Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"Mr. Ron, I think your approach is a bit wrong," Eggsy glanced at the convoy behind him, always feeling a little uncomfortable, and finally couldn't help but said, "This is not the education I received in the secret service school. "

Yesterday at noon, Ron was having lunch when Andy brought this young man in. As soon as Ron saw Mycroft's cane, he knew something big was going on, but he never expected that it would involve hundreds of millions of people. A matter of life and death.

That bastard Valentin actually plans to use the special wave emitted by the free SIM card to drive everyone who uses the SIM card into a frenzy to kill each other, thereby eliminating what he considers to be inferior humans.

Regarding this crazy idea, Ron can only say that Marvel's internal involvement is really serious now, and the director has begun to steal Thanos' job.

"Oh? Really?" Ron turned his head with interest: "Then what does infiltration look like in your textbook?"

Agents should infiltrate as quietly as possible, breaking into the stronghold as quickly as possible without the other party noticing, without alerting anyone during the process. "Eggsy recited the definition of infiltration from the book very skillfully. It can be seen that he really studied well in the agent school.

"Yes, aren't we infiltrating like this right now?"

Eggsy turned back, glanced hard at the big guy being dragged by the military truck behind the truck, and finally roared unbearably: "What kind of infiltration is this?! With such a big M777 cannon, unless all the people in Valentine are deaf You can't hear the sound of cannons!"

Behind Ron's pickup truck was a U.S. military-standard M777 howitzer towed by a military truck.

The reason why Ron chose him is also very simple, because he only needs at least 5 people to complete the operation. It is still light in weight, half lighter than the towed 155mm howitzer currently in service in the armies of various countries, but its power is still undiminished, with a muzzle velocity of 827 meters per second. It fires unpowered ordinary artillery shells with a maximum range of 24.7 kilometers.

If rocket-propelled artillery shells are used, the maximum range can exceed 30 kilometers, and the rate of fire is as fast as 5 rounds per minute.

"You're talking about this~" Ron suddenly realized and touched his head, his expression a little embarrassed: "I can't help it, you guys are too pressed for time. Although I have a great reputation with the military, in a hurry, the most I can do is borrow money. This thing is here, but don’t worry, if you have this type of mission next time, let me know in advance and I will borrow an AC130 to take you to the sky~"

Ron said in a big brotherly manner, and Eggsy almost went crazy: "Who told you this? What I said is that as soon as this cannon fires, they will find us immediately. What kind of infiltration are we?!"

"Is this what you're talking about?"

Before Ron spoke this time, Hank, who had been deeply educated by Ron and was sitting in the co-pilot, took the initiative to explain to Ron: "With this big guy and the 107 rocket launchers we brought, we can't kill them all." That’s great? As long as all the enemies are killed, no one will notice us. Isn’t this considered a perfect infiltration?”

Eggsy opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but found that he could not find any reason to refute, so he could only weakly persuade: "Isn't it a bit too exaggerated for us to do this?"

"Of course not," Ron handed the tablet in his hand to Eggsy in the back row: "The location you provided is actually an abandoned military fortress of the US military. The defense of the gate alone is enough for us to deal with. , and I don’t want to waste too much time, so I can only use this thing to clear the way, which will be more efficient.

Maybe British gentlemen who are used to being slow in everything should learn from us Americans' efficiency. I think this may be one of the reasons why Mycroft sent you here. "

The military truck behind Ron's pickup truck began to break away from the convoy and drove to a nearby hillside. From there to Valentine's stronghold, it was only less than eight kilometers in total, which was a very good shooting position.

The remaining six pickup trucks lined up and followed Ron's car towards the stronghold. The gate of the stronghold was clearly visible.

"The gunner is in position, ready to fire at any time." Andy's voice came from Ron's walkie-talkie.

The M777 howitzer Ron was handed over to the senior citizen club. On the one hand, almost all of these old men had been on the front battlefield and were no strangers to things like artillery. They could play with it just by playing with it a few times. On the other hand, Ron I have always felt that it should be the job of young people to charge forward.

Of course, if I have to mention it, there is a third reason, which is that the elderly generally have minor hearing problems, so they don’t have to worry too much about the impact of gunfire on their ears.

"Then aim at their door and fire!"

boom!

As soon as Ron finished speaking, a shell was shot from the M777 howitzer barrel and hit the alloy door outside Valentine's stronghold. It made a huge dent in the door, but it was still hung precariously on the wall and was not completely destroyed. Lose.

But this is only temporary.

Immediately, with the second and third gunshots, the base door was blasted open, revealing the spacious passage inside.

When the gunfire stopped, Ron picked up the walkie-talkie with some dissatisfaction and yelled: "Why did it stop? Go on, shine the light inside the base for me, and fire five more rounds, all with shrapnel shells."

The corners of Eggsy's mouth twitched. Isn't this too cruel? He cast his rescue eyes on the fat man sitting in the passenger seat, but the fat man had a completely accustomed expression.

What a hell! Do all your American agents work like this? He simply couldn't imagine what it would be like when the grenade hit the terrorists who were about to come out in the base passage in the closed space.

“Isn’t this a little too inhumane?”

Eggsy's cautious question was met with Ron's domineering response: "Humanitarianism? That's just the rhetoric of politicians. Compared to this hypocritical line, I prefer another sentence: Only dead terrorists , are the good terrorists."

This is really, really... I really want to join them!

Eggsy's eyes shone, and he felt that his whole body had been sublimated, and he now had a bigger picture. This method of infiltration was simply not very satisfying. In comparison, what did the Secret Service Academy teach? Too petty.

Eggsy felt that his studies for more than a year were like nothing.

However, the better things are yet to come.

During the five consecutive rounds of M777 howitzers, Ron's pickup truck convoy finally opened the door to the base gate. At this time, the artillery fire just stopped. Ron did not rush to order the convoy to go in immediately, but picked up the walkie-talkie again.

"Guys, listen, there are a total of five sub-channels on the main channel of this base. Now each of your vehicles is responsible for one channel, and the rockets behind the car will be fired along the channel. Do you understand?"