The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 443 Ron's Undercover Career

Compton is probably one of the worst boroughs in Los Angeles, even though the police are almost there, gangs are rampant, drugs are rampant, violent crime is high, and there is a murder almost every week.

This is still reported.

As for those who didn't report the crime, and were killed and thrown directly into the wasteland, there were even more of them.

If this doesn’t give you an intuitive feeling, let’s put it another way: two blocks to the north from here is Max’s house, and one block to the west is where the Gallaghers used to live. In other words, I believe you will have a general understanding of the law and order here.

Even under normal circumstances, you have to be more careful when passing here during the day, let alone at night.

And now, Ron was standing behind a restaurant on this street, not far from him was his target and a gang that the target had mixed into.

"The next time you have a job, you must make it clear in advance whether there is any undercover job, and if so, you must pay more!" Ron said viciously.

The undercover police officer of the target person gave him a strange look: "What did you just say? I didn't hear clearly."

"It's nothing, I'm talking to myself." Ron laughed and passed.

Of course he wasn't talking to himself, he was talking to Finch on the other side of the hidden earphones, Reese was shot and couldn't do any strenuous exercise, but now someone needs to go undercover for the gangsters, so the job will fall naturally On top of Ron.

"Of course there is no problem. I'm just curious. Is it so easy to go undercover into a gang? I think it took a long time for this undercover policeman to gain their trust."

"I'm different from him. He's a core member who has gained the trust of the boss, but I'm just a spare tire that was found temporarily because one of his men's legs was broken, or it's more accurate to be called cannon fodder, a one-off Supplies, most of the time, if they're doing something very classified, I'll be shot and killed whether they succeed or not, and only dead people can keep secrets best, can't they?"

Ron raised his collar to cover his speaking mouth and said in a low voice.

"Then maybe I should tell you that the boss answered a phone call just now, which made him very unhappy. From what I heard from the wiretapping, someone informed him that an undercover agent had sneaked in. You should be careful."

Ron said relaxedly: "It doesn't matter. Anyway, my suspicion should be the least among them. You should be more worried about that police officer."

"why?"

"Because I just joined today, no undercover agent would start operations so quickly, and they themselves know that the undercover agent was not discovered so quickly, so the main object of suspicion is only his original subordinates, me? At most It's a side dish."

Ron had no sense of crisis about the predicament he was about to face, which made Finch lose his sense of participation.

"OK, come in with me now, talk less and do more, newcomer! If you do well, I'll let you officially join us"

The boss patted Ron on the shoulder and led them into the restaurant through the back door to the back kitchen, where a group of chefs had been waiting for a long time.

The chefs had a pistol in their hands, and it was obvious at a glance that they were not good people, which made Ron wonder who would be eating here.

"How many times have I invited you to dinner, you've always kept talking about business."

"Business is so good, I don't have time to eat," the white-haired chef on the opposite side was indifferent to the boss's greetings, but casually stroked the rice bag next to him, and the rice flowed out, just when Ron didn't know who the other party was what do you mean when.

The grizzled-haired chef used a kitchen knife to grind the rice, and turned the rice into powder and swiped it to this side. The boss put a little bit of it into his mouth: "The product is very good."

It turned out that this was a drug disguised as rice. I couldn't tell. The cooks were quite imaginative, and they thought of hiding the drug in this way. If he hadn't demonstrated it to Ron himself, he would never have thought of it.

But just as one of his subordinates was about to take the rice away, the chef suddenly pressed his hand on the bag: "I'm thinking about it, you and I should renegotiate the deal."

"In our business, it's dangerous to start thinking, my friend." The boss's eyes were warning, but the other party turned a blind eye.

"Or I can just deliver the goods to LOS and get you out of the game."

Swiping the ground, everyone pulled out their guns and pointed at each other at the same time, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense. Ron felt a little headache, wouldn't there be another fight tonight?

