The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 229 Irish Hing, King Hennessy

When talking about British foreign policy, the first thing everyone thinks of is balance of power diplomacy.

Since the British territory is isolated from the European continent, the best way for such a country is to fall into a never-ending cannibalism within the continent, so that he can always rely on the status of a referee and a supplier. get the benefit.

The long-term overlord of Continental Europe has been wandering back and forth between France and Germany. If one side is weak, he will give it a hand. If both sides are weak, he certainly doesn't mind losing his job as a referee and going off the field to reap the benefits himself.

As the son of Britain, the United States, of course, has learned this skill well and changed its name to isolationism. Therefore, if the British father is in trouble, it would be too unfilial for a son not to take advantage of it.

It really complied with the words of a netizen who called himself too much an otaku: New and old shit-stirring sticks, one stick matches the other.

The above is the general content of international politics that Ron is telling Guan.

"I don't understand, even if it's like this, why do we have to dress like this? Is it possible to avenge Lime Hannes in this way?" Guan Yuming lay in the grass, uncomfortably tugging at his military uniform .

At first glance, this military uniform looks a bit like a British military uniform, but if older British people see this dress, it will definitely bring back bad memories for them.

This is a military uniform of the Irish Republican Army, and the place where they are located is in the grass not far from the British barracks at the border of Ireland and Northern Ireland.

As we all know, the six counties in northern Ireland are politically called Northern Ireland, and they are still under the direct jurisdiction of the United Kingdom, while the 28 counties in the south were formally established as a republic in 1937 and joined the Commonwealth of Nations.

"Because only by dressing like this can we muddy the water as much as possible, understand?" Ron put down the binoculars and said casually.

"I still don't understand." Guan Yuming shook his head.

"No, you'll understand right away, since Lyme Hennessy likes power, secretly ordered this terrorist attack, and wants to use it as a threat to get the British government to give him more power, then we simply do it Good job, give him a hand, and more than he wants."

Ron smiled kindly, and Guan Yuming suddenly had some bad premonitions: "What are you going to do? You haven't told me what's in the container that the smuggling ship sent you the day before yesterday?"

Ron’s actions the night before yesterday seemed unreasonable to Guan Yuming. They sent two boxes, one large and one small, like smuggling. The small box was disassembled, and there were weapons inside, but the big container was sent by Ron to the nearby forest by truck. hid.

"Ah? You mean that? Of course it's fish~ and it's the best tuna."

"Tuna?" Guan Yuming was a little puzzled.

"I said, you don't think that the CIA will send me to work alone for such a big operation?" Ron said with a smile: "Besides us, there are many intelligence personnel lurking in Ireland to cooperate with us. Among them Someone was even responsible for feeding the Irish barracks in the area.

That box is for them. I have left them the location coordinates in code. I think, those fish have been served on the table by the soldiers of the Irish Army now, right? "

Guan Yuming was even more confused. At this moment, he suddenly discovered that the thermal imaging detector he had placed in the forest had an unusual response: "Ron, there are people in the forest! Let's go!"

"Don't worry, it's our own." Ron smiled even more.

"My own?" Guan Yuming was even more confused.

"Guan, you are from China, right?" Guan Yuming nodded, and Ron continued, "Then I think you may have read "Historical Records". Have you read Chapter 48, Chen She's Family?"

Guan Yuming nodded blankly, but still felt that an American dragged him to talk about "Historical Records" in the straw seat in the middle of the night.

"Those tunas are of course not ordinary tunas. They are specially processed by me. Each piece of fish has a small note stuffed with special paper, with the slogan 'Irish Hing, King Hannes' written on it, as well as the location here. , tonight is the first step of their uprising."

Ron pointed his finger at the forest, and the detectors detected more and more people: "Look, those are the lovely Irish soldiers who tend to be independent. Tonight will definitely become a highlight in the history of Irish independence!"

Both Rhyme Hennessy and his wife were from well-known Irish families, and he himself was a former member of the Irish Republican Army. He was quite prestigious in Ireland, and his name could just be borrowed.

"Madman, you are simply a lunatic!" Guan Yuming was shocked by Ron's unconstrained plan. He never imagined that the revenge plan of such a small person as himself indirectly contributed to the tide of the Irish independence uprising.

"But why haven't they moved yet?" After the excitement, Guan Yuming asked strangely.

"First, they are still doubting the authenticity of the matter." Ron picked up the unused Cloud Explosion Bazooka from the ground last time, and began to aim at the opposite barracks.

Guan Yuming imitated the example and also picked up the bazooka.

"Second, like all major historical events, such as Sarajevo, they still need a fuse. At least, they are still waiting for the brave man who dared to shoot the first shot. So, what are we waiting for?"

"Whoosh! Whoosh!" Two rockets hit the British barracks one after the other, dragging their long tail flames.

"boom!"

Two small mushroom clouds were blown up in the barracks, and the alarm bells rang out, and the searchlights immediately swept around in an attempt to find the attacker.

And right here, Guan Yuming, who was lying down, suddenly saw Ron make an unusual movement.

Ron, who painted his face in green, white and orange, was the Irish national, and suddenly took out a flag with Mel Gibson's head embroidered on it from the ground and rushed towards the barracks.

"FREE DOOM!"

The people in the forest didn't move at all, but the bullets in the barracks came at him first. Ron was beaten so much that he ran around like a mouse, and finally found a chance to jump back into the grass under the road.

"FXXK, these Irish bastards, why didn't they react at all?" Ron cursed.

Guan Yuming covered his face: "Irish uprising, what are you doing with Mel Gibson's head?"

"Braveheart! Haven't you seen it? I thought it would inspire their national courage."

"William Wallace is Scotch."

Ron was dumbfounded.However, he quickly found an Irish flag from among the flags on the ground, and took advantage of Guan Yuming's shooting and tugging to rush out again.

"Long live the Republic of Ireland!"

"Ireland Xing, King Hannes!" Gunshots rang out in the forest, and the passionate soldiers who came everywhere for their ideals finally began to respond.

(End of this chapter)