Daily life of an American TV drama agent

If Ron has enough manpower, the best thing to do at this time is to divide into two teams and run in different directions for a while, then re-establish a machine gun position in a sufficient position, while the militants have just rushed out and are still confused. direction, fire on the left and right at the same time.

With a crossfire of firepower, all this group of militants can be taken down in minutes.

But it was a pity that Ron Eggsy and Whiskey together only had three guns. Fortunately, he had prepared something else.

As Ron ran, he grabbed the rope of his backpack and pulled. Several small disk-like objects fell out with the bumps of his running. At this time, the militants just rushed out of the corridor.

"They are there! Kill them!" The man with a mechanical arm pointed in the direction of Ron and the others, and in an instant, the muzzles of several rifles were pointed at him.

"Get down now!" Ron estimated the time in his mind and found that it was just right!

Ron pushed hard, and the two of them immediately fell to the ground under his strength, but Ron slid forward two more steps and then knelt on one knee, flipped up the Stinger missile hanging on his shoulder, and carried it. Turn around on your shoulders.

"Click, click, click..." The bullets whizzed past Ron one by one, but none of them hit him, but Ron pulled the trigger calmly.

"Whoosh~" The Stinger missile was fired from the launcher and was approaching the militants at high speed. The traitor with the mechanical arm, whom Ron nicknamed the Winter Soldier, was blinded. In the emergency, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and grabbed the weapon beside him. A little minion was thrown over like a mischief maker.

"Boom!" The missile and the minion met in the air, and the impact caused by the explosion quickly blew toward Ron and the others in the narrow corridor. Ron was half-kneeling, unsteady, and fell directly to the ground.

"FXXK! Get up! Fire!" Ron just followed the direction of the shock wave and stood up again as soon as he rolled. He immediately took out the revolver and pointed it at the same time with both hands. The weapons were all over the floor. The elements fired indiscriminately.

Even Eggsy and Whiskey followed suit, but this move seemed completely redundant now, because the location of the explosion was too close to the militants.

The little minion who was thrown out by Charlie as a shield was blown to pieces by the missile on the spot, and radiated into fans towards the militants. Ron also saw a militant lying on the ground with a stick still attached to his chest. A flesh and blood thigh bone, if nothing else, this thigh bone should be a certain part of the body of the meat shield guy just now.

"Click~" Three people fired six pistols at the same time. Not even one of the militants was left to breathe. The only regret was that the Winter Soldier was not among them.

"Well, it seems that your Winter Soldier is just like the one in the comics. Although his combat power is average, he can run quite fast." Ron spun the revolver in the air and put it back into his holster. inside.

"Is it so easy?!" Eggsy opened his mouth in surprise. In every previous mission, he worked hard to sneak in. Sometimes in order to sneak in quietly, he would even go to the smelly sewage pipes. I have been through it all, but I never thought that one day I would be able to get clean all over and succeed so easily.

"So I've told you a long time ago that your previous behavior is outdated. Boy, open your arms and embrace the new world!" Ron immediately patted Eggsy Street.

"If my prediction is correct, a laboratory like this should have a mechanical self-destruction program. The countdown is usually half an hour." Ron lowered his head and looked at his watch: "Now you have 20 minutes to experiment. Search the room for antidotes that haven’t been destroyed by the explosion just now.”

After saying that, Ron turned around gracefully.

"Wait! If we go find the antidote, what are you going to do?"

"Of course I'm going home~" Ron replied matter-of-factly: "The remaining task of sending the antidote back is your responsibility. My job only ends here. Goodbye Kings Agents, keep up the good work. This is for you. .”

Ron left his weapons backpack behind, walked to the entrance instead, took the skis that Eggsy had just carried and slid down the entrance.

It’s a rare trip to the Alps. How can you afford this trip without skiing?

Sure enough, as Ron expected, when he had just slid halfway up the hillside, there was an explosion from the mountaintop laboratory.

Ron looked at his watch, no more, no less, exactly 20 minutes.

"mission completed."

The United States, Washington, the White House, as the President's first assistant, welcomed a special guest today. He is the lawyer of Bobby, the drug lord who caused the recent spread of the blue virus.

"Mr. Francis, I don't think it's a good idea for you to start negotiations with the drug dealers' lawyers now. This will cost you more support from Republican congressmen. I think you should wait for news from Ron. , he never disappoints.”

President Fleiss helplessly poured himself a glass of whiskey and sat back on the chair that symbolized the top power on earth: "Of course I have full confidence in Ron, but the problem is that as a politician, I must Be prepared.

As for the thoughts of Republican congressmen, that is not something I need to consider at all. Even if I do nothing as they say and let the poor children infected with the virus die, what do they say? "

"Every drug addict is a potential criminal. Letting them die is the greatest contribution to social security. In addition, it can save a lot of quarterly funds. This is what a Republican senator said yesterday." The secretary tweeted He adjusted his glasses and replied.

"Yes, that's it," Francis nodded approvingly: "You know, I am a Democratic president. Even if I do what they want, those stubborn old guys will not be able to support me and agree. If my proposals in the Senate and House of Representatives do not hinder the Democratic Party, it cannot be considered a Republican unless I change sides.

So what those old guys think is not important to me at all. I just need to be prepared to see which side of the good news comes sooner. "

As soon as Francis finished speaking, the presidential line on the table rang.

"It's Ron, Mr. President, I think he must have some good news to tell you."

Francis' lips curled up into a smile: "Give me the phone and let me have a good chat with our capable little guy.

Ron, how's the mission going? "

Unfortunately, Ron did not bring him the news he wanted.

"Sorry Mr. Francis, I have bad news for you."

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