The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 155 Travel to France
"Ma'am, can you stop?" Ron covered his ears, wondering how this woman managed to scream for so long.

Of course, if the law allows, he would rather blow that woman's head off with the last 12.7 pistol bullet left in the magazine!

"Is there blood on my face?" Lauren was too scared to look at the sticky things on her hands, half-closed her eyes, took a deep breath and shouted at Ron in horror.

"Not all." Ron put on a mischievous smile: "In addition to blood, there are also some brains."

"Ah~~~" Lauren screamed again.

"Calm down, ma'am, this thing is actually similar to a traditional Chinese food: tofu brain. It is said that there is a sweet and salty food over there. What flavor do you prefer?"

"Isn't brains usually salty?" Carl got out of the car at some point. "I heard from a neighbor of Chinese descent that he had eaten pig brains. I really want to try it."

"There are not only salty ones, but also spicy ones. If you can persuade your sister to join me, I can invite you to try the Chinese cuisine with this dish: hot pot. In addition, we can also order an extra order of bean curd As a side dish."

"Ma'am, would you like to come with us? I can also order a tofu nao for you. I usually like sweet ones. What flavor do you want?"

Ron stood like this, talking to a lady who had just been hijacked and drenched in blood and brains.

Fortunately, the two idiots Tucker and FDR who were worried about Lauren finally arrived, otherwise Ron promised that the woman would pass out in 10 minutes.

"Boss, you are really great, when can you teach me how to shoot?" Ron simply said hello, left the mess to the two of them, and drove away with Carl.

"It's nothing. As long as you practice hard, you will be like me in the future. Have you ever touched a gun before?" Ron asked while driving.

"Of course, Philip, Ian and I occasionally go to practice under the bridge. There is the sound of the train over there, which can completely cover up the gunfire. Even if you kill someone there, no one will find out. Therefore, you can hijack the meat ticket to ..."

Carl is indeed a child genius in the field of crime. He can immediately shift from the topic of shooting to how to carry out a "perfect" robbery crime. Ron feels that his educational task has a long way to go.

"Stop it, stop it!" Ron couldn't bear to interrupt Carl's genius plan, and he couldn't let him go on. If he continued, he wanted to give Buffett or Bill Gates a blow: "From today, no You watch those gangster movies again!"

"Also, from now on, show me an episode of Garden Baby every day."

"Garden baby? Isn't that a fairy tale show for the mentally handicapped? You can also learn marksmanship by watching that?" Carl was at a loss.

"No, I just want Makabaka to cleanse your sinful soul!" As soon as he arrived at the door of Gallagher's house, Ron couldn't wait to kick little Carl down.

Ron sat in the car and took a heavy breath, the world was finally quiet~
But just as he was about to drive home, the phone rang again, and it was Olof.

"What's the matter?" Ron said angrily.

"Of course congratulations to you for solving our troubles, you did a good job."

Obviously, Olof has learned about what Ron just did through his information channel: "Of course it's good, but remember, you owe me one more time."

"Of course, how about I adjust the proportion of our partnership business? From now on, you seven and I three."

"That's right." Ron nodded gratified, and finally his hard work these past few days was not in vain.

"But there is still a small problem." Olof said hesitantly like the NPC in the game who specially sends tasks to the protagonist, and Ron immediately had an ominous premonition.

"You're not going to get into any big trouble again, are you?" Ron took a deep breath.

"Of course not!" Ron just exhaled, and in the middle of exhaling, Olof's next speech almost made him choke to death with this breath.

"It's just that big toy that was lost in France, and it was secretly sold by my people again, and sold to a local gang..."

"FXXK! Do you still think I'm not busy enough?" Ron was mad. "If you're by my side now, I promise I'll kill you with one shot. Believe it or not? There's nothing easier than killing you."

"Of course I believe it, but I believe it even more. It would be a better choice for you to go to France to calm this matter down, wouldn't it? Actually, this is what Mr. Francis meant."

It seemed that he was afraid that Ron would not believe it, so he added: "Otherwise, do you think that with my strength, do you have a chance to sell something of this level? But now Mr. Francis is also regretting it."

This Ron believed it. Francis has recently had the idea of ​​running for the next president, so he has been seeking the support of external forces, using his power to help lawless politicians in Eastern Europe build a black industrial chain in exchange for support. No matter how you look at it, it is a good thing A sure-fire deal.

There was no way for Ron to ignore it. His interests were deeply bound to Francis and Olof.

"I'll go to France again to see if there is a chance to separate us from this incident. If you have known killers there, you can let them start to act."

"I contacted Leon, but it was a girl who answered the phone. I suspect that his line has been disconnected. Apart from him, there is no other killer I can trust over there."

"You mean the guy who likes to grow flowers? I have already said that he is too old and should retire. Well, prepare a private jet for me, and I will go there tomorrow."

Ron thought about it, and finally agreed. For the sake of safety, he called Francis again, asking for a chance to travel to France at public expense.

Francis didn't ask him why he was going to France, and Ron didn't ask him if he had something to do with this incident. Everything went so smoothly, as if it should be so, but in fact it was mutual understanding.

……

On the outskirts of Paris, Ron finally landed after a 15-hour flight in a private plane. Unexpectedly, the person Olof arranged to pick him up turned out to be a strange little girl holding a plant.

It's just that the plant in the little girl's arms looks very familiar.

"Is this evergreen? I remember that I had a friend who liked to grow this kind of plant, even though I told him that it's just an oil crop." Ron said meaningfully.

"I know, this is Leon's, he mentioned you to me." The black-haired little girl looked sad but determined, and reached out to Ron: "I took the initiative to apply to be your guide, I want to know More about Leon."

