The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 567 War Wolf Assault
"Now Amy and the others have to work overtime on Saturdays. Can you believe such absurd things? Is this what you expected the weekend to look like?"

At Ron's home in the suburbs, Sheldon was sitting at the kitchen bar, holding a cup of cold hot drink in his hand, chattering endlessly, Ron rolled his eyes helplessly.

In order to avoid Sheldon's nagging, he specially moved to this place temporarily lent to Raj to live in peace, and by the way, to do some favorite things with his confidante, but he didn't expect Sheldon to go all the way. The apartment came after him.

After Ron tried his best to stop Max who wanted to open Sheldon's head after being stunned by Sheldon, Ron had no choice but to send Max away for Sheldon's safety.

There is no way, even though Sheldon is a man, compared with Max's explosive female strength, he will be beaten by Max.

"Please, Sheldon, I'm really busy. There are still a lot of flowers waiting for me to pick outside. I don't have time to listen to your complaints." Ron picked up his teacup: "Besides, you have just stirred up a peach blossom in me." Now, if you ruin another good thing for me, I'm afraid I won't be able to resist drowning you in the toilet."

"Hey, she was the one who complained first! She also called me a nerd." Sheldon said angrily.

"But who made her my girlfriend? He can always do things for me that you can't do for me. Now that you have a girlfriend, I think you should understand that only a girlfriend will do for you. sort of thing."

"You mean to sing you Warm Cats every day before going to bed? Please, make sure I sing better than her."

Sheldon said unconvinced, Ron was almost choked to death by a sip of tea, he was almost defeated by Sheldon's innocence, cooperating with me to spend so much effort, talk so many girlfriends, just to listen to the duet and trio before going to bed what?
"Well, what exactly do you want?"

Sheldon looked up. "I just hope it makes Howard and Raj as angry as I am now."

"Really?" Ron was taken aback when he heard this, and then as if thinking of something, a smirk began to appear on the corner of his mouth: "I don't care about Howard, but for Raj, maybe you can do something he likes." Make him jealous of you in turn."

"Like what?" Sheldon couldn't help showing interest even though he faintly felt something was wrong.

"Have you ever seen The Adventures of Tom Solia?"

Ron asked a question without thinking, which made Sheldon a little confused, but he still replied very honestly: "No, no."

"Housework, I know that he is a gay-looking Indian man. This kind of person generally has a strong cleanliness, so Raj likes to do housework the most."

Ron looked at the room that had become a bit messy due to his battle with Caroline Max yesterday, and said a lie without guilt.

"Housework, what kind of housework are you talking about?"

"For example, cleaning the bathtub, cutting the lawn, etc. Oh, yes, Raj likes to clean the floor and then wax it. Look at this dirty floor, he reserved it for himself. Damn, if you do it for him, he'll be mad when he comes back."

After finishing speaking, Ron looked at Sheldon eagerly, waiting for his reaction, and he was not sure whether Sheldon's IQ was useful in this respect?
Shelton lowered his head and thought for a moment, and when he raised his head, there was already a smirk on his face: "It's really great! When he comes back and sees this, he will be so angry that the top of his head will be smoking!"

"That's right, that's it," Ron breathed a sigh of relief in his heart: "All the cleaning tools are in the utility room, work hard, my dear brother! We must finish all this before the garbage comes back, and give He's a good-looking one!"

"Of course!"

Sheldon began to clean up complacently, while Luo Enze put down his teacup, went to the refrigerator to get a can of beer, and sat back on the sofa comfortably, drinking while watching Sheldon work hard like a donkey in a mill. Work diligently, don't mention how happy you are.

However, the good times didn't last long. An hour later, after the appointment, Rachel sent Alex to the next door and went back to the house by herself.

"Sorry, Ron, I'm going to work overtime and have a date. I'll be back later. Don't worry, I'll clean it right away...Huh? When did you clean it?"

The lucky Indian was halfway through the conversation when he finally noticed the smooth wooden floors that had been swept clean and waxed.

