The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 493 Ron, do you like grandma too?
The Terminator's body melted and squeezed out of the hole in the car window like toothpaste. Before he could stand still, the old lady was shot in the head.

"Tug..." The shotgun fired bullets quickly like an automatic rifle, knocking the Terminator backwards non-stop. Ron parked the car and opened the trunk. Inside were two electromagnetic harpoon launchers that Ron had used last time. of.

"Zizi..." The electric harpoon pierced the Terminator's abdomen and emitted an electric current, but something surprised Ron. Smile: "I think it would be better if you increase the battery power."

While speaking, the Terminator's hands had turned into two sharp blades, slashing towards Ron's abdomen. Ron quickly rolled back, avoiding the first blow but not the second.

With a "chick", the clothes on Ron's waist were cut open by a sharp knife, revealing the wounds that had just been cut open.

"Careless, I didn't get out of the way."

Taking advantage of the timing of Gretha's shooting, Ron finally escaped temporarily from the Terminator's attack: "What's the matter? Are high-frequency electromagnetic waves useless to it?"

"He has a self-learning function, he will remember how to deal damage to him every time, and then improve the nanobots in his body to adapt to the same type of attack!"

Gretha said while shooting, as soon as she emptied the magazine, the old lady immediately filled it up. The two shot in turn like a relay, relying on the inertia of the bullet itself to push the Terminator down bit by bit. road bridge.

But even so, the Terminator inevitably found the opportunity for the two of them to draw several wounds on their bodies.

However, although the number of wounds was more than Ron's, the depth was not as deep as Ron's, so it didn't affect them too much.

The abdominal wound made Ron break out in a cold sweat. The wound was a bit deep, but fortunately, no internal organs were injured. Ron was still able to persist, gritting his teeth and pulling out the bazooka of the cloud bomb from the space.

At this moment, I don't care about hiding my little secret anymore, help is the most important thing!

Unscrew the cover, aim the bazooka below, and the Terminator below has begun to condense again: "Go to hell!"

"boom!"

The huge shock wave from the individual cloud bomb exploded and turned Ron over, just touching the wound, and he grinned again in pain.

"Great! Now we have at least 10 minutes to escape!" Gretha pulled Dani and ran over excitedly, seeing Ron's blood-stained clothes, she asked worriedly: "Are you okay? tutor?"

"Fortunately, we won't die for a while, but we have to find a safer place quickly, and you can drive." Ron threw the key to Greta, and glanced at the old lady next to him: "Although not I know who you are, but it seems that you should help us, do you want to be together?"

"Yes, but I want to drive." The woman looked at Ron's face and agreed with a nostalgic expression.

"No problem, Greta, give her the key, Pasadena knows the way, right?" Ron closed his eyes in the back seat after the old lady nodded.

The wound is a bit deep, he needs to rest for a while...

"Hi Ron, welcome back."

Raj and Howard were still here when Ron returned to the apartment with an old man, two young women and three women.

"The beauty met again, can you tell me her name this time..."

"No time!" Before Raj finished speaking, Gretha helped Ron into Leonard's bedroom, followed by the two women behind him, and then, there was a moan mixed with pain and comfort in the room Voice.

"Ah~"

The two otaku boys lying at the door eavesdropping were shocked, and some bad pictures appeared in the minds of the two unhealthy scientists.

Ron finished moaning, and then Gray fell again as if holding back some muffled moans, and finally, there was even a slightly old female voice, moaning in pain.

"Howard, what do you think they are doing in the house?" Raj asked in a low voice.

They were lying on the door facing each other, and when Raj spoke, the hot air from his mouth hit Howard's ears directly, making his ears itchy.

"Raj, can you stop talking in my ear? It's too uncomfortable." Howard complained in a low voice: "I guess they must be doing that kind of thing inside, hehe."

"But, there's an old lady inside! How could Ron do anything?!" Raj widened his eyes in shock.

"So what? What if Ron gets tired of playing with normal tastes?" Howard guessed: "Maybe he just read the e-magazine I subscribed to Sheldon, Granny vs. Granny, and then wants to try it? How else do you explain this 'huh' sound inside?"

"That's right. Although the old lady is very old, she can tell that she must have been a beauty when she was young, but I still can't believe that Ron would do such a thing."

As soon as Raj finished speaking, as if to prove Howard's words, the old lady scolded from the bedroom.

"It hurts! Take it easy! I'm getting old, but I can't stand a young man like you!"

"Ah, I'm sorry, let me take it easy, how do you feel now?"

"much better."

Howard and Raj opened their mouths wide in shock. Originally, they were just a little skeptical, and there were more teasing parts than what they believed. These few words of conversation suddenly confirmed their obscene conjectures.

If Ron knew what was going on in the minds of these two guys, he would want to stuff their heads in the toilet and wash their dirty thoughts.

Thinking about something all day long?

In fact, Ron and Gretha were just treating their wounds in the house.

Because Leonard often lives in Ron and Penny's apartment recently, he took a lot of things from there. In order not to make the apartment too crowded, Ron put his medical kit and other insignificant things in Lai. Nader's bedroom.

The voice of the old lady just now was Ron giving her medicine.

"Okay, there's no problem, this kind of wound can fully recover in just one month," Ron bandaged the old lady's wound: "It's been so long, I haven't asked, who are you? Why are you there? You seem to know that we will definitely appear there."

"It's because of this message." The old lady took out her phone from the tinfoil bag of potato chips: "Over the years, people have been sending me messages, telling me about robot killers from the future, and you are just one of them. As for me The name is not worth mentioning, Sarah Connor, a poor woman who lost her son."

"What? Your name is Sarah Connor?!" Ron sat up from the bed in shock, and now he finally understood why the old lady always gave him a familiar feeling.

(End of this chapter)