The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 501 The Worst Robber in History

"Throw the money in that pickup truck in the back! Come on!"

The robber in front of the car yelled loudly with a bullet on his head. In the car, Dave huddled under the chair, holding a shotgun and looking at Ron nervously.

Ron hadn't figured it out until now, how did he squeeze himself so big into such a small space?Could it be space magic?
Finally, Ron moved when the robber yelled for the second time. He walked to the rear of the car and threw a bag of money into the cargo compartment of the pickup truck. The robber nodded in satisfaction, and the order seemed to be completed.

But unfortunately, things backfired. Just as the robbers were planning to find some ridiculous reason to appreciate the desperate expressions on the faces of these escorts before killing them, something happened suddenly.

A bag of money was "accidentally" thrown on the ground by Ron, and it was a coincidence that this location happened to be next to the door of the pickup truck. The robbers in the car could touch it as long as they opened the door and stretched out their hands a little.

"Damn, this guy must be tricking us! He threw the bag on the ground." The robber picked up the walkie-talkie cursingly: "Listen, boy! I let you throw the money into the cargo compartment, and if you play smart again, I will call you." Rotten this old guy's face!"

"Do what they say, Morgan! These people mean it." Dave also persuaded.

"Sorry, buddy, I really just slipped my hand. Can you please come down and pick it up yourself? It's not far away anyway." Ron smiled apologetically.

"FXXK." The robber cursed secretly, opened the car door and got out of the car. He observed Ron's movements first, and saw that he was still throwing the money into the car with his head down. Throw it back in the car.

But when he picked up the money and just looked up, Ron didn't know when a revolver was added to his hand, and under the cover of the money bag, he had already aimed the gun at him.

"Small..." The word "careful" just started, and Ron had already pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" The bullet was right between the eyebrows, and the first robber fell down.

Hearing the gunshot, Dave shrank his neck nervously. He was almost scared to pee, but Ron was still in the mood to turn around, so he didn't have to worry too much.

"Be careful, look ahead!" Dave yelled anxiously, because he saw that the kidnappers in the pickup truck in front had gotten out of the vehicle with weapons, and were about to teach Ron to avenge their companions.

"You talk about these rubbish..." Ron turned his head, the two robbers had just got out of the car, and before they could stand still, they were already nervously pulling the trigger as Ron took over.

Anyone who has shot a gun knows that the recoil of the gun is very large. Even when the gun is held in the correct posture, you need to aim well, otherwise you will miss the target at all, let alone shoot like them indiscriminately. .

Apart from wasting bullets like Uncle Hei, it is useless.

"Bang bang~" Ron rewarded each of them with a bullet, and two more bodies fell to the ground, but it was not over yet.

"Tudoo..." The four robbers who got off the pickup truck in front of the armored vehicle began to shoot wildly at the armored vehicle, but the bullets hit the bulletproof steel plate of the armored vehicle, causing some noise. There is no other use for it.

Ron even had time to open the magazine in his spare time, casually picked out two empty cartridge cases, and replaced them with new bullets.

"Is there something wrong with your gun? I told you not to use this old antique, come on, use mine!" Dave threw the pistol to Ron for his own life, but Ron didn't have any intention of taking it. , letting the Glock drop to the ground.

"No, thanks, I still prefer to use this."

Ron flicked the gun, and when the magazine was thrown back into the gun body with a "ding" again, Ron suddenly flashed out from behind the car like an athlete who heard the starting gun.

Using the box as a cover, two robbers armed with rifles and one with a microcharger were constantly outputting firepower at the car body. Ron saw them, and of course they also saw Ron.

At this moment, time seemed to press the pause button, and everything seemed to slow down in Ron's eyes. In his dream, Ron could even see the muscles on the robber's face wrinkled with panic.

"boom!"

After a gunshot, a blood hole appeared on the three heads at the same time. It turned out that Ron fired too fast, which caused three gunshots, which sounded like one.

Where have these bumpkin robbers seen such weird marksmanship?The only remaining robber who was alive almost thought he had seen a ghost, yelled, left his companions and ran towards the nearby warehouse.

"Dave, go and see the bullet, I'll go and get rid of the lost kitten~" Ron pointed to the bullet that was still lying on the ground, and chased it into the warehouse.

Behind him, Dave looked at his back like a madman: "This damn madman!"

Just now, Ron noticed a very interesting thing. When he took the lead and started firing at the robbers, the robbers' immediate reaction was to fire at Ron behind the armored vehicle.

You know, the bullets were still in their hands just now. According to the normal process, when the hostage target resists, they should kill the meat ticket immediately, but they did not do so.

The robber ran all the way in a panic and shot at Ron, waiting for a piece of garbage that couldn't hit anyone standing up. It would be hell to expect to be able to hit someone under this kind of violent running.

Facing the oncoming bullets, Ron didn't even have the thought of dodging for a while, so he chased after them leisurely.

"boom!"

"what!"

Ron hit the robber's calf with one shot, and the robber screamed and fell to the ground, but immediately got up in panic and continued to run for his life. Ron immediately added a shot to his other leg, and the robber Once again fell to the ground.

Now that both of his legs are injured, he has no way to continue to escape, so he can only raise his pistol at Ron in vain, intending to make a final resistance.

But this decision was obviously no better than their decision to go out to rob today. Before he pulled the trigger, Ron raised his hand and shot a hole in his wrist, and the pistol naturally fell to the ground along with his weak arm.

