Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Sure enough, the cowboy immediately changed the subject: "Save this for lying to three-year-olds! Now get down on your knees and tell me who you are working for!"

Merlin let go of the hand blocking the barrel and was about to explain, but as the wine flowed out, the cowboy looked even angrier. The chewing gum he spit out from his mouth like an arrow just stuck to the hole in the barrel: "This But it’s a 1963 vintage! If it was a business matter just now, now it’s a personal grudge!”

Before Ron could move, Eggsy and Merlin looked at each other and immediately attacked the cowboy with their fists raised from left to right.

However, it turns out that the British guy's fighting skills are still a bit poor. As soon as Merlin's fist reached the cowboy's face, he stepped aside and hit Merlin with the butt of his gun on the back, while Eggsy over there The fist had just arrived at this moment.

The reason why he moved one step slower than Merlin was because the boy took out his gun in a very clumsy manner, but it was still of no use. The shotgun that he had just beaten Merlin moved up, just blocking the hand that held the gun. , then the cowboy used the gun as a stick, released it from Eggsy's hand, and the pistol fell to the ground. The cowboy gave Eggsy another hard swing and threw Eggsy's whole body onto the barrel. One arm was firmly pressed against Eggsy's back, and the other One hand pressed back and forth on Eggsy's toy watch several times, and then pushed his hand back.

"Hi!" With a sound, Eggsy was stunned to the ground, and Ron showed a playful smile. The cowboy could actually use the special equipment of the Kings Agent. It seemed that they were really a family.

However, such a group of British agents have been lurking in the United States for such a long time without being discovered by any intelligence agency. It seems that the US intelligence agencies are really a bunch of idiots.

Of course, this does not include Ron. Compared to ordinary agents who go around asking for information all day long, Ron is more like a task terminator. Moreover, his main energy is used to collect taxes, and mistakes in intelligence really cannot be counted. His pot.

"Bah bang bang~" Ron raised his hands and applauded: "Beautiful fighting skills, there are some shadows of Chinese martial arts in it. Where did you learn it?"

"This is none of your business! Sissy!" The cowboy kicked Eggsy aside with his feet, and looked back and forth at Ron with his aggressive eyes: "Now that your two minions have been taken care of, what are you going to do? Texans, are you going to kneel down and surrender as I say?”

"I choose the third answer, which is for you to kneel down obediently and listen to me." Before Ron could finish his words, he had already rushed towards the cowboy. His swift movements showed that he was by no means an easy person. The cowboy immediately He turned the gun that had not been used twice and pointed it at Ron.

But just as he turned the muzzle of the gun, Ron appeared in front of him in an instant, as if he had a motor on his feet, pulling the barrel of the gun upwards.

"Bang!" The bullet shot towards the ceiling. The two of them looked at each other and pulled the gun to their side almost at the same time.

The only difference is that the cowboy used brute force to pull back, and after Ron pulled with brute force, the strength of his hand suddenly changed, and he followed the cowboy's force and stabbed him hard in the chest.

"Ah!" The cowboy screamed in pain. The combined strength of the two people almost broke his ribs. But just as he screamed, Ron had already taken advantage of the successful blow and took a step forward. , push your knees up.

The cowboy fell to the ground with a hiss and fainted from the pain.

"Tch, there isn't anyone who can hit him~" Ron patted the non-existent dust on his body and shouted into the empty wine cellar: "Have you seen enough? If you haven't seen enough, should you send another stupid boy out? Want me to have fun? No, I’m going to hit ten this time!”

Unfortunately, there was no response from the empty wine cellar.

Ron curled his lips. He didn't believe there wasn't a camera here. Merlin's radar image made it very clear that there was a huge building underground in this room, so the entrance must be somewhere in this wine cellar, as important as it is. There is no reason why there is not a single camera in this place.

In fact, he seriously suspected that the little cowboy who had just fainted came over after looking at the surveillance camera, but there was no problem in keeping silent. Ron had many options.

"Do you know how to test a bottle of good wine?" Ron said loudly to himself as he dragged the cowboy to the hole where the wine had been poured out, letting the precious wine spill on him.

He believed that the people hiding behind the surveillance cameras must have heard: "In the Age of Discovery, pirates would pour a little bit of wine on gunpowder to test the strength of a bottle of wine. If the gunpowder could still be ignited, it would mean it was A nice bottle of wine.”

With that said, Ron took out a bullet and twisted it hard, and the bullet was unscrewed by him. With a smirk on his face, Ron sprinkled the gunpowder in the bullet on the cowboy's face that was soaked in wine.

"I bet when I burn this guy's face, his screams will be really exciting~"

There was a crisp "ding~" sound, Ron's lighter flicked, and a bunch of flames burst out on his fire.

"Stop!" A nice female voice said, and a black woman wearing a butler's uniform and black-rimmed glasses came out from behind the big wine barrel: "Okay, you win, how can you let him go?"

"No, no, no, I think you made a mistake, ma'am." Seeing someone finally come out, Ron extinguished the flames with satisfaction: "I never had any intention of hurting anyone from the beginning. It's yours." This companion identified us as intruders as soon as he came up and shouted at us to kill us. In fact, my other two companions are in the same group as you, and they are both members of the Kings Agent, but they are from the British headquarters. "

"Really?" the black housekeeper bit her lip: "Okay, I admit that we are ace agents from the UK, but what evidence do you have to prove that you are too?"

"No, you are wrong again," Ron shook his finger: "As I said just now, the two unconscious people on the ground are your people, and I am just a good Samaritan from Texas who helped them get home. "

"Okay, kind Texas guy, what evidence do you have?" The housekeeper clenched her fist. If she could, she really wanted to punch Ron in the face, but reason told her that this was impossible.

Even out of a woman's keen sixth sense, she felt that she had no chance of winning even with a gun. The companion lying on the ground was proof that the guy was much more powerful than her, so she simply came out empty-handed.

Ron poured some more wine into his mouth with his hand, and narrowed his eyes in enjoyment: "My followers will tell you the evidence, but before they tell you, your mother never taught you that you should invite the guests in first. At home? Get me a glass if you can, it would be a waste to drink such a fine wine with your hands."

"You come with me." The housekeeper thought for a while and finally agreed.