"Hahahaha, what's up? Can't you laugh? Raj, I've already done all your favorite housework." Sheldon walked out proudly wearing rubber gloves.

"What the hell are you talking about? I hate doing housework the most. When I was in India, it was done by servants. Thank you, Sheldon. If it weren't for you, I would be sweating all over the place. Same as you now."

When Raj heard this, he immediately understood Ron's routine and gave Ron a high five.

"Wait, then why did Ron tell me..." Sheldon froze on the spot at a loss, and just halfway through his words, he immediately recalled and turned to look at the instigator: "Ron! You are using Am I notoriously tricked into helping you clean?"

"Of course~" Ron handed Raj a bottle of wine, and the two clinked happily.

"Huh! I should have slammed the door and left. I already had gloves and a wire brush in hand. I would have liked to clean the oven too. Hell, I will slam the door when I finish cleaning the oven!"

Sheldon walked to the oven angrily, and started to work angrily. As he said, this kind of thing can be guaranteed by anyone who slams the door, but Sheldon's obsessive-compulsive disorder makes him Stay until everything is cleaned up.

But unfortunately, Ron didn't have the time to watch him finish. Just when Sheldon was halfway brushing the oven, Ron received a message and suddenly stood up from the sofa.

"What's the matter? Ron, are you going out? I just ordered takeaway, why don't I go out after dinner?" Raj asked strangely.

"No, you can eat with Sheldon. A friend of mine has something to do in Africa, and now I need to go there." After Ron finished speaking, he picked up his coat and went out, and called Yuri Telephone.

"Immediately use the fastest speed to help me mobilize a batch of arms in Africa... Yes, right now, immediately, immediately, I don't care what kind of things, I only want the most violent one."

At the same time, on the other side of the Pacific Ocean, on the land of Africa tens of thousands of kilometers away from the United States, Byrne and Leng Feng, who had known each other through drinking last night, happily sat on the beach, chatting while grilling.

"It turns out that your most beloved person was also killed by the owner of this bullet, take care, brother," Leng Feng patted Bourne's arm, and said comfortingly: "But how can you be sure that the owner of this bullet must be in Africa? ?”

Bourne lowered his head, and countless rhetoric flashed through his mind, but in the end he decided to tell the truth: "I have a very good friend, his name is Ron, and he told me that he saw this when he was on a mission in Africa. The bullet, he said, must have been used by someone in a mercenary company that had long-term operations in Africa."

Leng Feng's eyes lit up, and his heart, which was a little shaken, could not help but become firmer: "Really? Is that what he told you?"

Bourne nodded: "Yes, although I lost my memory due to an accident, my intuition tells me that he is one of the two people closest to me, and he will never lie to me."

Leng Feng was just about to ask for some more details, when suddenly there was a loud noise from the side. Looking back, the car they drove had been blown up into the sky.

A group of government soldiers fleeing in embarrassment, under the attack of the mighty Red Turban rebels, fought and retreated. They were retreating to their place. His godson was pushed down to the ground.

"Lie down!" Leng Feng roared loudly, but besides Bourne, who was as possessed as him and had superb military qualities, was lying down and hiding behind a tree trunk, and the other black people who had just had a party with them fled in all directions. , Several people have already died under the intensive firepower of the Red Turban Army.

"This is not a place to stay for a long time! It's cold, run!" Bourne looked up from behind the tree trunk to observe the number of enemy troops, and immediately made the most correct decision.

On the other side, Leng Feng also made the same judgment, and without any explanation, he immediately pulled up his godson and ran wildly after Bourne.

This beach is next to the capital city. They quickly passed through the hail of bullets and returned to the city, but the situation in the city was not much better. There were red scarf rebels everywhere. Although the government troops also began to mobilize, But after all, limited by the disadvantage of numbers, those who were suppressed by the Red Turban Army could hardly hold their heads up.

