The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 230 Who is Huaxia?
One by one, the Irish soldiers opened fire and rushed towards the British barracks. The British's counterattack seemed so weak in the constant attacks from all directions.

At the right time, Ron pretended to be shot and rolled back to the grass where Guan Yuming was hiding.

"Quick, turn on the stereo! Turn it off!" Ron shouted in a low voice.

"Audio? You don't want to play the theme song of "Braveheart", right?" Guan Yuming pressed the switch, and sure enough, the music of "Braveheart" passed through the high-power speakers placed nearby, and the sound of Irish bagpipes was heard It's all over the place.

He feels that Ron is a wonderful flower, but now he pins all his hopes of avenging his daughter on Ron. The most important thing is that, at least until now, all of Ron's seemingly unreliable plans have failed. it works!

"If there is no BGM, and there is a ghost battle, look, are they working harder?" Ron observed the situation on the battlefield with satisfaction.

At this point, the Irish had completely gained the upper hand, beating the British to the point where they couldn't lift their heads. Ron even saw that the Irish even drove two tanks out of the forest!
You know, this is just an ordinary infantry barracks for maintaining law and order. At best, there are only a few armored vehicles for transporting troops. Once the tanks come out, the battle situation is basically locked.

"The Irish won." The fierce battlefield ignited Guan Yuming's green years in the artillery fire, and murmured.

"Win, but also lost," Ron had already started to pack up his equipment: "Soon, they will get support from military camps in other places, forming a climate, and by then it can no longer be described as a terrorist attack, but a local rebellion .

At that time, the British army would naturally tell them with an iron fist why their ancestors were willing to allow Northern Ireland to be established and join the Commonwealth of Nations. However, that has nothing to do with us, our goal has been achieved. "

Continuing serious provocations against the British under the guise of the IRA was exactly what Mycroft demanded so that the London gentlemen he represented could put political pressure on the Irish to surrender more autonomy.

It's just that McCoff didn't say how far Ron would make trouble. This move just fit into Ron's arms. As soon as he and the CIA got together, they created a scene of the Irish uprising for them to see.

Ron has every reason to respond if he asks, you made me do it, no?

But Ron's phone hasn't rang yet.

It is impossible for McCoff, who is in charge of an important British intelligence agency, to not know about such a big matter, but he hasn't made a phone call yet, so he obviously knows what rascal words Ron will use to fool him.

"Where are we going now?" Guan Yuming asked while driving.

"Of course to Hannes' manor, I think, you must know the location of his manor, right?"

"Of course!" Guan Yuming agreed excitedly, stepping on the gas pedal a little harder.

"Now that the Irish and the British are having a quarrel, that cunning old fox will honestly hide in his manor at this time to show his innocence, and wants to express that this incident has nothing to do with him."

"Then we go directly to the manor to find him?"

"No," Ron turned on the navigation on his mobile phone: "Let's go to this place first, and change into a British soldier's uniform first, and then, the script of the British special forces war with 007."

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Lime Hennessy's manor is located on the outskirts of the forest in Carlow County, surrounded by a large pasture. It is more appropriate to say it is a more luxurious farm than a manor.

There is even a special cowshed. According to Ron's information, there are at least 100 cows in this farm, but the staff and the security personnel transferred by Hannis are no more than [-]. From this, Ron started again. Moved a crooked brain.

"Guan, have you read Sun Tzu's Art of War?" Ron stepped back from the observation position and said excitedly.

Guan Yuming looked confused, why, just finished talking about "Historical Records" and started talking about "Sun Tzu's Art of War"?So, are you a Chinese or am I a Chinese? !
How do you feel that Huaxia Wenhua, a foreign devil, knows better than me, a Chinese?Guan Yuming felt that Ron was not serious.

A serious foreign devil can at most learn a few Chinese dialects that don't sound like a donkey's lips, so as to deceive Mu Yanggou about X, who should learn those things hard?

"Well, it seems that you haven't read it, it's a pity, it's a good military book," Ron sighed disappointed when he saw that Guan Yuming didn't reply for a long time.

"I haven't seen it, what are you going to do?"

Ron pointed to the location of the cowshed: "Look over there, because the smell of the cowshed is stronger, that old fox who loves to enjoy built the cowshed outside the manor, I guess there should be no one guarding it, even if there is, it can be easily Done."

"And then?" Guan Yuming was still a little confused about Ron's train of thought.

"Then we wrapped these plastic bombs around the cows, drove them to the manor, and detonated them with a remote control device. If I remember correctly, this trick is called the fire cow trick in Sun Tzu's Art of War?"

"Well, I did hear this story told to me by my elders when I was a child, but what's the use of it? Isn't our goal to kill Hannis? Isn't he running away after making such a big commotion?" Guan Yuming shook his head and asked Objections.

"Run? Where can he run? With his skills, does he really dare to run into the forest alone? That's the way he sent himself to the door. He has read your profile and knows that you were born in The greatest army in the world, no one wants to fight guerrilla in the forest with someone from that army, believe me, no one!"

Ron shook his head confidently: "So, he will definitely take the bodyguards to the main entrance, and we just need to make a few traps on the road, wait for him and the others to drive on the road, and then... BOOM!"

Ron licked his lips bloodthirstyly, he was already a little impatient with his own vision.

Well, after experiencing so much fire and blood, Ron had to admit that he did seem to have some early symptoms of psychopathy, but he didn't think it was a bad thing.

On the battlefield, there is no room for hesitation. Kindness to the opponent is cruelty to oneself. Ron also relied on this to shoot without hesitation so many times when the villain began to pretend to be pitiful. counterattack.

On the contrary, his former teammate of Notre Dame was not so lucky.

"Okay, let's get started, you go fix the cowshed, I'll set traps on the highway, remember, don't forget to paint your face thicker, so that even if it is caught by the camera, it will be difficult for the algorithm to recognize Reveal your true identity."

(End of this chapter)