Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"Throw the money into that pickup truck in the back! Come on!"

The robber at the front of the car tapped the bullet head with his rifle and shouted loudly. In the car, Dave huddled under the chair, holding the shotgun and looking at Ron nervously.

Ron still hasn't figured out how he managed to fit such a big piece of himself into such a small space. Is it a space spell?

Finally, Ron moved when the robber shouted a second time. He walked to the back of the car and threw a bag of money into the bed of the pickup truck. The robber nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that the deal was done.

But unfortunately, it backfired. Just when the robbers were thinking about what kind of ridiculous excuse they would come up with and appreciate the desperate expressions on their faces before killing the escorts, something happened suddenly.

Ron "accidentally" threw a bag of money on the ground, and by coincidence, this location was right next to the door of the pickup truck. The robber in the car could touch it as long as he opened the door and stretched out his hand.

"Damn, this guy must be playing tricks on us! He threw the bag on the ground." The robber cursed and picked up the walkie-talkie: "Listen, kid! I asked you to throw the money into the cargo compartment. If you try to be clever again, I will beat you. Damn this old guy’s face!”

"Do as they say, Morgan! These people mean it." Dave also persuaded.

"Sorry, man, my hand really just slipped. Can you please come down and pick it up? It's not far anyway." Ron apologized with an smile.

"FXXK." The robber cursed secretly, opened the car door and got out of the car. He first observed Ron's movements and saw that he still lowered his head to take the money and threw it into the car. Everything was as usual. He then relaxed, lowered his head and prepared to throw the money away. Throw it back in the car.

But when he picked up the money and just looked up, Ron had a revolver in his hand. Using the cover of the money bag, Ron had already pointed the gun at him.

"Little..." The careful word just started, and Ron had already pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" The bullet hit the center of the eyebrow, and the first robber fell.

Hearing the gunshot, Dave shrank nervously, almost peeing in fear, but Ron was still in the mood to look back, telling him not to worry too much.

"Be careful, look ahead!" Dave shouted anxiously, because he saw the kidnappers in the pickup truck ahead had got out with weapons, ready to teach Ron a lesson to avenge their companions.

"You're talking about this rubbish..." Ron turned around. The two robbers had just gotten out of the car. Before they could stand still, they were already nervously asking Ron to pull the trigger.

Anyone who has ever shot a gun knows that the recoil of a gun is very strong. Even if you hold the gun correctly, you need to aim well, otherwise you will not miss the target at all, let alone shoot randomly like they did. .

There is no use except wasting bullets like Uncle Black.

"Bang bang~" Ron rewarded each of them with a bullet, and two more corpses fell to the ground, but it was not over yet.

"Thud, tut, tug..." The four robbers who got out of the pickup truck blocking the cash transport truck began to shoot wildly at the cash transport truck, but the bullets hit the bulletproof steel plate of the cash transport truck. In addition to causing some noise, There is no other use for it.

Ron even had time to open the magazine and casually picked out two empty cartridge cases and replaced them with new bullets.

"Is there something wrong with your gun? I told you not to use this old antique. Come on, use mine!" Dave threw the pistol to Ron for the sake of his own life, but Ron had no intention of taking it. , letting the Glock fall to the ground.

"No, thank you, I still prefer this."

Ron flicked the gun, and when the magazine was thrown back into the gun body with a "ding" again, Ron suddenly dodged out from behind the car like an athlete who heard the starting gun.

Using the box as a cover, two robbers holding a rifle and one holding a micro-charger were firing at the car body. Ron saw them, and of course they also saw Ron.

At this moment, time seemed to have pressed the pause button, and everything seemed to slow down in Ron's eyes. In the dream, Ron could even see the muscles on the robber's face wrinkled with fear as the expression on his face changed.

"boom!"

After a gunshot, a bloody hole appeared on the three heads at the same time. It turned out that Ron shot too fast, causing three gunshots to sound like one.

How had this group of bumpkin robbers ever seen such a weird shooting technique? The only remaining robber who was alive almost thought he saw a ghost. He yelled, left his companions and ran towards the nearby warehouse.

"Dave, take a look at the bullet. I'll take care of the lost kitten~" Ron pointed to the bullet still lying on the ground, alive and dead, and chased into the warehouse.

Behind him, Dave looked at his back like a madman: "This damn madman!"

Just now, Ron noticed something very interesting. When he took the lead and started firing at the robbers, the robbers' first reaction was to fire at Ron behind the cash transport truck.

You know, the bullets were still in their hands just now. According to the normal process, when the hostage target resists, they should kill the meat ticket as soon as possible, but they did not do this.

The robber ran in a panic and shot at Ron. He was waiting for a piece of rubbish that couldn't hit anyone even if he was standing. It would be a fool's errand to expect that he could still hit someone while running so violently.

Ron didn't even think about dodging the oncoming bullets, and chased after them unhurriedly.

"boom!"

"ah!"

Ron shot the robber in the calf. The robber screamed and fell to the ground. But he immediately got up in panic and continued to run for his life. Ron immediately shot him in the other leg, killing the robber. Fell to the ground again.

Now that both of his legs were injured, he had no choice but to continue escaping. He could only point his pistol at Ron in vain, intending to make a final resistance.

But this decision was obviously no better than their decision to go out for a robbery today. Before he could pull the trigger, Ron raised his hand and shot a hole in his wrist, and the pistol naturally fell to the ground along with his weak arm.

