Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"I'm going to the bathroom first." Hank stood up, but Ron grabbed him because he felt that something was wrong with Hank's expression from just now.

"I think there's something wrong with your expression. You look like you're afraid of something? Don't tell me that you're having diarrhea right now and you're afraid that it'll be in your pants. If so, I'll let you go immediately."

Ron deliberately made a distasteful gesture of pinching his nose. Hank was pulled by him but did not mention the matter of washing his hands and sat back down again.

"You're right. Maybe I'm really scared. You may have heard that I've actually been at the border for a few days before. You definitely can't remember what I saw there?!"

In order not to arouse the target's vigilance, Hank's voice was a little low, and it sounded more like a roar, as if he wanted to shout out all the frights he had received these days, but suppressed the feeling in his chest. .

Ron put his hand on Hank's arm, and it was obvious that this middle-aged man was a real man.

"Although I don't know, I can probably guess that drug dealers have always been the most brutal criminals among all the criminal dealers I have come into contact with. Even if they pay all the taxes, there will be no more money to be squeezed out of them. , I will also find ways to clean them up.

It is a waste of air for such people to remain in the world. "

As a time-traveler who grew up under the red flag in his previous life and received a superior socialist education, Ron hated drugs.

When he was in school, even though many classmates had tried marijuana, which is said to be even less harmful than cigarettes, Ron never touched it, because he knew that once you start with anything, you will eventually get tired of it, and If you want to seek something more exciting, it will be inevitable to become an addict one day.

"No! You don't know what I've been through!" Hank was still a little excited: "Have you seen the scene where the informant's head was cut off and placed on a turtle shell? You haven't!

You have never seen a bomb hidden under a turtle blowing up the colleague who was chatting and laughing with you just now into pieces, and you can't even put them together! "

"How do you know I haven't seen it?" Ron asked sarcastically: "Or do you think I got my title as the first IRS agent by flattering?

I even infiltrated Guzmán’s drug factory, and guess what the hell I saw there? Those damn drug dealers deserve to go to hell! "

At this point, Ron's expression was a little scary, and Hank didn't even dare to look directly at him, but Ron still took advantage of his long arms to hold Hank's head and look at him.

"But so what? That just reminds me that I still have a lot of work to do. Do I still have to kneel down and beg them not to sell those things?" Ron almost said every word through his teeth. to squeeze out the words.

"So," Ron pressed Hank's head and looked at the two big men who had just completed the drug deal, and whispered in his ear: "If you don't want me to look down on you, one person at a time, let's kill these two bastards How about grabbing them and asking them where they got the goods?”

After saying that, Ron let go of Hank's head, drank all the beer in his glass, and swaggered towards the seats where the two of them were sitting, with an expression of "I'm looking for trouble" on his face. Hank lowered his head and was stunned for a moment. But he immediately drank his own wine and followed him.

"Everyone stand up!"

"What do you think is wrong with us? Bitch!" The two big men's interest in drinking was interrupted. They stood up very unhappy and showed off the bulging muscles on their bodies. They didn't mind giving this so-called " "Business Elite" has a little color.

"Bah! I'm not happy as long as you're still breathing. It feels like the air here is polluted."

Ron loosened the top two buttons of his shirt and spat directly into the face of the bald man who was as tall as himself.

Really, he has no skills, he is just a little gangster who knows nothing. He even imitates Toretto and has a bald head. Who are you trying to scare? Ron hated this kind of person the most.

The strong man was immediately enraged and punched Ron on the handsome face. However, Ron, who was well prepared, caught it with a light blow. He even had time to press on the other strong man's balls. A hard kick.

The strong man screamed, bent over like a shrimp, covered his key parts and fell down.

The strong man facing Ron quickly realized that this was a ruthless character. When he wanted to take back the fist held by Ron, he found that no matter how hard he tried, his fist would not move in Ron's hand. He was panicked. He had never I have never met anyone with such strength.

"Bah~" Ron spat on the strong man's face again, his expression was arrogant, but in the strong man's eyes he looked so unbeatable: "You only have this much strength? Not when you are having sex with your dog at home. Did you use up all your strength? What a poor guy~"

Ron's tone was extremely sympathetic, and he didn't know whether he was pitying the strong man or pitying the strong man's dog for being unsatisfied.

"FXXK! Bitch, you go to hell!" Unable to take his hand back, the strong man was angered by Ron's words again. He simply picked up his other big hand that was not controlled by Ron and made it into a fist. It hit Ron's handsome face, and it was bound to beat this man with a foul mouth like a pretty boy to a pulp.

Ron continued to put on a mocking smile, as if he hadn't seen the strong man's fist at all, which scared Hank so much that he yelled "Be careful!" But before he could say anything else, only Seeing Ron's hand holding the strong man's fist twist somehow, the big man's strong body immediately fell to the ground uncontrollably.

The reminder that Hank was about to blurt out turned into an exclamation of Ron's strength, "Beautiful!", but his exclamation immediately turned into worry.

Because he saw that the big man who had just been kicked in the balls by Ron stood up again, picked up a beer bottle from another table and looked at Ron eagerly.

"Careful!" Hank yelled, and without any explanation he rushed towards the big man who was holding up the bottle, but when he was halfway there, there was a "Bang!" and a glass ashtray exploded in the big man's face.

"Plop~" The big man fell straight down, leaving Hank to miss.

Ron stood up and kicked the strong man in the stomach who had just twisted. The strong man bowed into a shrimp, and then stepped on the sneak attack big man's stomach. The big man who had just fainted was woken up by the pain. .

"Young boy! You've got some skills now. I'll let you sneak attack! I'll let you sneak attack!..." Ron would stomp hard every time he cursed, and after seven or eight stomps in a row, he finally calmed down and looked back at Hank. .

"I'm sorry, I took your share away. You won't blame me, right?"