Daily life of an American TV drama agent

A cannonball hit the mound next to the bunker, and the mud splashed all over Ron. Ron spat out a mouthful of mud and said viciously: "What else can I do? Of course I did it to him!"

Of course, Ron talks about being fierce, but in fact he can only do nothing about this situation. He lacks heavy weapons and equipment, and lacks enough experienced combatants. Guangping, he and a few elite veterans, no matter how strong they are, I have to rely on them. Fighting against armored vehicles with flesh and blood is simply a fantasy!

Of course Ron also understood this, so he was prepared early: "Leng Feng, Leng Feng, did you send the video back? What did you say?"

Long before today's battle began, Ron had asked Leng Feng to contact the warships preparing to take the expatriates back home, informing the warships that they did not need to send helicopters to pick them up, and reported that rebels were attacking and massacring the expatriates. As long as they could provide a powerful If the evidence proves this, the warships will be authorized to use long-range firepower to support them.

This is Ron's greatest reliance on four elite veterans and a dozen amateur military personnel to fight against well-trained mercenaries.

At this moment, everything that happened here was being transmitted back to the Chinese warship in real time through the cameras that had been set up, and was relayed to the United Nations. Dad never expected that after this battle, he would become completely famous in the international community.

If it was before, he might be a little happy, because becoming famous means more employers and higher commissions for her, but now it is not a good thing.

This live broadcast was directly submitted to the United Nations as evidence, and then the resolution allowing the use of violent means to protect the interests of the country's citizens was quickly transmitted back to the warship through channels.

"Search for signals immediately and determine the target location."

The commander gave the order. The soldiers who had already watched the live video and were filled with anger quickly began to take action. Immediately, the coordinates of the factory and the locations of the mercenary branches near the factory were transmitted back to the screen in front of the commander. .

"Report! The mobile phone location has been locked."

"Report! Target locked."

The captain and deputy captain inserted the missile launch key into the keyhole and turned it, and the missile hatch on the warship opened.

The adjutant walked up to the store manager and stood at attention, saluting: "Report! All launch preparations have been completed, please give instructions!"

"Fire!" the captain almost roared.

Following his order, six medium-range tactical missiles flew out from the warship and shot straight into the air. After rising to a sufficient height, they turned and flew towards the factory.

Outside the factory, relying on the tactics of alternating cover by anti-aircraft artillery vehicles and tanks step by step, the mercenaries quickly pushed the front line to less than 300 meters outside the factory, which was the effective strike range of the 40-fire.

But even so, Ron still had nothing to do with them, because his father ordered the two tanks to stop very thiefly. The machine gunner leaned out of the tank and formed a dense firepower with the anti-aircraft gun truck, and then the infantry continued to fire under the fire. Push forward under cover.

At the factory, as long as the anti-tank team pokes their heads in the air, they will be beaten into pieces immediately.

"MD! I'll fight them!" The second-generation rich man picked up a rocket launcher at his feet and was about to go out and fight the mercenaries. Ron, with quick eyesight and quick hands, grabbed him by the back of his collar and knocked him to the ground.

"Don't be an idiot on the battlefield, okay? Look at their firepower. Do you think they will give you a chance to fight? As soon as you showed up, you were beaten to pieces by their anti-aircraft guns!"

Old God Ron was already on the pile of rocks behind the bunker. If it weren't for the sound of gunfire around him, just looking at his expression, one would have thought he was on vacation at the beach: "Do you know what caliber their anti-aircraft guns are? 20mm ! If this kind of bullet hits the body, it won’t even leave you with a whole body, it will explode into a pile of minced meat. Just ask some of your father’s illegitimate sons to come over and collect the body for you~”

"Then what can we do? Why don't we just sit here and wait to die!" the rich second generation said angrily.

"Of course not," Ron raised his head to use a telescope to observe the opponent's movements, and was immediately hit by a string of bullets. Ron quickly retracted his head, but the bullets only left a series of bullet holes in the wall behind him.

