Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"How about it? This tax rate is not high, right? As for the part of the tax you missed before, I think a total of ten million US dollars in fines will be enough. We promise not to pursue it again in the future."

Uncle Fried Chicken almost lost his breath and was so angry that he died.

70%, isn’t that high? If you have to pay $70 in tax out of $100, does that mean I am working for you? However, Uncle Fried Chicken had no intention of bargaining with Ron, because he knew that there was no way he could be reasonable.

"No problem." Uncle Fried Chicken leaned over the table and began to fill out the tax form seriously: "This check for ten million US dollars is for you, but you will have to wait a few days for the tax this time. My The goods have just been delivered to various sales points, and the payment has not been returned yet.”

Fried Chicken Uncle handed the tax return form and a check that had just been signed to Ron. Ron generously took out a tax back payment certificate that had been prepared for a long time, signed his name and handed it to Fried Chicken Uncle. In the hands of Uncle Chicken.

The whole process, if it weren't for Ron's pistol under the table and Hank's sniper rifle aiming here from a distance, it would have looked like a businessman signing a contract.

"Happy cooperation~" Ron had a happy smile on his face and took the initiative to reach out and shake Uncle Fried Chicken. The IRS's reward ratio for recovered taxes is 30%.

How much is 30% of $10 million? A total of three million US dollars! With so much money, if we rush to buy a few courtyard houses in the capital now before China hosts the Olympic Games...

Gee, I feel excited just thinking about it. It feels like I won’t have to struggle for the rest of my life.

But unfortunately, this idea can only be thought of now. It is now 2007. Although China has always welcomed foreign investment, there are still restrictions on the types of investment, which are generally limited to industrial types. Behavior like this is similar to speculation. , Ron wasn't sure if it would work.

Maybe you can ask a professional to ask.

Sure enough, it was the drug dealers who made the quickest move, and they achieved financial freedom in an instant.

Unfortunately, the money does not entirely belong to him. When Ron reported his intention to fight drug dealers, he was told that he might be given the maximum law enforcement authority and could also be given various preliminary financial and material support, but These are not free, they have to be repaid, and they are doubled.

Calculated, the arms in Ron's secret room and the rent of the office space combined will cost the IRS headquarters US$500,000. Moreover, since Ron's special operations team is independently operated, in addition to the salaries that all members receive according to the establishment, , without any funding.

In other words, although Ron can use this money freely, he still has to leave a large part for department funds, such as paying bonuses to Hank and Andy, and purchasing other equipment.

"It's really not pleasant to work with you." Uncle Fried Chicken quickly took his hand away from Ron's as soon as he touched it, and wiped it gently with a paper towel, as if he had just come into contact with something dirty.

Ron didn't take it seriously at all. He forced people to do this, but he still didn't allow them to lose their temper?

Uncle Fried Chicken didn't look good at all. Thinking of the money he just took out, his heart was bleeding, but there was nothing he could do. Who wanted to be eaten by Ron today?

Ron returned to the car, drove to the meeting point agreed with Hank, picked him up and left.

"How's it going BOSS? Is everything going well?" Hank asked casually while sitting in the passenger seat, wiping the newly captured trophy with care. It was a Soviet-made VSS silent sniper rifle that used 9mm bullets.

It is a common marksman's sniper rifle in the game. Generally, no one would pick it up if there is a choice. However, in reality, its power is not as bad as in the game.

It is not a problem to penetrate ordinary body armor within a distance of 400 meters. In addition, it has the advantages of small recoil, easy to carry and concealment. It is a weapon that cannot be ignored.

"Of course it went well? What other tricks can he do?" Ron was so happy that he almost grinned from the corner of his mouth to his ears, but frowned slightly when he saw the gun in Hank's arms: "So you like to use sniper rifles?"

"Of course, my position was actually a sniper when I was serving in the army, sir." Hank said very self-consciously.

"Well, if that's the case, maybe I can help you change to a more suitable weapon. I just made a lot of money from Uncle Fried Chicken. Just tell me what weapon you like. Don't worry about money!"

Ron Hao angrily slapped his chest and promised that he is so willful if he has money. He is also planning to replace all the computers in the office with the most high-end computers on the market when he goes back. He can still work in the office when he is free. a game.

"No, it's enough for me." Hank fondled the sniper rifle in his arms with such tenderness that Ron suspected that he had never touched his wife so numbly when he returned home.

"In the city, the distance from the bunker to the target generally does not exceed three hundred meters at most. At this distance, nothing is more useful than this little baby. It is concealed and has low recoil. It can still be used after a missed shot. Immediately make up for the second shot, or even the third shot."

"Refilling the gun? It's so troublesome." Ron looked disdainful: "Why not choose to finish it with one shot?"

"However, even the most skilled sniper cannot guarantee that he will miss every shot, and my level is still far from the best." Hank admitted the fact that his level was not good enough.

Ron objected sternly: "No, this is just your habitual thinking. Who told you that the sniper attack is only completed if you hit the target?"

"Isn't it?" Hank asked back: "If you don't hit the target, how can you achieve the goal of killing?"

"Why not?" Ron turned on the missionary mode with a holy look on his face. He wanted to use the advanced concepts from China to educate the backward thinking elements like Hank in the American Empire.

"The purpose of sniping is to kill the target, right?"

Hank nodded, isn’t this nonsense~

"But who said this can only be achieved when the bullet is fired into the target's body?"

"Then what other way is there?" Hank's expression was a little confused. What else could he do if he didn't hit the target?

"It's smaller, your pattern is smaller." Ron shook his head and sighed: "Have you ever thought that if your firepower is strong enough, such as using a cannon, even if it does not hit the target itself, it will only hit around the target.

The impact and fragmentation caused by the explosion are enough to kill the target, and you don't even need to aim very accurately! "

Well, the disease of insufficient heavy firepower is contagious and spreads from person to person. Currently, Hank is being infected by Ron.

Hank's expression showed a hint of wavering: "Is this really true? But weapons like artillery don't seem to be very convenient to carry, right?"