Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"Don't worry, let the explosive package fly for a while." Chris said calmly as always.

Oops, he got it.

Ron couldn't help but be stunned, and then as soon as Chris finished speaking, the explosive package exploded in the palace on the mountain at the right time, blowing up the entire palace sentry post, and the orange-red fire gave the moon a layer of blood.

"The killing night has begun, guys, are you ready?" Ron's voice changed into a sarcastic tone unique to V.

"Ready!" Everyone roared and replied loudly while wearing the same white smiling face mask. This V for Vendetta mask, which was first used by Ron to hide his identity, has now become the spiritual totem of the resistance.

"Then the action begins!" Taking out the hidden weapons from the box, the five people were not in a hurry to attack immediately. Instead, they once again lit the prepared explosive packets and stuffed them into five gasoline barrels.

"BOOM!" The ground shook again, and five more explosive packets were thrown into the palace on the top of the mountain.

After Chris has calculated the charge of these explosive bags in advance, he will write numbers on them. Because once the gasoline barrel is buried in the soil, there is no way to adjust the angle, so it can only be controlled by controlling the charge. Explosive package flight angle.

As for if there is a location that needs to be attacked. What if it's not in the strike line extended by the five gasoline barrel cannons? This problem would be better solved by simply increasing the amount of explosives thrown out.

Vigorously miracle.

The soldiers on the Acer, no matter how stupid they were, sensed that something was wrong. The piercing siren sounded. The warlord's soldiers immediately gathered and marched menacingly towards the town below.

The truck filled with soldiers was halfway on the dirt road going down the mountain. The metal discs being rolled over by the wheels suddenly made a clicking sound, and then with a "boom", the entire truck was lifted into the sky by the shock wave of the explosion.

The truck behind them stopped quickly. This dirt road that was so familiar in the past was now as scary as a devil's path leading to hell in their eyes.

"How long can our mines stop them?" Ron asked Arthur while taking advantage of another round of explosive charges.

Just now, he took advantage of the opportunity of transporting explosive packs back and forth to lay mines on the mountain road.

The loud noise that was not fired from the gasoline barrel cannon just now officially announced that the mines were being triggered, so Ron asked.

"I don't know. I bought a total of eight landmines. If it were a normal British army, they could all be cleared in ten minutes. But I really don't know about this kind of warlord army. Who knows who else will be there after one explodes?" Don’t have the guts to move on?”

"Really?" Ron thought about Arthur's words and suddenly slapped Carl on the head: "Pause! Dig the hole immediately and point your gasoline barrel in that direction."

Ron pointed to the place where the explosion had just occurred and said to Chris: "How long will it take to recalculate the charge now? I want to kill all the people coming down the mountain over there!"

Chris stared at the place pointed by Ron, and his brain began to work rapidly like a super computer. In the eyes of others, it was just a moment of confusion, but Chris suddenly reached out and lifted the gasoline barrel that Carl was responsible for: "I If you want this angle, you don’t need to recharge it, and the amount of charge in the No. 6 explosive bag is just right.”

"Oh my God, how did you figure that out?"

While the other scumbags were still looking stunned, Ron finally managed to keep up with Chris's thinking because of his long-term relationship with Sheldon.

The amount of explosives used to launch the explosive package is fixed, but the distance is unknown. Ron guessed that Chris should have calculated the distance based on the time difference between the appearance of the fire and the sound of the explosion reaching his ears, so he only needs to make a simple adjustment based on the original amount of explosives. Just the angle.

But the most amazing thing is that just before Ron changed his target, Chris had already noticed the distance here. What does this mean?

This shows that Chris’s super brain, which is comparable to a computer, is calculating all the data around him all the time!

It's scary to think about it. Maybe in terms of pure IQ, Chris might be scarier than Sheldon.

Carl looked at Ron blankly, and Ron glared at him: "Look what I do? Chris said, how much is how much? Hurry up and bury it!"

Little Karl rolled his eyes, picked up a shovel and quickly filled back the soil, then threw the lit explosive package into the gasoline barrel, and the five gasoline barrels fired another salvo.

This time, while the four explosive packets were destroying the palace fortifications, the super double explosive packet specially picked out by Chris also happened to fall in the middle of the convoy going down the mountain.

"BOOM!" The two people in the car were shot to death by the iron nails flying out of the explosive package that exploded in the air.

The people in the last car were so frightened that they quickly put a gun to the driver's head and drove back.

Hearing that there were no new mine explosions on the mountain road, Ron readjusted the angle of Kalba's gasoline barrel with satisfaction.

After the last round of bombing, when the pickup truck carrying five people drove to the top of the mountain, the original palace on the top of the mountain had become ruins. Except for a middle-aged man in military uniform who looked like he was mentally disturbed, there was no one else in sight. living person.

"Mentor, he is Garza." The guide pointed at the man and said to Ron.

"I thought he would be a hero-like figure, but I didn't expect that he would become like this after just a few rounds of bombings. It's really off-putting." Ron pulled out the pistol from his waist and put it into the guide's hand: "Go ahead and do it yourself. Kill him, this is your hometown, right? I think you will be happy to kill this man who turned your hometown into hell."

The guide struggled for a while, but the pistol walked towards the man, his footsteps became more and more determined, and finally he came to the front, raised his hand and put the pistol to the man's forehead. During the whole process, Garza looked like a fool, sitting there motionless.

"Bang!" Garza's body fell to the ground.

"I succeeded, mentor, I killed this person who caused harm to my hometown!"

"It's boring. I thought you would say a few cool lines." Ron curled his lips: "For example, I will destroy you on behalf of the people."

The guide scratched his head in embarrassment: "How about I try next time?"

"up to you."

"Boss, what should I do if I find a woman tied up in the basement?" Karl, who was searching everywhere, happily dragged a woman back.

"I'll give it to you to be my wife, do you want it?" Ron took a look at it and saw that she was pretty, but far from the level of his confidante, so he simply joked about it.

Karl shook his head like a rattle: "No! He's not as good-looking as my sister."

"I won't give it to you if you want it," Ron glared at him with contempt: "The prisoners in the basement should be all Garza's prisoners. Let them go. You can handle these things. It's time for me to go to bed."

Ron stretched, yawned and walked towards the palace.

Most of the palace was actually not harmed by the explosion. Garza's men were just frightened by the explosion, so they fled everywhere in a hurry. But it doesn't matter, the rebels will come to take over this place tomorrow, and everything will be Return to order.

"You know? The enemy is actually easily frightened by the sound of gunfire, especially this big baby with 230 rounds per minute." The black Caesar proudly held the shotgun in his arms and showed off to his comrades: "Tell me, who can Can you withstand his power?"

"Tanks, but fortunately our opponents don't have such equipment this time." Barney handed over the pilot of the plane to Christmas and came to the cabin to talk to his friends: "But this is not a reason for us to relax. Our situation is still dangerous. Extremely, the opponent has more than 200 soldiers!"

"So what?" Yin Yang interrupted: "If we die together, I believe you can bring us back alive."

"I also believe in myself," Barney bumped fists with him and said solemnly: "We are now at the place. The plane will land soon. Pay attention! The battle starts from this moment!"

Several veterans clenched their weapons and waited until the plane stopped on the water. They immediately jumped onto the pier screaming before it completely docked.

However, what greeted them were not soldiers with long guns and short cannons, but civilians pushing carts transporting building materials. They looked at these people as if they were looking at fools.