Chapter 3 03Don’t force me, I won’t do it anymore

Howard was hit hard on the head again.

Finally I couldn't bear it anymore.

He staggered, lost his balance and fell backwards.

"boom!"

There was a muffled sound and Howard fell heavily to the ground.

Ron understands that it is better to chase the enemy with courage than to become the overlord in name only.

While Howard was covered, he pounced on him like a hungry wolf.

He sat down on Howard's body, swung out his fist and hit Howard's disgusting face hard.

Looking at that posture, he vowed to beat Howard to death before he stopped.

When Howard saw the recorder, his eyes straightened, his face full of disbelief, and his body stopped struggling.

She thought she had learned a lot from her previous job, but after joining the TV station, she realized that the world was as dark as crows.

But the distance is too far and I can't reach it, so I can only be helpless and furious.

He was actually...even more exciting.

Only then did the stunned colleagues react, and they quickly stepped forward to hug the frantic Ron tightly.

Mad, this is so fucked up.

The two speculative people booked a room in the hotel and went to the boat to talk all night long.

After knowing who Annie was, the two of them chatted more and more.

"Let's see you tomorrow. Actually, there's nothing to say. Don't pester me anymore...ah!"

Ron recalled the memories in his mind, and he was shocked to find that many geographical locations in the United States had changed drastically.

"Anne Hathaway" smiled.

Because she was sitting on a high stool, her plump buttocks and long white legs were perfectly exposed.

Ron knew in his heart that even if this incident had not happened, Howard would not ask for credit for him.

Everyone turned to look at Ron in surprise, shook their heads and returned to their seats.

She found that she was powerless about the environment and was extremely distressed, so she went out to drink.

Howard was like a mad dog about to rush up and beat Ron.

Although he has a lot of goddesses in his mind.

Not only did he have a bad temper, he also became cunning.

Only the deputy team leader, Sean, is senior enough and is not afraid of offending his boss.

Ron blinked, suspecting that he was hallucinating.

In the past, Ron's personality was quite gentle.

Believe in yourself and stay calm.

Ron's incompetence made Howard furious.

He wanted to slap himself twice in the face.

Ron prepared a voice recorder and obtained evidence of his racial discrimination.

Ron people are all stunned. It can't be such a coincidence, right?

As a man who works silently behind Anne.

At this moment he felt weak, pitiful and helpless!

The next day.

Ron beat himself so hard that it hurt like hell now.

There was a loud sound of the door closing.

Ron nodded and shrugged.

After making such great achievements, he was faced with criticism and criticism.

Breathing the free air, Ron's mood improved slightly.

A man left the Robbery and Murder Division alone.

"Do you think I will believe it?"

Her situation cannot be said to be exactly the same as before, it can only be said to be similar with some minor differences.

"How about giving me the recorder and I'll forgive you for your mistakes in this mission?"

His blond hair was messy, his head was swollen, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, staining his white shirt red, his face was bruised, and the wounds at the corners of his eyes were viciously cracked, making him look particularly scary.

"Then your life must be wonderful."

The key is, that familiar yet unfamiliar pretty face always makes Ron full of excitement and doubles his sense of accomplishment.

"Don't!"

In this beautiful country, a country of immigrants, racial discrimination is not uncommon. Discrimination is hidden in the dark, and it doesn't matter if no one catches it.

"What the fuck, Anne Hathaway?"

Ron was punched so hard that his fists turned red.

Ron pushed away his colleague who was hugging him, took out the recording pen from his pocket and shook it.

Lu Xun was right when he said that it doesn’t matter if the leader says it’s okay or not, it’s okay if the leader says no.

"It's nothing. I accidentally knocked my foot just now. You don't need to show concern. Howard, I'm telling you now that we're done."

Maybe Ron is really handsome, maybe Ron looks interesting.

I was careless just now.

Ron's eyes shone, eager to try.

The body left, but the feet were still within reach, and the reluctant feet kicked Howard's body reluctantly.

As for the vice team's hint that Howard would wear small shoes for him, since there is no recorder in his hand, Howard would even give him small shoes.

Howard's expression was distorted.

Isn't Anne the heroine in "Wears Prada"?

When the undercover agent came back, why did he become so violent?

This is an endless rhythm!

This is obvious racial discrimination.

A good man doesn't suffer immediate losses, so Howard thought he should get the recorder first.

"Buzz buzz..."

"Bang!"

Is this still a royal law? Is this still a matter of law?

If all Chinese Americans are thieves like Ron, how can people like him still hang out?

Howard's eyes were red and anxious.

Colleagues saw Ron, who was like a mad rabbit, being so vindictive.

The cell phone rang.

Ron was prepared, but he didn't expect Howard to be so unscrupulous.

Annie covered her red lips with her little hands and looked at Ron in surprise with wide eyes.

"Fuck, don't fucking stop me, I'm going to kill him!"

"And you?"

After a long time, Howard felt less dizzy.

"Fuck, are you plotting against me?"

Ma De, I really felt comfortable just now.

Anne was stunned.

Many place names should not exist at all, but they appear on the map of the beautiful country inexplicably.

He was so insidious that he prepared a voice recorder in advance. It was really unruly.

Ron vaguely heard a male voice on the other end of the phone.

He smiled confidently, finally figuring out who Anne was?
To be continued...