"Go over there!" Leng Feng pointed to the street shop, Bourne immediately understood what he meant.

Right now there is a firefight on the street, and the three of them are unarmed, hiding in the house, and waiting until the firefight is over, it may be a good choice, after all, no matter which side wins, it is impossible to kill everyone.

Facts have proved that their idea is still hasty. They can think of this, and the timid government soldiers can also think of this. As soon as they ran into the store, they were pointed at the head by several government soldiers.

"Don't shoot! Don't shoot! They are good people!" The shopkeeper, who is also of yellow race, quickly explained to the soldiers.

The soldier took a shot at them and shouted impatiently: "Go! Go! Go to the back!"

They had just hid behind the store shelves when a burst of bullets came from outside the store. The bullets that pierced the glass door unabated and went into the body of the government soldiers at the door, and the soldiers fell down one after another.

"Boom!" The door was kicked open, and the rebels with red scarves around their necks rushed in after a while.

Leng Fengbourn looked at each other, and he could see the uneasiness in the eyes of the other party, coming in this way at this time, it didn't look like he was here to buy something.

The sophisticated and tactful shopkeeper immediately took out a flag of the Red Turban Army from under the counter: "Don't shoot, my own people, the Red Turban Army will win! The Red Turban Army will win!"

But this kind of cheap lie can't fool these soldiers. The soldiers of the Red Turban Army have already found another flag of the government army from under her counter, and they were furious: "Show me what the fuck is this?! He is The lackeys of the government army! Brothers, kill them!"

As he said that, he aimed his gun at the shopkeeper. Behind the shelf, Leng Feng and Bourne looked at each other and each touched a wine bottle.

Continuing to stand still is tantamount to sitting and waiting to die. Instead of doing this, it is better to fight!
However, just when they were about to take action, the back door of the store was suddenly kicked open, and a quick short burst shot through the heads of several soldiers who were about to take the initiative to attack the store, just like a roll call.

Leng Feng turned his head back, and there was a man in denim shorts with a revolver in his hand, bravely avoiding the rain and throwing out the magazine chamber of the revolver, six hot shell casings fell to the ground, after refilling the bullets, like As if juggling, the pistol spun around in the air, and the black muzzle pointed fiercely at the soldiers of the Red Turban Army who had just barged in.

"It's noon! Bang bang bang..."

The soldiers of the Red Scarf Army who had just reacted from their daze had not had time to turn their guns, and they were all shot and lay down on the ground, their round eyes still had an expression of disbelief until they died.

Leng Feng was horrified. He noticed that all the soldiers of the Red Scarf Army who were shot were shot in the middle of the head, and the position was just right between the eyebrows. This kind of marksmanship, even if the soldiers he had served in were all elites. There are not many people in the army who can do it.

Even if there is, it is an automatic pistol, not the less accurate revolver.

But when he was in a daze, Bourne greeted him in surprise: "Ron! I never expected to see you in this place, why are you here?!"

Leng Feng thought, he turned out to be the very powerful friend that Bourne said.

"Of course it was because I saw on the news that you were in danger. I sent you to Africa. If something happened to you here, that guy Ethan would keep nagging, so I came to save you. Ron gave him a big hug, and looked at the people in the store: "What are you waiting for? Don't you run away? Don't you think that we can kill the people outside with a few guns?" the Red Scarf Army?"

"Yes, we should evacuate immediately!" Byrne picked up an AK used by the soldiers of the Red Turban Army from the ground, and collected a few magazines from them to hide on his body: "We should go to the US embassy now, they must Will protect us!"

Ron's expression became strange: "Have you not received the message yet? The American embassy has been evacuated. If we want to survive, we can only rely on ourselves now."

"FXXK! These bloody bastards!" Bourne couldn't help but swear.

At this moment, the shopkeeper who was silent at the side raised his hand weakly: "How about we go to the Huaxia embassy? We are Chinese, and they will definitely protect us. We will tell them , you are our companions."

(End of this chapter)