Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Ron's bullets struck the two people in the corridor in a fan pattern, but to no avail, because he had already hid in Dana's house as quickly as possible after the first gunshot.

That's right, at the same time as Ron fired, they finally pried open the door of Dana's house. All that was left was to see who of them was faster.

"Bang bang bang..." Ron fired the gun and walked forward quickly. When he was approaching the door, the bullets had been fired. After all, the P14 only had fourteen bullets.

The people in the room were obviously counting Ron's bullets. After Ron fired the last bullet, a dark shadow appeared slightly behind the wall, and the man in work clothes was about to appear.

A smirk appeared on Ron's lips, and he threw the gun through the crack of the door that stuck out of his head: "Fire in the hole!"

The head that was half-expanded immediately rolled out of the room at full speed, until he turned around and realized that it was not a grenade at all, but a pistol with empty bullets. When he raised his head and planned to teach Ron a lesson, he felt cold The muzzle of the gun was already pressed against his head.

Just when he was doing a tactical roll, Ron had already sprinted through this short corridor, and when he came to him, he didn't forget to pull out his large-caliber pistol.

"Bang~" The man in work clothes' entire head was blown into a ball of broken watermelon.

The 12.7-caliber pistol bullet is far from comparable to the .45 bullet of the P14 pistol.

But this does not mean that Ron has the advantage. In fact, just as he killed the man in work clothes, a scream came from Dana's room. Ron looked over and saw that the little silly girl had been captured by another man in work clothes. arrive.

"Put your gun on the ground and kick it over, otherwise I will definitely kill her!" The man in work clothes held Dana in front, and huddled behind Dana. His movements were so skillful that everyone could tell at a glance that he was absolutely It's not the first time I've done this.

"Hey, little thing, you're quite skilled in your movements. Isn't this the first time you've done this?" Ron didn't care about the gun on Dana's head. He took a stool and sat on it, leaning up leisurely. Lifting one's legs means having a big talk with the other person.

If there was a chessboard in front of him, two pots of tea and an old man with a stinky chess basket to play chess with him, Ron would probably consume all his energy for a whole day without showing any signs of urgency.

"Ron! This is not the time for you to chat. Please help me!" Dana was so angry at Ron's lazy look that she kept struggling back and forth in the gangster's arms.

"Be honest!" The gangster hit Dana on the head with a gun, finally making her remember the reality that she was still under the control of others and become honest again.

"Hurry up, stand up! Throw your gun to the ground, kick it over, and don't let Bian play any tricks! Otherwise, I will kill her now!" The gangster focused his fierce gaze on Ron again.

I don't know why, even though he has a hostage in his hands now, he still feels that his life is not safe, as if he will be taken away by the other party at any time, especially when the other party kills two of his companions one after another, the speed is staggering. , which even made him feel chilly in his heart.

Those are the two most skilled players among them! The two best players second only to the boss were all killed by him like this? !

"Are you sure?" Ron stood up from the stool unhappily: "Then look, I'm slowly throwing the gun to the ground now, don't blink~"

Ron's hand holding the gun stretched out in front of the gangster and turned it around, leaving only one finger hanging in the air around the gun. The gangster's heart also hung in the air along with the revolver.

He stared at Ron's pistol without daring to blink.

"Yes, that's it, put it down! Quick!"

"No problem." Ron loosened his fingers, and the pistol that touched the gangster's heart began to fall from his hand. The joy on the gangster's face became more and more intense, but just when he focused all his attention on the gun falling in the air, When he loaded his pistol, Ron quickly stretched his other hand to his waist.

Just like the bullet time of The Matrix, it is the same now. The joy on the gangster's face has not faded. As if by magic, Ron conjured a pistol in his other hand and "bang" at his gun hand. One shot.

"Ah!" The gangster's right wrist was shot off at the wrist. Dana's face was spattered with blood, and she also screamed. Her voice was several times louder than the gangster's, and she suppressed the gangster's voice. For a moment, I couldn't tell who was shot.

