Daily life of an American TV drama agent

It was not easy for Ron to track a Los Angeles police detective. Compared with the Deckard Shaw brothers, his anti-stalking skills were like shit.

All you need to do is wait quietly at the door, and after he goes out, follow him from a distance. Ron can even predict the general direction in advance based on the direction of his travel, and take Hobbs there early to wait.

Ron was a very patient hunter, but Hobbes was a little impatient.

"I don't understand. What are we waiting for here? I can go down right now and beat that policeman to shame, and then send him to jail for the rest of his life!"

"Patience, Hobbes, patience, I've told you before, the most important thing in our line of work is patience," Ron calmly took a sip of Coke and took a big bite of the fragrant fried chicken. The tempting aroma of chicken legs exploded on Ron's taste buds that had just been developed by Coke. Ron narrowed his eyes in pleasure:

"He will never go to such a remote place for no reason, and he is obviously waiting for someone. We should at least know who he is waiting for, and then catch him and get the loot, right? Shhh~ The person is coming~"

Ron pointed down. Just below the abandoned factory where they were lurking, a woman in business attire walked into this dead end.

"She looks like a lost lamb. Are you sure she is related to the drug case?" Hobbs was full of doubts and even almost pulled out his gun when Stiles came out with his men. Fortunately, Rob En pressed.

"How long are you going to make me wait?! Stiles? We don't have time." As soon as she came up, the woman began to complain.

"What are you worried about? We have almost killed all the witnesses. Although there is still a little one who was rescued by a bastard in a suit, but we will find him soon."

"What I'm worried about is that little guy! You idiot, he was discovered!" The woman said in a superior tone: "He saw the whole process of your transaction, maybe more than that. I told you a few weeks ago, You have to deal with him! I've even found the gunman for you, so don't delay this matter any longer."

"How much time do we have?"

"In 24 to 48 hours at most, I guess he will go to the prosecutor. I can get the office files, but you have to get the witnesses, tonight."

Hobbes looked like he had eaten shit, while Ron's face was full of ridicule: "How about it, are you satisfied with your little lamb?"

"I should put her in jail along with that shameful police officer!" Hobbs' voice was a little loud, and finally alerted both parties below.

"Who? Who's up there?!" Stiles and his men pointed their guns at the roof. Even Hobbes' little lamb looked up in panic. This was obviously the place they carefully selected to meet. No one has been here since the factory was abandoned. Have they been discovered?

But the only answer they received was the sound of gunfire.

"Bang bang bang..."

Ron and Hobbs shot from two directions at the same time while swinging down the rope. The bullets accurately knocked out everyone's pistol due to their superb marksmanship.

Well...except for the two unlucky guys Hobbs was responsible for who got shot in the wrist.

"I won this round. I told you a long time ago that you should practice your marksmanship more often instead of hanging out with your daughter's classmates and mothers all day long. Women will slow down your gun, Hob. Si.”

Ron blew out the non-existent gunpowder smoke from the muzzle, turned the revolver in a circle in the air gracefully, and stuffed it back into the holster. At this time, if he lit up a cigarette, it would be a classic western. The image of the cowboy reappears.

Unfortunately, Ron took out a lollipop in a disgraceful manner, tore open the package and stuffed it into his mouth, which felt a bit absurd.

"Who the hell are you?!" Detective Stiles' voice actually trembled. He swore that he had never seen such a weird shooting technique in all his years of employment.

In the process of rapid movement, the gun only knocked out the weapon, but did not harm the life. Even if it was only within a distance of twenty meters, it would be like a fantasy, like Hobbes accidentally hitting the hand. is normal, and Ron's accuracy is simply unbelievable.

The strangest thing is that he is still using a revolver that has been eliminated in the last century.

"Captain of the IRS Special Operations Team, Ron Lee Cooper, and his unnamed men are willing to serve you, provided that your taxes have been paid," Ron said in the tax officer's trademark business-like manner. Laughing: "As a model labor prisoner of the IRS, I think it is necessary for me to ask again, gentlemen, and this lady, have you paid all your taxes?"

The corners of Hobbs' mouth twitched, but he finally held it back. For the sake of promotion due to a big case, he would just be his junior brother for a while.

When Ron announced his home address, Stiles, who was originally nervous, breathed a sigh of relief: "I have paid my taxes, and I file my taxes on time before April 15th every year! There is a receipt to prove it. You can't do this to us." !”

"Really?" Ron not only did not stop, but instead accelerated a few steps. When he was approaching Stiles, he suddenly kicked him on the knee, knocking him to his knees on the ground. The younger brother behind him Just as they were about to move, Hobbes raised his gun, and then he immediately came down obediently.

Ron lowered his head and continued with his still amiable but now somewhat perverted look: "But are you sure you didn't conceal part of your income? For example, your drug dealing part? Let me guess what this part-time job can do How much more money will you make every month? 100,000? Or 200,000?"

"I...I don't know what you're talking about?" Stiles chose to play dumb.

"Really?" Ron continued to ask in a tone that made him feel creepy: "It seems that you need to let me help you recall."

"Bang!" Ron suddenly stood up and raised his knees, and quickly pressed the back of Stiles' head with his right hand. Stiles' face immediately came into close contact with Ron's knees, but it was not over yet.

Ron's right leg, which had just hit Stiles, not only did not retract, but continued to kick upwards, until the tip of his toe suddenly stepped down towards the genius, and directly under his feet, it was Stiles. head.

"Bang!" After Stiles' head was hit by a knee, it came into close contact with the ground again. Two heavy blows made his whole face covered with horrific blood. The boys behind him He was so frightened that his face turned pale.

As police officers, they have seen many ruthless people, but this is the first time they have seen someone like Ron who is smiling and being ruthless at the same time. This is no longer a ruthless person, but a pervert!

"Dear Agent Stiles, do you remember anything now?" Ron lifted Stiles up from the ground by his hair and asked face to face again.