Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"Knockin' On Heaven's Door, Mama, take this badge off of me..."

The entrance to Li Han's small restaurant was filled with people dressed as hippies at some unknown time. Ron glanced at his watch and frowned slightly.

It was two o'clock in the morning. If he remembered correctly, Li Han's restaurant should have closed by this time.

At the end of the holiday, Ron was dragged by Andy to stay in the office for several days. He finally finished the tax plan for the new year and finally got off work, hungry.

It seemed like I hadn't seen Max and Caroline for several days, so I deliberately passed by the restaurant to see if I could pick them up and take them home.

As for what he wants to do, it can only be said that Sima Zhao's heart is known to everyone on the road.

I just didn't expect that the usually deserted restaurant would suddenly become so lively. What did Li Han do? He wouldn't openly sell marijuana in his store, would he?

Fortunately, Ron's doubts did not last long. He immediately spotted Caroline's figure through the small window not far from the restaurant entrance. She was talking to a woman at the moment, and Ron walked over.

"He hit here before he fell." Caroline held on to a small gap on the window sill with an affectionate look on her face: "When he fell, he was looking at me and smiling. That smile was content and very peaceful..."

Just when Ron thought that Carolyn was going to say something touching, Carolyn unexpectedly changed the topic: "The cakes are seven dollars each, and we only accept cash."

"OK, can you give me $50?" The woman happily paid.

"Of course~" Caroline took the money and immediately shouted: "Max! Max!"

"I'm here! What are you doing?" Ron followed the voice and found Max holding a plate and wearing a garland in the crowd.

"give change!"

Max walked over and skillfully took out a wad of small bills and counted them back. At this time, the music of the hippies finally reached its climax again, and the two beautiful girls swayed along with the melody of the music: " Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door~"

"Hey, my dear beauties, can you bring me a small cake?" Ron squeezed over and said hello.

"Oh, Ron, you're here," Caroline exclaimed in surprise: "Here, vanilla flavor, this is the only flavor for now, Max, this place is almost sold out, go to the kitchen and get some more cakes."

"Okay, go right away, Earl!" Max shouted in front of him, and then Ron saw Earl hawking in the crowd: "Same as before, I will give you a commission of 30 cents for every small cake sold. .”

"It's such a waste. Do you know how much you can make if you sell marijuana here, look at these hippies, and you don't have to pay taxes?" Earl sighed.

"Hi, Earl, I'm still here~" Ron said helplessly, announcing his presence.

Earl said with the familiarity unique to black people: "Hey, man, we are all our own people, can't we make it easier?"

"As a law enforcement officer in Los Angeles, it's hard for me to turn a blind eye to crimes happening right in front of my eyes, you know that, Earl?"

Ron winked at Earl, emphasizing the words "happening in front of his eyes," and Earl, who had grown older, winked knowingly.

"Oh, Ron, you are so kind." Caroline immediately leaned out from behind the window sill and kissed Ron hard on the face.

To be honest, after staying in Los Angeles for more than three years, Ron has basically made everyone in the city aware of his strength, so every tax work goes very smoothly.

Except for those large companies that had no way to deal with them in the past and still have no way now and adopt reasonable tax avoidance, they still pay a symbolic amount to deal with it. Even the various forces in the underworld have gradually developed a good habit of paying taxes on time.

Even after those Jews planned the bank robbery, even the banking industry was no longer monolithic. The bank chairman wanted to prevent Ron from making public the evidence of his collusion with the police and preserve his reputation.

(Believe me, in the United States, if this evidence is made public, not only him, but his entire family will be ruined. The Jewish power in the United States is so powerful that it is unimaginable.)

They had no choice but to hand over the real account books and pay taxes based on actual operating conditions. Andy, the old banker, obtained evidence of other banks' unpaid taxes through the current accounts with other banks in the account books.

The bankers in Los Angeles were panicked for a while and began to split internally. In addition to Mr. Cass, who was forced to do nothing by Ron, three more bankers came to pay taxes one after another.

