The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 316

The passageway of the base had already been cleaned up during the bombardment just now, leaving only the stumps and internal organs torn apart by the shrapnel. It looked disgusting, but no one cared about these now.

Toretto followed Ron's order, flicked his tail, and parked the pickup truck at one of the passage openings. When the button was pressed, the 107MM rocket launcher in the cargo compartment behind the pickup truck rose, and the tails of each rocket shot out orange. The fire, the terrorists in the small passage had just emerged, and before they had time to see the license plate number of the pickup truck outside, they were horrified to see the rockets getting closer and closer to their eyes, and then...

boom!
The flames of the explosion instantly filled the narrow space in the passage, and the terrorists who had just turned around the corner were engulfed by the raging flames before they could fire a single shot.

At the same time, similar situations were repeated in several other small passages, and Eggsy was dumbfounded: "Isn't this too violent? Wait! Aren't you afraid that this will hurt the hostages?

Many celebrities, nobles, scholars and other important people have disappeared in Europe recently, if the explosion just now hurt them..."

"This is really a problem," Ron pondered for a moment, opened the door and jumped out of the car, took out a can of spray paint from under the seat, and sprayed it on the wall of the aisle under Eggsy's puzzled gaze.

After he finished spraying, Eggsy connected the letters written by Ron and spelled, and almost vomited blood to death in the car.

I saw that the words Ron spurted blood on the wall were connected together, which meant exactly: "Killer, so is the ace agent!"

The font is elegant and has a bit of a quack atmosphere. If Ron wrote Chinese characters, it would even give people a feeling of Water Margin.

Of course, in the eyes of a few uneducated white people like Eggsy, there is only one word to evaluate, and that is "good dick"!
But Eggsy has another feeling, that is, he has a big head. Now he finally understands what kind of virtue is the unruly American in McCoff's mouth: "Hey! These are obviously done by your people, Why should it be counted on our trump card agent?!"

Ron turned his head and approached Eggsy a few steps. The fledgling kid was so frightened that he backed up again and again until poor Eggsy backed up to the car door.

They are all his people here, shouldn't even me be killed as a terrorist?Eggsy thought in fear.

Fortunately, after Ron forced him to the car door, he didn't take the next step, but raised a finger:
"First, I don't call you hello, I'm Ron Lee Cooper; second, this is your trump card agent thinking about your own business. If I didn't owe you a favor, I wouldn't go into this muddy water at all. Anyway, I don't have any in my family." Get their free chip, so get it, kid?"

Ron held a revolver in his hand, played it back and forth and looked at Eggsy, the threat in his eyes was self-evident: "Now it's time to see your performance, come on, little rookie."

Ron slapped the pistol into Eggsy's hand, and strolled in along a passage like an old man walking in the park with his hands behind his back, while Eggsy remained where he was, still in shock.

If it weren't for the bloody corpses in the passage, Eggsy would have thought he was taking a walk.

Hank kindly snarled at him: "Boy, why don't you hurry up and follow?"

Eggsy nodded, took out his big backpack from the car, and hurriedly followed.

After a round of bombardment, the others, according to Ron's order, were in charge of a passageway in two groups, each with a machine gun to block there, and no one was allowed to pass through.

"Mr. Ron, here is your gun." Eggsy chased after Ron.

"No, that's for you, I'll just use this." Then, Ron pulled out his usual Smith & Wesson m500 revolver from the holster on the other side.

Because of the lack of power a few times before, Ron took out the large-caliber pistol at the beginning this time. This time, he won't be unable to wear the bulletproof vest again, right?
"According to the structural diagram of this military stronghold, Valentine is likely to be in these two places." Ron drew a circle on the map: "Now we are divided into two groups. If anyone meets If that bastard Valentine said, he'd be shot dead."

But Eggsy, who got the map from Ron, didn't even move: "What if I meet Valentine's men before I meet him again?"

"Do you still need me to teach you? Of course, I see one and kill the other."

"Just the two of us?"

"No, to be precise, one person singles out a group to see who arrives first."

As he said that, Ron kicked Eggsy's ass and kicked him into another aisle. He continued to walk along the current route until he walked a long way and heard bursts of noise coming from the aisle. Only after the sound of footsteps did I take out my phone: "Peggy, have you got the system ready?"

Of course, Ron couldn't come in without thinking. Before he set off, he had arranged for Peggy to invade Valentine's system.

As long as Valentine wants to drive everyone crazy with a free SIM card through his cell signal, he has to be connected to the Internet, and in the online world, Peggy is the real queen.

"Call me dear."

Ron was stunned: "Peggy, have you prepared your dear system?"

Peggy was furious: "Do you believe that I will blow your head off with those soldiers?"

"I don't have a brain-exploding chip," Ron muttered under his breath, deciding not to tease Peggy again: "Well, dear Ms. Peggy, can you fix that damned system now? "

"Of course, but don't forget the compensation you promised to give me. I'll wait for you in Texas."

Peggy, who was hiding in her pink boudoir, tapped the Enter key, and on Valentine's computer, the system that had been stagnant suddenly loaded quickly.

Stronghold command room.

"What's the situation? I haven't touched it yet, it started to run by itself," Valentine frantically pressed back and forth on the screen, but it didn't work: "Wait! Wait! He's going to explode It is not the heads of low-level people who use free cards, but the heads of high-level people! No, absolutely not like this! Find a way to stop it!"

Valentine yelled at the secretary next to him. The secretary kicked the computer screen, and the steel spikes on his feet pierced the computer screen.

Valentine was shocked: "What are you doing?"

"Didn't you tell me to stop it?"

"10, 9, 8..." Outside the command room, various celebrities invited by Valentine to the safe zone have already started counting down joyfully with the voice of the radio: "3, 2, 1... 0!"

"boom!"

At the end of the countdown, everyone's cheerful expressions suddenly stopped at this moment, and then their heads swelled uncontrollably until they exploded, and a gorgeous firework burst out from above the neck.

(End of this chapter)