Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Arthur was condescending, and the people below could see clearly from this angle. He simply put away the silent pistol, picked up the elite killer's rifle and aimed at the people below.

"Bang!" Under the cover of the machine gun, almost no one noticed the sound of the rifle. Even if they noticed it, they would think it was another companion raising the gun above his head, imitating the African black uncle to blindly shoot.

But it's not.

Arthur was on top of the ship, and every gunshot took away a killer hiding behind the bunker. No one noticed anything was wrong until he killed the last person.

Well, how could a dead man notice something was wrong.

Arthur gave Ron an OK sign on the top of the boat. Ron's gunfire stopped for a moment. On the other side of the yacht, Crake, who was making a tactical retreat, suddenly stopped and pricked up his ears warily: "What's going on? The gunfire stopped?"

"Maybe Richard and the others have already killed Arthur. Boss, do we still want to go to the lifeboat? This bitch is very uncooperative." The man slapped Gina in the face, making Gina calm down a little, but his face had already been covered with Scratched beyond recognition.

Of course, the woman Arthur would like was not a cheap one. He was not a beauty-controller like Ron, and even the women he was looking for were the kind who could beat him.

"No, we must continue to retreat!" Crane, who grew up with Arthur, certainly knew that Arthur would never be killed like this.

It's not that he has too little confidence in his men, but that he has too much confidence in Arthur.

"You two, go over and see what's going on. The rest of you will continue to go to the lifeboat with me." Crane picked out two unlucky guys at random. In his heart, these two people were already dead.

He never expected these two people to come back alive, he just hoped that they would let Arthur spend a little more time and delay Arthur's arrival.

I have to say that from this point of view, he is indeed very shrewd, but he ignored one issue, that is, Arthur did not come alone, but with Ron.

Just as they had just turned to the other side where the lifeboats were parked.

From behind the lifeboat, a handsome man wearing a sun hat and Hawaiian lining came out.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Crane." Ron took off his hat and saluted with a smile. The man in casual Hawaiian attire made a cowboy salute, which looked particularly funny.

"who are you?"

This sudden feeling may be due to the fact that the two men even forgot to take out their guns and shoot. They just stared at Ron blankly. It wasn't until Crane made a sound that they hurriedly took out their guns.

Ron pointed at his two pistols, as if performing a drama, treating Crane and his party as an audience: "Please allow me to introduce myself, Ron Lee Cooper, captain of the IRS Special Operations Team , In addition, he is also the boss of the fiancé of the lady next to you.

So, can you give me a face and hand over that lady to me? I promise to give you a decent treatment, such as not throwing your bodies into the sea to feed the sharks. "

No matter how stupid Klein is, he understands at this moment that this man is in the same group as Arthur!

What's more, he is not stupid himself. Without waiting for his orders, the two men have already started to pull the trigger.

"careful!"

As soon as Gina shouted, Ron had already swiped it like magic and took out the revolver from his waist.

"Bang!" Two shots were fired in succession, but because the distance between the two shots was too close, the sound sounded like only one shot was fired. However, the result was that the index fingers of the two killers were probably disconnected, and the fingers preparing to pull the trigger were broken. The joints were blown off, and the pistol fell to the ground along with the broken fingers.

Crane swore that in all his years in the killer industry, he had never seen such a fast shooting technique. It was like a ghost!

"Are you a human or a ghost!" Crane shouted in horror, and behind him, the screams of the two men with broken fingers were each more tragic than the other.

Because just as Ron was shooting, Gina also moved. First, while everyone was focused on Ron, she flew up and kicked the person on the left in the balls, and then kicked the person without waiting. One foot fell to the ground, and the other free right hand was clenched into a fist. From bottom to top, a beautiful uppercut hit the crotch of the person on the right hard.

Ron cast an admiring look at her. The fiancée Arthur found was absolutely amazing!

"Really, why can't you understand people?" Ron blew out the non-existent smoke from the muzzle, then inserted the revolver back into the holster, still smiling brightly, but under Klein's In the eyes, this is tantamount to the devil's call: "I have introduced myself and made a friendly request to you, but why did you choose such a violent way to answer me?"

Ron was walking towards Crane. He was probably so frightened by this weird shooting technique that he even forgot to back away. It wasn't until Ron walked up to him that his knees weakened and he knelt down on the ground.

There was a feeling of warmth under his crotch, and he peed his pants.

"What a pity! I thought you were some kind of tough guy, and I specially prepared 18 weapons for you, but I didn't expect that none of them would be useful, and that's what happened to you." Ron took out a small bag from his pocket and threw it in the In front of Lei, there were various portable torture instruments he had prepared: "Come, tell me, how much money have you earned over the years? Have you paid your taxes properly?

Uncle Ron's favorite children are those who pay their taxes. "

Crane's face turned pale because he hadn't paid a penny in taxes over the years.

"I have bought some works of art, and my accountant said that these can be deducted from part of the tax. By the way! You can't do this to me! I insist on doing charity every year!"

Crane's tone was a bit timid in the first half of the sentence, but when he said it, he seemed to have grasped some life-saving straw, and his courage suddenly became stronger: "My mother is a certified public accountant! Every day since I was a child, she would play in my ear before going to bed. Bian told me that as long as you insist on doing charity, you don’t have to pay a penny of tax on the money in the charity fund! You just need to use part of the money to buy something for the poor every year! I bought them bread, 50 US dollars each! I don’t have to pay taxes! You have no reason to arrest me!”

"That's right! There's this woman!" Klein looked like he was crazy and pushed Gina aside: "I don't know this woman at all. She got on the ship by herself. You can't arrest me based on this!"

"Sorry, the answer is wrong. One point will be deducted. Your mother lied to you!" Ron kicked Crane in the knee, kicked him down again, and then yanked one of his arms and pushed him to the ground. He stepped on it with his foot, raised the hammer with his other hand, and hit his fingers hard.

"I'll ask again patiently now, have you paid your taxes properly?" Ron fixed Klein's hair and brought his face next to his own: "Before you answer, let me remind you first. On the other hand, you have a total of nine chances to answer."