The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 300 Hobbes with moving IQ
The bearded man's head was originally a standard oval shape, but in a blink of an eye, Toretto used a wrench to correct it into a standard square shape. This level of repair...

Tsk tsk, Ron would like to call Toretto the second repairman in the world, because Ron himself is the first. Compared with Toretto, he is better at repairing people, let alone knocking his head into a square, even if you want a hexagon Ron can knock it out for you.

But it's useless even if you want to demonstrate it now, because of the lack of props, under the fierce attack of Ron's mecha, the terrorists finally lost the courage to resist and fled in all directions.

Or go back and find weapons that can deal with Ron's mecha. Ron doesn't believe that a terrorist organization that can take such a secret base from the Russian army will be repelled by such a simple method.

Facts have proved that this is indeed the case. Ron's radar reflects that a huge source of vibration is approaching. If there is no accident, it should be a tank.

"Ramsay, how long will it take for you to finish it?" Ron felt a little dizzy, and began to urge: "If we don't hurry up, we will recruit more troops. I don't want to support a tank platoon by myself."

The tank has always been called the king of land warfare. One of the fundamental reasons is that it is really troublesome and difficult to kill. What's more, it is not one. According to the radar response, there are four. According to the US military Compilation, properly a row.

This is not the kind of team that Owen improvised last time. These people are likely to be professionally trained tankers. No matter how hard Ron's mecha is, it is not hard enough to resist tank shells.

"Give me another 10 minutes! I can regain control of the sub in no time."

10 minutes?The remaining power of the mecha is enough for 8 minutes, and I will give you another 10 minutes, why don't you come and collect my body!

Ron rolled his eyes and could only pin his hopes on Hobbs and his group: "Hobbs, how is the situation over there?"

"Very good...boom...we have entered the interior of the submarine...boom...we are looking for the control chip, wait for us...click...to find the control chip and pull it out and we will be done."

The sounds on Hobbs' side were even more chaotic. In addition to the sound of talking and gunshots, there was also the sound of fists entering the flesh, especially the last click. Ron clearly heard someone's bone was broken.

Of course, it was absolutely impossible for Hobbs's bone to be broken, and Ron could only mourn in silence for the poor terrorist in his heart.

"Looking for a chip? Are you in the control room now?"

"That's right, but there are too many instruments here, too complicated, and Taj doesn't know how to get that damn thing out! Damn it!"

Hobbs killed another terrorist with one punch, and blocked the door like glaring steel, while the terrorists were limited by the orders from above, afraid of destroying the design of the submarine, they hesitated to shoot.

It can only be like the gourd baby saving grandpa, sending them off one by one, turning a good shootout into a wonderful and beautiful UFC.

Of course, this splendor is only in relative terms, and it’s really splendor if you look at the one-sided massacre. Hobbs can use a new posture every time to kill newcomers who dare to come up to provoke.

"Wait! Who asked you to get the chip back? What use do we need that thing?" Ron was extremely embarrassed by Hobbs' sudden emergency IQ.

"Did you bring a grenade? Throw the grenade on the console and blow up the cockpit. Even if Cypher crawls along the network cable, he can't continue playing submarines!"

"It seems to mean that?" Dubbs stroked his bald head, and suddenly realized.

"Then go quickly! I won't talk to you anymore, I can be in trouble again." Ron quickly cut off the communication, because the shock group on the radar was getting closer and closer to him, and the first tank had passed the corner , the thick barrel was aimed in Ron's direction.

Ron looked at the black muzzle of the gun, and his ghosts froze, as if he had seen the scene of the shell shooting from the gun barrel, blowing himself and the mech into pieces, and he kicked hard on the ground.

"Boom!" The tank fired, and the moment the gunfire spewed out of the muzzle, the shells had already flown to Ron's feet, almost brushing the legs of the mecha and hitting the wall behind, just in time for Ron to avoid it dangerously. past.

But before Ron could breathe a sigh of relief, the second tank passed the first tank that had already been fired, and protruded its barrel from behind. At the same time, the radar showed that two other tanks were coming from the house next to Ron. Passing behind him, he made a quick detour behind him.

MD!These terrorists also fucking know tactics!
At this time, Ron's Angel Mecha had already begun to fall.

Although the name is the same as Gundam, Ron deeply understands that this is not a Gundam, but an exoskeleton mecha that looks a bit like it. Ron doesn't think it can be as good as his Gundam, firing shells as if nothing happened.

When the second tank was aiming, Ron saw the timing and suddenly pressed on the wall, and the mecha still in the air was ejected in the opposite direction under the influence of the reaction force.

Just when Ron changed direction, a cannonball flew over the place where he was just now, and it was less than half a meter away from Ron's mech at most. It can be said that he escaped from death.

However, Ron assured that this would be the last time, and he had already thought of a way to break the situation.

The mecha stabbed the saber hard at the wall on the other side, and then quickly turned off the vibration. The saber pierced the wall as easily as piercing a layer of window paper, and then stuck in it.

Ron used the saber as his force point, grabbed the handle of the knife with both hands and swung it vigorously, then his body flew into the air, and after completing a beautiful flip in the air, he jumped up to the top of the three-story building with his hands.

The shooting range of the tank turret is limited, because it is mainly aimed at ground targets, so the upward elevation angle is not very large, let alone the old-fashioned tanks used by terrorists, the elevation angle is at most 45 degrees.

Ron was on the top of the building, so it could be said that he was already invincible. Next, he only needed to kill the four tanks one by one to evacuate safely.

"Boom!" There was a harsh explosion from Ron's communicator, followed by Hobbs' happy voice: "Ron, it's really what you said. After I blew up the control module, the submarine really stopped." Come down, our mission is completed!"

"Very well, now take your people to the control room to pick up Ramsay and the others, and then start to evacuate. Arthur will pick up you for me."

"Retreat, wait, what do you do then?"

"I was fired with two cannonballs in a row. Of course I have to return it, otherwise I will still be messing around on the road!" Ron gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Hank, break their tracks for me!"

(End of this chapter)