Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Little Carl was ecstatic and quickly lowered his head to write down what the boss said in his notebook. His eyes were full of adoring little stars. Ron nodded with satisfaction, while not forgetting to signal the other two men with his eyes.

Look at others, look at you, your thinking is slipping, brothers.

However, if Ron saw the title of Carl's notebook, he would be even more crazy.

"How to Become a Qualified Gang Boss: How the Godfather Was Made", who knows what is written on this piece of shit! Anyway, Carl understood it from Ron's every move.

"Remember, from now on, don't call me BOSS or leader, call me V. Now, the action begins." Ron turned on the voice changer and pulled the trigger.

The RPG rocket launcher of the same model as the gangster blasted the gunner away with a bang.

Ron, wearing a black hat, black robe, and a white smiling face mask, threw away his rocket launcher and jumped from the high roof. At the same time, two eight-round Taurus M608 guns sprayed flames from their muzzles at the same time.

As Ron's body rotated, the bullets flew in the air in a fan shape, seemingly irregular, but they all hit the gangster's forehead accurately.

Sixteen rounds of bullets corresponded to sixteen gangsters falling to the ground. From the time the first shot was fired to the time when all the bullets fell to the ground, it took less than two seconds.

Even Arthur, who was a killer, was not convinced by this pistol technique. He immediately held the AK and fired at a short point on the opposite roof, knocking down two gangsters who were about to open fire on Ron. He followed closely with a heavy duffel bag on his back. superior.

But Ron was walking in the hail of bullets, standing in the middle of the road, throwing out the magazine without any sense of tension, ejecting 16 empty cartridge cases, and then loading new bullets into them.

The terrorists ambushed on the roof were petrified.

Not only because of Ron's weird outfit and terrifyingly accurate shooting skills, but they discovered that this "weirdo" was actually unkillable!

Some of them hit the "weird" with their guns, but the "weird's" body just swayed and then stood still.

Ron's voice changer had already been connected to the broadcast: "You can kill a person's body, but you can never kill a person's mind, because the mind is bulletproof."

fart! Hank, who had just killed a gangster with a sniper rifle, hid behind the wall and secretly pouted. He was obviously wearing two layers of body armor underneath his clothes!

I have to say that Ron's pretense was indeed very effective. Some gangsters were already starting to feel frightened. The truly terrifying thing was never a sharp weapon or a gun loaded with bullets.

And unknown.

For example, an unkillable person.

And Arthur rolled into the back of the car where Toretto and the others were hiding in time. Now that they had been let go by the policewoman, Arthur opened his backpack and poured out all the contents in his back with a bang.

AK was scattered all over the floor.

Everyone skillfully picked one up, pulled the bolt and started to fight back.

The sudden increase in firepower actually suppressed the gang's attack.

"This country has become corrupt. Gangsters and capitalist reactionaries are riding on the head of the government to dominate. Corrupt officials are with them. Even the police are their accomplices. Barak has become the real emperor here..."

Ron recited loudly while firing back. This time he was not as arrogant as before, he knew how to find a bunker. After all, no matter how thick the body armor was, he would be dead if the bullet hit his head.

And Ron's voice, through the controlled broadcast, spread to every corner of the street. Behind the originally sealed windows, pairs of angry eyes burning with anger appeared.

Ron knew that his method worked, but the firepower seemed not enough, and he didn't mind adding another bucket of gasoline to this anger.

"The wealth of this country is created by the people, and they will always belong to every people born here!" Ron killed two gang members with two more shots: "No one is qualified to take them away from the hands of the working people!"

"If someone robs us of our wealth, then we will take it back! Long live the working people..." Ron reached the climax of his speech and almost accidentally exposed his true identity in his previous life.

Arthur didn't think anything, but Hank felt numb after hearing this. BOSS, please stop talking. We are still coming from the base camp of the capitalist world~

The anger in the eyes behind the window became even more intense. If anger could burn people to death, Barak would definitely be burned to death.

But it doesn't matter, anger can't kill people, but AK can kill people. Ron gently tapped rhythmically on the walkie-talkie on his waist. That was the code he and Hank had agreed upon.

""

Hank drove a minivan into the middle of the battlefield quickly. The cargo bed rose and the AK rifle fell to the ground with a crash.

"Kill Shiro and rob the watchtower!"

Nonsence! Damn "Let the Bullets Fly", I missed the lines!

After Ron shouted, he felt something was wrong. Everyone was stunned. Ron quickly changed his mind: "Kill Barak and take back the wealth that belongs to us!"

There was silence everywhere, everyone was just looking behind the windows, but no one dared to come out of the house.

The gang leader looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction. These were the results of their usual dominance, but Ron did not give up. Instead, taking advantage of the gap in firepower, he picked up a gun and threw it into a window.

While the gang was still laughing at Ron's overestimation, a miracle happened.

A string of bullets was fired from this window, shooting the gangsters who were still confused and confused off the roof. Ron's mouth curved into a smile, and he knew that his plan was truly successful.

Sure enough, after this window became a new point of fire, more people began to jump out of the windows. They picked up the guns on the ground and joined Ron's battle, gradually replacing Ron and becoming the real main force.

Although their marksmanship was poor and their tactical moves were terrible, their fighting will supported by anger made them fearless of death, and in turn, they surrounded the gangsters bit by bit.

The fight continued until only one member of the gang was left, and he fell to the ground because he was too afraid to drop his gun.

The crowd finally burst into a cheer of victory.

"Kill Barak and take our money back!" "Kill Barak and take our money back!" "Kill Barak and take our money back!"

The crowd who got the gun or suppressed it began to clamor. The sudden victory made them finally realize that the gangsters who had been bullying them seemed not so scary. They were also made of flesh and blood and could be killed by bullets.

Victory made them dare to think about things they had not dared to think before. They held up guns and shouted slogans, marching towards the most luxurious office building in the city.

In the meantime, people kept joining, and the team grew bigger and bigger like a snowball. No one knew who it was, so they took out a black sheet and used white paint to draw Ron's mask.

Be the most conspicuous flag in the team.