Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"Toretto, what are you doing?!" O'Connor, who had just escaped from the artillery fire, was stunned by Toretto's operation: "We just escaped from that place and can't go back. At least there are people over there. Thirty people.”

"How many do you think are left now?" The Hummer swerved on the solid wall and pointed the front of the car back at the place where it had just escaped, which was now a sea of ​​​​fire.

O'Connor opened his mouth in surprise: "Who did this? It's like hell!"

However, his surprise did not last long. Immediately, some members of the drug cartel who were still alive found them and opened fire on them. But as soon as he fired two shots, he was hit by something unknown in the sky.

"BOOM!" The member of the drug cartel was blown into a puddle of minced meat, splashing all over the companion next to him. A rib was inserted into the chest of the other companion, and it was obvious that he was dead.

On the top of the hill, Hank, wearing night vision goggles, breathed out softly and immediately pointed the gun at another crowded place.

On the other side, Ron, Arthur and Gizelle were firing downwards while sliding down the hillside, like divine soldiers descended from heaven, but they were fast, and someone was faster than them.

A drone emitting an annoying noise like a buzzer swooped fiercely behind a scrapped car: "BOOM!"

The fire was radiating, and countless severed limbs flew out from behind the car. When they were put together, they could form two people. Ron ducked behind a big rock and picked up the walkie-talkie painfully.

The freckle-faced boy in the pickup truck on the mountain felt very happy. This was much more enjoyable than torturing a cat at home, not to mention getting paid for it.

"Karl! Stop it! Do you know how much a drone costs?! If you dare to blow me up again, your reward will be gone tonight!"

Hank complained: "I told you long ago that no child labor is allowed in this job."

"Damn it, fat pig." The freckled boy took off his VR glasses and stared at Hank lying in front of the car and said bitterly.

"Did you hear that? Karl?" The intercom rang again, and Karl could only reply with a grimace: "Received BOSS."

Then he put his VR glasses back on, and a drone larger than the drone that was blown up took off again. There was a flash of fire under the hill, and the P90 submachine gun on the drone was clearly visible.

Under Carl's control, he descended from the other side of the valley and shot down two drug dealers who were trying to escape from here with a long shot.

Ron once again had to lament Howard's strong hands-on ability. He just proposed an idea, and within two days, Howard had installed a submachine gun on the drone.

Except for the fact that it did not have an AI program to independently identify ourselves and the enemy, this attack drone was almost exactly the same as the small military drone Ron had seen in the future.

Unintentionally, there are three sides of the valley: on one side is the extremely sharp commando team formed by Ron, Arthur and Gizelle, on the other side is the elusive combat drone controlled by Carl, and on the other side is the blockade established by O'Connor Toretto based on cars. bring.

In addition, Hank, who was constantly supporting with sniper grenades on the top of the mountain, was controlled by Ron and his gang on all three sides.

Even Ron himself only fired three shots from the beginning to the end, without even firing a single bullet. Ron ducked out from behind the stone again, knocked down the three drug dealers with three rapid strikes, and emptied the bullets.

At this time, the entire drug gang was left with the strong black man who was left behind by Ron, kneeling in the middle, looking extremely miserable.

He was shot once in the left shoulder and arm. The entire left arm was hanging limply on the body and could no longer function. The bullet hole in the right knee was bleeding out. In addition, he was shot in the abdomen. If the bleeding stopped, Otherwise, he would not survive three hours.

But Toretto didn't care about this, he had already kicked him down, raised his fist and hit him hard.

"Hey, Toretto, don't just vent, we have some serious business to do." Ron waited until Toretto had vented enough before pulling him up. The black man on the ground had been beaten so hard that he didn't even recognize him.

"Tsk~ It's really disgusting. You look like this. No wonder you can only do this kind of dead-end job." Ron was startled by the ugly face of the black man and kicked him: "Hey, can you still do it? say."

But the strong man's throat could only make a "whooping" sound.

Seeing this, Ron used a dagger to cut open a bag of white powder in Toretto's car, grabbed a handful and stuffed it into the strong man's mouth. The effect was immediate. After a while, the strong man immediately let out a sound as unpleasant as a night owl. laughter.

"Hahaha... You dare to touch Barak's things... You all... must die... all of you must die!"

It actually feels like a return to the past, it seems like their products are really good.

"Pah." Ron picked up the strong man's head and slapped him hard: "Boy, answer whatever I ask you now. Nod if you understand."

Before the strong man could continue to insult, Ron inserted the dagger that had just cut open the drug into his thigh flesh and stirred it up.

"Hiss..." Even though most of the pain was forcibly covered by the powder, the strong man still gasped in pain from his move, and a look of fear finally appeared on his face.

"Can you understand what I'm saying now?" The strong man nodded obediently.

"Did you really kill Letty? Kill her with your own hands?"

Toretto was the first to ask the question, and the answer he got was shaking his head. He finally breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Leti must still be alive. As long as she is alive, he still has a chance to see her.

"Where was she taken?" The black man shook his head, but Ron turned the dagger in his flesh with a shaky smile, "How about you think about it again?"

The black man screamed in pain: "Hiss... I really don't know! I only know that the person who took her away is named Owen, and he is a big shot that even Barack must bow to."

"This is Uncle Ron's good boy~"

"Ah!" Ron pulled out the dagger, then took out a plastic bag from his pocket, opened it, grabbed fine sand-like crystals and sprinkled them on his wound. Just when Arthur felt that Ron was too kind, the drone I don't know when a big jar was dragged down.

"Last question, do you know KIKI?" Ron smiled more cordially: "Forget it, you don't have to answer. I saw the necklace you hung. It was the birthday gift I gave him last year."

"What are you going to do?!" Seeing Ron approaching step by step with the jar in his arms, the black man finally realized something was wrong and screamed in horror.

"What are you doing? Of course, you want to pay back the torture you inflicted on my teacher." Ron threw the jar against the black man's leg, and the small black dots inside immediately enveloped the black man as if there was an order.

The black man was in pain and began to struggle violently: "What is this!"

"Red imported fire ants, by the way, the thing I sprinkled on you just now happened to be their favorite white sugar." Ron stretched out contentedly: "Okay, I'm finally done with tonight's work, let's call it a day. .”

Guessing game:

Friends who guess Carl's surname will get the naming rights for the next chapter update.