Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"Boss, we are being followed!" Heinrich's subordinates shouted in terror from his walkie-talkie.

"Are they those two idiot agents?" Heinrich said with a hint of cruelty at the corner of his mouth: "You don't need to report such a trivial matter to me, just kill them, and then find a place to kill this stupid woman."

"No, it's an unknown person. He..." The subordinate's voice suddenly became frightened: "He also has a rocket launcher! Fire! Idiot! FXXK! Fire quickly!"

But it was too late. Before they could fire back, Ron had already pulled the trigger, and an RPG rocket arrived in an instant.

"Boom!" The SUV turned into a fireball and flew into the sky.

"Kill to the left, come back right now!" Ron directed Carl to make a beautiful flick to avoid the disabled front car, reloaded the RPG and leaned out of the window.

The rocket launcher was aimed at the second vehicle.

"Go to hell!" "Kill him!"

However, the car in front was not to be outdone, and the two men who were not afraid of death also leaned out of the car window to fight back, but the swaying car body restricted their performance.

The bullet hit almost all the way in the air, but Ron was unscathed. As if he was taking a joyride, he continued to aim calmly and looked for opportunities. The terrorist in the car in front was so frightened that his palms broke out in cold sweat.

But the more nervous he was, the more inaccurate his shooting became, and even Ron's hair was not damaged.

"Tch, this person can be called an international terrorist. How bad is this name now?" Ron sneered, questioning the CIA's level again, and moved his fingers slightly.

"Boom!" The second car was also lifted into the sky by Ron.

And this time his shooting angle was very good. The rocket hit the left rear of the car, and the explosive force directly pushed the car to the right side of the road. Karl could pass directly without even turning.

"Get out of the way." Ron threw away the rocket launcher and regained control of the car.

Now there was only one car left on Heinrich's side. Ron could have used the RPG to send them to the sky, but unfortunately there were still hostages in this car.

What a pity~

Ron couldn't help but envy his Russian colleagues.

It would be great if this was in Russia. Just one more rocket could end the battle. All hostage casualties could be treated as normal losses. I heard that those who were more arrogant could even be regarded as terrorist accomplices.

"Boss, what should we do now?" Carl looked at the burning car behind him, his face full of excitement. In the past, car chases could only be seen in movies, but now he could actually participate in it in person. It was like a dream!

"What else can we do? Force their car to stop, then kill those bastards and rescue that stupid woman." Ron said angrily.

He is the worst at rescuing hostages.

"He's finished shooting rockets, hurry up! Get your gun and kill him for me!" Heinrich kicked his men angrily. He was going crazy. He just wanted to come here for revenge, but he didn't expect that he would be killed in a matter of minutes. Most of the most elite men were folded in.

This is all his hard work!

If Ron could hear his thoughts, he would probably laugh out loud. How could he be so elite? That's it?

"Da da, da da da..."

People stretched out from both sides of the SUV and started shooting at Ron with rifles. Ron immediately pressed Carl's head down while he turned the steering wheel and dodged the bullets through one coquettish move after another.

Despite this, Ron's front windshield was shattered.

"Boss, what should we do in this situation now?" Karl's voice was not only less fearful than Sihao's, but full of excitement.

Ron finally determined that this child was born to eat this bowl of rice. Even if he is not an agent, he will definitely go further and further on the road of crime and become a big shot no less than Uncle Fried Chicken.

"Lesson 2 of the Secret Agent Classroom," Ron said, of course it was impossible to be nervous. He held the steering wheel with one hand and quickly pulled out the M500 high-power revolver from his waist with the other hand at lightning speed.

"Bang! Bang!" With two shots, the two terrorists' heads exploded like watermelons. Before Carl could even see Ron's shooting action, the two people were gone, and the gun in Ron's hand was like a magic trick. He put the gun back into the holster as if it had never been moved.

"Second lesson of the secret agent class, marksmanship. As long as you have a good marksmanship, you can do whatever you want, and you can do whatever you want on the battlefield." Ron Sihao was not afraid of leading the children into trouble and made false remarks.

"Boss, your marksmanship is amazing!" Karl turned into starry eyes: "Can you teach me your marksmanship?"

Karl's appearance reminded him of his past self, when he had learned marksmanship from an old man with such infinite longing. At that time, he was about the same age as Karl now.

"Of course, as long as you endure hardship, there is no other secret to marksmanship but hard practice. When the bullet casings you shot are stacked up and become taller than you, you will be considered a master. He’s a passable shooter.”

Old Jack said this, and so did Ron, as if a inheritance had been completed across time and space.

"No problem." Karl nodded solemnly and made up his mind: "I can buy all my future wages into bullets."

"No need, I'm planning to rent the warehouse next to the company and transform it into a shooting range. I can shoot for free," Ron said nonchalantly.

The car in front of him fled for his life in a hurry, and immediately drove the car to a deserted road that was being repaired. Ron finally found the opportunity to take action, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and suddenly drew his gun as he was approaching crazily.

"Bang bang!" The front two rear tires were blown out, shaking violently from left to right, and the rear of the car dragged a long string of sparks on the ground. Ron seized the opportunity and hit the rear of the car hard. , an American-style stop, directly hitting the car and parking it on the side of the road.

"Don't look up!" Ron pushed Carl to the seat, took out his gun and got out of the car, while Heinrich and his only remaining man had already dragged Lauren down.

"Damn it, don't come here!" The men pointed their guns at Ron tremblingly, as if they had seen a ghost. He was extremely frightened. He had never seen anyone with such evil marksmanship.

And Heinrich hid his whole body behind Lauren, with one hand around her neck and the other hand pointing a gun at her.

"Now put down your weapons and kneel next to me."

Ron showed a harmless smile: "Do you mind getting your pretty face dirty?"

"Damn it! I'm not kidding you, throw away your weapon! Quick!" Heinrich shouted hiding behind the woman.

"I'm not talking to you," Mr. Ron's words were like the call of Satan, and his warm eyes stared into Lauren's eyes: "Madam, do you mind if I dirty your beautiful face?"

Lauren, who was choked by Heinrich, was speechless and could only shake her head with difficulty.

The moment her head shook, Ron also moved.

"boom!"

It was obviously two gunshots, but because the time was so close, it sounded like one. The two headless corpses fell stiffly. Lauren, who had survived the disaster, had not had time to respond when she was hit by a ball of sticky liquid. face.

When she finds out what it is.

"Ah~~~" A shrill scream made Ron's eardrums hurt.