It's really troublesome~ LOS, the recipient of the drug, the person in the sales terminal, the latest drug seller, Ron guessed that he was also a pawn of the CIA, but Uncle Fried Chicken said he didn't know this person.

If Uncle Fried Chicken is not lying, then this person is likely to be a newcomer who was picked up by the CIA to replace Uncle Fried Chicken.

Because Ron started to collect taxes from Uncle Fried Chicken, and Uncle Fried Chicken had his own selfish motives, the income of the CIA in Los Angeles was greatly reduced. It is not surprising that this happened, but it was surprising that it took so long to come.

There are only two possibilities in this situation, either the person who came before was secretly killed by Uncle Fried Chicken, or the cake in the Los Angeles market is too big, and the internal forces of the CIA have only come to a conclusion now.

Considering that the strength of Uncle Fried Chicken's staff is just that, and there is no way to compare with the professional agents of the CIA, Ron is more inclined to the second possibility.

"Okay, okay, how about this? How about I give you something else? It's just for you." The boss moved his pistol away and slowly raised it above his head to show that he didn't intend to hurt the other party.

However, just when the opponent let down his vigilance, he suddenly shot!
"Bang bang bang..." This shot, like a drop of cold water dripping into a frying pan, exploded in the room, and everyone began to fire at each other with all their strength, and Ron's side took the lead. With an advantage in development and a large number of people, they immediately gained the upper hand.

"Bang!" Ron lazily shot an idiot who pointed his gun at him, and then continued to enter the fishing mode.

Although he didn't use the revolver he was best at, he still burned a few boxes of ammunition in the shooting range every day. No matter how bad his marksmanship was, he was much better than the punks next to him. What's more, Ron didn't miss at all at such a distance. possible.

"Da da da..." I don't know if it was because of revenge for his own people. The fat man lying on the ground angrily fired a series of bullets at Ron with a submachine gun. Ron quickly hid behind the cabinet, thinking whether to show his strength and kill that man When he was a blind bastard, the undercover police officer suddenly pushed him.

"Come on!"

On the other side, a few of his subordinates had already snatched the drugs into their arms during the chaotic shooting and were running away from the door.

In this situation, what else can Ron miss, of course he would just run away.

"New here, drive quickly!" When everyone got in the car, the boss slapped the back of his seat hard. One person was injured.

This is a miracle in this kind of close-range gunfight. If he didn't know that both sides were really jealous, he would have doubted whether the other party was cooperating in acting.

The car drove into a warehouse under the command of the boss, but there was no one to meet them, and put the shot idiot on the sofa. Daniel, the undercover policeman, said strangely: "I thought we were going to see LOS, boss."

"That's right, but we have to take a break halfway," the boss indicated with his eyes, and the subordinate next to him took out a bag and came to them: "Hand over all your weapons, and destroy your mobile phone immediately. Quick, if anyone has any questions, I promise Send him to God now."

With that said, the other subordinates who had received the order a long time ago pointed their guns at Ron, the undercover policeman Daniel, the unlucky guy lying on the sofa and howling, and a big beard.

"Of course it's okay, you are the boss, of course you have the final say." Ron was the first to throw the gun into the bag, and then threw the phone on the ground and trampled it into pieces, laughing secretly in his heart.

Anyway, he has system space, as long as there is a need, let alone a pistol, he will pull out a big one for you to see every minute.

The boss nodded calmly. Although he couldn't get rid of the suspicion now, he had to say that he liked Ron better.

Immediately afterwards, several other people followed suit and handed in their weapons one by one. Except for the unlucky guy who was shot, he was handed over by someone else. The boss walked up to them: "One of you is a policeman, one or two In an hour, I'll know who he is, and those who survive continue to deliver with me, now, wait for fate, bastards."

"No problem, Boss, when the undercover is caught later, I don't need you to do it, I will tear him up for you first, I hate Erwuzi the most in my life~" Ron said like a flattering little rogue.

