The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 445 A good friend who is angry

Hearing the name of the IRS, Mark's subordinates were shocked, and the hand holding the gun couldn't help shaking.

Even if you are a CIA agent, you have to eat, and you have to deal with taxes in your life. If you can't pay your taxes, the IRS will of course take a bazooka and come to remind you kindly.

It can be said that the instinct of fear of the IRS is in the DNA of Americans, just like Chinese people think of the Spring Festival Gala when Chinese New Year comes, and want to play mahjong when they see the Spring Festival Gala.

Seeing that the army's morale was shaken, Mark yelled: "Don't believe him! He's a fake, he's not the IRS, but a terrorist. We're an anti-terrorist operation now, commando! Where is the commando? Come on me! Kill him !"

While yelling for his subordinates to attack, Mark lowered his body lower. Although there was a distance of more than 100 meters from where he was standing to the small warehouse where Ron was hiding, according to the shooting accuracy of the pistol, there was already nothing at this distance. Accuracy speaks for itself.

Ron couldn't help laughing secretly, this idiot, it seems that he has done his homework and knows that he is good at marksmanship.

But what's the use of knowing this?Ron was no longer fighting alone. Ron took out his mobile phone and dialed the number he had prepared.

"You... mobile phone?" Daniel looked at Ron's hand in shock: "Didn't it all be searched just now? Where did you take it out again?"

"Secret, as an IRS, isn't it normal to be able to do a little magic?"

"Normal, it can't be more normal." Daniel agreed with his mouth, but secretly curled his lips in his heart, I believe you a ghost, you were still the FBI just now, and this will become the IRS again, who knows who you are?I now seriously suspect that the name Hobbs is all fake.

Ron didn't bother to care about what Daniel was thinking. He snapped off the rearview mirror of the car and observed the outside using the reflection of the mirror. When he saw the faint crowds of people behind the surrounding obstructions, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Thinking that Mark could finally learn a little bit smarter after what happened last time, he didn't expect that he was still so stupid. Ron put the phone to his mouth: "I still don't know what to do, Hank, give them some color."

As soon as the words were spoken, the agents of the two commandos who were outflanking Ron from the left and right sides were suddenly blown away by a huge force.When the companion went to check, there was already a purple bruise on his body.

"There are snipers! Be careful!"

Los Angeles is Ron's home field. As early as Ron was done with LOS, he had already sent a signal for Hank to bring people over. Mark's CIA team happened to fall into the ambush that Ron arranged for him.

"Take cover as close as possible! Lay down!" Mark yelled, but it was too late. Gunshots rang out from the roofs of the warehouses on both sides at the same time, and bullets shot from the high schools on both sides. The CIA agents were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered. They fell to the ground and howled.

What Hank and the others used were not real bullets, but the kind of rubber bullets commonly used by prison guards. When they hit people, they would automatically deform and would not be shot into the human body, thus greatly reducing the possibility of death.

After all, this is just a battle for regional dominance between the IRS and the CIA. Except for Washington DC, the actual control power of the three major agencies is different in each place. The default unspoken rule is that if one party has an absolute advantage in a region, then When the other two are doing things, they should respect his opinion more or less.

And if this kind of battle caused mass casualties, no one would be able to bear it, even Ron. Mark sent his men to attack, it was nothing more than the idea of ​​throwing the blame on the drug dealers.

But it doesn't mean that Ron can't teach the other party a small lesson.

After all, even rubber bullets are still bullets. Under the large amount of kinetic energy brought by the gunpowder, it is no different from being hit by a hammer, which can range from blue and purple to broken bones.

The gunfire started in an instant, and then disappeared in an instant, as if everything just didn't exist, except for the CIA agents lying on the ground with their wounds to prove the abuse they had just suffered.

"I said long ago that Los Angeles is my territory, and you crossed the line again, Mark, and this time you actually want to kill me, how should I punish you?"

Ron walked out directly from behind the bunker. At this moment, all the CIA agents had been knocked down to the ground, even Mark was no exception.

