The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 122 My hand slipped
"Enemy attack!"

With the howling of the gang members who were trading, when the two parties who were trading looked back, three rockets fell into the crowd, scaring everyone to lie down immediately.

"BOOM!"

As the explosion sounded, the expected fire did not appear. Three rockets exploded a large amount of dry powder, covering the gangsters, and Hobbs' former partner, Phil, had already slipped out of the basement while taking advantage of the chaos. .

"Ron! Phil ran away!" Hobbs reported to Ron while shooting into the smoke.

"You go after it, leave it to me." Ron immediately ordered: "Also, take your oil bottle with you, so that I don't accidentally kill it."

"Okay, be careful." Hobbs, who knew Ron's abilities well, didn't talk nonsense, and grabbed Kevin by the collar.He chased him out of the basement like he was carrying a chick.

Until the news that Hobbs had left came from the earphones, with the cover of the smoke just now, Ron left the firing point and moved behind a new pillar with a chuckle: "Now you can finally let go, scumbags, Wait to die!"

It wasn't that Ron didn't want to kill the terrorists in the smoke just now, but that after the smoke caused chaos on the terrorist side, it also blocked Ron's shooting sight.

Of course, these terrorists were not fools. Except for the two unlucky guys who were shot and shot by Ron and Hobbs based on their memory at the beginning, they all cleverly rolled behind the nearest cover at the first time.

As the smoke cleared, the terrorists nervously pointed their guns outside and scanned around, but saw nothing except a few cars in the empty garage.

What the hell!
Ron glanced at the terrorist's position through the rearview mirror of the car next to him, suddenly rushed up, flashed out from behind the pillar, and quickly pulled out the M500 revolver from the holster just like in a western movie.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The heads of the five terrorists locked by Ron were like fireworks, and they were smashed into plasma by powerful bullets.

"there!"

Of course, the terrorists were not to be outdone, and immediately picked up their guns and swept at Ron. Ron quickly flashed back behind the pillar, and the bullets left a row of bullet holes on the pillar.

FXXK!It's an assault rifle!

Ron threw out the magazine, dumped five empty shell casings, and reloaded five bullets, while the well-trained terrorists, under the command of the leader, outflanked from both sides.

If it was an ordinary person, this situation would definitely lead to death, but how could Ron be comparable to ordinary people?
Ron looked at his watch and silently counted the distance to the terrorists outside: "Five, four, three, two, one..."

"BOOM!"

Ron lightly pressed his finger on the controller, and it was detonated by an inconspicuous square box stuck on the wall when Ron had just shifted into the back of the pillar. The huge fire light carried about 700 steel balls, and instantly extinguished the moving terror. Molecular squad devours.

The flames dissipated, leaving only a pile of rotten meat whose shape could not be discerned.

These are all his most elite subordinates!The terrorist leader's eyes were tearing apart, and he shouted at the outflanking team on the other side: "Stop advancing! This bastard has a broadsword mine!"

But he yelled a bit late, and Ron didn't give him any chance. At this time, the terrorist team just walked to the place where Ron had planted the mine in advance, and he pressed his finger again.

"BOOM!" There was another loud bang, and the two terrorist teams were completely wiped out.

In addition to the two unlucky ones who were killed at the beginning, there were only three guards around the leader, just enough for five bullets in Ron's magazine, and one left.

Ron flashed from behind the pillar again.

"Bang bang!" With two shots, the two subordinates who were looking around nervously fell down, becoming two headless corpses.

Ron's marksmanship was as sharp as ever.

"We surrender! Let us go, I can give you a lot of money!" The terrorist leader was frightened by Ron's marksmanship, and shouted after hiding behind the car.

"A lot of money? How much is that?" Ron expressed interest.

"I can give you as much as you want! For example, how about 1000 million? I mean 1000 million dollars." Seeing that there seemed to be a door, the leader continued to seduce with money.

To show his sincerity, he threw the pistol from the back of the car, but quietly hooked the assault rifle of one of the dead men with his foot, winked at the only remaining man, pulled out the safety on the grenade, and waited for Ron Get closer and catch him off guard.

"Sounds like a lot, how are you going to pay? By card or cash?" Ron's voice seemed to be frozen in place.

The terrorist leader estimated the distance and threw the grenade at Ron's position: "I'll give it to you now, go to your God and get it!"

"boom!"

The terrorist leader and his subordinates flashed out from behind the car at the same time, and two assault rifles fired wildly at Ron's position, "Da da da..."

"Wait!" The smoke cleared, the leader did not see Ron's hideous corpse as he wished, only a broken stereo remained in place, if there were CIA agents in the morning, they would definitely recognize this and Ron teasing them The speakers are the same.

God knows how many speakers of the same style Ron bought to put in the storage space.

"Where have people gone?"

"Bang!" As soon as the leader finished speaking, the head of the subordinate next to him exploded, and a metal pipe that was still warm was pressed against his head: "I asked God, and he said that your check is with him." Unable to cash, why don't you go and talk to him in person to see if there is something wrong with your check?"

Behind the barrel of the gun was Ron's extremely friendly smiling face, but at the moment, in his opinion, it was more terrifying than the evil spirits in hell.

"Don't shoot, I'll give you whatever you want! This time I'll give it for real! Please, don't shoot!" Ron held the barrel of the gun to his head, and the leader of the terrorists immediately posed without any willpower. The most correct surrender posture.

"Cut, it's really boring. I thought you guys could play with me for a while, and resist if you're not good enough, such as knocking me out with a gun, and then have a pleasant hand-to-hand fight. Have you ever seen a movie? Action movies are all Act like this!"

It's over so soon?Ron hit the leader's head with a gun in boredom.

"Stop!" From the basement, a very well-dressed woman in a suit suddenly came out of nowhere and pointed a gun at the leader controlled by Ron: "From now on, he is a prisoner of our CIA, please hand him over to him." Me, thank you."

Where is the CIA picking peaches with me?Ron sneered in disdain, but hooked his fingers lightly.

"boom!"

Before the leader could react, his head with a shocked expression was smashed into blood by the powerful bullets of the M500 revolver. Ron was not afraid of a woman's pistol at all, and smiled apologetically.

"Sorry, my hand slipped."

(End of this chapter)