Daily life of an American TV drama agent

The bearded head was originally a standard oval shape, but in the blink of an eye, Toretto used a wrench to correct it into a standard square shape. This level of repair...

Gee, Ron would like to call Toretto the second repairman in the world, because Ron himself is the first. Compared to Toretto, he is better at repairing people, let alone knocking their heads into squares, even if you want hexagons. Ron can knock it out for you.

But even if I wanted to demonstrate it now, it was useless. Due to the lack of props, under the fierce attack of the Ron mecha, the terrorists finally lost the courage to resist and fled in all directions.

Or he went back to find weapons that could deal with Ron's mecha. Ron didn't believe that a terrorist organization that could seize such a secret base from the Russian army would be defeated by such simple means.

Facts have proved that this is indeed the case. Ron's radar reflected that a huge source of vibration was approaching. If nothing else, it should be a tank.

"Ramsay, how long do you need to finish it?" Ron felt a little overwhelmed and began to urge: "If we don't hurry up, we will recruit more troops, and I don't want to support a tank platoon by myself."

Tanks have always been called the king of land warfare. One of the fundamental reasons is that they are really troublesome and difficult to kill. What’s more, there is not one coming. Judging from the radar response, there are four coming. According to the US military’s Prepare it in a row.

This is not the kind of team that Irving put together last time. These people are probably professionally trained tank operators. No matter how tough Ron's mecha is, it is not tough enough to withstand tank shells.

"Give me another ten minutes! I can regain control of the submarine in no time."

ten minutes? The remaining power of the mecha is enough to last for eight minutes. If I give you ten more minutes, why don't you come and collect the corpses for me!

Ron rolled his eyes and could only pin his hopes on Hobbs' group: "Hobbes, how is the situation over there?"

"Very good...dong...we have entered the inside of the submarine...dongdong...we are looking for the control chip, wait until we...click...find the control chip and pull it out and we will be done."

The sound on Hobbs' side was even more chaotic. In addition to voices and gunshots, there was also the sound of fists entering flesh. Especially the last click. Ron clearly heard someone's bones breaking.

Of course, it was definitely not Hobbes's bones that were broken. Ron could only mourn for the poor terrorist in his heart.

"Looking for the chip? Are you in the control room now?"

"Yes, but there are too many instruments here and they are too complicated. Taiji can't figure out how to take out the damn thing! Damn it!"

Hobbs killed another terrorist with one punch and blocked the door like a glaring steel. However, the terrorists were restricted by the orders from above and were afraid of destroying the design of the submarine, so they were too timid to shoot.

We can only send them one after another like Calabash Baby to save grandpa, and turn a good shootout into as exciting and beautiful as UFC.

Of course, this excitement is only relative. If you look at the one-sided killing, it is simply wonderful. Hobbes can use a new posture to kill newcomers who dare to come up and provoke him every time.

"Wait a minute! Who asked you to take the chip back? What's the use of that thing?" Ron was extremely embarrassed by Hobbes' sudden sudden IQ.

"Did you bring a grenade? Throw the grenade on the console and blow up the entire cockpit. Even if Seve crawls over along the network cable, he won't be able to continue playing submarine!"

"Is that what you mean?" Tuibushi touched his bald head and suddenly realized.

"Then go quickly! I won't talk to you anymore, and I will cause trouble again." Ron quickly cut off the communication, because the shock group on the radar was getting closer and closer to him, and the first tank had already crossed the corner. , the thick barrel was pointed in Ron's direction.

Ron looked at the black muzzle of the gun, feeling the ghosts coming out. He seemed to have seen the scene of the cannonball shooting from the barrel, blowing himself and the mecha into pieces, and he quickly kicked the ground hard.

"Boom!" The tank fired. The moment the gunfire erupted from the muzzle, the shells had already flown to Ron's feet, almost grazing the mecha's legs and hitting the wall behind. Ron narrowly avoided it. passed.

But before Ron could breathe a sigh of relief, the second tank passed over the first tank that had fired and extended its gun barrel from the back. At the same time, the radar showed that the other two tanks were coming from the house next to Ron. Pass through behind him and make a quick detour to his rear.

MD! These terrorists know damn good tactics!

At this time, Ron's Angel Energy mecha had begun to fall.

Although the name is the same as Gundam, Ron understands that this is not a Gundam, but an exoskeleton mecha that looks a bit like it. Ron doesn't think it can be like his Gundam, and it's okay to be hit by cannonballs.

When the second tank was aiming, Ron saw the right moment and suddenly pressed on the wall. Under the influence of the reaction force, the mecha still in the air immediately ejected in the opposite direction.

Just as Ron changed direction, a cannonball flew over where he had just been. It was only half a meter away from Ron's mecha at most. It could be said that he had a narrow escape.

However, Ron promised that this was the last time, and he had already thought of a way to break the situation.

The mecha stabbed the saber against the wall on the other side, and then quickly turned off the vibration. The saber pierced the wall as easily as a layer of window paper, and then inserted it into it.

Ron used the saber as a force point, grabbed the handle of the knife with both hands and swung it hard, then flew into the air, completed a beautiful flip in the air, grabbed it with his hands, and jumped to the top of the three-story building.

There is a limit to the range of fire of a tank turret, because it is mainly aimed at ground targets, so the upward elevation angle is not very large, let alone an old tank like this used by terrorists, the elevation angle is only 45 degrees at most.

Ron is on the top of the building and can be said to be in an invincible position. Next, he only needs to kill four tanks one by one to evacuate safely.

"Boom!" A harsh explosion came from Ron's communicator, followed by Hobbs's happy voice: "Ron, it's exactly what you said. After I blew up the control cabin, the submarine really stopped. Come down, our mission is accomplished!"

"Very good, now take your people to the control room to pick up Ramsey and the others, and then start to evacuate. Arthur will pick you up for me."

"Retreat, wait, what do you do?"

"I was hit with two cannonballs in a row. Of course I have to return them, otherwise I won't be able to hang out on the road in the future!" Ron gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Hank, knock off their tracks!"