Daily life of an American TV drama agent

After taking down the window, Arthur got out first. Ron got a spare set of ropes and also got out through the window.

The floor Arthur chose was the 54th floor. He only had to climb 4 more floors to reach the top floor of the 58th floor, which was the rooftop swimming pool where the target person swam.

Although Ron didn't know why these so-called big shots liked to exercise in such a unique place, it didn't stop him from inserting the iron hook into the gap between the windows to say goodbye, and then followed Arthur one by one. Click to climb up.

This route was already chosen by Arthur when he visited the site. From bottom to top, no one was working on these floors, so the two of them came all the way to the bottom of the swimming pool.

"Give me the suction cup," Arthur stretched out his hand: "You know you don't have to come up with me."

"Of course I know. I'm just a little curious about the kind of work you do. I want to experience it personally. After all, it's not easy to witness the work of a famous mechanic..."

"Shh!" Arthur put his index finger to his mouth, made a silent gesture, and then pointed upward. When Ron was satisfied, he looked over and saw a gun-wielding bodyguard circling back and forth by the swimming pool.

"I don't understand, why can't we just kill them all instead of taking off our pants and farting like this?" After the bodyguard left, Ron asked again.

"It would be too easy to just kill people. In the past, many of my clients could kill the target themselves, but they often couldn't afford the chain reaction caused by the target being killed by themselves."

Talking about his professional stuff, Arthur's face showed a trace of satisfaction: "So at this time, I need to appear, disguise the target's death as an accident, and save themselves from the fate of retaliation. Now give me that. "

Arthur drilled a hole under the swimming pool and reached out to Ron again. Ron quickly handed over the special potion that Arthur had prepared in advance.

This is a special chemical reagent. When it comes into contact with tempered glass, it will immediately cause the glass to crack and shatter as if it is overstressed. The most interesting thing is that after the reaction of this chemical reagent, there is no residue, and even detection is difficult. Undetectable.

As expected, the mechanic still has two brushes.

On the top of the rooftop, the target person, Cook, was served by his men, took off his bathrobe, did a few warm-up movements on the shore, and plunged into the water with a plop.

After paddling twice in the water, he discovered that beneath him, under the glass base of the swimming pool, a bald man and another handsome man were smiling and waving to him.

As a experienced human trafficker, Cook had been assassinated countless times. Of course, he did not think that the two people under the swimming pool greeted him because they thought he had a good figure. He hurriedly swam up, trying to raise his head out of the water. His bodyguards asked for help.

But it's a pity that Arthur didn't give him this chance.

Click, click...

The glass at the bottom of the swimming pool, with the small hole Arthur had just calculated as the center, began to gradually extend outward with cracks, and the cracks seemed to multiply more and more.

Finally, after being unable to bear the force, there was a "bang" sound, and everything exploded, forming a hole at the bottom. The water flowed down the hole sharply, from bottom to top, forming a huge whirlpool in the swimming pool. Everything was swept up by the whirlpool and rushed toward the hole at the bottom.

"Save...gugu..." Cook only had time to shout out the pronunciation of the first part of the word, and the second half was swallowed back by the water in his mouth.

The bodyguards who had already discovered that something was wrong were in a hurry, but no one dared to jump into the water to save Cook, because they all knew that in this case, jumping into the water was tantamount to losing their lives, and there was no difference. But Cook opened the door for them. The wages are the highest, but they are far from high enough for them to sell their lives.

"Ah~ah~ah~pop!"

After screaming throughout his life on the 58th floor, Cook fell heavily to the ground like a pile of mud. His flesh and blood stuck to the ground tightly, like the most stubborn chewing gum. Without a lot of effort, he couldn't buckle it at all. Come down.

"Bah!" Ron, who found an Arthur and swung back to the room along the rope, spit out the gum in his mouth: "I will never eat gum again."

And Arthur had already changed into the cleaner's clothes while she was complaining: "The task is done, let's leave here separately. You can carefully monitor my movements over there. In about an hour, I will give you a message." Crane will make a video call, and you must help me locate Gina’s location when the time comes.”

Ron made an OK gesture to Arthur to reassure him.

"Billionaire Adrian Cook just fell to his death from the 58th floor because the glass of the swimming pool in his penthouse apartment in Sydney broke. After preliminary inspection, the relevant authorities believe that this should be an accident..."

United States, California, Los Angeles, on a cruise ship outside the port, a man with a cold face was watching a piece of breaking news that had just been broadcast, with a satisfied smile on his lips. He patted the bodyguard beside him: "Go call Arthur. .”

"OK." The bodyguard got up and came to a completely enclosed cabin next door. Arthur's fiancée Gina was tied to the chair in the middle. A camera was facing her. If you didn't look at the rope tied to him, , this scene is no different from a live news broadcast.

"Gina, are you okay?" As soon as the video was connected, Arthur immediately stared at the screen and asked with concern.

Although Crane promised to take good care of his girlfriend for him, Arthur couldn't believe what this kind of person said.

"It's okay." Gina just replied, and the camera was immediately reoccupied by the bodyguard who had just untied Gina: "Okay, you woman has already seen it, and now I will tell you the third task that Crane gave you. .

His name is Max Adams, and he is a wealthy American arms dealer. He has a mercenary base in California, and he usually stays there..."

While listening to the mission briefing, Arthur kept asking for various details to delay time. At the same time, he stared anxiously at another mobile phone behind the computer. He could hardly hold on anymore and was about to run out of words. He only wanted Ron The speed over there can be a little faster...

Ding bell~

The phone rang, and a look of joy flashed across Arthur's face. Ron had succeeded!

"Okay, I understand, just wait, I will complete the task soon, but before that, you must help me take care of Gina."

