Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Ron had no patience for this kind of retarded person who still planned to play duel with cold weapons in the era of hot weapons. He raised his hand and shot, but a scene that surprised him appeared.

Charlie raised his hand to block Ron's bullet and actually blocked Ron's bullet with his mechanical arm. The metal arm was not afraid of the heat on the bullet at all. It was like holding a hot and smoking bullet and throwing it to the ground, with a trace of pride on the corner of his mouth. He smiled evilly: "I think you are the outdated cowboy."

"Ron, I..."

"No, you go in and deal with that evil bitch named Bobby. Leave this traitor to me." Before Eggsy could say anything, he was interrupted by Ron.

Ron casually put the pistol back into the holster: "I think if I kill you with a gun, you will be very unconvinced, right? It seems that you are very confident in your own skills, so are you interested? One round?"

"That's what I meant." Charlie pulled off his shirt with one hand.

Although Ron didn't understand why a fight was all about breaking clothes, but now that the atmosphere was here, Ron also pulled off his armed belt and threw it together with the two pistols in the holsters. On the ground: "Since it's a fair duel, why don't you take off your robotic arm? After all, it's not fair to me if you keep that."

Unexpectedly, just as the armed belt was taken off, Charlie suddenly moved, and the robot hand suddenly ejected again, grabbed Ron's collar and pulled it hard, then pulled Ron in front of him and laughed wildly: "Haha! Idiot, who do you think? If I’m in the mood to play some cowboy dueling game with you, I’m just trying to trick you, so go to hell!”

"Do you think you are the only one who is a good actor?" Ron, whose face was mostly covered by a felt hat, raised his head and gave him a big smile in return. This made Charlie feel nervous and feel a little bad.

Especially when his belly was pressed against another piece of cold metal.

That's a gun! In an instant, cold sweat broke out on Charlie's face.

"Who told you that agents can only carry two guns?" Ron pulled the trigger, and the bullet immediately punched a small hole in Charlie's abdomen. Charlie's pupils lost focus and fell down. Ron was not done yet, and continued to vent his anger. Continue to shoot all six bullets in the magazine before stopping.

"I asked you to act for me!"

"Why don't you go to the Oscars if you have the ability?"

"Do you know that Oscar owes you a statuette?"

…

By the time Ron finished fighting, the battlefield had already been cleaned up by the drones. Only the small house in the middle of Poppy Town still occasionally heard the sound of sporadic fighting. When Ron walked to the door of the house, the sound of fighting was heard. The sound also stopped.

The only sound left was the humming sound of the motor.

Ron opened the door. Eggsy and Harry, master and apprentice, were holding on to the table and breathing heavily. Agent Whiskey had half of his body stuffed into a large meat grinder, with only two legs still stretched out on top of the machine. With.

At the exit of the machine, a puddle of minced meat mixed with clothing residue lay in the basin, smelling of blood. Ron could tell where it came from even if he thought about it with his butt.

"Infighting?"

"No, it was Whiskey who took the initiative to attack us. He wanted all the drug addicts to die, so everyone could only focus on alcohol so that the distillery's stock price would soar and then..."

"Stop, stop, stop," Ron waved his hand to stop Eggsy's narration: "I'm not in the mood to hear about your Kingsman agent. Let me just ask, have all of Poppy's antidote warehouses been unlocked?"

Poppy has prepared a warehouse in all major cities around the world, containing her antidote, but they are all locked by the self-destruction program. As long as they are not unlocked, any intrusion will activate the self-destruction program.

"Of course, now..."

Eggsy didn't finish his words when he was interrupted by Ron: "Listen kid, if this is a novel, then I am the real protagonist. No audience will like to listen to a supporting character chattering non-stop. Please hold on to your Script, My Boy.”

After saying that, Ron casually picked up Bobby's personal notebook and walked away. After all, the trip can't be in vain. There is one thing to say, whether it is biopharmaceuticals or bionic robots, Bobby still has a little something in his hands. It's a black technology, there must be corresponding information on her computer.

Take the computer back, whether it is given to Peggy or Howard, you will definitely gain something.

As for other benefits, Ron has stopped thinking about them since he came to the town. Whether it is dog robots, viruses or other things, Ron, who hangs out with Sheldon and the others all day long, knows that these require a lot of scientific research. Funding investment.

Looking at this extremely poor base, Ron knew where all the money Bobby had earned over the years had been spent, and there was basically no profit left.

…

"The entrance to the dungeon is a moss-covered door. You manage to open it, only to find yourself face to face with an ugly, smelly ogre. What do you do?"

In a Los Angeles apartment, there is an ancient map on the table. Four otakus sit around the table, each holding a notebook in their hands. This is their weekly dungeon board game time.

"I would say to him: 'Mom, what's for dinner tonight?'" Howard's mother was so big that it was hard to imagine that he and Howard were actually related by blood. Compared with Howard, it was really hard to imagine. Share the feeling of an ogre.

"Seventeen o'clock." Sheldon rolled the dice and immediately looked for the corresponding instructions in the manual: "The ogre was moved by your joke and allowed you to enter the dungeon."

Howard takes his hat off.

"By the way, I was also moved by your joke, hiss~" Sheldon laughed strangely: "What about you? What are you going to do?"

"I will pull out my revolver and stuff it into the ogre's mouth, and ask him: 'Boy, have you paid the cannibal tax?'" Ron opened the door: "Hi, good evening everyone, I'm okay It’s time to catch up on Dungeons and Dragons, otherwise I would be tempted to fly back to Myanmar and shoot that shameless guy in the stomach a few more times.”

"Hi, Ron, you're finally back~" Ron's return caused enthusiastic cheers from the little otakus, especially Howard: "Where have you been these past few days? We can't find you anywhere."

"I fought a battle with a mysterious organization in a secret base hidden in a tropical rainforest, and also killed the Winter Soldier. I hope Captain America will not come to avenge me for his good friend."

"I don't believe it. Those are all things in comics. You must be trying to lie to me again." Sheldon looked suspicious: "Hey, Leonard, call Superman quickly. His red underwear is now on For me, if you want, let him take me to the sky and fly around."

"By the way, there's also this."

With a "bang" sound, Ron took out Charlie's robotic arm from his backpack and threw it on the table: "This is my trophy. I got the Winter Soldier's cross arm back and gave it to you as a souvenir. I hope you will like."