American Comprehensive Detective: Opening with a black gun

Chapter 88 88 is more justice than zero dollar purchase

Behind the two of them was the owner of the shooting gallery who looked frightened.

IRS is the logo of the United States Internal Revenue Service, a department more powerful than the FBI.

The two walked straight to Ron. The bald middle-aged man in the lead said, "It's Ron, right?"

Ron looked the two men up and down.

These are two white people, the leader is a bald middle-aged man.

The person next to him is younger, almost in his twenties.

"Yes, I am, you guys have something to do with me?!"

"My name is Wyatt. Our ISR found that more than half a month ago, you spent US$320,000 to buy a Lincoln car. If you can't prove the source of the money, we have reason to suspect that you were involved in money laundering."

The bald middle-aged man shook the ID in his hand and said expressionlessly.

Brandon next to him was very happy when he heard it. He didn't expect such a good thing to be seen.

Wyatt glared at Ron fiercely, clenching his fists so hard that his nails dug into his flesh.

Ron squinted at the two figures who came and left in a hurry.

"You seem to be in trouble. Do you need a lawyer? I can help you contact the most professional lawyer in Los Angeles!"

Ron was the first person he had ever seen who dared to slap them in the face.

The department that almost overthrew their IRS, a history that was hidden by the IRS, can be vaguely seen from the later declassified documents that caused their IRS to pay a heavy price.

He felt that what happened today was definitely not a coincidence, and that someone was trying to mess with him.

Wyatt gave Ron a hard look, then turned around and left.

"What are you looking at? Get out! I have no interest in talking to two abandoned people. Call your boss behind the scenes and let me see if he is qualified to investigate me!"

"As long as he is alive, we can continue to investigate and investigate all the sources of income of the person who sent him the money."

"Juan, don't leave yet!"

Grace saw the IRS on the other side and said to Ron cautiously.

Grace looked at Ron meaningfully. If Ron was not stupid, then Ron must have someone she didn't know she could rely on.

It’s embarrassing to go to grandma’s house!

Ron curled his lips in disdain, "Cannon fodder, you have no right to say harsh words. Get out!"

As a result, Ron didn't move at all.

"Not convinced? Do it! If you do, I'll beat you to death!"

"Of course, Ron, 25 years old, was transferred from the Robbery-Murder Division to the FBI on September 25th. I hope you can actively cooperate with us, otherwise, it will not be good for anyone if things get serious!" Wyatt looked at him contemptuously.

Xiang Ron, standing high above him, seemed to be looking at the fish on the chopping board.

Wyatt's voice came from behind, and Huan came back to his senses.

As he spoke, Ron raised his pistol and pointed the muzzle directly at Wyatt's eyebrows.

"Snapped!"

Wyatt glanced at the confident Juan and sneered: "Huh? Who said it can only be a living person?"

He hesitated to speak, but finally couldn't hold it back, "Boss, you won't believe his lies, will you?"

Still a slap in the face openly.

The veterans association they joined is also very powerful, but they don't dare to bully the IRS like this.

So what if Ron won the contest, now the trouble has just begun.

Perhaps the movement was too big, and it twitched the swollen right side of his face. He gasped, with a painful expression on his face.

It would be very difficult if the IRS gets hold of it.

Shame on you!

What a look down on their ISR!

Not only was the bald middle-aged man stunned, but Brandon was also stunned. This situation seemed different from what he had imagined.

"Asshole, if the IRS asks you a question, please cooperate well. Who the hell gave you the courage..." The young man next to Wyatt became angry and pushed Ron hard.

Who is this Ron and why is he so unscrupulous?

Is Ron really not afraid of the IRS?

Since joining the IRS, he has heard about the great achievements of the IRS countless times, but no one has ever dared to humiliate them so blatantly.

Facts have proved that no matter how powerful the guns and artillery are, in the face of endless and strange and inexplicable methods, their department will kneel even if they say it!

It's simply an embarrassment to the IRS.

