Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"Enemy attack!"

As the gangsters making the transaction howled, when the two parties who were originally trading looked back, three rockets fell into the crowd, scaring everyone to the point where they immediately fell down.

"BOOM!"

As the explosion sounded, the expected fire did not appear. The three rocket bombs exploded a large amount of dry powder, shrouding the gang members. Hobbs's former partner Phil had already taken advantage of the chaos to slip out of the basement. .

"Ron! Phil ran away!" Hobbes reported the situation to Ron while firing into the smoke.

"You go and chase it, leave it to me." Ron immediately ordered: "Also, take your oil bottle with you, so I don't accidentally kill it."

"Okay, be careful." Hobbes, who knew Ron's abilities well, didn't waste any time and grabbed Kevin's collar. He chased him out of the basement like a little chicken.

Until the news came from the earphones that Hobbes had left. With the cover of the smoke, Ron left the firing point and moved behind a new pillar. He chuckled: "Now you can finally let go, scumbags. Wait to die!"

It wasn't that Ron didn't want to kill the terrorists in the smoke, but that the smoke, after causing the terrorists to fall into chaos, also blocked Ron's shooting sight.

Of course, this group of terrorists were not fools. Except for the two unlucky guys who were shot by Ron and Hobbs based on their memory, they all cleverly rolled behind the nearest cover as soon as possible.

When the smoke cleared, the terrorists nervously glanced around with their guns outside, but saw nothing except a few cars in the empty garage.

What a hell!

Ron glanced at the location of the terrorists through the rearview mirror of the car next to him, suddenly rushed up, dodged out from behind the pillar, and quickly took out the M500 revolver from the holster like in a Western movie.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Like the fireworks lit on the heads of the five terrorists targeted by Ron, they were beaten into blood by powerful bullets.

"over there!"

Of course, the terrorists were not to be outdone, and immediately picked up the guns on hand and shot at Ron wildly. Ron quickly ducked back behind the pillar, and the bullets left a row of bullet holes in the pillar.

FXXK! It's an assault rifle!

Ron threw out the magazine, dumped the five empty cartridge cases, and reloaded with five bullets, while the well-trained terrorists, under the command of the leader, surrounded him from the left and right.

If he were an ordinary person, he would definitely die in this situation, but how could Ron be comparable to ordinary people?

Ron looked at his watch and silently counted the distance to the terrorists outside: "Five, four, three, two, one..."

"BOOM!"

Ron pressed his finger lightly on the controller. When Ron had just moved behind the pillar, the inconspicuous square box stuck to the wall detonated. The huge fire carried about 700 steel balls and instantly destroyed the advancing terror. The molecular squad devours.

The fire light dissipated, leaving only a pile of rotten flesh with no discernible shape.

These are all his most elite men! The terrorist leader's eyes were splitting as he shouted at the outflanking team on the other side: "Stop! This bastard has broadsword mines!"

But he shouted a little late, and Ron didn't give him any chance. At this time, the terrorist team just walked to the place where Ron had laid the mines in advance, and he pressed his finger again.

"BOOM!" There was another loud noise, and both teams of terrorists were wiped out.

Including the two unlucky guys who were killed at the beginning, the leader only had three men left to protect him, which was just enough for Ron's five bullets in the magazine, and there was still one remaining.

Ron ducked out from behind the pillar again.

"Bang bang!" After two shots, the two men who were looking around nervously fell down and turned into two headless corpses.

Ron's marksmanship was as sharp as ever.

"We surrender! Let us go, I can give you a lot of money!" The terrorist leader was frightened by Ron's shooting skills and shouted while hiding behind the car.

"A lot of money? How much is that?" Ron showed interest.

"I can give you as much as you want! How about ten million, for example? I mean ten million U.S. dollars." Seeing that he seemed to have a way out, the leader continued to seduce him with money.

In order to show his sincerity, he threw the pistol out from behind the car, but quietly used his foot to hook the assault rifle of a dead subordinate, winked at the remaining subordinate, pulled out the safety on the grenade, and waited for Ron Get closer and catch him off guard.

"It sounds like a lot. How are you going to pay? Credit card or cash?" Ron's voice seemed to be frozen in place.

The terrorist leader assessed the distance and suddenly threw the grenade towards Ron's position: "I'll give it to you now. Go and get it from your God!"

"boom!"

The terrorist leader and his men flashed out from behind the car at the same time, and two assault rifles fired wildly at Ron's position, "ta da da..."

"Wait!" The smoke cleared, and the leader did not see Ron's hateful body as he wished. Only a broken stereo remained in place. If there were any CIA agents in the morning, they would definitely recognize this and Ron's teasing them. The speakers are the same.

God knows how many speakers of the same model Ron bought and put in storage spaces.

"Where have people gone?"

"Bang!" As soon as the leader finished speaking, the head of the man next to him exploded, and a metal pipe that was still warm was pressed against his head: "I asked God, and he said where is your check? If you can’t cash it, why don’t you go talk to him in person and see if there’s something wrong with your check?”

Behind the barrel of the gun was Ron's extremely friendly smiling face. At this moment, in his opinion, it was more terrifying than the evil ghosts in hell.

"Don't shoot, I can give you anything you want! I really give it this time! Please, don't shoot!" The terrorist leader had Ron holding the barrel of a gun to his head, and he didn't have the slightest willpower to show off immediately. The most correct posture of surrender.

"Tch, it's really boring. I thought you could play with me for a while. If it doesn't work out, you can resist, for example, shoot my gun off, and then have a happy hand-to-hand fight. Have you ever seen the movie? It's all in action movies. Act like this!"

It's over so soon? Ron was bored and hit the leader on the head with his gun.

"Stop!" In the basement, a very smartly dressed woman in a suit suddenly emerged from nowhere and pointed a gun at the leader controlled by Ron: "From now on, he is a prisoner of our CIA. Please hand him over. I, thank you."

Where are the CIA and I picking peaches here? Ron sneered disdainfully in his heart, but curled his fingers lightly.

"boom!"

Before the leader could react, his head with a shocked expression was shot into a bloody mess by the powerful bullets of the M500 revolver. Ron was not afraid of the woman's pistol at all and smiled apologetically.

"Sorry, my hand slipped."