"Have you ever seen movies about World War II? Those about the Battle of Stalingrad? No matter how fierce the German tank fire is, if you want to really occupy a place, it will ultimately be a battle between infantry and infantry, so the German army had to fight with the Soviet Red Army at Stalingrad. One building on the other side of the street is competing with each other, do you understand what I mean?

If you really want to fight hard, just wait until they enter the factory and then fight in the streets. Things like tanks are useless at all and can only be living targets, but we may not need to fight so brutally. "

"Why?" the rich second generation asked in confusion.

"Because there is a country behind you that is getting stronger and stronger."

After finishing speaking, Ron picked up the walkie-talkie and tuned to Leng Feng's channel: "The mercenaries are coming soon. Is your live video really sent out? Is the footage you gave them not brutal enough? Otherwise, you go again The kitchen makes some ketchup or something to smear on your face, and the sales are miserable, and you can see if you can make them hurry up?"

"No need, I've already..." Leng Feng was about to explain something to Ron when he suddenly heard a burst of sound from the sky. Leng Feng looked up and saw six missiles approaching them rapidly in the air. His face couldn't help but reveal A relieved smile: "They have arrived."

The last sentence was completely redundant. The sound of missiles flying at subsonic speed was so loud that Ron could see it even without him having to say it. At that moment, he immediately turned around the live camera filming the battlefield next to him and put his handsome face close to it. Go to the camera and say in pure Chinese: "Thank you Lao Tie for the rocket, Lao Tie, 666!"

Compared with Ron's excitement, the mercenaries felt an unknown emotion in their hearts. Although they were already the most powerful mercenaries in Africa, no matter how powerful they were, they were not powerful enough to possess missiles. This was A real powerful weapon is not something that small mercenaries like them can obtain.

In fact, in addition to the Wuchang countries, many other non-Wuchang countries have this kind of big treasure. Even India, known as the world's third military power, although it also has this big treasure, after it goes to the sky, they themselves don't know where to fly. So it doesn't count.

"Drive quickly!" Seeing the missiles getting closer and closer, Dad's expression changed, and he sucked the back of the driver's seat in front of him hard. The mercenary who was driving in front of him immediately started the car and turned around, but it was still a step too late.

"boom!"

The six missiles detonated immediately after they landed, setting off a small mushroom cloud in front of the factory. The mercenaries who had been slowly recommended to the factory were knocked upside down by the explosion. There was even a tank that was overturned by the airflow generated by the explosion and fell to the ground. Become a piece of scrap metal.

The father who was so arrogant just now was even more unlucky. The car was at the center of one of the missile explosions. Not far away, the airflow generated by the explosion also blew their car over, and the hood of the convertible off-road vehicle was accidentally knocked over. On one of his legs.

"Ah!" Dad howled like a pig, but at this moment, no mercenary had the idea to help him. They were all stunned by the explosion just now. Fortunately, the mercenary named under the fort was killed by the explosion just now. The soldier immediately turned his head and fled the battlefield as fast as he could risk his life.

The speed of escape fully demonstrated the racial talent of black people in sports. In less than a minute, the originally densely packed mercenary army had completely escaped, leaving only the mutilated corpses and the wounded who were covering their wounds and howling miserably. .

"Now I understand why the sprint champions are all black. It turns out that this is how they are trained." The rich second generation was stunned.

Ron shook his head: "Tch~ They just have a slight advantage in sprint events. Compared with endurance events, such as long-distance running, you yellow people, such as Koreans, are the best."

The rich second generation looked back in shock: "How come I haven't heard of any Korean long-distance running champions?"

"Just go back and ask your elders who have fought in the war."

Ron waved his hand to a car, and the rich second generation drove to the battlefield together. Lao He and his security team had already taken the lead and disarmed the wounded mercenaries. Zheng confiscated the weapons while giving these wounded a limited number of of humanitarian assistance.

However, something unusual happened when the weapons were confiscated to Dad. When Bourne took the pistol from Dad and removed the bullet, his eyes were immediately attracted by the unique pattern on the bullet casing, and he frantically removed the gun from his collar. Pull out the necklace.

The pattern of the bullet shell hanging on the necklace is exactly the same as the pattern of the bullet in his hand: "It's you!"

