Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"What are you bastards looking at! Why don't you shoot down those flies?" Dean's roar came from the office inside, and the bodyguards suddenly pulled out their guns and prepared to shoot down those flies flying in the sky. Knock the thing down.

It's a pity it's too late.

"Let me tell you, Zhazha," Ron's magnetic voice sounded again.

"Art is..." Ron pressed the blast button.

"BANG!" The fire spread quickly from the six small drones to the entire corridor, and the huge explosion almost deafened Arthur's ears.

"Hahaha~" Ron happily slapped Arthur on the shoulder: "Did you see that your tactics are so weak? This is the most efficient way to infiltrate. Are you useless?

If everyone dies, I guarantee that no one will question that your infiltration was unsuccessful. "

"Is it because dead people can't talk? What a stupid idea." Arthur, who has been engaged in hidden assassinations all his life, felt that this was simply weak and not artistic at all. He tried to re-emphasize his importance: "Then what if What if there are more people on the other side?

For example, the opponent occupies a large warehouse, which is filled with people, and all entrances are guarded by crossfire consisting of at least five submachine guns. "

Just when Arthur was about to continue explaining his superb infiltration skills, Ron didn't expect that Ron would immediately give him a solution.

"In that case, I think we can consider long-range fire coverage. I have a 107 rocket launcher with twelve barrels. If necessary, I can buy two more and focus on bombing the warehouse and bury them all. In the ruins.”

Ron said that he had never lost in an argument, and Arthur was speechless.

This seems to work?

"Watch the emergency escape door. I seem to hear footsteps. You stay here while I go up." Ron patted the guy on the tripod in front of Arthur and jumped out from behind the bunker: "Don't let me down. I've prepared it for you." A gift for joining the team, I believe you will fall in love with using it.”

On the stairs of the emergency exit, on a simple bunker built by two people with various things, a steel beast supported by a tripod pointed its muzzle ferociously toward the exit.

It is the famous M249 squad machine gun. The weight of the empty gun is less than ten kilograms, and it is not as heavy as the trapezoidal magazine box containing two hundred rounds of 5.56 machine gun ammunition. Ron believes that no one can pass through the firepower network composed of it. .

On the other side, Dean's bodyguards regrouped in the corridor that had been bombarded by 6 drones. Most of them had just stayed in their respective offices, so they escaped.

Anyway, Ron himself didn't expect to be able to do it all at once by using drones.

"FXXK!" A tall black bodyguard shouted after pressing all the elevator buttons: "All the elevators are out of service, what should we do now?"

"It must be Arthur's fault. There is an emergency passage. Let's go there quickly!" Dean just took two steps and stopped again when he remembered Arthur's usual rigor.

"Wait a minute, that guy must be waiting in the stairs, Jim, take your team and kill that bastard for me!"

"Yes, BOSS."

…

The messy footsteps in the corridor were getting closer and closer, but they stopped just as they were approaching the door. A looking glass made of glass fragments stretched out from the corridor.

"It seems they are still a bunch of smart rats." Ron took out two grenades at the same time, pulled out the safety, and threw them towards the wall directly opposite the corridor before the bodyguards in the corridor could make any further movements.

The grenade bounced off the wall and just fell into the bodyguard team on the other side that was close to the entrance.

"BANG! BANG!" There were two explosions, one after the other. After the first one, a huge fire broke out, and the grenade fragments and embedded steel balls were poured out in a fan-shaped manner toward the bodyguards, instantly beating them into pieces.

Another grenade that exploded a little later shone with a dazzling white light, mixed with a huge amount of noise, causing the remaining bodyguards to be temporarily blinded. At the same time, many people lay on the ground and vomited because they were too close to the noise. .

Arthur didn't wait for Ron's order, immediately picked up the machine gun and rushed towards the exit.

"Da da da……"

Arthur's gun spewed deadly flames from its muzzle, making a noise like a chainsaw. There was almost no need to aim in a small space, and it immediately turned the corridor into a hell on earth full of blood and severed limbs.

In 12 seconds, the 200-round ammunition chain in the magazine was used up, and the machine gun made a crisp "ding" sound. Arthur immediately dropped the machine gun in his hand and rolled back into the corridor.

And at the moment he withdrew, countless gun muzzles protruded from multiple hiding corners in the corridor. The dense bullets immediately left a dense honeycomb of bullet holes in the place where Arthur had just been.

It’s the bodyguards’ p90! The magazine of this thing can hold fifty rounds of bullets, and the alternate firing is enough to make them unable to lift their heads, and then cover each other to break through Ron's blockade.

"Is this what you call a good plan? I've lost the machine gun, what should we do now?" Arthur complained angrily to Ron, who was whistling angrily and carrying the box down the stairs.

Ron calmly took out another gas bomb and threw it into the corridor. The bodyguards who were confused about the situation retreated into their temporary bunker again.

"Want to play a racing game?" Ron opened the box, took out two remote control racing cars and placed them on the ground. He also took out two remote controls with their own screens. The pictures on the screens came from the cameras on the racing cars, with a devilish look. He handed one to Arthur with a smile.

"Each car has a kilogram of bombs with 50 small steel balls inside. Press the red button to detonate. Do you want to try it?"

"YES!" Arthur happily took the remote control.

The bodyguards in the corridor were severely wounded twice by Ron, and there were less than twenty of them still fighting. They all nervously pointed their guns at the smoke, ready to kill any living thing that emerged from the smoke.

However, what was waiting from the smoke was not Arthur's footsteps, but the "buzzing" sound of the racing motor, like the devil's footsteps, coming closer and closer, accompanied by various collision sounds in between.

Immediately, two racing cars, one black and one white, rushed out of the smoke.

"What the hell! Get rid of those two things!" The bodyguards who had suffered the loss of drones no longer dared to despise anything, and quickly turned their guns and started shooting at the two cars.

However, they only had time to destroy one vehicle, while the other vehicle managed to dodge the bullets and get behind the bunker where the bodyguards were hiding.

"BANG!"

Ron pressed the red detonation button, and the bodyguards behind the door were blown into a puddle of flesh. Before the remaining bodyguards could hold a moment of silence for their companions, Ron and Arthur, wearing gas masks, emerged from the smoke. out.

The bolt of Ron's revolver has been opened and is ready to be fired at any time.

"Noon has arrived~"