The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 159 Good Uncle Ron

Eventually the phone call ends in a discussion between the old couple about whether homosexuality is in line with God's will, and on this topic, Mary wins by threatening not to give George money for beer.

Yes, after George's heart attack in childhood, under Ron's suggestion, George lost his independent finances, of course for his health.

Facts have also proved that, drinking less beer, coupled with appropriate harmonious father-son sports with Ron, George's body has been well maintained, and he is still alive and well.

After hanging up the phone, Penny had already left, and only Howard, Leonard, and Rajesh were left arguing about which supermodel on TV was more suitable to marry home, and Ron clapped his hands helplessly.

"Hey, guys, do you really think those women have something to do with you? If you have that spare time, why don't you help me think of some realistic questions, for example, what do you think is a better gift for children?"

"Child!" Shelton turned his head in shock: "You shouldn't go"

Howard: "If you're going to give a little kid a gift, it's better to go to a comic book store. There's big kids who go from being able to read to doing physics in Flash clothes."

"I guess this big kid still keeps a diary of his poop every day." Leonard showed a constipated expression because he had read those diaries.

Ron felt that it was a waste of time to ask these nerd scientists this question. He had no choice but to throw this question again to his good sister Fiona with four children. Na is much more reliable.

the next day.

Ron thought many times about the scene when he met Claire, his "rival" in junior high school. Of course, this "rival" was Claire's self-confidence. Ron never put this rebellious sister who was 6 years older than himself in the in the eyes.

It's just a little girl in the second year of middle school, so you can really take her seriously, right?As everyone knows, it was this attitude that made his relationship with Claire even worse.

But no matter what, Ron didn't expect that when he opened the door, he saw a very funny scene.

"Hey, Ron," Phil slipped on the stairs, slipped and said, "Oh my god, my back! God!"

Phil probably slipped to his back, and fell to the ground in a strange posture.

"Children, this is your Uncle Ron, Ron, come and help me, and carry Phil to the sofa!" Claire hurriedly beckoned Ron for help.

"Are you sure?" Ron curled his lips: "Are you sure this picture won't be too eye-catching? There are so many children here?"

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up!" Ron picked up Phil, and Claire kept nagging beside him: "Are you sure you don't need to call an ambulance nurse?"

The appearance of a good wife and loving mother does not reveal the feeling of a rebellious girl at all.

"Gently, just a little bit." Phil complained in a low voice: "My God, where did that kid jump out of? If it's a one-on-one fight, I can easily knock him down, Ron."

"I think it's better to forget it. When I first met you, you were as weak as you are now. If Uncle Pritchett said that you were Claire's classmate, I would almost kill you. I was only 12 years old at that time. You are already 18."

"Let's go, let's go back to the room." Haili didn't care about the new strange uncle at all, and she was about to go upstairs with the young guy who was unfamiliar to Ron in the room.

"Ron, that's Hayley's boyfriend, help me scare him so that he quits, and all our old debts will be written off!"

Taking advantage of the opportunity to help Phil turn over, Claire whispered in Ron's ear.

"No problem." Ron nodded, turned around and immediately put on a friendly smile: "Are you Hailey? I'm Ron, the grandson of your grandparents. You can call me Uncle Ron. The last time I saw you When you were, you were a baby."

"Really? But I've never seen you."

It has to be said that Ron's handsome appearance was too lethal to a little girl like Hai Li who didn't know much about the world. The little girl left her boyfriend "Deng Deng Deng" and ran down the stairs.

"You're much more handsome than Uncle Mitchell."

"Maybe it's because I'm too busy, wait a minute," Ron stared at the shoes that Phil had just dropped on the ground, and suddenly had an idea in his mind: "Aren't these Phil's shoes? Phil, I need my help." Did you take it?"

Ron bent down to pick up Phil's shoes, inadvertently dropping his IRS agent ID on the ground, right at the handsome young man's feet.

"This...is this your ID?!" The handsome boy picked up Ron's ID, a little dazed.

"Yes, that's right. This is my ID. I'm an IRS agent. Thank you, boy. What's your name?" Ron's kind smile gradually changed in the handsome boy's eyes.

After all, the name of the IRS is well known in the United States. Even Americans in some places will tell them to scare disobedient children. If you are disobedient, let the IRS tie you up and take away your pocket money. Tax them all!

"Uh, hello, my name is Dylan." The handsome boy stretched out his hand nervously to Ron, and of course Ron extended his hand in a friendly manner.

Just before the ID card fell off, he made a little trick on his holster, and gently moved it with the gesture of shaking hands.

"Dangdang!"

A Smith & Wesson M500 revolver fell to the ground, and everyone was dumbfounded.

"Everyone, don't be nervous," Ron pressed his hands down to show comfort: "As an agent, it's reasonable for me to carry a gun with me at all times, right?"

Dylan nodded numbly, and Claire secretly gave Ron a thumbs up, and mouthed: "Nice job! Please work harder!"

Ron blinked in acceptance.

Ron picked up the gun, wiped it with his sleeve and handed it to Dylan: "This is the most powerful pistol sold by Smith & Wesson, and one of my favorite weapons. Have you tried it?"

The frightened Dylan shook his head when he heard Ron's question.

"It uses 12.7 Hi-Power pistol rounds, and one round is powerful enough to blow people's heads open, like exploding watermelons, it's just awesome."

Ron licked his lips: "Actually, last week, I just used it to rescue a female hostage, maybe it was too close, and the robber's blood splashed on the woman. This is probably the only thing that this gun has. The shortcomings of it, do you want to try it?"

Ron said the creepy words in a regretful tone, which frightened the boy for a moment.

"No, I can only play the guitar." Dylan quickly retracted his hand as if touching a hot iron.

(End of this chapter)