Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"Do you know where they went?" In the car, Gizelle sat in the passenger seat and asked curiously: "I have been infiltrating Barak's people for so long but I still haven't found out where they transported the drugs from."

"32 degrees 33 minutes north latitude, 116 degrees 49 minutes west longitude." Ron's eyes pointed at a point on the on-board computer map.

Seeing that Gizelle still looked puzzled, Ron continued to explain: "Think about it, if Barak smuggled drugs from Mexico, there are only two ways, land or water, but he is recruiting drivers. , so it is absolutely impossible to go by sea, only by land.”

"But there are countless cameras and detectors on our border. If any vehicle crosses the border, it will definitely be discovered."

"If you can't get through it above ground, what if it's underground?" Ron smiled and said, "If I remember correctly, there is the largest abandoned mine from Mexico to the United States."

Gizelle's eyes lit up: "That's why he needs the best drivers to deliver the goods for him, because the roads in the underground mines are complicated and a hundred times more difficult than the most difficult track. No wonder he needs the best drivers. "

"That's right," Ron picked up the walkie-talkie and ordered to Hank and Arthur: "From now on, turn off the car lights and all light sources, and wait for Toretto to come out."

At the same time, a reconnaissance drone with a night vision camera was lifted into the sky by Ron...

At the U.S.-Mexico border, FBI helicopters rumbled past in the sky, but did not find anything strange on the ground. They left in vain, but the abandoned mines in the mountains flashed a bright light as if they had received a signal.

A fleet of super-modified cars emerged from the mine, and the second car was Toretto's black Chevrolet Chevelle.

"Too slow!" The leading black man got out of the car dissatisfied and went to pat the hoods of other cars one by one: "Get down quickly! Start working."

The men who had been waiting here for a long time immediately unloaded one large suitcase after another from several cars.

"Why don't you get down? Big guy!" The strong man walked back to Toretto's car dissatisfied.

Toretto unscrewed the bottle filled with nitrous oxide, pressed the cigarette lighter and got out of the car.

Nitrous oxide, an inorganic substance with the chemical formula N2O, also known as laughing gas, is a colorless and sweet gas. It is a very effective alkene additive.

Under certain conditions, when used together with gasoline, it can be as effective as a bomb. Toretto has seen countless times in underground drag racing competitions when people were blown up into the sky by cars modified by him with N2O.

"Don't touch me!" A driver who drove through the mine with Toretto was dissatisfied and knocked off the hand that pushed him, but was immediately pointed at by a strong black man with a gun. His face turned pale instantly: "Don't shoot. Boss!"

"Nitromethane." There was no hint of joy or anger on Toretto's face.

The big black man turned back in confusion: "What?"

"I say, only use nitromethane for pustules."

Nitromethane was left behind at the scene of Leti's car accident. Toretto knew that Leti would never use this kind of thing, so it could only be left by the murderer. This was one of the clues he had been following.

"Have you checked my car?" The big black man let go of the poor guy who had just been frightened to urinate. He held a pistol and approached Toretto with a dangerous air, almost touching his face: "I'm talking to you. !What do you want to do?"

"70 Plymouth." Toretto looked directly into the black man's eyes. Instead of answering his question, he said the name of a car: "Her name is Letty, and someone crashed her car."

"Yes, I hit him." At this time, even if the black man's IQ was low, he could see that Toretto was evil: "Do you still remember that face? I have forgotten it, because I saw him last time When it came to her, she was still burning.”

"Click~"

The strong black man pulled the firing pin of the pistol open, and the pistol was ready to be fired at any time. He said with an arrogant face that he was in control: "So what? Now you are still like her, your life depends on my thoughts."

"I will enjoy the next moment very much." Toretto said an inexplicable sentence without any panic.

"Come on~" At the same time, the electric cigarette in Toretto's car had just popped out, and the hot temperature instantly ignited the flammable gas in the car.

boom!

The car made a loud noise, and the violent flames swallowed up several surrounding cars, and then detonated the gasoline and accelerant in the other cars a second time.

Several members of the nearby drug trafficking organization were instantly torn into pieces. Even the strong black man just now turned his gun in a panic, looking for the non-existent enemy.

The clever Toretto had already taken advantage of the explosion to roll on the spot, rolled into the car where they had transported the drugs, and sat in the driving position.

O'Connor saw the right opportunity, rolled onto a younger brother who had just fallen, picked up his submachine gun and fired at the crowd. Immediately, everyone in the drug gang was killed.

As soon as O'Connor finished firing the bullet, he immediately got up, jumped into Toretto, grabbed the passenger seat of the car, and the two of them drove away together.

"Now, fire for me!" Ron, who was lying on the top of the mountain, curled up with a smile.

"Wait a minute, aren't the FBI guy and your friend still inside? Do you want to wait for them?" Hank, who was confused by the order, asked.

"No need to wait, just open fire now and let these sons of bitches taste the power of the iron fist of socialism." Ron shouted excitedly, slamming the ground on the ground.

Arthur didn't wait for Hank to continue asking questions, and immediately pressed the launch button in the car. The multiple rocket launcher in the back seat of the pickup truck immediately dragged a long tail flame and streaked across the sky with a deadly whistle. The landing point was where the drug dealers gathered. at.

"With all due respect, BOSS, we are a capitalist country." Arthur picked up an HK416 rifle and stepped out of the car. As soon as he finished speaking, the rocket over there just hit the ground.

The huge explosion illuminated the night brighter than the day for a while, making Arthur's bald head look extremely ferocious.

Ron gives full marks to this fake one.

"But the weapons come from the socialist camp~" Ron retorted dissatisfiedly and turned to look at the team in front of him.

Arthur is holding an HK assault rifle, with two pistols stuck in his waist; Hank, whose face is mostly covered by night vision goggles, is carrying an LG-5 sniper grenade launcher, and an MP5K submachine gun is hanging sideways on his body. .

And Gizelle only carried a lightweight Uzi submachine gun, an expression of impatient waiting, and a little bean holding a remote control?

Ron couldn't help but wonder, how long have you been in Los Angeles? My combat team is assembled!

"BOSS, give the order."

Ron looked serious: "Okay, there is only one order. Except for the strong black man who I, Toretto, just spoke to, kill everyone under the mountain without mercy!"