The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 147 Encountering an old friend on the paintball field

"This tactic is disgusting," Ron frowned. "And what about us eating? Who of you wants to eat while smelling the toilet?"

Everyone shook their heads together.

The rule of the game is that all teams are thrown into the super-large competition area together, and each team carries a flag. If the flag is taken away, or all members are wiped out, they will lose the qualification for the game, and the team that grabs the most flags wins.

"How about this, we are divided into two teams, Sheldon Leonard, Rajesh, Howard and you four form a flag guard team. After a while, you can just find a piece of rags as a flag, and then find a place to hide and live as much as possible. a little time."

Without waiting for Sheldon's objection, Ron directly took over the command: "Collins and Penny, you and I will form a commando team, and we will grab other people's flags."

"Hey, this is too unfair! Why are they commandos?" Howard objected: "I suggest that the offense be left to men, such as natural fighters like me."

Howard showed off his barren biceps, and Penny covered her face tactically.

Howard's thigh muscles are not as thick as her arms.

"Don't make trouble," Ron patted Howard like a big brother: "Believe it or not, one Penny can beat the four of you, well, that's the tactic, let's go!"

Ron clapped his hands, and led the two beauties into the woods, leaving only the quartet of scientists in full gear staring blankly.

"I said, should we find a place to hide first?"

Sheldon nodded and agreed: "That's a good idea!"

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"Have you two touched a gun before?" Ron asked lightly, stepping on the fallen leaves on the ground. It was already autumn, and although the temperature was still pleasant, the leaves on the trees had begun to fall.

"When I was in my hometown, I often played with guns. They were real guys, not such sissy toys." Petunia weighed the weapon in her hand and said dissatisfied.

Collins: "Lee Anne put me through IPSC and I thought I could help a little bit."

IPSC, that is, practical shooting sports, although it has a practical name, in the eyes of experienced professionals like Ron, it is no different.

The original origin of this sport may have the meaning of exercising actual combat, but with the development, it is getting closer to sports competition, modified ultra-light triggers, lightweight ammunition and increased counterweights for stability.

Imagine what it would be like to holster such a gun?I'm afraid that after just a few steps, some important body parts will be destroyed by fire.

Using the experience of this thing to go to the battlefield is purely suicidal, but it is okay to play paintball games. In order to bring enough game experience to the two of them, Ron simply played support.

Every time he found an enemy, he deliberately shot a few shots to attract the enemy's firepower, and then made all the bullets miss through coquettish moves, while Collins and Penny went around and gave them a fatal blow.

Ron just needs to protect their backs and sides from time to time, and help fill up the gun.

It was mostly amateurs who came to the race, and it worked so well that four flags were harvested in no time, sweeping north from the southwest corner of the field.

In the other direction, there was also an excellent hunter advancing towards Ron at a fast pace. Everywhere he passed, there were poor little people who were hit and were out of the game.

This is a two-person combat team, one man and one woman. Almost all opponents are defeated by men alone, and women have little sense of participation in the game.

"Don't move!" Ron felt the unusual silence ahead, and immediately stopped the two of them with gestures.

And as soon as he made the sound, a string of paintballs shot towards his position, with tricky angles and professional precision. Ron rolled and dodged on the spot, and pushed Collins down behind the bunker by the way.

"This seems to be a master, you take a break, I'll go play with her." Ron said softly on top of Collins, and the hot air in his mouth blew into Collins' ears a few times.

Collins blushed: "Got it."

Like a woman sending her husband to battle.

This atmosphere~ what are you doing!Isn't it just a paintball game?
Ron quickly got up from Collins, and shot a long burst towards the position where the paintball was just shot. After the shot, without waiting for any response from there, he jumped behind the big tree like a vigorous bobcat.

Just as Petunia was puzzled by Ron's actions, a string of bullets returned from another position to the point where Ron shot just now.

It turned out that Ron was actually luring the enemy just now!Petunia was greatly admired, she really deserved to be a professional agent.

If Ron could hear Petunia's heartfelt words, he would definitely laugh at her. Is this considered professional?It seems that you really don't know anything about Zhuolai.

Do you really think Ron's blow just now was just to lure the enemy?

Of course not, judging by the different positions of the two firing points, if the two points are connected together from the aerial perspective, the straight line obtained is the direction of motion of the shooter.

And according to the field map that Ron had memorized in his mind before entering the arena, there were three gaps in this straight line where he could continue firing at this position!

In the end, the distance difference between the two firing points plus the time proved that this person was running at a high speed, shooting while running, so his next landing point should be...

Ron suddenly flashed out from behind the tree, and almost instantly made the movement of aiming his gun, and the muzzle pointed at a gap in the bunker that extended straight.

It was empty at the moment, but Ron had pulled the trigger.

"Bang bang bang."

A short burst, three paintballs sprayed out from the muzzle, and just as the paintballs were about to fall through the air, a figure suddenly jumped out from behind the cover, almost hitting the bullets specifically, and was completely covered in paint.

Then he froze in place with a face full of astonishment.

"YES!" Penny and Collins jumped up and cheered, and after seeing the real face of the shooter, the person who was shot turned into an embarrassed but polite smile.

"Instructor Ron? Why are you here?"

"My God! I thought it was some idle soldier who had nothing to do and came here to have fun. It turned out to be you, Tucker." Ron walked over reluctantly.

Has Hobbes's mouth been opened?As I said just now, people appeared in front of him.

"After so many years, your way of running is still as straightforward and uncreative as ever. If you were on the battlefield, you would have died [-] times."

Ron assumed the posture of an instructor. Although he lowered his gun, he did not completely relax his vigilance. His finger rested on the trigger, and he could change it to shoot at any time, in case any little bastard who didn't speak martial arts came out to attack.

"Where's FDR? Why isn't it with you?"

(End of this chapter)