The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 109 Red Fire Ants

"Toretto, what are you doing?!" O'Connor, who had just escaped from the shellfire, was stunned by Toretto's operation: "We just escaped from that place and can't go back. Thirty people."

"How many do you think are left now?" The Hummer flicked its tail on the solid next door, and re-focused the front of the car on the place it had just escaped. At this time, it was already a sea of ​​flames.

O'Connor opened his mouth wide in surprise: "Who did this? It's like hell!"

But his surprise didn't last long. Immediately, some members of the drug cartel who were still alive found that they were firing at them, but just after firing two shots, they were immediately hit by something in the sky.

"BOOM!" The member of the drug cartel was blown into a puddle of minced meat, splashing all over the companion next to him, and a rib just happened to be inserted into the chest of another companion, and it was obvious that he was dead.

On the top of the hill, Hank, who was wearing night vision goggles, exhaled softly, and immediately aimed his gun at another crowded place.

On the other side, the three of Ron, Arthur, and Giselle fired downwards and slid down the hillside like heavenly soldiers, but they were fast, and someone was faster than them.

A drone making an obnoxious beeping noise swoops viciously behind a scrapped car: "BOOM!"

The flames blazed, and countless severed limbs flew out from behind the car. Together, they could just form two people. Ron dodged behind a big rock, and picked up the walkie-talkie painfully.

The freckled teenager in the pickup truck on the mountain had a blast, which was much more enjoyable than cat abuse at home, not to mention the money.

"Carl! Stop it! Do you know how much a drone costs?! If you dare to bomb me again, your reward will be gone tonight!"

Hanke complained: "I have already said that this job cannot recruit child labor."

"Cut~ dead fat pig." The freckled boy took off his VR glasses and said bitterly, staring at Hank who was lying in front of the car.

"Did you hear that? Carl?" The intercom rang again, and Carl could only reply with a grimace, "Boss received."

Then put on the VR glasses again, and a drone larger than the drone that was blown up just now took off again. The fire flashed under the hill, and the P90 submachine gun on the illuminated drone was clearly visible.

Under Carl's control, he descended from the other side of the valley, and shot down two drug dealers who were trying to escape from here with a long point shot.

Ron had to once again lament Howard's strong hands-on ability. He just came up with an idea. In just two days, Howard installed the submachine gun on the drone.

Except that there is no AI program that can identify friend and foe independently, this attack drone is exactly the same as the small military drone that Ron has seen in the future.

Inadvertently, there are three sides of the valley, one is the sharp commando team formed by Ron, Arthur and Giselle, the other is the elusive combat drone under the control of Carl, and the other is O'Connor Torretto's blocking force built by cars. bring.

In addition, Hank, who was constantly supporting with sniper grenades on the top of the mountain, has been controlled by Ron and his gang on three sides.

Even Ron himself only fired three shots from the beginning to the end, and didn't even finish a single chamber. Ron flashed out from behind the stone again, knocked down the three drug dealers with a quick three-stroke combo, and emptied the bullets.

At this time, the entire drug gang was left with a black and strong man who was specially left behind by Ron, kneeling in the center, and his appearance was extremely miserable.

One shot was shot on the left shoulder and one arm, and the entire left arm was hanging limply on the body, which could no longer play any role. The bullet hole on the right knee kept bleeding out, plus the bullet in the abdomen, if the bleeding did not stop If he hadn't, he wouldn't have survived three hours.

But Toretto didn't care about this, he had already kicked him down, raised his fist and smashed him down hard.

"Hey, Toretto, don't bother venting, we still haven't done business." Ron waited for Toretto to vent enough before pulling him up. Mom didn't know the black people on the ground who had been beaten.

"Tsk~ It's disgusting, it looks like this, no wonder you can only do this kind of job with no future." Ron was taken aback by the ugly face of the strong black man, and kicked him with his feet: "Hey, can you still do it?" say."

But the strong man's voice could only make a "wheezing, wheezing" sound.

Seeing this, Ron cut open a bag of white powder in Toretto's car with a dagger, grabbed a handful and stuffed it into the strong man's mouth. laughter.

"Hahaha...you dare to touch Barack's things...you all...you must die...all of you must die!"

It's a bit of a flashback, it seems that their goods are really strong enough.

"Slap." Ron picked up the strong man's head and slapped it hard: "Boy, now I can answer whatever I ask you, and nod if you understand."

Before the strong man continued to insult him, Ron inserted the dagger that had just opened the drug into his thigh, and stirred it up.

"Hiss..." Even though most of the pain was forcibly covered by the powder, the strong man still gasped in pain from his actions, and finally showed a look of fear on his face.

"Can you understand what I said now?" The strong man nodded obediently.

"You really killed Letty? Killed her yourself?"

Toretto was the first to ask the question, and the answer he got was shaking his head. He finally breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Letty must still be alive. As long as he is alive, he still has a chance to see her.

"Where was she taken?" The black man shook his head, but Ron, with a creepy smile, turned the dagger in his flesh again: "Why don't you think about it again?"

The black man yelled in pain: "Hiss... I really don't know! I only know that the person who took her away was Owen, a big man who even Barack bowed his head and ear."

"This is Uncle Ron's good boy~"

"Ah!" Ron pulled out the dagger, and took out a plastic bag from his pocket, scratched it, grabbed fine sand-like crystals and sprinkled it on his wound. Just when Arthur felt that Ron was too merciful, the drone I don't know when a big jar was dragged down.

"The last question, do you know KIKI?" Ron smiled more cordially: "Forget it, you don't need to answer, I saw the necklace you hung, it was my birthday present to him last year."

"What are you going to do?!" Seeing Ron approaching step by step with the jar in his arms, the black man finally realized something was wrong and yelled in horror.

"What for? Of course, to return the torture you inflicted on my teacher." Ron threw the can against the black man's leg, and the little black dot inside immediately enveloped the black man as if ordered.

The black man was in pain and began to struggle violently: "What is this!"

"Red fire ants, by the way, what I sprinkled on you just now happened to be their favorite white sugar." Ron stretched comfortably: "Okay, I'm finally done with tonight's work, and now I'm done .”

　Quiz game:
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(End of this chapter)