"Help me! Please help me!"

The gangster who was shot in the leg interrupted Ron's flattery. Daniel couldn't bear to hear it, and stepped forward to check his wound: "We should call an ambulance for him, otherwise he won't last long, the bullet hurt the aorta .”

And Ron saw sharply that when Daniel was checking the wound, he inadvertently stuffed his mobile phone into his pocket. He was the only one who was missed when the mobile phone was destroyed just now, because everyone's attention was on the wounded. , No one except Ron noticed, and Ron couldn't help but put a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Until I find the undercover, no one can go out! Everything depends on finding the undercover." The boss left a sentence and walked to the side.

"At least we can make him quiet," one of his men poured the drug into the water and handed it to him: "Drink it."

After drinking it, he really became quieter, and the scene returned to silence.

"Ron, how's the situation over there?" Finch couldn't hear a response for a long time, and called through the headset: "I heard him say that the undercover agent can be found in an hour or two. How did he find it?"

Ron's earphones were hidden, and the microphone was disguised as the first button of his collar. Ron tapped on the button rhythmically, and replied in Morse code: "How else can I find it? Of course it is with us. Think the same, go to the file room to steal the file, or just take it out, anyway, the Los Angeles police are rotten, I don’t think they will have no one in the police station.”

He learned this trick from the movie Infernal Affairs. Anyway, Ron is confident that he can kill them all, so naturally he doesn’t worry about being discovered, but this sneaky feeling is still very exciting. To use an inappropriate metaphor, it’s like It's like playing with someone else's wife in front of her husband.

The funny thing is that none of them noticed that he was using Morse code to chat with people, including Daniel who should know Morse code.

But Ron took a quick look and understood that Daniel was putting his hands in his pockets. Reminiscent of his previous actions, he should be using his mobile phone to send messages to his responders in his clothes.

Finch was in a hurry: "Then what should we do?! If he finds the file, he will find Daniel immediately."

"No, it's not. I took that file out of the police station in the morning. Don't worry, they can't find it." Of course, Ron didn't do nothing after leaving Finch behind. Well get ready.

Time passed by, the boss didn't wait for the call to expose the identity of the undercover agent, and began to become anxious, pacing back and forth in the warehouse, like a trapped animal, staring at Ron and the others. Looking back and forth.

Suddenly, he noticed something unusual.

"The number of mobile phones on the ground is wrong. Who of you took that guy's mobile phone?" The boss pointed to the dead body of the wounded. Just an hour ago, he died of excessive blood loss while under drug anesthesia.

The subordinates looked at each other, seeing this, the boss went to search his mobile phone by himself, but of course the search was empty.

"Where's his cell phone?" asked the boss.

Ron spread his hands and said relaxedly, "Who knows~"

"Maybe it's easier for me to kill you guys directly." The boss said with a grim expression, "But it's okay, bastards, his mobile phone shouldn't be hard to find."

The boss took out his mobile phone and called him. Ron saw clearly that the muscles on Daniel's body collapsed, and he had already prepared for the worst. He only waited for the phone to ring before making a last-ditch effort.

The battle is on the verge of breaking out.

The boss found the phone number of the unlucky guys, took one last look at them, and pressed the dial button.

But the most interesting thing came when the cell phone rang on the confidant behind him.

"It turned out to be you!" The boss glared angrily. He never expected that his most trusted subordinate turned out to be an undercover policeman!
With that said, all guns were aimed at the subordinate immediately.

The confidants took a few steps back in panic: "Boss, it's not me! It's really not me!"

The boss asked aggressively: "Then why is the phone on you, what are you doing with the phone?!"

"I don't know either... No! I mean I didn't take it, and I don't know why the phone is on me! Someone must have deliberately framed me! Listen to me! Boss! I..."

"boom!"

A burst of flames came out from the muzzle of the boss's gun: "Go and explain to God!"

(End of this chapter)