Juan's eyes widened, "Is it possible... is it possible that there are still dead people giving him money?"

"What do you think!" Wyatt threw the cigarette butt out of the window and cursed in a low voice, "Damn it, I've been cheated!"

His attitude still stunned the assistant next to him, so he let the matter go.

"I advise you to check me out again! As for the source of the money, I was lucky enough to go out. Is it okay if I picked it up? If this doesn't work, is it okay if someone else gave it to me?"

Wyatt suddenly remembered a department.

Obviously, not many people are stupid.

Being targeted by the IRS, Ron will lose his skin even if he doesn't die.

"Just wait, we will come back!"

Juan felt the burning pain coming from his eyebrow bone, and the hatred in his heart became stronger and stronger.

The two got into the car. Wyatt impatiently took out a cigarette, lit it, took a long puff, and exhaled a puff of white smoke.

His assistant froze on the spot.

There were crisp sounds, which made Wyatt's face swell.

Wyatt confirmed that he seemed to have been tricked.

I have seen arrogant people, but I have never seen such arrogant people.

These are a bunch of ruthless people who tax both zero-dollar purchases and drug dealers.

Ron shook his head, but looked steadily at the bald middle-aged man, "Are you sure you want to arrest me? Have you found out my identity?"

Ron ignored everyone's shocked looks and went to the bathroom to send a text message to the deputy director, Gilbert.

Brandon also opened his mouth in surprise.

Wyatt said somewhat blankly: "So what if you don't believe it, so what if you believe it? Do you believe that he can really get someone to prove that the money was given to him by others?"

Wyatt also realized that Ron seemed to have someone to rely on.

So are they still the IRS?

Is it still the department that scares countless people?

Ron raised his pistol and slapped the young man hard on the face. His brow bone cracked and blood flowed down his cheek.

Wyatt sneered and said: "You are really right. If you continue to investigate him, there may be dead people to prove him. By then, I don't know if we will be alive to investigate!"

"Boss, you can't joke, can you?"

Moreover, did Ron get the wrong person?

They are ISR. Who gave you, an ordinary FBI person, the courage to talk to them like this?

"Shut up!" Wyatt shouted with blood-red eyes.

But it was not his style to be so cowardly, so he said harshly.

Ron faced an IRS investigation as a regular FBI agent.

But what could make Ron so unscrupulous and treat him like this?

The bullshit IRS is so useless that even the FBI can't handle it.

When Wyatt saw Ron being so unscrupulous, his heart was beating wildly and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

Juan's expression immediately became indignant, "This Ron is really so lawless. Who believes that the money was given as a gift or picked up by others? If he can't prove the money he spent to buy the car, then the money will be

If there's a problem, maybe it's because he was the FBI's dirty money."

The assistant next to Wyatt was really shocked.

Ron would really shoot him.

Wyatt was stunned, not expecting Ron to have such a perfunctory reply.

As he spoke, Ron turned to look at Wyatt, reached out and patted Wyatt's face, "Pop!"

Ron smiled, and pointed sharply at the IRS logo on Wyatt's chest.

He looked at Ron in disbelief, his eyes bursting with blazing anger.

The two took the elevator down to the first floor.

He bets that if he does it.

This is not their way of doing things at all!

Brandon was also shocked.

When Huan heard this, a cool air flowed from his tailbone to the sky.

Following behind, the black owner of the shooting gallery was stunned. Ron was too bold.

Only then did Juan realize the danger of their mission.

"Uh..." Juan saw Wyatt's devouring expression and closed his mouth aggrievedly.

Otherwise, it has been almost a month, and the IRS is just now suddenly coming to our door. There might be some conspiracy involved.

According to the special status of their Bureau of Investigation, when will it be the IRS’s turn to take charge of collecting illegal money?

What's more, he didn't accept anyone's illegal money at all. At most, he was robbing the rich and giving to the poor, which is more righteous than zero-dollar purchases.

Zero Yuan Gou robbed civilians, but he robbed drug dealers. Can the nature be the same?

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