Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"Ron seems to be injured..." Sheldon, standing behind him, said quietly.

He only knew that Ron's job was dangerous before, but how dangerous it was. Sheldon had no idea what the job of an agent was? In his eyes, it might be similar to the gun battle games he plays.

Holding a gun and rushing enemies with no technical content on the battlefield, they are no different from butchers. The current live broadcast made Sheldon realize for the first time that Ron was not injured and beaten like a set of data in the game. It will be restored after a blood pack. If it dies, you will have to restart the game at worst.

He is a person of flesh and blood. He will bleed when he is shot. Taking blood medicine will not heal him immediately, especially since he only has one life. If he dies, he cannot come back like in the game. If Ron dies, He would never have a brother.

"Is there any? Let me see," Howard rewinds the playback a little: "Oh my God, so much blood! It must hurt, right? Sheldon? Sheldon, where are you going?"

"I don't want to see anymore, I'm going to bed." Sheldon left everyone and went back to the bedroom alone, leaving his friends looking at each other. What everyone didn't know was that Sheldon didn't sleep after returning to the bedroom. Kneel down on one knee.

"God, although I have always denied you, my mother is very familiar with you, and you must know me. Please, please bless Ron to come back safely..."

Sheldon was praying with tears in his eyes, and what was Ron doing at this time?

After cleaning up the bottom of the elevator, Ron picked up a rocket launcher that he had thrown to the ground before the camera was noticed, and resolutely pressed the button of the elevator.

"Squeak~" The elevator began to rise, and the hearts of the viewers in the live broadcast room also rose to their throats.

"Is he going to be okay?"

"This man is too masculine. If he can come back alive, I will definitely sleep with him..."

"Get out! Bichi, he is mine!"

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In the comment area, the female fans who were attracted to Ron because he "accidentally" revealed his true face just now quarreled over their right to sleep with Ron. This time, Ron won no matter what.

Of course, John Doe was also the one who won. At the very least, his and Ron's unauthorized and efficient actions were in sharp contrast to the military's incompetent command.

"For a free America! For our commando comrades! Go to hell!" Ron yelled, pulling the trigger on the anti-aircraft gun, and the rockets arrived in an instant.

"Boom!" The huge airflow of the explosion not only overturned all the terrorists around the anti-aircraft gun, but Ron himself was also blown down from the elevator. After all, the anti-aircraft gun was less than ten meters away from him. At this distance, using a rocket launcher It would be strange not to be affected by the bombardment.

Ron fell heavily to the ground on the first floor, and everyone's hearts tightened. Is this man who looked like the God of War dead?

"Ahem..." The camera shook and Ron coughed twice and stood up again.

"Yeah!" Everyone watching the live broadcast couldn't help but cheer. Just after the helicopter the commando team was riding in was destroyed by the group, Ron had become the last hope to rescue the president.

"Ron, are you okay?" In the earphones, the nameless voice was replaced by another unfamiliar voice.

"Anyway, I didn't fall to death. I can still move. Who are you?" Ron moved his arms twice and felt that there was no big problem.

"I am the Minister of Defense, and I am ordering you to withdraw immediately! Otherwise we will sacrifice more hostages." The Minister of Defense said righteously, completely unaware of the frantic gestures given to him by his assistant.

Out of the arrogance of his noble background, he didn't take the online video broadcast seriously at all. He had no idea how much the American people's admiration for Ron had become exaggerated.

"Take a break, bastard~ I won't listen to you, you little trash. If it weren't for your trashy command, the brothers in the commando team wouldn't have died just now!" Ron retorted hard, making the Minister of Defense look pale. It suddenly became very ugly. If there weren't a lot of other bureaucrats watching around him, he would have been ready to curse Ron.

"General, please pay attention, I am in command now! If there are not more important things to do now, I can remove you from your post immediately!" Charlie understood the assistant's gesture and quickly grabbed the microphone to remedy.

"I don't want this brat to screw up..."

"Shut up now!" Seeing that the Secretary of Defense kept chattering, Charlie quickly slammed the table and interrupted: "I am now the acting president of the United States of America!"

