Daily life of an American TV drama agent

After several rounds of confrontations with the robbers, Hobbes finally lost his patience and began to organize his men to prepare for a storm.

But before they started to attack, a mysterious boss from above suddenly stopped his plan, and then airborne a female lawyer to him to take with him to negotiate with the robbers.

Ron didn't know what kind of interests there were, but he was not in the mood to get involved in the capitalists' exchange of interests because he had more interesting things in his eyes, so he said hello to Hobbes and left. .

But he didn't actually leave. Instead, he changed his clothes and reappeared on the top of the building opposite the bank. Standing with him was another middle-aged man wearing orange tights and using a wig to cover his bald head. , was grabbing the clothes on his body and complaining.

"BOSS, I have to say, this outfit looks really stupid. I really don't understand why I have to wear this?"

"There's nothing we can do. We are a special operation, so we have to hide our eyes from others. Do you understand?" Ron's voice came out from under the Batman mask. After being processed by the voice changer, even people who were familiar with him could not recognize his own timbre. .

"But why do we have to wear the clothes of characters in cartoons for mentally retarded children? It looks like..." Arthur was stuck and couldn't think of any suitable adjectives.

"Like a psycho?"

"Yes, that's it!" Arthur turned uncomfortably around the puddle on the ground. After seeing the two hairy legs exposed under his tight shorts, he felt inexplicably shy: "But this dress Isn’t that too bullshit? Why can’t I wear the same thing as you?”

"Since when have you heard that there are two Batmans in Gotham City?" Ron picked up the machine on the ground, adjusted it, handed it to Arthur, and picked up the other one himself: "You should be lucky, I can't buy it Clothes that fit Hank’s size, otherwise Hank would come with me.”

"I beg you, if this happens next time, you must come to him."

"Shut up! Start working now. If you keep talking nonsense, I will buy you Nico Robin clothes next time!" Ron said harshly, annoyed by Arthur's nagging.

Since Arthur started dating, Ron has obviously noticed that Arthur has changed. He is no longer the ruthless killer who never talks much, but has become more and more talkative and annoying.

"Nicole Robin? Who is that?"

"Believe me, you definitely don't want to know." As soon as Ron finished speaking, he closed one eye and glanced at the bank opposite, then moved his fingers slightly.

"Chi~" A sound broke through the air from the machine, and a spear similar to a fishing gun was shot from the muzzle and penetrated directly into the roof of the bank opposite. Arthur followed suit and nailed a spear to the roof of the opposite bank.

Then the two of them looked at each other, smiled, and slid through the air along the zipline, their cloaks flapping in the air.

When they flew to the roof of the bank opposite, Ron immediately cut the rope with a knife and pressed the button on the remote control. The machine on the other side started running rapidly. The cut rope was swept back by the machine before it had time to fall.

The sniper who was aiming at the bank opposite opened his mouth in surprise. He was just looking up at the sky in a distracted way, but he didn't expect to see Batman and Robin flying across the sky.

Oh my God! This must be an illusion! This is Los Angeles, not Gotham City!

The sniper rubbed his eyes incredulously, and when he looked again, Batman and Robin were gone.

The sniper hesitated. He didn't know whether he should report this situation to his superiors.

If he doesn't report it, he will definitely take responsibility if something goes wrong, but if he reports it... he will almost certainly be laughed at by his colleagues.

Batman haunting Los Angeles? What a joke!

After much hesitation, the sniper finally made up his mind to treat what he just said as a dazzle and never report it to his superiors.

What he didn't know was that almost at the same time, several other police officers who witnessed Batman also made the same decision as him in their hearts.

…

On the other side, Ron and Arthur sneaked into the bank along the stairs on the roof of the bank. Arthur used a killer's unique pace to move forward as quietly as possible. Unexpectedly, after Ron packed his backpack, he looked like As if he were at home, he walked forward without any scruples.

Even when passing by the office, Ron took an apple from the table and gnawed it, not at all aloof like Batman.

Arthur frowned: "Boss, I think you should pay attention to the sound of your footsteps. You will attract the robbers quickly."

"Are you teaching me how to do things?" Ron squinted his eyes.

"No, I just hope that you can leave professional matters to professionals. Although I don't mind having a shootout with the robbers in the bank, I think that must not be your original idea."

After Arthur finished speaking, Ron not only did not restrain himself, but became even more arrogant. He even turned on the computer in the office and played a movie.

"Then have you ever thought that what I am doing now is my purpose in itself?"

Ron grabbed another apple on the desk and soaked it for Arthur, who was wearing Robin clothes, and then turned the volume of the movie to the maximum, for fear that others would not know.

Interestingly, the movie Ron played happened to be "Batman Begins," the first installment in the new Batman series directed by Christopher Nolan.

Ron wasn't even afraid, so Arthur had nothing to be afraid of. As a result, Apple sat down on the chair next to Ron and started eating it.

Of course, the noise in the rooftop office could not fail to attract the attention of the robbers. The leader of the robbers left an accomplice to look after the hostages and immediately walked up with two other followers.

They carefully followed the stairs and approached the office little by little. But after all, they were not professionals. One of them even accidentally touched the table next to him, which frightened the leader of the robbers and nervously pointed the gun at the office. direction, fearing that in the next second, the intruder would rush out with a gun.

But the people in the office were not alarmed by the sound from their side. Instead, they were eating apples and watching movies with relish like two mentally retarded middle schoolers.

The leader made a gesture to stop the people behind him. He walked slowly to the door again, then suddenly ducked and pointed his gun at the two strangely dressed people inside.

"Hands up! Put down your weapons!"

"Weapon? You shouldn't talk about this, right?" Ron shook the apple in his hand at him funnyly: "I don't think this thing can be regarded as a weapon, what do you think? Robin?"

