning." The racing group pointed at the "body" that Ron's dead son pushed against the telephone pole. Ron also saw him move.

"It's really troublesome~ The doctors have to work hard to save him, so I'd better help him." Ron said, raising his hand and taking another shot.

"Bang~" There was a bloody hole in Johnny's head, and he finally no longer had to waste medical resources. In the eyes of the racing people, this move was really like a demon in hell.

The racing racers who were still crying immediately shut up, fearing that they would be too troublesome and would be killed. Ron admired the horrified expressions of the racing racers with satisfaction. After being shocked by this, it was time for them to tell the truth.

"So, you are not sent by drug dealers or anyone else? You want to kill me just to teach Toretto a lesson? If you have a problem with him, why do you want to kill me?"

Ron felt furious.

"We just blew up Toretto's car, but Johnny said that wasn't enough and wanted to kill one of his men..." At this point, no matter how stupid the drag racers are, they can still react. How could a guy with such skills be possible? Are they Toretto's men?

Ron did not dwell on his men's problems, but became interested and continued to ask: "So, what happened between you and Toretto? Are you willing to tell me?

Of course, if you don't want to say it, I won't force it, and I will also give you a gift. How about it, am I a very polite person? "

As he said that, Ron's Glock pistol was pressed against the head of the speedster again, scaring the latter into a cold sweat. The content of the gift was self-evident.

In order to survive, the drag racer immediately told everything he knew: "Toretto owes Johnny a sum of money and promised to repay it with 'goods', but it has been half a month since the last delivery." , but I haven’t seen the last batch of goods for a long time..."

After a long time, Toretto was still in trouble. Ron rubbed his eyebrows with a headache. Memories from his past life came to his mind. He remembered this plot.

However, after the drag racing competition, Toretto and O'Connor were kidnapped by Asian gangsters and taken to a place with a statue of Confucius. When watching the movie, Ron thought it was Chinatown and thought those people were Chinese.

Now it seems that Toretto has actually been trading with Bangzi?

Therefore, the Asian guy who was later reported by O'Connor and had many DV machines at home was not innocent, but was actually conducting illegal transactions with Toretto.

The only difference is that the Toretto gang is the ones in charge of doing the work, and this Asian gang, or more accurately, the Korean gang, they are in charge of selling the dirt.

As for why the Korean gangsters were let go again later instead of arresting Toretto and his gang, I can only say that in a capitalist country, anything is possible, and the FBI also has to do its job~

Ron instantly deduced the whole process of the incident through the information from the racing group and combined with his own memory. In this way, the explosion just now can be explained. It must be related to Toretto, and he must not be dead, because the gangsters Keep him working.

Ron was helpless. How did Toretto's smooth bald head come up with such a damn idea?

"Where is your base?"

"In the warehouse next to the Confucius Temple in Koreatown, all our unsold goods are there!"

Ron nodded: "In other words, their gang has set up a black market to sell these stolen goods. The warehouse is also located next to the Confucius Temple. So the question is, do you pay taxes on these businesses?"

"Pay taxes?" Do you still need to pay taxes on the black market? The speedster's head was full of questions, but he still shook his head firmly.

Ron finally smiled, it seemed like he would have some work tonight.

The speedsters on the ground were trembling all over, but they didn't dare to make any big moves, for fear of causing Ron to misunderstand. Ron's series of flexible operations just now left a deep psychological shadow on him, and he could only plead: "You can let go." Have you passed me?"

Ron smiled: "There is one last question. Once you answer it, you can leave. Are you ready?"

The speedsters nodded repeatedly, as fast as pounding garlic.

"As you can see, I admire Eastern culture very much, and I especially admire Confucius. But as an American, I have always had a doubt. Which country did Confucius come from? Can you tell me?"

After saying that, Ron looked at the racing group with an friendly smile.

When this question was raised, the fearful look on the racing driver's face disappeared, replaced by a sudden expression of enthusiasm: "Confucius is of course us Koreans. Not only him, but also the birthplace of the entire East Asian civilization..."

"Bang~" Ron's gun flashed, and there was a blood hole on the racer's temple. He fell heavily to the ground before he finished speaking.

"That's the wrong answer. Confucius is obviously from China. I hate liars the most~" The Glock revolved around Ron's fingers before he put it back in his waist and took out his cell phone to dial the number of the bald FBI agent.

"FBI, come out and clean the floor~"

Ron's words made no sense, and Jack immediately felt something bad: "Ron, where are you? What happened?"

"It's nothing, I was just ambushed by a few blind Korean gangsters. The location is at the intersection of XXX Street. Please collect the corpse~" Ron said easily while taking the long gun from the trunk of his car. The box was hauled out.

"Also, there may be a few more corpses in Koreatown in a while. Please take care of them as well. Thank you~"

"Wait a minute," Jack sat up from the bed and lost all sleep in an instant: "What are you going to do?! Let me remind you, this is Los Angeles! The second largest city in the United States! This is not a place where you can mess around!"

"What?" Ron opened the box and looked at the equipment inside with a satisfied smile: "I just went to work. For an IRS agent, there is nothing more serious than collecting taxes."