Arthur hung up the video and immediately picked up the phone eagerly. On the phone, the message from Ron only had one coordinate. The coordinates were entered into the map, but they did not belong to any city.

It was a point on the sea more than a hundred nautical miles away from the Port of Los Angeles, on a large yacht named by Crane.

Three days later, not far away on the sea, another small yacht inadvertently got closer and closer. Although this small yacht was much smaller than Crane's, But there are six cabins, enough to meet the needs of a family for fishing.

But in most cases, it can't even seat six people. For example, right now, there is no one else on the ship except Ron.

Arthur's head suddenly appeared on the sea in front of Ron, who was fishing at the stern of the boat: "BOSS, I think it was a mistake for us to come alone!"

Arthur had just used a diving propeller to take him under Crane's yacht for reconnaissance. The results of the reconnaissance were very dismal: "There were at least twenty people on that boat, and all of them were masters of various weapons. Crane’s most capable men, I think, should retreat to the shore and use my own methods to rescue Gina.”

"Then I have to remind you again, I am the BOSS."

"But……"

"There's nothing wrong with it. You have to ask for support. There's no other way. We can only use the simplest method." Ron waved his hand, indicating that Arthur didn't need to say anything more: "Remember, the maintenance fee for this yacht starts from Your bonus will be deducted, now let the action begin!"

Arthur held the diving propeller and dived into the sea again, while Ron threw away the fishing rod, got into the cab and started the boat again.

"Boss, there is a small yacht approaching us at 45 degrees on the port side. Do we want to warn him?" On Crane's yacht, the bodyguard immediately noticed something unusual about Ron's yacht.

Crane frowned: "No, I think he came here just for fishing, so he doesn't want to cause trouble."

He is now using Arthur's superb assassination skills to kill his third competitor. As long as these three people are successfully eliminated and no one suspects him, then he will successfully annex these three unlucky men. With all his strength, he has become a new giant in the international underground arms trade. Even Yuri, who is the most popular in the United States, is nothing compared to the strength he is about to master.

When the time comes, he may even be able to influence the U.S. military's equipment procurement contracts, or even go one step further and influence the policies of the White House. Whenever he thinks of this, Crane feels that his future is bright.

Unfortunately, this good mood could not last long.

There was a loud bang and the ship shook violently. He almost fell off the sofa. He quickly grabbed the armrest next to him: "Asshole! What's going on outside?"

"Boss, the yacht just collided with our ship. What should we do now?"

A cold look appeared on Crane's face. He moved his hands between his neck and made a beheading gesture: "Take a few people to see. Since some people won't open their eyes, let's send them to see God. Anyway, This is the depth of the sea, and there are many sharks in the sea, who can clean up all traces for us."

"Understood, boss."

…

"I'm sorry, I accidentally fell asleep while the boat was sailing." Ron walked out of the cabin wearing a pair of slippers, big pants, a Hawaiian shirt, and a sun hat. Xiang Nu was her bodyguard. They said apologetically.

"This boat of yours is really big. It can accommodate about 50 people, right? It's so rich~" Ron said sourly in an envious tone: "Unlike me, I can only afford this kind of thing to accommodate six people." It’s a small yacht. How much did you pay for it? The maintenance cost must be very expensive..."

The bodyguard on the yacht showed an impatient look on his face. He was annoyed by Ron's endless chatter, but for the sake of the boss's order not to get into trouble, he could only stare at Ron with invisible anger, as if It was as if it was going to engulf Ron.

Fortunately, this situation did not last long. In the cabin, the boss's personal bodyguard walked out: "Richard!"

The bodyguard called his name, scratched his neck with his hand, and then pointed at Ron.

The impatience on the bodyguard's face immediately changed to joy, and he licked his lips bloodthirstyly. Opposite him, the troublemaker who was still chattering at first finally realized that something was wrong.

"Wait! What are you going to do?!" Ron squeezed his throat and shouted in horror: "You are not going to use violence against me, are you? Please don't do this. I am willing to compensate for the damage to your yacht. I have A lot of money, even if the money is not enough, I can sell my own boat to compensate you, please, please don’t hurt me!”

Ron got up and acted like a victim, while Arthur, who had already used the underwater propeller to swim to the other side of the yacht, curled his lips and almost laughed out loud.

This boss is good at everything, but he loves acting too much.

"Let you go? You dare to disturb me from my nap, and you want me to let you go for such a simple matter? Hand over any valuables on your boat to me? Maybe if it makes me feel good, I can let you go. Horse!" The bodyguard who lifted the ban on shooting raised his gun and pointed it at Ron.

The bodyguard said this, but in his heart he had no intention of letting Ron go. He just wanted to tease Ron one last time and squeeze out the last remaining value of it. Tricks like this, he often used to assassinate him. The target was staged, and the other killers around him were certainly familiar with his nature. They burst into laughter and looked at Ron mockingly, intending to see how this poor guy would struggle in the end.

"Something valuable?" Ron lowered his head. The wide brim of his sunhat made it difficult to see the expression on his face, but his tone was indescribably weird: "Is this what you are talking about?"

Ron raised his hand and threw an unknown object towards the bodyguard. The bodyguard quickly caught it, but as soon as he looked at the thing in his hand, he immediately shouted: "FXXK! It's a grenade!"

The bodyguard quickly threw the grenade into the sea like a hot potato.

"Boom!" The power of the explosion set off a curtain of water on the sea.

"MD! How dare you tease me!" The bodyguard just got up from the boat and immediately looked towards the opposite boat to find Ron's figure, but where was Ron's figure on the other side?

Only two round things flew towards him, and this time they were grenades.

"Again?" This time Ron didn't throw them at him, and he couldn't catch them two at a time. In desperation, the bodyguard could only lie down again to avoid the explosion, but this action played into Ron's hands.