The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 322 The enemy is in Los Angeles

After taking down the window, Arthur was the first to get out, and Ron took a spare set of ropes and got out through the window.

The floor Arthur chose was the 54th floor, and he only needed to climb 4 more floors to reach the top floor of the 58th floor, which is the rooftop swimming pool where the target character swims.

Although Ron doesn't know why these so-called big men like to exercise in such a unique place, it doesn't prevent him from sticking the iron hook into the gap between the windows, and then following Arthur one by one Click to climb up.

This route was chosen by Arthur when he stepped on the spot. From bottom to top, no one in these floors was working, and the two of them walked all the way to the bottom of the swimming pool.

"Give me the sucker," Arthur stretched out his hand, "You know you don't have to come up with it."

"Of course I know. I'm just curious about the kind of work you do. I want to experience it personally. After all, it's not easy to witness the work of a famous mechanic..."

"Hush!" Arthur put his index finger near his mouth, gestured for silence, and then pointed upwards. Ron looked over in a short time, and a bodyguard with a gun was circling around the pool.

"I don't understand, why can't we just kill them all, instead of taking off their pants and farting?" Ron asked again after the bodyguard left.

"If it's just killing people, it's too easy. In the past, many of my clients were able to kill the target by themselves, but they often couldn't afford the chain reaction caused by the target being killed by themselves."

Talking about his expertise, Arthur showed a look of color on his face: "So at this time, I need to appear on the stage, disguise the death of the target as an accident, and save themselves from the fate of being retaliated, and now give that to me. "

Arthur made a hole under the swimming pool, and stretched out his hand to Ron again, and Ron quickly handed over the special potion that Arthur had prepared in advance.

This is a special chemical reagent. After it comes into contact with tempered glass, it will immediately crack and shatter the glass as if under excessive force. The most interesting thing is that after this chemical reagent reacts, there is no residue, even the detection is impossible. Can't detect it.

Sure enough, the mechanic still has two brushes.

On the roof, under the service of his subordinates, Cook, the target person, took off his bathrobe, made a few warm-up moves on the shore, and plunged into the water with a "plop".

After paddling in the water twice, he found that under him, under the glass base of the swimming pool, a bald man and another handsome man were smiling and waving to him.

As a seasoned human trafficker, Cook didn’t know how many times he had been assassinated. Of course he didn’t think that the two people at the bottom of the swimming pool greeted him because they thought he was in good shape. His bodyguards called for help.

But unfortunately Arthur did not give him this chance.

click, click...

The glass at the bottom of the swimming pool is centered on the small hole that Arthur just calculated, and cracks gradually extend outward, and the cracks seem to multiply more and more.

Finally, after being unable to bear the force, there was a "bang", and all of them burst open, forming a hole at the bottom. Everything was swept up by this vortex, rushing towards the hole at the bottom.

"Save... Gu Gu Gu..." Cook only had time to pronounce the first part of the word, and the second half was swallowed by the water in his mouth.

The bodyguards who had already found out that something was wrong were in a hurry, but none of them dared to jump into the water to save Cook, because they all knew that in this case, jumping into the water was tantamount to killing their lives, and it was no different, and Cook opened fire for them. The salary is the highest, but it is far from high enough to make them sell their lives.

"Ah~ah~ah~ bang!"

After screaming through the 58th floor of his life, Cook fell heavily on the ground like a pool of mud, his flesh and blood stuck to the ground tightly, like the most stubborn chewing gum, and he couldn't buckle it at all if he didn't spend a lot of effort. down.

"Bah!" Ron found an Arthur and swung back to the room along the rope, spitting out the chewing gum in his mouth: "I will never eat chewing gum again."

And Arthur had already changed into the cleaner's clothes during the time she complained: "The task is done, we will leave here separately, and you will carefully monitor the movements on my side. After about an hour, I will give Klein made a video call, and you must help me locate Gina when the time comes."

Ron gave Arthur an OK gesture, signaling him to rest assured.

"Billionaire Adrian Cook just fell to his death from the 58th floor after an initial inspection of his Sydney penthouse pool glass broke and authorities concluded it was an accident..."

United States, California, Los Angeles, on a cruise ship outside the port, a grim-faced man was watching a piece of heavy news that had just been broadcast, with a satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth, he patted the bodyguard beside him: "Go and call Arthur .”

"OK." The bodyguard got up and came to a completely enclosed cabin next door. Arthur's fiancée Gina was tied to the chair in the middle, and a camera was facing her. If you don't look at the ropes tied around him , This scene is no different from a live news broadcast.

"Gina, are you okay?" As soon as the video was connected, Arthur immediately stared at the screen and asked with concern.

Although Klein promised to take good care of his girlfriend for him, Arthur couldn't believe what this kind of person said.

"It's okay." Gina just replied, and the camera was immediately re-occupied by the bodyguard who had just untied Gina: "Okay, you and your woman have already seen it, and now I'm going to tell you about the third mission that Klein gave you .

His name is Max Adams, he is a wealthy American arms dealer, he has a mercenary base in California, and he usually stays there..."

While listening to the mission briefing, Arthur kept inquiring about various details to delay time, while staring anxiously at another mobile phone behind the computer. The speed can be a little faster over there...

Jingle~
The phone rang, and a gleam of joy flashed across Arthur's face, Ron got it!
"Okay, I understand, you just wait, I will finish the task soon, but before that, you must help me take care of Gina."

Arthur hung up the video, and immediately picked up the phone impatiently. On the phone, the message sent by Ron only had a coordinate, and the coordinate was input into the map, but it did not belong to any city.