Ron felt that it was only a matter of time before he broke into the banking industry in Los Angeles. Unfortunately, this was not the financial center of New York, otherwise Ron's income would be even more astonishing.

In contrast, Ron really didn't notice Caroline's love affair.

Ron sincerely praised: "You seem to have a good business."

"Of course, you don't know. I was scared when the rock singer fell in front of our new store, but I didn't expect that it was a gift from God. Did you see these people outside? Almost all of them were like that A fan of the singer!”

Caroline said excitedly, Ron finally understood what the group of hippies in front of him was about.

"Well, it seems that you will probably be busy until late today. I won't have the honor to go on a date with you~" Ron said with some disappointment.

"Sorry, Ron, you know, opportunities to make money like this are not common, so... uh... you know." Caroline said apologetically. Seeing that Ron was a little unhappy, she immediately approached Ron again. In the ear: "I can make it up to you well next time. I bought a new set of very...underwear. Then you can do whatever you want~"

"Haha, you said that." Ron laughed.

In fact, most of the disappointment on Ron's face was an act. Unexpectedly, there were some unexpected gains, but just when he was about to joke with Caroline again.

Two police cars roared past the road with police badges on them. Ron looked back and saw that the police cars were driving in the direction of his special operations team headquarters.

"Hell!" Ron cursed secretly, said goodbye to Caroline quickly, and drove towards the base.

…

IRS Special Operations Team, Los Angeles Division, Ron returned to the base before all the police cars arrived, but someone had already arrived earlier than him.

"Ron, what happened? Do you need help?" Guan Yuming was at the door and had not yet entered. When Ron came back, he immediately asked with concern.

"Guard the door, no one is allowed in!" Ron threw his ID to Guan Yuming: "Hell, it's not the Los Angeles police's turn to take care of our IRS matters."

After saying that, Ron strode into the base. Joe and Andy, who looked exactly like Morgan Freeman, were dragging a body towards the kitchen. Ron even heard Hannibal sharpening his knife in the kitchen. Voice.

"Hey, I need an explanation!" Ron said angrily: "Don't tell me you are hungry and planning to get some human meat for a midnight snack?!"

"Yes, I'm talking about you!" Ron pointed at Hannibal who poked his head out of the kitchen and said: "I have read your file and know that you have a history of cannibalism. It's a shame that I could be so naive as to think that you had already Changed it, you really let me down!"

"There is a bit of misunderstanding here, Ron, relax, this guy is not dead yet," Andy quickly explained:

"Listen to me, it's like this. After you left just now, I heard something moving at Joe's place, so I went to take a look. I found that this guy was pointing a gun at Joe, so I knocked him out with a stick first. Past."

"What's going on with those policemen outside?"

Ron pointed out the window. The sound of police officers was getting closer and closer.

"Maybe it was because this guy touched the trigger and fired a shot before he fainted? Did the passersby think something happened here and called the police?" Andy answered innocently, while his two old buddies were already slapping their heads in embarrassment. .

"Andy, we have a shooting range here, and there are gunshots every day. No one will call the police because of this. Even if they did, the Los Angeles police would laugh at the call!"

Ron opened the curtains, and the police car was parked outside the base. Guan Yuming was explaining something to the police, but it didn't seem to have any effect. The police still wanted to come in and take a look.

The expression on Ron's face became more and more serious: "No matter what the reason is, the police were dispatched as soon as they received the report, and they came so quickly. It is definitely not as simple as you think. Joe, who is that guy who wants to kill you? You Do you have any idea?"

"Boss, you know me. I used to be an agent like you. I have countless enemies. How do I know which one he is?" Qiao spread his hands.

"Okay, anyway, it seems we are in trouble. You drag that guy down first, and I'll go see what's going on."

With that said, Ron checked the weapon and walked outside.