"You... don't come here, don't come here!" The robber used his only good left hand to scratch the ground and retreat, while shouting in horror. He didn't stop until he retreated to the wall, staring at Luo with his whole body trembling. Well, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"Listen, scum," Ron opened the magazine, ejected the six empty shells, but only put one bullet into the gun, and then turned the magazine:

"Let's play an interesting game now. It's called whatever I ask, you answer. I will ask you three questions. Every time you answer, if it is correct, I will shoot you in the head. If it is incorrect, I will shoot you in the head." Or if you don’t know, I will fire three times in a row. If you are not shot by me in the end, I will let you go and call an ambulance for you. How about that? Are you a little impatient? "

The robber glanced at the black muzzle of the pistol and nodded with difficulty.

Is there any point in shaking your head at this time? He had no doubts. He shook his head here, and Ron fired six times in a row, leaving no chance for him. It was a gamble, what if it worked?

"OK, first question, who is your leader?"

"Johnny, that's the one with the shotgun. You've killed him." The robber replied almost as fast as he could.

"Look, it's not difficult, right?" Ron put the pistol against the robber's head and dug it in.

"Click~" The first shot missed. Before the robber could recover from the joy of the rest of his life after the festival, Ron immediately asked the second question.

"Congratulations on your survival. The second question is, where did you know the time and route of the armored transport truck?" The first question, after a simple warm-up, Ron answered directly: "Or another way of asking, we Who is the mole in this?"

The robber's expression suddenly became tense: "I don't know! Johnny has always been in contact with him, and I have never even met him! What I said is true, please don't kill me!"

"This answer doesn't satisfy me, but since you have just played this game, I can give you another chance to reorganize your language. Do you want to change your answer?"

Ron looked at the robber with a dangerous look, and the robber's nervous palms were covered in cold sweat.

"I really don't know. I just heard Joni call him old guy. Johnny has always been in single-line contact with him. No one except Johnny knows who gave the news. What I told is the truth. "

"Well, it seems you don't want this opportunity." Ron stood up and shot the robber three times in the head.

"Kakaka~"

It has to be said that the robber was really lucky. Four shots in a row failed to fire any bullets, but his pants were not so lucky.

Although the bullet was not fired, the robber's urge to urinate was aroused. When the robber's crotch became wet, a fishy smell made Ron cover his nose.

"Please let me go. As long as you let me go, I can do whatever you want. I really don't know what the message is..." the robber begged incoherently.

Maybe his tears moved Ron, who turned to a kind face: "Well, in that case, I won't embarrass you and ask you the last question, as long as you answer me correctly How about just letting you go?"

"Okay! Great!" The robber nodded wildly in agreement, fearing that Ron would change his mind if he agreed later.

"OK, this is a very simple question," Ron glanced at the robber's complexion and smiled gently. If he was familiar with someone like Hobbes, his people would definitely go as far as they could with him. , every time Ron laughed like this, he was brewing some bad idea.

"Suppose you have a watermelon like this. If you cut it twice, how can you share it with five friends?"

The robber was dumbfounded. Ron's question was obviously over the top. A watermelon cost two knives and could be cut into four pieces at most and shared among five people. No matter what, one person would not be able to eat the watermelon.

He began to think about ways to cut the watermelon in his mind, but he couldn't get the fifth piece of watermelon anyway, and Ron's lips curled up into a mischievous smile, and he began the final countdown for her answer:

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1... Bang!"

The bullet opened the robber's head, and red and white liquid spread radially behind the wall.

"Morgan..." Behind Ron, Bullet murmured his pseudonym.

Ron turned around with an embarrassed smile: "I'm sorry for letting you see such an unseemly side. You won't report me, will you?"

"No, absolutely not...after all, you just saved me," Bullet struggled a little, and immediately replied firmly: "I am very sure that I saw him shooting at you, and you had no choice but to shoot." Shoot him to death."

"Yes, it was a critical moment just now. Thank you so much, Bullet. I think we will be lifelong friends."

As soon as he finished speaking, the police sirens sounded outside. While Ron was chasing the robber, Dave had already called the police. Ron gave Bullet a fake hug and walked out.

Originally, his last question just now was not such a nonsensical question, but he planned to ask, what is the contact information between the robber and the mole?

But just when he was about to speak, Ron keenly noticed through the broken glass on the ground that there was a blurry figure behind him, facing his back.

So the words that just came to his lips were swallowed back by him, and turned into a ghostly question and answer like a perverted murderer teasing him to death.

It has to be said that Ron perfectly captured the temperament of a perverted murderer, whether it was his movements, expressions or tone of voice.

"Arthur, I think we can call it a day early. I found out that the security captain of Fortis Security has a problem with his bullet. Yes, that's right, it's Hank's former colleague."

After finishing taking notes under a false identity at the police station, Ron called Arthur directly. Ron was now 100% sure that there was something wrong with this bullet, and the next step was how to expose him.

"I know that there are definitely no good people involved with Hank, such as his brother-in-law. What should we do next? Boss? Arrest him directly?" While Arthur complained, he also did not forget to retaliate.

But what he said couldn't be wrong. Hank's brother-in-law, Mr. White, was indeed selling drugs before. It's quite ironic when you think about it. A relative of the anti-narcotics policeman actually sold drugs.

"No, that's too rough. Recently, some people have been complaining about the roughness of our IRS law enforcement. We might as well try a new trick this time." Ron thought for a while: "I believe they will take action again, and maybe they will try to I will join their gang, and when the time comes we will find an opportunity to catch him and get all the stolen goods."

Ron killed people in front of bullets, which was equivalent to giving him a good handle. Coupled with Ron's skills, if he expressed his desire for money at the right time, the other party might offer him an olive branch.

Even if Ron's assumptions were wrong, they would be able to take precautions the next time they acted.

Ron felt that this robbery was more of a test, and it wouldn't be long before they do it next time.

"It's all up to you, BOSS. I just hope this can end soon."