The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 154
"Boss, we are being followed!" Heinrich's men shouted in horror from the intercom.

"Is it those two idiot agents?" Heinrich's mouth curled up with a trace of cruelty: "You don't need to report this kind of trivial matter to me, just kill them, and then find a place to kill this stupid woman."

"No, it's someone I don't know, he..." The subordinate's voice suddenly became frightened: "He still has a bazooka! Fire it! Idiot! FXXK! Fire it!"

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, and turn right now!" Ron directed Carl to complete a beautiful flick to avoid the scrapped front car, loaded the RPG again and leaned out the window.

The bazooka was aimed at the second car.

"Go to hell!" "Kill him!"

However, the car in front was not to be outdone, and the two fearless subordinates also leaned out of the car window to fight back, but the shaking car restricted their performance.

The bullets almost hit the air, and Ron was unscathed, as if he was going for a ride, he continued to aim calmly, looking for opportunities, and the terrorists in the car ahead were so frightened that his palms broke out in cold sweat.

But the more nervous, the more inaccurate the shooting, and even Ron didn't hurt a hair.

"Tch, just this can be called an international terrorist, how dirty is this name now?" Ron sneered, questioning the level of the CIA again, his fingers moved slightly.

"Boom!" The second car was also thrown 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 the direction.

"Get out of the way." Ron dropped the bazooka and regained control of the car.

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

I'm so sorry~
Ron couldn't help but envy his Russian counterparts.

It would have been nice if this had been in Russia, just one more rocket launch would have ended the battle, and all hostage casualties could have been treated as normal wear and tear, and those who were a bit snarky could even be treated 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 can actually participate in it himself, it's like a dream!
"What else can I do, stop their car, kill those bastards, and rescue that stupid woman." Ron said angrily.

He was the worst at rescuing hostages.

"His rockets are finished, quick! Go out with the gun and kill him!" Heinrich kicked his men angrily. He was going crazy. Most of the most elite men folded in.

This is all his hard work!
If Ron could hear his inner voice, he would probably laugh out loud. How about being an elite?That's it?
"Da da, da da da..."

People stretched out from both sides of the SUV and started shooting at Ron with a rifle. Ron immediately pushed Carl's head down, while he turned the steering wheel and avoided bullets through coquettish moves one after another.

Despite this, Ron's front windshield was shattered.

"Boss, what should we do in this situation?" Carl's voice was full of excitement instead of Sihao's fear.

Ron finally determined that this kid was born to eat this bowl of rice. Even if he didn't become an agent, he would definitely go farther and farther on the road of crime and become a big man no less than Uncle Fried Chicken.

"Lesson 500 of the Secret Service Classroom," Ron said, of course it was impossible for him to be nervous. He held the steering wheel in one hand, and pulled out the M[-] high-power revolver from his waist with lightning speed with the other hand.

"Bang! Bang!" Two shots, the heads of the two terrorists exploded like watermelons, and before Carl could even see Ron's shooting action, the two of them were gone, and the gun in Ron's hand was like a magic trick Put it back in the holster as if it had never been moved.

"Lesson [-] of the Secret Service Classroom, marksmanship. As long as you have a good marksmanship, you can do whatever you want on the battlefield." Luo Ensihao was not afraid of spoiling the children, so he uttered quips.

"Boss, your marksmanship is amazing!" Carl turned into star-eyed: "Can you teach me your marksmanship?"

Karl's appearance reminded him of his former self. He had also longed to learn marksmanship from an old man who was about the same age as Karl now.

"Of course, as long as you endure hardships, there is no other trick to marksmanship, only hard practice. When the shell casings you have fired are stacked up to be taller than you, you can be regarded as a still. A decent gunslinger."

Old Jack said so, and Ron did the same, as if he had completed a inheritance through time and space.

"No problem." Carl nodded emphatically, making up his mind: "My future salary can be bought as bullets."

"No need, I'm planning to rent out the warehouse next door to the company and transform it into a shooting range. Shooting by myself is free." Ron said indifferently.

The car in front ran away in a panic, and immediately drove the car to the uninhabited road under maintenance. Ron finally found a chance to get off the phone, stepped on the accelerator, and suddenly drew his gun when he was approaching crazily.

"Bang bang!" The front two rear tires were punctured, shaking violently from left to right, and a long string of sparks was drawn from the rear of the car on the ground. Ron seized the opportunity, shot him to death, and slammed into the rear of the car hard , an American-style stop, crashing the car directly to the side of the road.

"Don't look up!" Ron pushed Carl onto 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!" As if seeing a ghost, the men pointed their guns at Ron tremblingly, terrified in their hearts, he had never seen such a wicked marksman.

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

"Now lay down your arms and kneel beside 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 yelled after hiding behind the woman.

"I'm not talking to you." Gentleman Ron's words were like the call of Satan, and his warm eyes were fixed on Lauren's eyes: "Ma'am, do you mind if I dirty your pretty face?"

Lauren, who was strangled by Heinrich, couldn't speak, and could only shake her head with difficulty.

The instant her head shook, Ron moved too.

"boom!"

Obviously it was two gunshots, but because the time was too close, it sounded like one. The two headless corpses fell stiffly. face.

When she finds out what it is.

"Ah~~~" A shrill scream shook Ron's eardrums.

(End of this chapter)