He was lying on the ground in embarrassment, with a large purple patch on his bald head, which was shot by Hank with a sniper rifle, when he saw Ron, he suddenly became extremely jealous: "You... what do you want? Let me tell you, even if you throw me into the black community and make people fuck me, I won't be afraid!"

The painful experience last time caused Mark to have a serious psychological shadow on Ron, and he couldn't help but tremble when he spoke.

Ron shook his head: "Before I said anything, you offered to go to the black community to be raped. Sometimes I don't know whether you came to Los Angeles to grab land or sell your ass. However, since you asked, it seems a bit inappropriate not to grant you."

"Hank! Hank!"

A slightly plump bald man stood on the top of the warehouse: "What's the matter? BOSS?"

"Here is up to you, just do as he said. Also, don't forget to send his colleagues to accompany him. For the sake of the precious time of the black compatriots, remember to strip their clothes clean in advance. In addition , considering the prices in the area, and their looks, don’t forget to hang a small tube around their necks, which says [-] cents a time.”

"No problem, BOSS." Hank agreed with a smirk. He had to say that he had already learned badly after spending so long with Ron.

"You devil! Kill me if you have the ability..." Mark yelled endlessly, and Ron had already walked away, only Daniel and Hank who were born watching his back were left...

Ron got home just in time for Sheldon to get back from get off work.

"Why didn't you go with Leonard today? You finally drove by yourself?" Luo Cheng asked strangely.

Sheldon has a driver's license, but due to strange brain circuits and poor driving skills, he never drives by himself. He always commutes with Leonard, and sometimes Amy sends him back.

"We came back together, except he took Penny on a date again, and I tell you, he's never going to get a Nobel Prize with his sleazy attitude towards science... Hey! Look, Ro Well, this is the popular science magazine "Scientific American" that published the paper that Leonard and I co-authored, maybe my evaluation just now is a bit arbitrary, he may not be so bad."

"is it?"

Ron didn't believe that Sheldon's poisonous tongue would suddenly change, and sure enough, the next sentence ushered in a turning point.

"Of course, although he may not have had a chance with real physics in this life, if he goes to teach in middle school, he will definitely become a good teacher. The premise is to teach history, a subject that only needs to parrot other people's words, not physics."

A month ago, Sheldon and Leonard co-authored a paper, which was a great success in the physics community. Principal Hibbert mentioned it when he invited Ron to dinner.

"Let me see your paper." Ron reached out to take the magazine from Sheldon, and Sheldon's face was tangled.

"I'm not sure if you can understand it. This is one of the most cutting-edge scientific journals, and we all know that you are just a Ph.D. in humanities. I'm sorry, physics may not be your specialty."

"Sheldon," Ron glared at him, "I'm not sure how well I know theoretical physics, but I must know more about experimental physics than you do, like how to design an experiment to put a shoe in your ass, thank you Don, would you like me to experiment?"

Under the coercion from the animals at the top of the food chain, Sheldon immediately shut up obediently.

"Wait, Sheldon, this article doesn't mention Leonard at all."

Sheldon didn't believe it: "How is it possible?"

"I'm pretty sure it only says 'Dr. Sheldon and his team'. Did you mention him during the interview?" Ron was deeply suspicious of Sheldon's integrity.

"I just answered a few questions about our theory, and then expressed my gratitude that Scientific American never included a bad-smelling card."

"Poor Leonard." Ron shook his head.

Sheldon was puzzled: "What's so pitiful? The theory he came up with was published by "Scientific American", and he should be so happy that he can fly."

"I don't think he should feel uncomfortable." Ron looked at Sheldon's confused expression, knowing that he really didn't understand, so he could only continue to remind: "Think about it, if one day, you were What do you think about passing it off and being referred to only as 'one of Dr. Leonard's team'?"

"I'm sure to get mad at them!"

"So, do you understand why?" Ron spread his hands and enlightened.

Sheldon asked uncertainly, "Is there any milk for a crying child?"

"Kill me! How could I have a younger brother like you? If you had one-tenth of Missy's EQ, you wouldn't have been beaten so many times when you were young, Sheldon," Ron rolled his eyes and said simply Post the correct answer: "He's going to be upset that you contributed equally to a paper that only mentions you."

