Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"I've been suspended~" Hank said disappointedly.

Ron was overjoyed. Hank resigned. Doesn't that mean that his recruitment at this time is very promising? But unfortunately, as in all movies, a siren sounded and the police finally arrived late.

"Ron, why is it you again!" The leading detective who got off the police car happened to be an acquaintance of Ron. Detective Jack said in a very helpless tone: "It was you who was the one who chased the car last time, and it was you who went to the warehouse of the smuggling gang last time. You, how much trouble are you going to cause us?"

"I don't want this to happen, or you should reflect on why such very bad security incidents have been happening recently, and I was the victim both times."

Ron's tone was very innocent, as if he was a victim.

"Okay, what happened this time?" Detective Jack finally noticed the helpless little fat man standing next to Ron: "Are you Hank? I remember you are from the DEA, why are you hanging out with Ron?"

"Sorry, let me correct you," Ron interrupted: "Mr. Hank is just a poor employee who has just been suspended by the DEA. At this time, doesn't it make sense for him to meet my new employer? ?”

"Hi, Hank, as I just said, you have been hired by the IRS. Don't forget to come and report to me tomorrow. Here, here is your sidearm. You will have to wait another two days for your ID."

Ron winked at Hank and thrust the pistol he had just emptied into Hank's hand before he could react. This gun had been registered as an IRS sidearm and was in Ron's name. He went back to change it. Just look at the information.

In this way, Ron poached a general from the other side in front of the FBI, and felt extremely happy. Although the two parties were currently in the cooperation period, they would never hesitate if there was an opportunity to stumble each other, not to mention that Ron's subordinates were real No one is available.

Jack smiled bitterly. He didn't know the situation at the DEA, but he knew this man. He was a pretty good gunman. However, there were many people like him under the FBI, so it was not his turn to feel sorry for him.

"Okay, what's going on this time?"

Out of respect for his old superior, Hank recounted everything in full. Jack frowned and realized that the matter was not that simple, but he still didn't say anything. He waved his hand and asked someone to move the two to one. Take away the killer with such a bad tone and send him to the hospital first.

The back of Hank's car was completely deformed, so he could only get into Ron's car. Although Bumblebee's front bumper had been hit and deformed, it could still be driven.

"Why don't I remember when I promised you to join your special operations force?"

"But you didn't object just now, right?" Ron said while driving.

"I just don't understand why you poached people in front of old Jack and he didn't react at all. Is my performance at DEA really that bad? I'm not even willing to try to retain him?"

Hank lowered his head and couldn't help but begin to reflect on his own character.

"I said, I don't really have to recruit an idiot, right?" Ron not only did not mean to comfort Hank, but instead taunted: "Jack is protecting you, my little anti-drug hero~"

"Protect me?" Hank murmured, he still couldn't figure it out.

Ron rolled his eyes: "Think about it, how far is it from where you work? It's less than three kilometers away, and the other nearest police station is eight kilometers away, and old Jack is already here, so you know The DEA to which I belong has no response, do you think this is normal?"

When he said it, Ron's eyes became sharp.

Hank was suspended from duty and handed over his gun, and was ambushed by a killer over there. The timing was so good, it was incredible. In addition to the short distance, no police force was sent to support him until now. A series of actions seemed so shocking. People are confused.

If we rule out the fanciful idea that all DEA police officers are collectively deaf and unable to hear gunshots, then there is only one possibility: there is an insider in the DEA, and his status is not low!

This is why Jack allowed Ron to stand up in front of him, because at this time, letting Hank follow Ron was indeed the best choice.

After thinking about this, Hank shivered: "I don't understand, who wants to kill me? Who made that phone call just now? What did he want to do?"

"As an anti-narcotics policeman, who else wants to kill you? Drug dealers, but they usually don't have that much patience, so you can check the waves of people you have offended recently, or the ones you have been accused of before. Have any of the people you sent to prison been released from prison recently?"

Ron thought for a moment.

"As for that mysterious phone call, I guess there may be a split within the drug dealers, and the opponents called you, but this is just a guess on my part, and you have to investigate it yourself for details.

With me, your actions will not be subject to any restrictions. You can investigate however you want. You may not know that I prefer to be a hands-off shopkeeper. Just remember to call me when you take action. How about it? Are you happy? "

Hank didn't know whether to cry or laugh for a moment. It was indeed a good thing not to have so many rules and regulations, and he could move more freely. However, apart from his combat power and good analytical mind, Ron didn't seem to be very reliable. look.

At this time, the car had driven to the door of Hank's house. Hank opened the door: "Okay, I promise to join you. I want to continue investigating the basket-colored powder drug case. How many people can I get?"

"I'm sorry, my special operations force currently only has you and me, and an accountant with little combat effectiveness. You know, after all, we still have some tax investigation work."

Ron smiled, showing eight neat white teeth, but there was no look of embarrassment on his face.

Hank's eyes widened: "No one?! So what resources can I get?"

"A complete arsenal? Funds that can't be spent no matter what?" Ron tilted his head and thought for a while: "How about a boss with extremely powerful combat capabilities? Do you want to regret it?"

"Forget it, I don't want to go back anyway after what the DEA did." Hank sighed and got out of the car to go home, but was stopped by Ron again.

"Remember, no matter what, we are a violent agency under the tax agency. Do you understand what I mean when I say this?" As if he was afraid that Hank would not understand, Ron continued to explain: "If the drug dealer is found, Don’t act in a hurry yet, let’s talk first to see if there is any possibility of collecting taxes.”

"Wait! They are selling drugs. This is a crime!" Hank, who hated evil, shouted loudly.

"I know, but if they pay taxes, they are also taxpayers, at least until we squeeze the last dollar out of them~" Ron licked his lips hungrily: "Otherwise you think we have so many Where does the funding come from?”