Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"BOSS, I don't understand, why do I have to ride in the same car with a killer?!" In the back seat of the car driving to the suburbs, Hank held his LG5 sniper grenade launcher and complained dissatisfiedly.

Ron and Arthur were sitting in the front and passenger seats of the car respectively.

Of course, Ron couldn't understand Hank's rejection of Arthur. He had been complaining since the last time he shot to rescue Arthur, and it wasn't because of Ron's order to attack the bodyguard.

Which bodyguard of a cult group doesn’t have some blood on his hands? Hank, who has a strong sense of justice, has no psychological burden on this. He just feels that the killer is also not a good thing. It would be the best outcome if both parties can fight and die together.

But what he didn't expect was that one day he would actually work with a killer.

"He is an excellent infiltrator and will be our new partner." Ron glanced at the depressed Hank in the rearview mirror and said, "Of course, if you think you can do the job like he did last time in assassinating the cult, If he can sneak into the job as perfectly as the boss, I wouldn’t mind destroying him now.”

"I used to be able to do that." Hank looked down at his beer belly, which was almost unable to squeeze into the car door, and began to miss the days when he was the number one sniper in the SEAL team.

At that time, he drove the coolest car, drank the strongest wine, and played the most beautiful games... Well, he was far less romantic than his boss. It was not until he returned to normal life after retirement that he gained weight.

"Of course you can, Hank, but you have to face reality," Ron joked about his subordinates: "There is an old saying in China, time is a butcher's knife... you know."

"Turn left. The house with the green swing in the yard is Finch's house." Arthur, who had always acted as a navigator, checked his weapons and suddenly spoke.

Finch is Arthur's one-line contact with the killer company. He is also called the killer agent in the industry. Yes, even he, the company's top killer, does not know the specific location of the company, so he needs the agent to contact him for everything.

The economic man has all the information of both parties and keeps it secret.

Ron drove the car to the door and stopped: "Hank, you stay in the car and be on guard. Arthur and I will go in together."

Ron was worried that Hank would not have the heart to attack women and children, so he decided to leave him in the car. Hank nodded glumly, his disgust for Arthur deepening.

He has obviously not officially joined the special operations team, but Hank has a feeling that he is about to fall out of favor. In the past, Ron would definitely take him with him for all his violent actions, but now it is Arthur.

hateful! It was obviously me who came first!

"Ding dong~"

Ron signaled Arthur to ring the doorbell, and the door opened was a decent-looking blond woman. Arthur quickly pulled out a gun and pointed it at the woman's head and pushed her into the house.

"What a merciless man~" Ron shook his head and followed him into the house, not forgetting to close the door.

"Good morning, Finch."

When Finch heard the movement in the living room and came over with a gun, Ron waved hello to him with a kind smile, while on the other side, his wife and daughter were squatting on the ground crying with Arthur pointing a gun at them.

"What are you going to do?!" Finch moved the gun back and forth on Ron and Arthur's heads: "Let go of my family!"

"boom!"

In order to facilitate communication, Ron shot off his pistol: "I'm sorry, I hate it when people point guns at my head~ Hasn't anyone taught you to be rude like this?"

Ron took a few steps forward, kicked Finch over, and crushed Finch repeatedly with his leather shoe: "I don't think I need to introduce Mr. Arthur over there. You should be familiar with him. They are my new subordinates, so I don’t need to say much about our purpose.

You'd better tell me what I want to know. All I ask is, where is Dean? "

There was a sharp contrast between Ron with a kind smile and his current behavior, which gave people a stern feeling. If it were anyone else, he would have asked and answered whatever he asked at this moment, but Finch still said sternly. Screaming, while yelling "I don't know."

Arthur was about to take action when Ron shook his head and stopped him.

"Well, it seems that Mr. Finch still doesn't have a clear understanding of the situation he is in now~" Ron picked up the pistol that Finch dropped on the ground and walked to the family controlled by Arthur. On the other side, he picked up Finch's daughter and walked to the meat grinder placed next to the kitchen and turned on the switch.

The high-power machine immediately made a powerful "weng weng" sound, and Finch immediately had a bad premonition: "Let her go, what are you going to do to her?!"

Ron was unmoved and stuffed his daughter's hand near the entrance of the meat grinder, smiling ferociously like the villain in the movie: "I plan to start with the fingers and stuff her entire arm in bit by bit. , the specific speed depends on how quickly you answer the questions.

If you hurry up, maybe she can still keep a small bone~ Or you can buy a Chinese novel "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" first and teach her how to reach the peak of life with one hand. "

With that said, Ron quickly pressed down his hand without warning, "Dirty~" The machine started with a huge roar, and a large piece of minced flesh and blood spurted out from the mouth of the meat grinder as the girl screamed. , sputtering all over the girl.

Finch's eyes were splitting, and he shouted quickly: "Let her go!"

Ron was unmoved and pushed the girl's hand down again. Half of the girl's body was covered with flesh foam, and she screamed crazily in fear.

"300 Colby Square! I swear he's there! Please let her go!" Mr. Finch fell to his knees, sobbing.

Ron Arthur looked at each other and nodded slightly. It seemed that what he said should be true. Ron turned off the meat grinder with satisfaction and let go of the girl's hand. The girl quickly rushed towards her mother crying.

Miraculously, nothing happened to her hands.

Ron showed a mischievous smile, raised a piece of raw beef that he had secretly hidden in his hand without everyone noticing, and shook it proudly at Mr. Finch who was kneeling on the ground.

"Sorry, it seems I accidentally ruined your steak," Ron apologized, but there was no apologetic expression on his face: "But if you are willing to try Chinese food, you can try the dumplings stuffed with beef and green onions. .

I swear on my luck, it tastes great. "

The mother cried while holding her daughter: "Oh God! You are such a bastard!"

Ron remained unmoved, but continued to stare at Finch, who was relieved: "It's too early to relax now, I think you can guess what I'm going to do next.

So I suggest you buy the nearest flight ticket now and take your whole family on a trip. When you come back, you'd better live in a different place and even change your name. "

"I can guarantee that Dean's company will be completely eradicated, but a killer agent who leaks information will definitely attract other companies to pursue him."