Daily life of an American TV drama agent

When the crisis was over, Ron didn't let Monica go immediately. Anyway, she couldn't see anything from that angle. Ron became mischievous, whispered "cooperate with me" in Monica's ear and kissed her deeply.

Five minutes later, Monica gently pushed Ron away: "How is it? Is that enough? How about we talk about business first?"

As she said that, Monica pointed to the rearview mirror of the car. From her angle, she could just see the situation behind her, so she was cooperating with her from the beginning?

Ron was secretly happy, but he had had enough fun and prioritized business. After completing the task first, he would have more time: "I just came here and I don't understand the situation well. Do you have any plans?"

"You're a little late. Veron was looking for a driver before, and I just arranged for two FBI agents to go in." Monica arranged the clothes that were messed up by Ron: "They have been selected by Veron. "

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be Detective O'Connor and a well-spoken black boy?" Ron admired Monica's shocked expression with satisfaction.

"Even if the time is right, I don't plan to drive for Veron. That's not my style. Besides," Ron pointed upward with his hand: "The boss is pressing me. I want to get it done quickly, preferably in two days." This can be over within a minute.”

"Impossible!" Monica looked at Ron like a madman: "Do you know how careful he is? It's impossible for an outsider like you to get close to him!"

"Who said I was going to get close to him?" Ron walked to the car that Yuri left for him, opened the trunk, looked at the equipment inside and nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that Yuri understood him.

"Then what are you going to do?"

Ron solemnly said: "First of all, I need you to help me determine where the evidence in Veron's hands is."

"I can tell you this right now. It is inside the wall of a small house in a seaside slum. It is kept with his money. There are about ten men guarding it there. The most important thing is that the FBI is also suspicious of that place.

They don't dare to alert the enemy until they have no further assurance. If you don't disrupt the situation, in a week at most, Weilong will have people take them all out and run away. "

When the word money was mentioned, Monica's eyes lit up.

Ron carefully recalled the plot and found something wrong. Logically speaking, even Monica should not know about this place. It was not until the end when Veron escaped that he let two of his henchmen escort the unlucky duo. Just go get the money.

If Monica knew from the beginning, why didn't she tell them?

Monica suddenly came up, put her hands around Ron's neck and winked at Ron mischievously: "That idiot who is wondering why I didn't tell the FBI? Think about it, what's the benefit of telling them to me? Don't forget, We are our own people.”

Ron immediately understood from Monica's expression that this woman also wanted a piece of the action! No wonder she didn't say anything there.

Well, she was indeed a woman who could take care of the gang leader, but Ron didn't mind sharing another share of the money that he originally planned to keep for himself. This was originally a windfall.

"Well, I guess we need a plan..."

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After discussing the plan with Ron, Monica returned to Veron. He could not leave for too long to cause unnecessary suspicion, and Ron also obtained Veron's complete schedule from him, which gave him Further planning has been facilitated.

A direct assault on Velon's secret base? This is the simplest method, but also the most retarded.

Ron, the subordinate of the ten gangsters, thinks that he can handle it all by himself, but his main task is not the money, but the evidence. If he attracts the attention of the FBI during the operation, it will not be easy for them to get it under their noses. If the evidence is taken away, Ron himself will be exposed.

This is something Ron will never tolerate. What he wants to do is to take away the money and evidence quietly without leaving any trace of his presence.

So now it seems that the factor that has the greatest impact on Ron's mission is not Veron's men, but the FBI. Therefore, Ron came up with a brilliant plan.

At night, Veron held a party at the "Oasis", one of Miami's most prestigious nightclubs, to entertain his men, and FBI agents who were always paying attention to Veron's every move had already sneaked in here through various methods.

And here, in addition to the FBI and the Vilon gang, there is also a third party that sways back and forth between the two gangs, that is, the local police station that Vilon used money to infiltrate into a sieve, and they are also invited.

Ron was observing everything here from the top of the building opposite the nightclub. He finally smiled when he saw the stupid Detective O'Connor and his stupid black guy talking to the security guard at the door.

"The actors are all in place, now it's time to start the performance~"

After saying that, Ron pulled down his mask and slid down from the roof of the building. At this time, he was already wearing an FBI SWAT team uniform.

Inside the house, Veron put a big rat into a metal bucket with a cruel look on his face, and placed it upside down on the belly of a fat man whose limbs were fixed on the table by his men.

This is the local policeman who was previously bought by Veron. Now he is arranged by the FBI to monitor Veron's property. When Veron wanted him to remove the people, he was refused. He had to do it in front of two newcomers. Punish this villain who takes money and does nothing.

"I'm a policeman! Villon, you can't do this to me! If I do something wrong, all the police outside will come to arrest you!"

From the iron barrel, there was the squeaking sound of mice and the sound of claws scraping against the wall of the barrel, which made people feel numb.

Veron was unmoved and held a flamethrower to the iron barrel and began to roast it: "Listen, the rat inside will want to dig a new passage to escape outside because of the heat in the iron barrel. Do you think it will?" Come out from where?"

The police chief's eyes widened in horror, but because his mouth was covered, he could only struggle in vain.

"It's biting me!" The police finally took advantage of the gap to shout this sentence, but the voice was drowned by the music outside and did not cause any movement. Veron signaled with his eyes, and his mouth was covered again.

The musket roasted the iron barrel until it turned red, and the squeaking sound inside disappeared. However, this was not good news, because the owner of the sound began to work on drilling holes.

"Say it, tell all your men to withdraw, say it!" Weilong continued to press.

At this time, Ron had already crawled into the nightclub through the ventilation duct. The men brought by the police chief were teasing the beauties arranged by Veron while sitting at the gambling table playing cards with great ease. They had no idea that their boss was playing cards. Being tortured inside.

Ron looked at the depraved policemen in civilian clothes below, curved his lips in a proud arc, and shouted:

"The boss was taken away by Weilong's people! Brothers, pick up the guy and go save the boss!"