Although everyone here is tougher than Charlie, the interim president, there is nothing we can do. This person is too stupid. If we don’t interrupt him immediately, we will definitely not be able to get over it.

"Mr. Cooper, are you still there?"

"Of course, do you have any new plans?" Ron said respectfully, in front of the live broadcast, no matter how unhappy he is with this crazy president, he still has to give him the face he deserves.

"I'm going to order the withdrawal of the Seventh Fleet and the South Korean garrisons, and then give them helicopters."

"Mr. President, you can't do what they say! You can't compromise with the terrorists. I know them. Let me kill them."

Ron must not let them do this. Terrorists have never been in the habit of keeping their promises. What's more, this is a group of terrorists who came with hatred for the United States. When they came, they had already put their life and death aside. Inflicting heavy damage on the United States comes first.

And now nothing can do more harm to the United States than the recognition of this lunatic interim president as the official president.

Charlie said sternly: "Our first consideration is the safety of the President of the United States! Mr. Cooper."

"I'm talking about the safety of the entire American people," Ron said carefully, considering every word, "I know you are the acting president now, but I am your only hope."

"Okay, Ron, I'll give you another 30 minutes." Charlie thought for a while, and had to make concessions under the live broadcast camera, but secretly gave a gesture to his assistant in private, and the temporary command headquarters began to talk to the terrorists again. The elements continued to negotiate.

Anyway, there are no reporters or cameras in the temporary headquarters, so he can do whatever he wants.

On the other side, the terrorists who had received the interim president's promise immediately began to take action. No one really wanted to die, even those who were prepared to die. They had already made plans for retreat.

The terrorists took out the hoods and black blouses they had prepared and put them on each hostage, including the President of the United States: "From now on, I will kill anyone who dares to move! Be honest!"

The terrorist slapped the president on the face who was about to resist. The president immediately became quiet. Under the arrangement of the terrorists, the top American officials changed their clothes and lined up in a column. They were connected with handcuffs and followed the terrorists. With the same rhythm, he walked out of the elevator little by little and walked outside the White House.

On the grass outside the White House, the helicopter that the interim president promised to the terrorists was already in place. The American pilot responsible for flying the plane retreated according to the order. As long as the terrorists boarded the helicopter, they could hijack the president elsewhere.

"Damn! These guys are so smart!"

Hidden on the stairs of the White House, Ron was aiming a target at the terrorists. Ron couldn't help but curse inwardly.

"Ron, can you tell the difference between a terrorist and a president?"

"How is that possible? They covered her up tightly."

"Then what should we do now? Can we just let them go?" Anonymous asked unwillingly.

Today, he and Ron's series of actions have successfully made Charlie Manning and his group lose face. The subsequent mid-term elections may also increase Charlie's approval rating by several percentage points, but if the president cannot be removed, everything will be lost. It's all for nothing.

"Of course we can't just let them leave like this. Now it seems there is only one way." Ron said as he gently put the rifle aside, took out the mask and goggles from his backpack and put them on, and then took them out again. Taking out a few small balls from the bag, Nameless had a vague feeling of something bad.

"What are you going to do? Ron! I'm warning you, no matter what? You must not hurt the president!"

"Don't worry, it's just a minor injury." A smirk appeared on Ron's lips, but she restrained it very well and did not make a sound into the phone: "I promise that at most, Mr. President will only need to go to the ophthalmologist for cleaning. Eyes or breathing, go to the doctor to clear the trachea and lungs, and there will be no other problems."

It was okay for Ron not to explain, but when he explained, Anonymous felt even more unsure, but there was no other way. Now Ron was on the verge of an attack and had to make a move. He could only make a sign of a cross on his chest in vain: "May God bless the United States, and God bless the United States. "

As soon as Anonymous finished speaking, behind the camera, Ron had already taken action.

Before the terrorists could leave the White House gate, Ron pulled out the safety and threw six small balls out as fast as he could. Two were thrown at the door, and the other four were thrown in a circle around the column.

"Be careful of grenades!" Someone in the hooded column shouted, and the entire team, whether hostages or terrorists, were brought to lie on the ground together.

