The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 457 Charlie's Angels
Gatling "da da da" with blue fire fired a barrage of bullets that tore the rear window of the car in front and left a trail of bullet marks in the rear of the car.

It didn't even break through!

"Does the whole car use bulletproof materials? Your organization is really extravagant~" Ron couldn't help but sigh.

The 5.56mm machine gun bullet seems to be much smaller than the 12.7 caliber, but in fact, it is still a high-penetrating bullet. A machine gun of this caliber, let alone a small one that can easily blow up a rifle. Cars, even lightly armored vehicles, are seriously threatened.

"Slow on! I'll show him something!" Sabina, who was sitting next to Ron, was certainly not a fuel-efficient lamp, and immediately leaned out half of her body from the sunroof, aiming her pistol at the SUV in front of her.

Accompanied by the "bang bang" gunshot, Sabina emptied a magazine in an instant and fired a series of sparks at the rear of the SUV, but none of the bullets caused substantial damage to the car.

The tattooed man in the SUV in front saw Sabina's movement in the rearview mirror, sneered disdainfully, stepped on the gas pedal to the bottom, and hit the butt of the fleeing car in front with a "boom", directly hitting that car into the river.

"Jane! Bosley!!" Sabina yelled at the river, and the car that had just knocked them into the river didn't even stop after doing all this, and flicked its tail on the side of the road. walk away.

Anyway, it wasn't Ron's own men who fell into the river, and Ron didn't feel sorry for it. He parked the car quietly and took out two blankets from the back of the car. Don't ask Ron why there are blankets in the car at all times. use~
In 2 minutes, three wet figures appeared in the water, and the clothes wet by the river were clinging to their bright bodies, fully revealing the graceful figures of the three women, and Ron feasted his eyes.

"Be careful not to catch a cold," Ron handed over the blanket, and the African-American waiter, or the angel called Jane, took a step back vigilantly, his muscles crumpled, like a fried... black-bone chicken.

However, Ron's reaction speed is beyond the reach of an ordinary female agent. As soon as Jian's foot moved over there, Ron immediately followed, and he couldn't help breaking up. He wrapped the blanket around her and Elena, and then Throwing another blanket to a distraught Sabina.

But the French black chicken didn't appreciate it, and quickly pointed his gun at Ron: "Who are you?"

"Stop! Jane, he is Ron, the person who worked with Senior Alex, and I was just sent by him." Sabina pressed Jane's gun: "Sorry, she was hit too hard, Bosley just died and we..."

"At least, you didn't fail the mission, didn't you?" Ron looked at Elena who was standing behind the two tremblingly: "If you don't want to be surrounded by people like monkeys, get in the car now, let's go talk elsewhere? , Inform your superiors, I want to know something, I don’t think you can answer my question with your level.”

There is a strict hierarchy within Charlie Detective Agency. Angels are only responsible for the execution of missions. In order to prevent leaks and protect Angels, they only have a general understanding of the purpose of missions. More specific information is in charge of information support. Bosley hands.

Following Sabina's instructions, Ron drove the car to the outskirts of Hamburg.

"Do you want something to eat?" Ron set up a stove next to the car in a very unqualified manner, broke some branches from a tree and stuffed it into it to light it, and then put the skewered barbecue grill in the trunk of the car on it. .

Yes, originally he planned to have a chat with Elena and then go out to have a barbecue to relax.

"Would you like some?" Ron handed Sabina a skewer.

"What is this?" Sabina looked at the black and white meat skewers in her hand, a little bit at a loss.

"The roasted lamb's eye is crunchy and delicious."

"Ugh~ It's disgusting!" Sabina quickly vomited the meat she just ate into her mouth, and threw the skewers on the ground: "How could anyone eat this!"

"I really don't know food, but eyes are one of the most essential parts of an animal." Ron glanced at the meat skewers on the ground, turned his head and asked, "Vomit girl, are you hungry after vomiting? Come a little?"

Elena, the target of Ron's trip, waved his hand with difficulty, then suppressed the churning in his stomach, bowed his head and "vomited" and vomited again.

Sabina looked at Ron with disgust: I just said that no one would eat this thing, right?
Ron stared back unhappily: "What are you looking at, she vomited when she saw the dead, okay? What's the matter with my barbecue?"

Just as he was speaking, a silver sports car drove up on the suburban road, the door opened, and a graceful woman stepped out.

Unfortunately, the place where the woman got off the car happened to be downwind, and the smoke from the barbecue was blown by a small wind, just blowing onto the woman's face, her brows were wrinkled: "Charlie gives you strength, angels, who is she?" ? And him?"

"As I expected, she should be the target of your mission. Although I don't know what your mission is, it just so happens that my mission is also related to her. Ron Lee Cooper, captain of the IRS Los Angeles Special Operations Team , and at the same time, one of the collaborators of your former agent Alex team."

Under Sabina's dissatisfied gaze, Ron wiped his oily hand on her clothes, and stretched out his hand to the new woman: "Hello, Bosley."

"What's your name? Her surname is Bosley too?" Elena the vomiting woman got up in surprise.

"No, Bosley is just a title of their organization, which is equivalent to a military rank, and the status is about the same as that of a lieutenant, right? Ms. Bosley."

The woman pushed her glasses, and the lens reflected a bright light: "You seem to know our organization very well, why don't we go to the safe house and talk?"

"Of course." Ron readily agreed, even if the woman didn't invite, he would offer it.

After finishing Ron, the woman looked at the African-American female agent who had been standing alone all the time. Since she got into Ron's car, her spirit had been very out of order: "I'm sorry about Edgar."

"Edgar?" Jane wondered about the name the woman had just given.

"This is the real name of your Bosley." Then, the woman opened her arms to Jane: "Jane, I'm sorry, I know he is very important to you."

Jane took a step back: "I don't need a hug."

"It's okay, I need it." Ron stepped forward, blocked Jane behind, and greeted her with open arms: "I'm sorry, I was deeply touched when I heard about the sacrifice of your agents, and I remembered many people who had worked together before. Comrades, we are all sad at this moment~"

Sabina's flat figure is nothing to look at, and Ron is mostly indifferent to black people. As for the mission target Elena, who has short legs, Ron has no interest until the arrival of the new Bosley. .

This is Charlie's Angels~
(End of this chapter)