"Of course, if an apple can be considered a weapon, then a banana should be a pistol. How about it? I am pointing a banana at you. Do you feel scared?"

Arthur also followed Ron's example, peeling a banana in a funny way, and pointed it at the leader of the robbers who came in.

The leader of the robbers had no intention of relaxing. Instead, he pointed his gun at them nervously and asked, "Who are you?!"

"As you can see, we are Batman and Robin. When we were chasing the Joker, we jumped into a hole with her, and the hole brought us here." Ron crossed his legs and pulled the two Shou Zhidao said solemnly:

"Yes, that's right, that's it. We seem to have traveled through time and space. In your time and space, we seem to be characters in a comic book movie. This is not Gotham City, right?"

At this time, the other two men of the robber also followed, and the robber who had planned to point his gun at them was stunned.

One of the robbers stupidly asked his companion: "Is there really time in this world?"

"How is that possible?! He must be lying! Don't believe it."

The robber leader took a deep breath. He felt that he had never been so tired when facing the police all day today:

"Okay, dear Mr. Batman, can I ask, what is your purpose here? If you plan to continue searching for the Joker, I can tell you clearly that we do not have such a person here.

If you have any other ideas, I suggest you first consider whether the gun in my hand will agree to it, and then carefully propose your ideas.

But for now, I don't mind having the famous Batman and Robin as one of my hostages, what do you think? "

After saying that, the robber leader put the finger that was originally on the gun into the class's finger guard, stared at Ron and Arthur closely, and would shoot immediately if they showed anything a little wrong.

The two men behind him also pulled the gun bolts at the same time, and just waited for the leader's order to beat Ron and the two into a sieve.

Arthur had already tensed up all his muscles. Facing an opponent with a gun at this distance, he was confident to deal with it. At this moment, she just waited for Ron's order and could immediately take down the rookie in front of her.

Yes, this is definitely a rookie. Arthur can vouch for his more than ten years of experience as a killer. The posture of this group of people holding guns is not the posture often used to rob people.

Ron, as if pointing out that his three AK rifles were toys bought from a children's store, put the muzzles aside and stood up without a care.

The leader and the other two robbers quickly and nervously pointed their guns at him again, but Ron ignored them.

Not only that, he also held the muzzles of two AK rifles against his head.

"Relax, relax, we have no ill intentions, and if we have any ill intentions, you can't do anything to me, right?" Ron said with a smile.

"Don't move! If you dare to move again, I will kill you immediately!"

"Kill me? Come on then~" Ron took a step forward, pushed the two gunmen back with his head, and then continued in a teasing tone:

"Please, poor rookies, if you want to act, you can act a little bit more like me. Whether it's a bank robber or a terrorist, I've seen a lot, let alone holding a few broken guns, even if I'm afraid it's on the street. I have seen many people driving tanks, are you afraid of your three guns?"

"Believe it or not, I will kill you!" Seeing that Ron was not afraid, one of the robbers lost an inch and kicked Ron's calf viciously.

But Ron moved faster. Before the robber's foot could touch Ron, Ron had already rounded his arm and slapped the robber loudly in the face.

"Pah!" He whipped him and spun him 180 degrees before he lay down on the ground in a daze.

"Don't move! If you dare to make any move again, I will start robbing you right away! Believe it or not, I will kill you right now?"

The female robber behind the leader shrank back in fear and shouted inwardly.

"Hahaha, kill me?" Ron laughed so hard that tears almost came out: "If I want to kill you, I'll shoot you? Don't you know how? If not, I can teach you. Just look at it."

Ron put his head back on the muzzle of the female robber's gun, held the female robber's trembling little hand with both hands, pressed her finger on the trigger.

"boom!"

The trigger was pressed, but nothing happened. Ron was still standing where he was, and Arthur's originally tight muscles also relaxed.

So it turns out that all these guys’ guns are fake? No wonder Ron didn't look nervous from the beginning. I have to say that these people were really bold enough to rob a bank with fake guns.

"The gun in his hand is fake, but the one in my hand is different. Do you want to try it?" The robber leader did not flinch like his men. It was already a competition of momentum, even though he knew His gun was fake, but he couldn't lose his aura, so he raised the gun again.

But this time, Ron did not choose to expose him, but slowed down his tone: "Relax, my friend, you know that Batman has always been the messenger of justice, so we are here to maintain justice this time."

"Justice? It depends on whose justice it is."

At this time, the conversation between the two was like being stunned. The robber's men wisely took two steps back and stopped showing their teeth.

"Since I'm telling you, of course it's my own justice. Although I can't tell you what kind of justice it is, I can be sure that it's not the kind of justice that people have. Are you satisfied with this answer? Mr. Robber?

Or should I call you Mr. Mossad Agent? "

Ron tentatively called out the name he guessed, but the other party didn't respond. Instead, he asked strangely: "Mossad? Are you talking about the Israeli intelligence organization? No, we are not from Mossad."

Ron heard that his tone didn't sound like he was being hypocritical, so he believed him for the time being.

If it were Mossad, it would not even carry a real gun. Moreover, if it were Mossad, it would also adopt more bloody methods to retaliate against the war criminals in World War II.

"Well, whoever you are, I want to discuss a deal with you. As you know, I am very interested in some documents that the chairman of the bank has placed in the safe, but these things happen to be of no use to you. My hands will be of greater use, what do you think?"

The leader warned: "It's not that good, why should I trust you?"

Indeed, no matter whether the other party was Mossad or a Jewish extremist, there was no reason to trust a stranger, but Ron was already prepared.

"Then what do you think about this?"

Ron took out a ring from his pocket, which was given to him by the old Mason when he was looking for treasure last time.