The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 521 Camouflage Battle

"Cannons? Where did we get the cannons? If there were cannons, our rebels would have already reached the capital. Would we still be entangled with that big bastard Garza here?"

While the guide was still talking, and Arthur and Chris were still looking confused, Ron and Carl Jr.'s eyes coincidently fixed on the gasoline barrels they were hiding in the warehouse.

During this period of time, for some reason, little Karl became obsessed with China's anti-war dramas, the kind that tear devils with hands, but the dramas belong to the dramas, and some things are still useful, such as the use of some special weapons.

Gasoline barrel gun, also known as unconscionable gun, the structure of this gun is very simple, only need an open gasoline barrel and a bracket. When using it, first ignite a pre-calculated explosive package and throw it inside Then quickly ignite and put the explosive package for the attack into it.

Calculate the lead time of the two explosive packages, use the thrust of the explosion of the first explosive package to throw the second explosive package to achieve the purpose of attack.

"Of course we have, but it's not the kind of cannon you think, but something more useful in a sense," Ron rubbed Ka's smooth little head, and the two had the same style on their faces. Signature smirked: "You really are a talent, this is a good idea."

"Then there is only one question left now." Ron Carl's eyes fell on the guide at the same time, scaring him tight: "Is there enough explosives?"

"Enough! I promise enough! You can have as much as you want, all of which are high-quality high explosives!" the guide hurriedly said, clutching his buttocks.

"Then, the action begins." Ron took out the long-lost white smiley mask from his backpack and put it on his face.

Everyone started to act according to Ron's division of labor. Arthur was sent to deliver the explosives with the guide, and Chris, who was born as an accountant and was good at calculating, was left by Ron to calculate the charge of each explosive package.

This kind of drudgery in the eyes of others is more enjoyable than playing games in the eyes of a paranoid like Chris.

And Ron took Carl Jr., and according to Chris's calculation, filled the explosives bit by bit into the explosive bag. Carl Jr. also added rusty iron nails and small steel balls stained with poop into the explosive bag on his own initiative. , seeing Ron's eyelids twitch.

If you really want to be blown up by this thing at close range, you will definitely die!
"Stop! What are you doing?!"

Halfway through the car with the gasoline tank, it was stopped by Garza soldiers. Ron poked the guide with his arm, and the guide immediately poked his head out with a smile on his face: "We plan to open a shop selling seafood in the town at the foot of the mountain." Congee, please be accommodating, hehe~"

As the guide said, he quietly handed over a pack of cigarettes. The soldier inadvertently opened the cigarette case, put a cigarette in his mouth, lit it, and nodded in satisfaction. In the cigarette case, except for the one he had just taken out, there were many A wad full of change, which adds up to almost fifty reais.

It's not that the guide is reluctant to pay more money. This amount is just right for the status of a small trader, and any more will be suspicious.

"Is this the only way to make porridge?"

"This is a secret recipe that my uncle got from other places. You have to use gasoline cans to make that taste, please help~"

"Let's go!" The soldier kicked violently on the gasoline tank twice, making a bang bang sound. After knowing that it was empty, he waved his hand and let it go without further entanglement.

The car successfully passed the checkpoint and came to the town. From this town, Garza's palace on the top of the mountain is less than 150 meters away, just within the range of the unconscionable gun.

"Porridge for sale~ Delicious seafood porridge~ It only costs five reais a bowl~" Little Carl began to yell vigorously under Ron's signal.

There were many soldiers watching the excitement around. Of course, Ron couldn't act at the beginning, but let everyone start a small business in an orderly manner. The soldiers were also curious and came to taste the taste, but they didn't give any money.

But even so, the popularity of the food stall business is beyond Ron's imagination. Even if they set up five gasoline barrels for cooking, the supply is still in short supply. After tasting the seafood porridge made by the guide, Ron immediately understood why. .

"Your seafood porridge is very good. If you open a shop, you will definitely earn a lot of money." Ron was just looking for a reasonable excuse to transport the gasoline barrels to the town, but he didn't expect to find an excuse casually. , so that he, who has tasted the skills of many Michelin chefs, is full of praise.

"Of course, this is my family's craftsmanship. My grandfather used to be the governor's chef. When we win, I plan to open a shop and pass on our family's craftsmanship."

There was a strange light in the guide's eyes when he said this.

"Please, you all won the battle, why don't you become a general?"

Carl couldn't understand it, but Ron did. What was in his eyes was a light called hope.

"I believe, there will be such a day." Ron patted the guide's shoulder solemnly.

In his previous life, Ron had also heard of such a group of people who were willing to give up their lives for the freedom and liberation of the nation, but returned to ordinary life after their career finally succeeded and continued to live their ordinary lives.

For a moment, the figure of the guide overlapped somewhat with the great body in Ron's impression.

It was getting late, and the people around the food stall gradually dispersed, leaving only a few sporadic customers. The porridge was about to be sold out, and the soldiers had already lost their vigilance to them, and they didn't know where to hide to catch fish.

In the name of delivering materials, the truck has already traveled back and forth between the town and the warehouse at the foot of the mountain several times, and all the explosive kits prepared the night before have been sent up.

"OK, today's porridge is sold out. If you like it, come back another day~" Ron said while tapping the gasoline barrel with a spoon, and added in a low voice: "If you can meet it another day."

The few people who shouted to close the stall did not start to load things into the car, but simply swiped the gasoline barrel with a big mop, and two lit explosive packs were stuffed in.

Just now, while doing business, the gasoline drum was half buried in the soil, and the firewood surrounding the gasoline drum was used to heat the porridge in the drum all the time. The soldiers said it was a secret recipe passed down from generation to generation.

The actual reason is to share the chamber pressure of the explosion for the gasoline barrel in this way.

"Five seconds, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1," Chris looked at his watch and began to count down: "Launch!"

"BOOM!" The ground shook, and the explosive bag filled with high explosives and various sundries added by Karl was blown up into the sky, but there was no sound of explosion for a long time.

"Did you miscalculate Chris? Or did you blow up the fuse of another explosive package when it exploded?" Carl asked anxiously.

(End of this chapter)