Daily life of an American TV drama agent

One by one, the Irish soldiers opened fire and rushed towards the British military camp. The British's counterattack seemed so weak amidst the attacks that were coming from all directions.

Ron pretended to be shot at the right time and secretly rolled back into the grass where Guan Yuming was hiding.

"Quick, turn on the stereo! Turn it off!" Ron shouted.

"Sounds? You don't want to play the theme song of "Braveheart", right?" Guan Yuming pressed the switch. Sure enough, the music of "Braveheart" passed through the high-power speakers placed nearby, and the sound of the Irish bagpipes was heard. It's everywhere.

He felt that Ron was a strange flower, but now he pinned all his hopes of revenge for his daughter on Ron. The most important thing is that, at least so far, all Ron's seemingly unreliable plans have turned out to be true. it works!

"If there is no BGM and there is still a ghost battle, do you think they are working harder?" Ron observed the situation on the battlefield with satisfaction.

At this point, the Irish had the upper hand, and the British were unable to hold their heads up. Ron even saw that the Irish actually drove two tanks out of the forest!

You know, this is just an ordinary infantry barracks for maintaining law and order. At best, there are only a few armored vehicles for transporting troops. Once the tanks come out, the battle situation is basically locked.

"The Irish won." The fierce battlefield ignited the green years of Guan Yuming's artillery fire, and he muttered.

"They won, but they also lost." Ron had already started to pack up his equipment: "Soon, they will get support from other military camps, and a climate will be formed. By then, it will no longer be described as a terrorist attack, but a local rebellion. .

At that time, the British army will naturally tell them with an iron fist why their ancestors were willing to allow Northern Ireland to be established and join the Commonwealth. However, that has nothing to do with us. Our goal has been achieved. "

Disguising the IRA and continuing to issue serious provocations to Britain was exactly what Mycroft requested, so that the London gentlemen he represented could politically pressure the Irish to hand over more autonomy.

It's just that Mycroft didn't say how far Ron would go to make trouble. This move just played into Ron's hands. As soon as he and the CIA worked together, they staged a drama of the Irish uprising for them.

If he asked, Ron would have a good reason to respond. You asked me to do it, right?

But Ron's phone hasn't rang yet.

It is impossible for Mycroft, who is in charge of an important British intelligence agency, not to know about such a big matter, but he has not made a call yet. He obviously knows what kind of rogue words Ron will use to fool him.

"Where are we going now?" Guan Yuming asked while driving.

"Of course we are going to Hannis's manor. I think you must know the location of his manor, right?"

"Of course!" Guan Yuming agreed excitedly, and couldn't help but step on the accelerator a little harder.

"Now that the Irish and the British are at odds, that cunning old fox will definitely hide in his manor to show his innocence and want to express that this incident has nothing to do with him."

"Then we go directly to the manor to find him?"

"No," Ron opened the navigation on his mobile phone: "Let's go to this place first and put on the uniform of a British soldier. Next, it will be the script of British Special Forces War 007."

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Lem Hannis's manor is located on the outskirts of the forest in Carlo County, and is surrounded by a large pasture. Rather than a manor, it is more appropriately described as a luxurious farm.

There is even a special cowshed. According to Ron's information, there are at least more than a hundred cows in this farm, but the number of staff plus the security personnel transferred by Hannis does not exceed fifty. Therefore, Ron I started to think crookedly again.

"Guan, have you ever read Sun Tzu's Art of War?" Ron stepped back from the observing position and said excitedly.

Guan Yuming looked confused. Why, you just finished talking about "Historical Records" with me and started talking about "Sun Tzu's Art of War" again? So, are you Chinese or am I Chinese? !

Why do you feel that you, a foreigner, understand Chinese Wenhua better than I, a Chinese? Guan Yuming felt that Ron was a bit unseemly.

Serious foreign devils can only learn a few tactless Chinese dialects to trick Muyang Quan into asking for sex. Who would study those things properly?

"Well, it seems you haven't read it. It's a pity. It's a good military book." Ron sighed in disappointment when Guan Yuming didn't reply for a long time.

"I haven't seen it, what are you going to do?"

Ron pointed to the location of the cowshed: "Look over there. Because the smell of the cowshed is greater, the old fox who loves to enjoy built the cowshed outside the manor. I guess there should be no one guarding it. Even if there is, it can be easily done." Done."

"Then what?" Guan Yuming was still a little confused about Ron's thinking.

"Then we wrapped these plastic bombs around the cows, drove them towards the manor, and detonated them using a remote control device. If I remember correctly, this move is called the Fire Ox Strategy in Sun Tzu's Art of War?"

"Okay, I did hear this story told to me by my elders when I was a child, but what's the use of it? Isn't our goal to kill Hannes? If we make such a big noise, won't he run away?" Guan Yuming shook his head and asked Objections.

"Run? Where can he run? With his few moves, does he really dare to run into the forest alone? That way he will bring himself to the door. He has read your information and knows that you are from The greatest army in the world, no one would want to fight guerrillas in the forest with people from that army, believe me, no one!"

Ron shook his head confidently: "So, he will definitely go through the main entrance with his bodyguards, and we just need to make a few traps on the road, wait for him and the others to drive onto the road, and then... BOOM!"

Ron licked his lips bloodthirstyly, he was already a little impatient with his vision.

Well, after experiencing so many baptisms of fire and blood, Ron had to admit that he did seem to have some early symptoms of psychopathy, but he felt that this should not be a bad thing.

On the battlefield, there is no room for hesitation. Kindness to the opponent is cruelty to oneself. It is also because of this that Ron did not hesitate to shoot when the villain started to pretend to be pitiful, thus hiding behind him many times. Counterattack.

On the contrary, his former Notre Dame teammate was not so lucky.

"Guan, let's get started. You go and fix the bullpen, and I'll set up traps on the road. Remember, don't forget to apply a thicker layer of paint on your face. That way, even if it's caught by a camera, it'll be difficult to identify it through the algorithm. Show your true identity.”