However, the explosion as expected by the terrorists did not occur. The small ball thrown by Ron exploded in the air with a "pop" before it hit the ground.

The pink powder quickly filled the entire hall with the explosion. The people wearing hoods below all covered their eyes and coughed violently. Ron took this opportunity to pull out the dagger, jumped down from the second floor, and quickly rushed to In front of the column.

The small ball Ron just threw was a chili bomb he asked Howard to make specially. In addition to a small detonator, it was made of quicklime, chili powder and pepper in a ratio of 1:1:1. Within the area covered by this kind of powder, whether it is the eyes, nose or mouth, as long as it comes into contact with a little bit of powder, it will cause tears, cough, and non-stop sneezing, and instantly lose all resistance.

"It's not you." Ron pulled off one person's hood and found four unknown Asian faces. Without saying a word, he wiped his neck with a dagger, and then quickly pulled off the other person's hood.

"It's not you." This time, the person under the hood was an unknown white woman. Ron simply cut off the handcuffs with a knife, pulled the collar and threw it towards the door: "If you want to survive, run out quickly. There is someone outside to help you!"

"He succeeded!" Everyone in the live broadcast room began to cheer. They only saw Ron rescuing American dignitaries one after another, but they did not notice that the real key figure never showed up!

"Quick! Let the commandos rush into the White House immediately!" Seeing this, the interim president quickly ordered the troops to take action, intending to share the credit for rescuing the president.

The special forces surrounding the entrance of the White House received the order, formed a tactical formation and immediately rushed into the White House. Everyone knew that the president was still inside, and everyone wanted to be the hero who rescued the president.

But no one noticed that in an inconspicuous corner at the entrance of the White House, two men wearing the same uniforms as the commandos were sneaking into the blind spot of Ron's vision. When the commandos entered the White House, one of them suddenly fired a shot into the air. Strung bullets together, and while the crowd was in chaos and each was looking for cover, the two men immediately blended into the commando team members.

In order to keep their identities secret, everyone in the commando team wore a mask. Suddenly, two people blended in, and no one noticed. Just when the terrorist under the mask showed a proud face, he was about to drive the real president next to him to grab the helicopter. , Ron, who had been dazed, suddenly reacted.

"No one can move! The terrorists and the president are among us!" Luo yelled, and everyone stopped and looked at Ron, not knowing what he was talking about.

In order to remain hidden in the crowd, the terrorist leader also pulled the president to a stop and stabbed him in the waist with a dagger.

The sharp tip of the knife instantly pierced the president's skin, and a little bit of writing flowed out from the wound, but the president did not dare to say a word, because the terrorists had long warned him that as long as he made a sound, he would end his life immediately.

A group of soldiers were like playing with 123 wooden figures. They were pinned to the spot by Ron with a loud roar. They looked at Ron in confusion. Ron's hands were already sweating from nervousness. Now he only had one chance. He had to find a way. Who are the terrorists among these people?

There is no room for error, because if he makes a mistake, the terrorists will kill the president immediately.

"What's going on? Ron?" Anonymous asked loudly in the earphones.

"This guy is far more cunning than imagined. He has already prepared clothes to hide among us," Ron explained loudly to the nameless people and the soldiers in front of him. Suddenly, he had an idea and shouted to the soldiers in front of him: "You usually like Listen to music?”

"Of course." Although they didn't know why Ron suddenly asked this question, the soldiers answered readily.

"Then everyone sing with me

This hit

That ice cold

Michelle Pfeiffer

…”

Ron suddenly sang the hit song "uptown fXXk" on the Billboard chart. Just halfway through the song, all the soldiers already showed "I understand" smiles. They already understood what trick Ron was playing.

Just when the terrorists were relaxing their vigilance, Ron, who was singing the chorus Uptown FXXk you up, suddenly stopped. All the American soldiers climbed down together, leaving only the terrorist and the president standing in the middle of the crowd. Ron quickly pulled out his weapon. gun.

"boom!"

The terrorist fell down with disbelief in his eyes. He never understood what was going on until his death.