The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 484 The FBI's Wastes
The car behind the convoy had just slowed down, and the car behind them, which was normal at first, also slowed down suddenly. A figure of a man leaned out of the car window, and pointed a bazooka at them with a grinning grin.

The commander suddenly lost his soul, and quickly stretched out the gun to prepare to fight back, but after all, he was still a step too late, and Ron had already pulled the trigger.

"Whoosh~" The Stinger missile shot towards the front car with a long tail flame. Although the driver changed direction immediately with his rich experience, he was still hit by the Stinger missile because of the limited maneuvering distance.

"boom!"

The car was blasted into the sky, Ron threw away the empty tube after launching, and Wu Ruosi patted the roof of the car: "Fixed one, speed up! Speed ​​up! There is another one ahead!"

The car accelerated and quickly passed by the car that had just been blown up. Ron was afraid that the people inside would not die, so he didn't forget to throw a grenade into the car window.

"Da da da..." Just after doing all this, there were already three people in the front car who had already reacted, and they leaned out from the left and right windows and the roof of the car to shoot at them.

Ron quickly withdrew his body, the bullet hit the car, and it had no other effect except for the sound of ding ding dong dong on the car.

"The bulletproof car is not bad, where did you buy it?"

"It comes from the army, and it can withstand all rifle and machine gun bullets with a caliber below 7.62." Hobbs said while stepping on the accelerator to the bottom.

Like a sharp arrow leaving the string, the car rushed forward and slammed into the rear of the car in front. The huge inertia caused the car in front to fall heavily, almost throwing the person who leaned out of the window out.

Everyone almost fell out of the car, let alone took aim. Ron took this opportunity to lean out again, this time holding his handiest revolver in his hand.

While leaning out, he instantly locked the heads of the three people whose bodies were exposed outside.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment here with Ron. Ron pointed the muzzle at the target one by one, pulled the trigger, and then replaced the next one, repeating this four times, as if doing homework in elementary school.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three people, each with a blood hole in the middle of the forehead, fell out of the car window, and at most one bullet directly hit the left rear tire of the car, blowing it up.

The out-of-control car crashed directly into a tree on the side of the road and stopped. Ron and Hobbs got out of the car and outflanked the car with pistols in their hands, left and right.

There were five people in the car, three of whom were killed by Ron just now, leaving only the driver and Banning knocked on the air cushion and passed out. Ron casually shot the driver in the head, and then tapped Banning's head with the gun:
"You don't need to pretend anymore, Mr. Banning, and I would like to say something else. If you plan to take the gun, I suggest you think it through yourself. Now there are two people pointing guns at you. If you think you can do it in a second Two veterans of many battles, you can try, but I am not responsible for our guns going off."

"How did you find out?" Unable to pretend, Banning simply stopped pretending, raised his head, and immediately recognized Ron: "You are the guest that the president met before the accident!"

"Yes, it's me."

"Are you here to arrest me?" Banning said with grief and indignation on his face, "You also think I planned the action?"

"No, on the contrary, we believe you," Ron twirled the pistol on his finger, put it back into the holster, and casually took out the driver's pistol and handed it to him: "We believe you were wronged, but the evidence can only Find it yourself, good luck."

"Are you willing to believe me?" Banning couldn't believe it.

"Of course, but out of standpoint, there's nothing I can do to help you now. Besides, if you don't run quickly, the FBI trash will come after you soon. They should have called for backup."

Banning took the gun and took a deep look at Ron and Hobbs. After a long time, he took the gun and turned to leave: "Thank you."

The FBI Washington Command Center is holding a temporary emergency meeting at this time.

Helen rushed into the meeting room. The big screen in the meeting room was showing the scene survey. As soon as she came in, she immediately asked, "What's going on?"

"Banning ran away," one of his subordinates pointed to the screen and analyzed, "I think this must be an organized operation. He was picked up by his accomplices..."

"Clap clap clap..."

Before the subordinate finished speaking, the door of the conference room was opened again, and his speech was interrupted by a burst of applause. He was about to explode, but found that one of the two people who came in was Hobbs, a legendary FBI agent, who was better than everyone present. The levels are high.

"Hello sir!"

One of his men stood at attention, but Hobbs didn't buy it.

"Ron is right, you are really a bunch of trash, you, yes, it is you," Hobbs pointed at the person he had just interrupted: "Why do you think Banning was rescued?"

Ron drank milk tea with a straw behind Hobbs, as if he was an outsider.

"Because all our people died at the scene, and Banning disappeared, so..."

"Fart!" Hobbs interrupted his speech again before he finished speaking: "We sent a total of three cars to escort, but the total number of cars destroyed on the scene was five, and the other two cars None of the armed personnel are ours, how do you explain that?"

The subordinate stammered and explained: "That's... that's because the people who came to rescue Banning died in an exchange of fire with our people, and the companions didn't have time to take their bodies away."

"Tsk tsk, Banning's accomplice?" Ron shook his head: "Hobbs, I don't think you need to tell these idiots, they are hopeless."

"Why do you say that about my subordinates, and you, Detective Hobbs, although your rank is higher than ours, I am now in charge of this case. Now, please give me an explanation, otherwise, I will Let someone invite you out."

After being provoked by Hobbs and Ron one after another, Helen finally couldn't bear it anymore and retaliated back, not to be outdone.

"Explain? Do you still need to explain? Haha..." Ron smiled and pointed at the subordinate who was scolded just now: "Let me ask you, what is the caliber of the gunshot wound on your FBI agent? What is the gunshot wound on Banning's accomplice?" Quality?"

"The wounds on our people were all caused by 5.56 rifle bullets. Except for the car that was killed by rockets, the guns on Banning's accomplices were all caused by .45 pistol bullets."

"That's right, when did you FBI agents start to be equipped with .45 caliber pistols? Don't you always use 9mm Glock 17s? You can't find such obvious clues. What are you doing?"

Ron turned his head and looked outside the door: "Mr. Congressman, I strongly suggest that Hobbs and I jointly investigate this case."

Everyone followed Ron's gaze and looked out the door together.

(End of this chapter)