Daily life of an American TV drama agent

The Terminator's body melted and squeezed out of the hole in the car window like toothpaste. Before he could stand still, the old lady was shot in the head.

"Thud, tug, tug..." The shotgun fired bullets quickly like an automatic rifle, knocking the Terminator backwards. Ron parked the car and opened the trunk. The two electromagnetic harpoon launchers inside were exactly what Ron had used last time. of.

"Zizzi..." The electric harpoon pierced the Terminator's abdomen and continued to emit electric current, but something unexpected happened to Ron. The Terminator casually removed the harpoon as if nothing was wrong, and raised his head to look evil at him. Laughing: "I think it would be better if you increase the power."

As he spoke, the Terminator's hands turned into two sharp blades and slashed toward Ron's abdomen. Ron rolled back quickly, dodging the first blow but failing to dodge the second.

With a "chi" sound, the clothes around Ron's waist were cut open by a sharp blade, revealing the wounds that had just been cut to pieces.

"I was careless and didn't get out of the way."

Ron took advantage of the opportunity of Gresha's shooting to finally get away from the Terminator's attack temporarily: "What's going on? Are high-frequency electromagnetic waves useless to it?"

"He has a self-learning function. He will remember the way to cause damage to him every time, and then improve the nanorobots in his body to adapt to the same type of attacks!"

Gresa said as she fired. As soon as she emptied the magazine, the old lady immediately took over. The two of them took turns shooting like a relay, relying on the inertia of the bullet itself to push down the Terminator bit by bit. road bridge.

But even if this was the case, the two of them would inevitably find the opportunity and get several wounds on their bodies by the Terminator.

However, although the number of wounds was greater than Ron's, the depth was not as deep as Ron's, so the impact on them was not great.

The wound on his abdomen made Ron break out in a cold sweat. The wound was a bit deep, but fortunately it did not damage his internal organs. Ron could still persist, gritting his teeth and taking out the rocket launcher of the cloud bomb from the space.

At this time, I no longer care about hiding little secrets, it’s important to save my life!

Unscrew the cover and aim the bazooka below. The Terminator below has begun to condense and take shape again: "Go to hell!"

"boom!"

The huge shock wave from the explosion of the individual soldier's cloud bomb knocked Ron upside down, and it happened to hit the wound. He grinned again in pain.

"Great! Now we have at least ten minutes to escape!" Grace pulled Dani over excitedly. Seeing Ron's blood-stained clothes, she asked worriedly: "Are you okay? tutor?"

"Fortunately, we won't die for a while, but we have to find a safer place quickly, and you can drive." Ron threw the key to Gresa and glanced at the old lady next to him: "Although not I know who you are, but it seems you are helping us, do you want to come with us?"

"Okay, but I have to drive." The woman looked at Ron's face and agreed with a nostalgic expression.

"No problem, Gresa, give her the key. You know the way to Pasadena, right?" When the old lady nodded, Ron closed his eyes in relief in the back seat.

The wound is a bit deep and he needs to rest for a while...

"Hi Ron, welcome back."

When Ron returned to the apartment with one old, two young and three women, Raj and Howard were still here.

"We meet this beauty again, can you tell me your name this time..."

"No time!" Before Raj could finish speaking, Gresa helped Ron into Leonard's bedroom, followed by the two women. Then, a groan of pain and comfort came from the room. Voice.

"Ah~"

The two little otakus who were lying at the door and eavesdropping were shocked. Some bad images appeared in the minds of two scientists with unhealthy ideas.

Ron finished moaning, and then Graylo seemed to be holding back some muffled groans. Finally, there was even a slightly old female voice, moaning in pain.

"Howard, what do you think they are doing in the house?" Raj asked in a low voice.

They were lying on the door facing each other. Raj was talking, and the hot breath from his mouth went directly to Huo Huade's ears, making his ears itch.

"Raj, can you stop talking into my ears? It's too uncomfortable." Howard complained in a low voice: "I guess they must be doing that kind of thing inside, hehe."

"But there is an old lady inside! How could Ron do it?!" Raj's eyes widened in shock.

"So what? What if Ron gets tired of playing with his normal taste?" Howard guessed: "Maybe he happened to read the electronic magazine I ordered for Sheldon, Granny vs. Granny, and then wanted to give it a try? Otherwise, how do you explain the 'uh-huh' sound inside?"

"That's right. Although that old lady is very old, it can be seen that she must have been a beauty when she was young. But I still can't believe that Ron would do such a thing."

As soon as Raj finished speaking, as if to prove Howard's words, the old lady yelled from the bedroom.

"It hurts! Be gentle! I'm old and I can't stand the torment of a young man like you!"

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'll be gentler. How do you feel now?"

"much better."

Howard and Raj opened their mouths in shock. Originally, they were just a little suspicious, and they were more teasing than convinced. These few conversations suddenly confirmed their dirty suspicions.

If Ron knew what these two guys were thinking, he would be eager to stuff their heads into the toilet and flush out their dirty thoughts.

What do you want to do all day long?

In fact, Ron and Gresa were just treating their injuries in the house.

Because Leonard often stayed in Ron and Petunia's apartment recently, he brought a lot of things from there. In order not to make the apartment too crowded, Ron put his medical kit and other insignificant things in Leonard's apartment. Nader's bedroom.

The old lady's voice just now was Ron applying medicine to her.

"Okay, no problem. It only takes a month for this kind of wound to fully recover." Ron bandaged the old lady's wound: "For so long, I haven't asked, who are you? Why are you there? It’s like you knew we would be there.”

"It's because of this message." The old lady took out her mobile phone from the tin foil bag of potato chips: "Over the years, people have been sending me messages telling me about the robot killers from the future. You are just one of them. As for me, Her name is not worth mentioning, Sarah Connor, just a poor woman whose son died."

"What? Your name is Sarah Connor?!" Ron sat up from the bed in shock. Now he finally understood why the old lady always gave him a familiar feeling.