"But it's not my fault, I didn't deliberately not mention him, and I didn't write this report." Shelton said with a pair of big eyes blinking innocently.

"Well, let me put it another way," Ron sighed: "Remember the last time I took you to Disneyland, they didn't choose you, but chose another child to pull out the sword in the stone?"

Sheldon gritted his teeth: "That dead kid! Oh! Poor Leonard."

"My God, you finally understand." Teaching Sheldon empathy, Ron was full of a sense of accomplishment.

"But it has to be said that choosing that child was a bad decision. If your churro will cry when it falls on the floor, you will never be able to rule Britain."

"That's right, but I think that a giant baby who is sick at the age of 20 and needs his mother to drink "Warm Cat" to put him to sleep is also not qualified to rule England, so let King Arthur rule the UK, you need to take this matter now Tell Leonard about it, before he comes back, you can think about what to say."

To be honest, Ron was still curious about how Sheldon would tell Leonard the bad news.

Sheldon is a jerk who never understands others. Although it is not his own fault, in the words of a brain doctor, he may be too prominent in a certain aspect, resulting in a lack of emotion.

For so many years, Ron has been taking care of him as a good brother, but if Sheldon can make up for his lack, it will undoubtedly be a good thing.

At nine o'clock, Leonard and Penny came back from a date, smiling as usual, and they were not idle after returning home, but sat in front of the computer and edited the photos of today's date one by one (mainly to make his P As tall as Penny) and post it on Facebook.

Holding the magazine, Sheldon stared at Leonard's back with a complicated expression, a little bit cowering.

"Go." Ron pointed to Leonard and said with his mouth.

"Leonard, have you ever noticed that my name is the only one on the cable bill?"

"Yes, what's the matter?" Leonard turned his head, not knowing why.

"That's fine, and I'm not on the electric bill with only your name on it, and I don't mind that." Sheldon continued to circle around.

"Actually, your name is also on the electricity bill."

"Yeah, it's terrible." Saying that, Sheldon flinched again, Ron couldn't see it anymore, got up and pushed Sheldon back: "Leonard, Sheldon has something to say to you Say."

"What's the matter?" Leonard stopped what he was doing.

"Sheldon!" Ron raised his voice.

Sheldon finally resigned to his fate and took out the magazine: "Well, I will tell you something, but you may not be happy to hear it. An article about our paper was published in "Scientific American."

"Is it a bad comment?" Leonard asked anxiously.

"No, it's a good review, but the problem is that the article didn't mention your name, only me." Sheldon handed over the magazine.

"is it?"

"I understand, this is very unfair to you, let the anger go with the wind, brother~" Shelton flatteringly helped Leonard rub his shoulders: "Just relax all the muscles in your body, except your pubococcygeus and Sphincter, you need to tighten these two muscles."

"Er...it doesn't need to be like this." Leonard was not used to being served by Sheldon for the first time, but Sheldon would be wrong.

"Of course, these two muscles can help you stop urine and feces."

Leonard felt more and more that something was wrong. If Sheldon didn't feel particularly guilty, he would definitely not be like this. He quickly looked at the magazine, and immediately found the word that made him uncomfortable: "What?!" Dr. Sheldon and his colleagues team'!"

"Beforehand, I had absolutely no idea they would write like that."

"Forget it, at least this article is about the theory itself, and that's what matters."

"Yes, you're right," Sheldon breathed a sigh of relief: "It's like Stan Lee and Steve Disco created Spider-Man together, maybe the credit goes to Stan Lee, but Steve knows , his role is as important, even if Stan Lee cameoed in all Marvel movies, he is much richer than Steve, more..."

"Sheldon!" Ron yelled loudly. He was helpless towards Sheldon. Leonard's anger had already subsided, so you said that, wouldn't it add fuel to the fire?
But Sheldon being Sheldon, he lived up to expectations.

"Sorry, I wanted to give a few more examples, but the name of the unlucky guy like you is really hard to remember..."

Ron saw that the veins on Leonard's head burst suddenly.

(End of this chapter)