"Hey, gentlemen, this is the Los Angeles headquarters of the IRS. You can't go in!" Guan Yuming was still trying to stop the police in vain, but the leader of the police roughly pushed him away:

"Get away! Old guy! We received a report that there was a shooting here and someone was injured! If you don't get out of the way, I will arrest you and take you back!"

The leading policeman was showing off his authority when suddenly there was a gunshot, which scared him and he quickly shrank down. When he looked again, Ron had already walked out of the base.

"Let me see who of you dares to enter my territory!" Ron raised his gun and blocked the door with a ferocious look like a door god: "This is the IRS, and this is not a place for trash like you to run wild!"

"You...who are you!" the police chief asked in a panic.

Even though he concealed it well, the momentary surprise in his eyes was still keenly observed by Ron.

This guy definitely came prepared!

Moreover, he deliberately chose a hand to move while he was away, but he never expected that he would come back so soon.

"It is the most basic courtesy to state your name before asking someone else's name, especially when facing a superior officer." Ron took his ID from Guan Yuming's hand and threw it directly on the Sheriff's face.

"Didn't your commander teach you this?"

A trace of anger flashed in the Sheriff's eyes, and Ron raised his chin proudly: "Or do you think you can rely on the large number of people to disrespect the superiors? Do you want to compete with me in terms of firepower?"

"Ping ping..." The glass window on the second floor of the base was shattered, and three black gun muzzles stuck out.

"I don't think the toys in your hands can compare with the firepower of a heavy machine gun, what do you think? Mr. Sheriff."

Ron took two steps forward, took back his ID from the Sheriff, and patted the Sheriff's face provocatively, but the other party did not dare to make any drastic action.

Afraid of making a mistake, three machine guns above his head were fired at them. He came in a hurry. He originally thought he could get it done quickly while Ron was away. All his men had were pistols, not even a rifle, let alone a rifle. It's a body armor.

So the police chief could only suppress his anger, but still didn't want to give up: "I don't dare, I just received the report and I hope I can go to your base to investigate a little. I promise it won't take too long."

"Are you kidding? You can enter the IRS headquarters just by asking?" Ron sneered: "You think this is the cheapest street girl on the roadside, and anyone can enter whenever they want. Enter?"

"Your commander doesn't dare to make such an unreasonable request to me. You look a bit unfamiliar. Whose subordinate are you? I'm in Los Angeles, why have I never seen you before?"

Ron asked, tilting his head to look at the Sheriff.

Of course, he couldn't remember the appearance of everyone in the Los Angeles Police Department. In fact, it was just a scam based on tonight's abnormal performance.

In the end, I don’t know whether it was because Ron was too powerful or because the Sheriff’s psychological quality was too poor. Under this deception, he actually managed to get something out of him.

"I am a new police officer from Orange County. I just reported for duty yesterday. You have never seen me normally. We will become more and more familiar in the future." The police chief replied perfunctorily, and then looked at the base behind Ron with some reluctance. Turn around: "Catch the team!"

The Sheriff's men looked at each other, but no one moved. Ron crossed his arms and sneered.

The plan is rubbish, the internal management is rubbish, and the performance of these people is rubbish, especially the tactical actions that are obviously from the military. If he can no longer see that these people are CIA in disguise, then what has he done over the years? The agents would have done nothing.

It can only be said that since the demise of the KGB, the CIA has become more and more backward, and now it can no longer even pretend to be a policeman.

The police chief could only yell again: "What are you looking at? I said call the team! Didn't you hear me?"

The police officers then turned back to the car, started the car and left, until the last car disappeared at the corner of the street. Ron took Guan Yuming back to the base and closed the door as soon as they entered.

"Now, I'll give you three minutes to sort out your thoughts. I need you to give me a reason." Ron stared closely into Joe's eyes: "Why are you being targeted by the CIA?"

"Another old friend of mine came to see me today, and then I found out that I was being followed, and I thought it might be because of the incident in Guatemala."