But a gangster is a gangster. Even in this unfavorable situation, he still hid behind Dana very rationally to avoid Ron's second shot. This level of professionalism made even Ron couldn't help but applaud him.

But this was only temporary. Just when Ron was looking for an angle to fire the second shot, the other party also moved.

The gangster suddenly used his remaining intact left hand to push Dana forward. Just when Dana blocked the firing line of Ron's pistol, the gangster had already taken out a grenade from his waist. It was the M67 delayed kill grenade commonly used by the US military. He bit off the safety of the grenade and hugged Ron and Dana.

“Allahhu Akbar!”

QNMD! Are you going to play suicide bomb with me?

Ron's eyes narrowed, and he slapped Dana's face, which was rushing toward him. Dana felt that her whole face had been deformed by Ron's scraping. When she opened her eyes again, she found that she had Did he end up behind Ron for no apparent reason?

And Ron, who has no line of sight blocked, can't he just point his finger at a target that's less than five meters away?

"Bang!" With one shot, Ron shot the gangster's other hand off. The gangster's hand holding the grenade weakly let go, but Ron took three steps and two steps at a time, and immediately caught the grenade in the air. live.

He didn't do anything, but in the horrified eyes of the gangster, he pulled open his pants in a very obscene manner and stuffed the grenade into the middle of his crotch.

"Bye bye~" Ron said his final farewell to the gangster in fluent Beijing. Only a second and a half had passed.

The gangster hurriedly tried to use his crippled hands to take out the explosives from his clothes. Even if he was preparing to meet God, he did not want to miss a part to meet God, but his weak hands destined his move to be in vain.

What's more, Ron couldn't let him get the grenade. He kicked him in the stomach and used the reaction force to pick up Dana, who was still in a daze. He rolled on the spot and out of the apartment. Get behind the wall.

And by the time he finished all this, exactly four seconds had passed.

"Boom!" A ball of fire exploded in the gangster's pants as he fell to the ground, completely engulfing him in his horrified eyes.

"Ron, you were just sitting there planning to watch a show! Are you not planning to save me anymore?!" As soon as Dana was rescued, she angrily pinched her waist and asked Ron, like an angry little kid. hen.

"Please, which of your eyes saw that I wasn't going to save you? That's to paralyze the enemy, understand?" Ron stood up, and with his height advantage, he easily got a condescending perspective.

"Ah~~~" Dana roared at Ron, waving her little fist in front of her: "If I couldn't beat you, I would have beaten you to death, bastard! I don't care about you, I want to go home, it's nothing If it happens, you should go back, it’s really not pleasant to be with you!”

But as soon as Dana took a step, she was stopped by Ron.

"Hey! What else do you want to do?" Dana said unhappily.

"Are you sure you want to go back now?" Ron asked with a mysterious smile on his face, which made Dana more and more unhappy.

"Do you want to take care of it? What's the problem if I go back to my own home?"

"Then do I need to remind you that your home has just experienced an explosion and it may be quite messy," Ron thought for a while and said with a bad smile: "Also, for the safety of the two of us, I just used the grenade Put it into the indescribable place of Mr. Gangster and detonate it.

Given the fragility of that part, I seriously doubt it will blow up all over your house, so you..."

Before Ron finished speaking, the upright Dana had already thrown away Ron's hand and walked in. The result was: "Ah~~~"

Another scream that was enough to alarm the entire apartment building nearly pierced Ron's eardrums, and even knocked a piece of meat off the top of the door and landed on Dana's head.

"Ron," Dana said pitifully in a trembling voice, "tell me, what fell on me was bird poop."

"Oh, it's a pity~" Ron sighed funnyly: "Although the kind of thing is similar to bird droppings, how could there be bird droppings in the house? I think you must have been blown up by a grenade, right? It must be That’s right.”

