Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"This tactic is too disgusting," Ron frowned: "And what will we do when we eat? Which of you wants to eat while smelling the smell of the toilet?"

Everyone shook their heads together.

The rules of the competition are that all teams are thrown into a large competition area together, and each team carries a flag. If the flag is taken away, or all members are wiped out, they will be disqualified. The team with the most flags in the end wins.

"How about this, let's divide into two teams, Sheldon Leonard, Rajesh, and Howard. The four of you form a flag-keeping team. After a while, you can just find a piece of rag to use as a flag, and then find a place to hide and survive as long as possible. a little time."

Without waiting for Sheldon's objection, Ron directly took over the command: "Collins and Penny, you and I will form a commando team, and we will seize other people's flags."

"Hey, this is so unfair! Why are they commandos?" Howard objected: "I suggest that the offensive matters be left to men, such as natural warriors like me."

Howard showed off his biceps, which were not abundant and could be called barren, and Penny covered her face tactically.

Howard's thigh muscles were not as thick as her arms.

"Don't make trouble," Ron patted Howard like a big brother: "Believe it or not, just one Penny can beat the four of you. Okay, this is the tactic, let's go!"

Ron clapped his hands and led the two beauties into the forest, leaving only the four scientists in full equipment staring at each other.

"I said, should we find a place to hide first?"

Sheldon nodded in agreement: "That's a good idea!"

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"Have you two touched a gun before?" Ron asked gently stepping on the fallen leaves on the ground. It was already autumn, and although the temperature was still pleasant, the leaves on the trees had begun to fall.

"I often played with guns when I was back home. They were real guys, not these sissy toys." Penny weighed the weapon in her hand and said dissatisfiedly.

Collins: "Leigh Anne put me on the IPSC course and I thought I could help out a little bit."

IPSC, also known as practical shooting sports, although it has a practical name, in the eyes of Ron, a professional who has experienced actual combat, it is no different.

The original origin of this sport may have been to train actual combat, but as it developed, it became closer and closer to sports competition, with modified ultra-light triggers, lightweight ammunition, and additional weights for stability.

Think about what it would be like to holster a gun like this? I'm afraid that if I just take a few steps, I might go off and knock off some important part of my body.

Going to the battlefield with the knowledge of this thing is simply asking for death, but playing paintball is okay. In order to give the two of them enough gaming experience, Ron simply played support.

Every time he found an enemy, he would deliberately fire a few random shots to attract the enemy's firepower, and then make all the bullets miss through his coquettish movement, while Collins and Penny went around to give them a fatal blow.

Ron just needs to protect their backs and sides from time to time and help replenish their guns.

The people who came to participate in the competition were basically amateurs. This method worked very well. Four flags were immediately harvested and swept north from the southwest corner of the competition field.

In the other direction, there was also an excellent hunter advancing rapidly in the direction of Ron. Everywhere he passed, there were poor little people who were hit and out of the game.

This is a two-person combat team, one male and one female. Almost all opponents are defeated by the men alone, and the women have almost no sense of participation in the game.

"Don't move!" Ron felt the unusual silence ahead and immediately stopped the two of them with gestures.

As soon as he made a sound, a string of paintballs were fired towards his position with a tricky angle and professional accuracy. Ron rolled on the spot and dodged, while also knocking Collins down behind the bunker.

"She seems to be a master. You guys take a rest and I'll go play with her." Ron said softly while pressing Collins, and the hot breath from his mouth blew into Collins' ears.

Collins' face turned red: "I know."

Like a woman sending her husband to war.

What's going on with this atmosphere! Isn't it just a paintball game?

Ron quickly got up from Collins and fired a long shot at the spot where the paintball had just been fired. After the shot, without waiting for any response from the other side, he jumped behind the big tree with a long stride like a vigorous bobcat.

Just when Penny was puzzled by Ron's actions, a string of bullets came back from another position to the point where Ron had shot.

It turns out that Ron was actually luring the enemy just now! Penny was greatly impressed, she was indeed a professional agent.

If Ron could hear what Penny was saying, he would definitely laugh at her. Is this considered professional? It seems like you really know nothing about Zhuolai.

Do you really think that Ron's attack just now was just to lure the enemy?

Of course not, judging from the different positions of the two firing points, if the two points are connected together from the perspective of the air, the straight line obtained is the movement direction of the shooter.

According to the venue map that Ron had memorized in his mind before entering the venue, there are three gaps in this straight line that can continue to fire at this position!

Finally, the distance difference between the two firing points plus the time proves that this person is running rapidly, shooting while running, so his next landing point should be...

Ron suddenly flashed out from behind the tree, and almost instantly took aim with his gun, pointing at a gap in the bunker that extended in a straight line.

There was nothing at the moment, but Ron had already pulled the trigger.

"Bang bang bang."

A short burst of fire, and three paintballs ejected from the muzzle. In a blink of an eye, just when the paintballs were about to miss, a figure suddenly jumped out from behind the bunker, almost as if it was specifically aimed at the bullets, and was covered in paint.

Then he froze on the spot with a face full of astonishment.

"YES!" Penny and Collins jumped up and cheered, and the person who was shot turned into an awkward but polite smile after seeing the true face of the shooter.

"Instructor Ron? Why are you here?"

"Oh my God! I thought some big-headed soldier with nothing to do came here to have fun, but it turned out to be you, Tucker." Ron walked over helplessly.

Has Hobbes' mouth been opened? As I just said, the person appeared in front of him.

"After all these years, your movement style is still as straightforward and uncreative as ever. If you were on the battlefield, you would have died ten thousand times."

Ron assumed the posture of an instructor. Although he lowered his gun, he did not completely relax his vigilance. His finger was resting on the trigger, and he could change the shooting position at any time in case some unruly little bastard came out to attack.

"Where's FDR? Why aren't you with me?"