It was a point on the sea more than 100 nautical miles outside the port of Los Angeles, on a large yacht under the name of Crane.

Three days later, at a place not far from the sea, another small yacht inadvertently got closer and closer. Although this small yacht was much smaller in size than Klein's, But there are six full cabins, which are enough to meet the needs of a family for fishing.

But in most cases, it can't even seat six people. For example, now, there is no other person on board except Ron.

In front of Ron, who was fishing at the stern, Arthur's head suddenly popped out of the sea: "BOSS, I think it's a mistake that only the two of us came!"

Just now Arthur used the submersible propeller to sneak himself under Crane's yacht to investigate, and the result of the investigation was very pessimistic: "There are at least twenty people on that boat, and all of them are masters of various weapons. Klein's most capable men, I think, should retreat to the shore and use my method to rescue Gina."

"Then I have to remind you again, I am the boss."

"But……"

"There's nothing wrong with it. You have to support it. There's no way. We can only use the simplest method." Ron waved his hand, indicating that Arthur didn't need to say anything more: "Remember, the maintenance fee of this yacht starts from Your bonus will be deducted, now, let’s take action!”

Arthur dived into the sea again with the submersible thruster, while Ron threw away the fishing rod, got into the cab and restarted the boat.

"Boss, at 45 degrees to port, there is a small yacht approaching us at high speed, should we warn him?" On Klein's yacht, the bodyguard immediately discovered the abnormality of Ron's yacht.

Klein frowned: "No, I think he came here for fishing, so don't make any trouble."

He is now using Arthur's superb assassination skills to kill his third competitor. As long as these three people are successfully cleaned up and no one suspects him, then he will successfully annex these three unlucky people With all the strength, he has become a new giant in the international underground arms trade. Even Yuri, who is the most popular in the United States, is nothing compared to the strength he is about to master.

At that time, he will even be able to influence the US military's equipment procurement contract, and even go a step further, to influence the policies of the White House. Every time he thinks of this, Klein feels that the future is bright.

It's a pity that this good mood didn't last long.

There was a loud bang, and the ship shook violently. It might have almost fallen off the sofa, and it quickly grabbed the armrest next to it: "Asshole! What's going on outside?"

"Boss, that yacht collided with our ship just now, what should we do now?"

A cold expression appeared on Klein's face, he gestured his hand between his neck, and made a decapitation gesture: "Take a few people to see, since some people don't open their eyes, let's send him to God, anyway This is the depths of the sea, and there are sharks in the sea, which can clean up all traces for us."

"Understood, boss."

……

"Sorry, I accidentally fell asleep when the boat was sailing just now," Ron stepped out of the cabin with a pair of slippers on his feet, wearing big pants, a Hawaiian shirt, and a sun hat. Xiang Nu was her bodyguard. They said sorry.

"Your boat is really big. It can take about 50 people, right? It's really rich~" Ron said sourly in an envious tone: "Unlike me, I can only afford this kind of boat to accommodate six people. How much did you pay for this small yacht? The maintenance costs must be very expensive..."

The bodyguard on the yacht showed an impatient look on his face. He was irritated by Ron's chatter, but because of the boss's order not to make extravagance, he could only stare at Ron with invisible anger, as if To swallow Ron in general.

Fortunately, this situation did not last long. In the cabin, the boss's personal bodyguard walked out: "Richard!"

The personal bodyguard called his name, stroked his neck with his hand, and pointed at Ron.

The impatience on the bodyguard's face immediately changed to joy, and he licked his lips bloodthirstyly. Opposite him, the perpetrator, who was still chattering, finally realized something was wrong.

"Wait! What are you going to do?!" Ron squeezed his throat and shouted in horror: "You don't want to use violence against me, do you? Please don't do this. I am willing to compensate for the loss of your yacht. I have A lot of money, even if the money is not enough, I can sell my own boat and give you compensation, please, don't hurt me!"

Ron played with his upper body, pretending to be a victim, and Arthur, who had already swam to the other side of the yacht using the underwater thruster, curled his lips and almost didn't laugh out loud.

This boss is good in everything, but he loves acting too much.

"Let you go? Dare to disturb my siesta, it's so simple, you want me to let you go? Give me all the valuables on your boat? Maybe if it can make me feel better, I can let you go." Horse!" The bodyguard who lifted the shooting ban raised his gun and aimed it at Ron.

The bodyguard said that, but he didn't mean to let Ron go. He just wanted to play with Ron one last time, and squeeze out the last remaining value of it by the way. Like this trick, he used to assassinate himself The target was staged, and the other killers around him were of course familiar with his nature. They burst into laughter and looked at Ron mockingly, intending to see how this poor guy would struggle in the end.

"Valuable things?" Ron lowered his head, the wide brim of the sun hat made it difficult to see the expression on his face, but his tone was indescribably weird: "Is this what you're talking about?"

Ron raised his hand and threw an unknown object at the bodyguard. The bodyguard quickly caught it, but as soon as he saw the thing in his hand, his ghost immediately screamed: "FXXK! It's a grenade!"

The bodyguard threw the grenade into the sea like a hot potato.

"Boom!" The power of the explosion set off a water curtain on the sea.

"MD! How dare you play tricks on me!" The bodyguard just got up from the boat, and immediately looked for Ron's figure on the other side of the boat, but there was no Ron's figure on the other side?
Only two round objects flew towards him, this time they were grenades.

"Again?" Ron didn't throw it at him this time, and he couldn't catch two at a time. In desperation, the bodyguard had to lie down again to avoid the explosion, but this action caught Ron's fancy.

(End of this chapter)