The unexpected incident attracted Leng Feng. Just as he was about to stop Bourne, his eyes were attracted by the bullet. Immediately, two fists fell on Dad at the same time.

"Oh my god, how could they beat the wounded?!" Rachel, who was bandaging the wounded, saw this and immediately stood up to stop them. As soon as she took a step, Ron blocked her.

"Do what you should do. This matter is purely personal and has nothing to do with you."

"But..." Rachel still wanted to struggle, but was stopped by Ron's fierce glare?

"Nothing but, that guy personally killed Leng Feng and Bourne's girlfriend, no matter what they did? I believe there are sufficient reasons."

Ron whispered something to the second-generation rich man. The second-generation rich man nodded and turned around. He led Ron and the three of them into a small room in the factory and locked them inside.

"Everyone pack your things, we will reissue it in an hour, and you will go home soon!" The rich second generation turned to face his workers and said, and everyone burst into cheers.

Just when Ron's side had just won the victory in the factory defense battle, unlike the smoke-filled battlefield on their side, far away in California, USA, in their apartment in Pasadena, Sheldon and Amy were making wedding arrangements. planning.

"Okay, Amy, it's your turn. The next decision is..." Sheldon tapped on the laptop on the table, and the lottery interface like a slot machine immediately started.

"Come on! I want the first dance, the first dance!" I love you staring at the turntable expectantly, but in the end, the pointer stopped at the invitation column.

"It's an invitation. This is not bad. I can give you a personal suggestion. The robot from Star Wars emits a holographic projection. What do you think?" Sheldon said with great expectation.

"Thank you for your input, but it was my decision, and I decided the invitation would look like it was written in Old English calligraphy on Egyptian papyrus."

Amy wrote on the whiteboard with great anticipation.

"Well, it's an interesting mix, just like the French foie gras stuffed dumplings Ron bought last time, without any pretense."

Sheldon was starting to feel a little unhappy, but Amy didn't notice it at all. She still hit the lottery button again with excitement: "It's your turn! It's so interesting. I can't believe that others say planning a wedding is the most important thing in life." One of the most stressful things.”

"Yeah, there's never been a day when I wasn't surprised that we are so much better than others." Sheldon agreed.

After they took turns to draw a few more rounds, they had basically selected all the aspects of the wedding and chose what they liked. Sheldon got up from the sofa and walked to the whiteboard: "Come on, let's See what our wedding is going to be like?”

"I'll be riding in a Little House on the Prairie-style carriage."

"We will then be greeted by the Stormtrooper honor guard from Star Wars."

When Sheldon finished speaking, Amy immediately felt something was wrong: "Wait a minute, do you think this style is too weird? Jumping from the western pioneer style to space**."

"I understand what you mean," Sheldon pondered for a moment: "You are thinking that you should ride a replica of the Star Wars landspeeder when you enter the venue, right?"

"I'm not thinking about this! To save you trouble by the way, I tell you that I will never have such thoughts in my life."

"Well, if the usher is that important to you, how about we make a deal? You pick the usher and I get to decide the first dance."

It is said that weddings are the most grand ceremony in a woman's life. In order to prevent her wedding from being a mixture of western pioneers and space wars, Amy thought for a while and finally nodded in agreement.

"Okay, then my cousins ​​in pioneer clothes will be the greeters."

"Then there will be no first dance." Sheldon erased it with an eraser and wrote the text in the first dance grid.

Amy's anger suddenly surged up, and she immediately counterattacked: "Of course, in this case, instead of throwing confetti at our wedding, how about putting butterflies instead?"

"Insects flying everywhere in the air? Are you crazy!"

Sheldon hates and is afraid of all insects, and Amy just doesn't want to make things easier for him. Sheldon glared at Amy in anger, and Amy stared back not to be outdone.

Just when the two of them were in a stalemate, staring at each other, the door of the apartment opened and Ron walked in with his suitcase.

"Finally home~ Good evening, my dear brother and sister-in-law, I heard that you have started planning your wedding? How is the plan going?"