"No problem," Ron didn't hand over the luggage to the little girl, but dragged himself behind her, saying as he walked, "But you may not know that when I met him, his name was not Leon, It's Ruby, the poor wretch out to avenge his wife, he's gone, isn't he?"

"No, he's always been here." The girl carefully put the Evergreen in her arms on the seat, and opened the trunk: "My name is Matilda, what's your name?"

"Ron, it's a pleasure to meet you," Ron said as he put his luggage in. "We'll have time to talk about Rupees in the future. First of all, I want to know which area of ​​Paris is the most chaotic? I think the most chaotic place will be started first." It will be faster to find it."

"Those desperadoes generally have relatively slow brain development, and they don't know what they are getting. They may think that it is just a more powerful firework, but they never thought that this firework might kill him and the entire city. life."

Ron was about to get into the driver's seat, but Matilda took the first step. Ron could only sit in the back seat because there was a potted plant on the co-pilot.

As Ruby, one of Leon's former friends, he certainly knew what this meant, so of course he didn't have the idea of ​​competing with the dead.

"If we say the most chaotic place in Paris, it must be the 13th arrondissement." Matilda started the car.

"Due to the massive increase in crime in the suburbs, the city hall simply built a high wall there to isolate those criminals. Now it is the world of gangsters there. In fact, it is also our largest source of customers, like you. A person like that wouldn't be able to survive a day there."

"My kind?" Ron didn't expect to be looked down upon by Matilda as soon as he came up: "What kind of person do you think I am?"

"A well-dressed beast," said Matilda, stuffing a piece of chewing gum into her mouth and putting back the remaining pieces before Ron could reach out, and See Howe had no intention of sharing it with him.

"I didn't say this, it was Leon who said it. Even though you said he used to be called Ruby, I still think Leon's name sounds more smooth."

Ron snatched a piece of chewing gum from Matilda's pocket angrily and stuffed it into his mouth. While chewing, he said provocatively, "Then I think he must have told you how powerful I am."

"And your so-called greatness is to just eat the food given by a stranger you just met?" Matilda half smiled, and the road became more and more deserted: "How is it? Do you feel dizzy now?"

Ron looked at her dumbly, but his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and finally he closed his eyes and lay down on the back seat.

"Tch, he's just a reckless man who can only shoot indiscriminately." Matilda pulled the car to the side of the road and took out her mobile phone: "Mr. Olof, I refuse to act with this idiot you sent, even though you Both Leon and Leon spoke highly of him, but in my opinion..."

"Click~" There was a crisp sound, and the back of Matilda's head felt cold, and a cold gun barrel was pressed against the back of his head.

"What does it look like to you, girl?" Ron sat up in the back seat with a mischievous smile on his face.

"Impossible! You obviously ate my chewing gum, how could you not faint!"

"Bah!" Ron spit out a chewing gum wrapped in a small plastic bag: "Please, can you girls change something new? It's the same trick every time. Being an agent is like what you've seen before Gangster-like idiots?"

After finishing speaking, Ron spit out again. Although he brought with him the strawberry flavor that girls like the most, it was weird for a man to put this kind of thing in his mouth.

Not to mention the layer of grease on it, vomit~ so disgusting.

No way, I only have this on my body. It was originally intended to be used with Max, but due to the vigilance of the agent, Ron had to act it out first to confirm Matilda's motives before proceeding to the next step. Who Do you know if she has betrayed?
Or someone offered a higher price?
Fortunately, Matilda saved herself by calling Olof, otherwise Ron would have planned to shoot.

"It seems that you have already got a preliminary understanding, I believe you are satisfied with each other, come on, I am optimistic about your actions."

beep...

Olof hung up the phone.

"Let's get to know each other again. My name is Ron Lee Cooper, the most powerful IRS agent at the moment. I believe you agree with this statement now, right?" Ron put the gun back into the holster again.

Matilda nodded with difficulty, is this the strength of a professional agent?It's really amazing, Leon really didn't lie!
"Okay, now, let's continue the topic we just talked about. Is that the 13th block you said? What's the situation there?"

"It's the most chaotic place in Paris. All the criminals live there, and the drug trade can even be carried out in broad daylight. Even the police can't do anything about them, and they never even dare to go in..."

And when Matilda was telling the reason for the formation of the 13th Street, Leto, who killed the former police chief of the 13th Street, was pushed into a car transporting prisoners. Before he could guess where the next stop was, a The prisoner, who was being tossed about by four police officers, was also pushed onto the car.

"Prisoner No. 713 is already in the car," the prison guard cursed and got on the co-pilot: "Damn it, he bit me, let's go now!"

The car drove out of the prison, and the prisoner who had been beaten to death sat up, spat out a wire from his mouth, and opened his handcuffs very skillfully.

"Are you all right?" Leto asked.

"It couldn't be better!" Prisoner No. 713 looked back at the prison guards and found that they hadn't noticed the movement inside. He gently put the handcuffs on the ground and continued to use the wire to unlock the lock on the back door.

"These idiots thought they could lock me up, but I'll be out in no time."

"Do you think you can open the lock with that thing?" Leto asked suspiciously.

"You don't know my skills yet, Baofu will surprise you later, not to mention using wire, even instant noodles, I can open the door of an entire community." No. 713 continued to brag.

"How did you get in?" Leto asked seemingly casually.

In fact, I have already started to doubt this abnormal prisoner and this abnormal escort method in my heart.

Do you really think I'm in jail for the first time?Don't even act like some?How can there be only two escorts to escort prisoners to other prisons?And besides the driver, the other one was also sitting directly in front, it was a clear opportunity for him to escape.

(End of this chapter)