Well, of course Ron lied to Dana, but that didn't mean that the thing on her head would be any better than shit. In fact, Ron didn't expect that the organ at the center of the explosion could actually be intact. Flying so far.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Dana screamed three times in a row and slapped the things on her head randomly. She didn't even have the courage to take a look. She rushed to the utility room at the end of the corridor and put her head against the water pipe. After rushing for a long time, I stopped.

Walking up to Ron wetly: "Is there nothing on my head?"

"OK, now it's clean, what are you going to do now? Just a reminder, the police will arrive in about ten minutes."

"Asshole! They ruined my life!" Dana cursed, and then stared at Ron with pitiful eyes: "Ron, do you have any place where I can stay for a while? It's best to lend me some more. I need money to buy some clothes to change into, but I don’t want to wear this clothes anymore.

You bastard! Why did you blow him up so much? My home is no longer habitable! "

Dana was so angry that she stamped her foot, just in time to burst the ball she had just slapped off her head. Ron's eyes twitched when he saw it, how painful would this be? Well, dead people shouldn’t have pain in their balls anymore, right?

perhaps?

"Of course, but before that, do you want to call your friend over there?" Ron pouted at the corner of the corridor in the direction of the elevator: "Hi! That friend, you have been here for a long time, right? Do you want to go get something to eat together?”

"Chris?" A tall figure appeared at the corner of the corridor. Dana covered her mouth in surprise: "Why are you here?"

"I'm a little worried about you, come and take a look." Chris was still a little taciturn. He was speaking to Dana, but he kept staring at Ron with some vigilance.

Ron could tell at a glance that his body was in a state of high tension, and he felt as if he was being targeted by a sniper. As long as he moved a little, a bullet would be fired at him.

Coupled with the profile of the face that was almost the same as the one in the photo, Ron was very sure that this was the mysterious accountant he was looking for. Unexpectedly, before he took the initiative to find someone, he sent him to his door first?

"Since you're fine, I'll leave first."

"Don't be anxious~" Ron saw that the duck in his hand was about to fly, and immediately stuck to it like brown candy: "I have information. A neighbor has already called the police. The police will be here soon. I have a place to take him. You hide for a moment and follow me.”

A note?

A big question mark appeared in Chris's mind. It sounded like the other party didn't want to meet the police. Could it be that he also had some special status and didn't want to meet the police?

In this case, wouldn't it be a bit too sensitive to say no? What's more, this person just killed three people without blinking an eye. He is definitely not an ordinary person. If he and Dana are left alone, maybe there will be other dangers?

After thinking about this, Chris pushed up his glasses: "If that's okay, thank you."

Chris also drove a car, and Ron asked his car to follow his car. However, there was an episode when he set off. Ron originally wanted Dana to ride in a car with him, but he didn't expect it. , she actually got into another car by accident.

"I never thought that your charm would wear off one day. How does it feel to be rejected? Mr. Ron, who considers himself a heartthrob?" The person who can keep track of Ron's dynamics at any time is naturally Peggy. Ron just sat down In the car, he called to ridicule.

"It's nothing. Anyway, I didn't have any ambiguous relationship with her, so don't make random guesses."

"Really? But I remember that you appeared as a prize on the night when their women's choir won the championship. I still have photos from that time. Do you want to see it?"

Tick ​​tock~ A message was received on the phone. Ron knew without looking at it that it must be the photo of that dark history sent by Peggy. He said helplessly: "I was too young at that time. You know, I haven't been that kind since I graduated from college." Crazy, by the way, you are calling me now just to settle these old scores with me?"

"Of course not, I'm just reminding you that the man in the car behind you is an extremely dangerous person, so be careful."

"Of course I know." Ron smiled. It turned out to be concern, but in such a twisted way. Would you high-IQ humans be dead if you were more frank?

"Actually, he's the one I'm eyeing. What do you think about letting him join my team?"

"Whatever you want, I just want to remind you that he is not as simple as you see. Behind him, there may be a very high-level hacker team. I just tried to hack into his phone but failed."