"You...you don't come here, don't come here!" The robber yelled in horror as he clawed his way back with his only remaining good left hand. Well, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"Listen, scum," Ron opened the magazine, and ejected the six empty shells inside, but only stuffed one bullet into the gun, and then turned the magazine:
"Let's play an interesting game now. You can answer whatever I ask. I will ask you three questions. Every time you answer, if you answer correctly, you will be shot in the head. If you are not correct, you will be shot in the head. Or if you don’t know, I’ll shoot three times in a row, and if I haven’t shot you in the end, I’ll let you go and call an ambulance for you, how about it? Are you a little impatient?”

The robber glanced at the black muzzle of the pistol and nodded with difficulty.

Is there any point in shaking your head at this time?He had no doubts, he shook his head on one side, and Ron fired six shots on the other side, leaving him no chance at all. Just take a gamble, what if it happens?
"OK, first question, who is your head?"

"Johnny, that's the one with the shotgun. You've already killed him." The robber replied almost as fast as he could answer.

"Look, it's not difficult, is it?" Ron put his pistol on the robber's head and pulled it down.

"Click~" The first shot was missed, and before the robbers had time to recover from the joy of the rest of their lives after the festival, Ron immediately asked the second question.

"Congratulations on surviving, the second question, where did you know the time route of the armored vehicle," the first question, after a brief warm-up, Ron directly tried to see: "Or another way of asking, we Who is the ghost in the movie?"

The robber's expression suddenly became tense: "I don't know! It's Johnny who has been in touch with him all the time, and I haven't even met him! What I said is true, please don't kill me!"

"This answer doesn't satisfy me, but since you just played this game, I can give you another chance to reorganize the language. Do you want to change the answer?"

Ron looked at the robber with dangerous eyes, and the robber's nervous hands were covered with cold sweat.

"I really don't know. I just heard Joni call him an old guy. Johnny has been in contact with him all the time. Except for Johnny, no one knows who gave the news. I'm telling the truth. "

"Well, it seems that you don't want this opportunity." Ron stood up and shot the robber three times in the head.

"Kakaka~"

I have to say that the robber was really lucky, failing to fire a bullet in four consecutive shots, but his pants were not so lucky.

Although the bullet was not fired, the robber's desire to urinate was aroused. The robber's crotch was wet, and Ron covered his nose with a foul smell.

"Please let me go, as long as you let me go, I can do anything, I really don't know what the message is..." the robber begged incoherently.

Maybe his tears touched Ron, and Ron turned to put on a kind face: "Well, if that's the case, then I won't make things difficult for you, and I'll ask you one last question, as long as you answer me correctly How about letting you go?"

"Okay! Great!" The robber nodded frantically in agreement, for fear that Ron would change his mind if he agreed later.

"OK, this is a very simple question." Ron glanced at the robber's complexion and smiled gently. If Hobbs and the like are more familiar, his people must have walked as far as possible if they were beside him. , every time Ron laughed like this, he was brewing some bad idea.

"If there is such a watermelon, if you cut it twice, how can you share it with five friends?"

The robber was dumbfounded. Ron's question was obviously beyond the scope of the question. A watermelon costs two knives, and can be cut into four pieces at most, and distributed to five people. No matter what, one person will not be able to eat the watermelon.

He began to think about the way to cut the watermelon in his mind, but no matter what, he couldn't get the fifth piece of watermelon, and Ron's mouth curled into a smirk, and he began the final countdown for her answer:
"5, 4, 3, 2, 1... Bang!"

The bullet opened the robber's head, and the red-white liquid was scattered radially behind the wall.

"Morgan..." Behind Ron, Bullet murmured his alias.

Ron turned his head and smiled embarrassedly: "Sorry, let you see such a disgraceful side, you won't report me, will you?"

"No, absolutely not... After all, you just saved me," Bullet struggled a little, and immediately replied firmly: "I'm very sure, I saw him shoot at you, and you had no choice but to do so. shot him dead."

"That's right, it was a close call just now, thank you so much, Bullet, I think we will be friends forever."

As soon as the words fell, the siren sounded outside. When Ron was chasing the robbers, Dave had already called the police. Ron pretended to hug the bullet and walked out.

Originally, his last question just now was not such a nonsensical question, but he planned to ask, what is the contact method between the robber and the ghost?
But the moment he was about to speak, Ron keenly noticed through the broken glass on the ground that there was a vague figure behind him, facing his back.

So he swallowed the words that just came to his lips, and turned into a question and answer like a perverted murderer molested to death.

It has to be said that, whether it's his actions, demeanor or facial expressions, Ron has the temperament of a perverted murderer very well.

"Arthur, I think we can call it a day. I found that the security captain of Fortis Security has a problem with the bullet. Yes, that's right, it's Hank's former colleague."

After finishing the transcript under a false identity at the police station, Ron called Arthur directly.Ron can now be 100% sure that there is definitely something wrong with this bullet, and the next step is how to make him show his feet.

"I knew that there is absolutely no good person who has anything to do with Hank, such as his brother-in-law. What should we do next? BOSS? Arrest him directly?" Arthur complained, but also did not forget to retaliate.

But his words can't be wrong. Mr. White, Hank's brother-in-law, was indeed selling drugs before. It's ironic to think about it. There is actually someone among the relatives of the anti-drug police who sells drugs.

"No, that's too rough. Recently, people have been complaining about the rough law enforcement of our IRS. This time, we might as well try a new trick." Ron thought for a while: "I believe they will do it again, and maybe they will want to use it again." I will be drawn into their gang, and then we will find a chance to catch him and get all the stolen goods."

Ron killing people in front of the bullets is equivalent to giving him a good handle. Coupled with Ron's skill, if he expresses his desire for money at the right time, maybe the other party will throw an olive branch.

Even if Ron's vision deviates, it can be prepared for the next time they act.

Ron felt that this robbery was more of a temptation, and it wouldn't be long before their next move.

"It's all up to you, Boss, I just hope this can end soon."

(End of this chapter)