The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 348 Winery
Sure enough, the cowboy immediately changed the subject: "Save this to deceive the three-year-old! Now get down on your knees and tell me who you are working for!"

Merlin let go of the hand blocking the wine barrel and was about to explain, but as the wine flowed out, the cowboy looked even angrier, spitting out the chewing gum in his mouth like an arrow, just sticking to the hole in the wine barrel: "This But the old wine in 1963! If it was just a matter of business, it is now a personal grievance!"

Before Ron moved, Eggsy and Merlin looked at each other, and immediately raised their fists on the left and right to attack the cowboy.

But it turns out that the British guy's fighting skills are still a bit poor. Here, Merlin's fist just reached the cowboy's face, but he sideways let it go, and hit Merlin's back by the way, while Eggsy over there His fist had just struck at this time.

The reason why he moved one step slower than Merlin was because the kid took out his gun in a very rude manner, but it was still useless. The shotgun that had just beaten Merlin moved up, just enough to block his hand holding the gun. , and then the cowboy used the gun as a stick to leave Eggsy's hand, and the pistol fell to the ground. The cowboy swung the whole body of Eggsy onto the barrel, with one arm firmly pressed against Eggsy's back, and the other One hand pressed back and forth on Eggsy's play watch a few times, and he flicked his hand back.

"Zi la!" With a sound, Eggsy was stunned on the ground, and Ron showed a playful smile. The cowboy can use the special equipment of the ace agent. It seems that he is really a family.

It's just that such a group of agents from the United Kingdom have been lurking in the United States for such a long time, but they have not been discovered by any intelligence agency. It seems that the US intelligence agency is really a bunch of idiots.

Of course, this does not include Ron. Compared with ordinary agents who go around asking for information all day long, Ron's definition is more like a mission finisher. What's more, he spends most of his energy on collecting taxes. Intelligence mistakes really can't be counted. his pot.

"Papapa~" Ron raised his hands and clapped his hands: "It's a beautiful fighting technique, and there are some shadows of Chinese martial arts in it. Where did you learn it?"

"It's none of your business! Sissy!" The cowboy kicked Eggsy aside, and looked aggressively at Ron: "Now that your two young men have been dealt with, what are you going to do? Texans, did you kneel and surrender as I said?"

"I choose the third answer, which is to ask you to kneel down obediently and listen to me." Before Ron finished speaking, the man had already rushed towards the cowboy, and he could tell at a glance that he was definitely not an idler. He turned the gun that he hadn't used twice to aim at Ron.

But just as he turned the gun around, Ron appeared in front of him in an instant, as if a motor was installed on his foot, and pulled the barrel up.

"Bang!" The bullet shot towards the ceiling, and the two looked at each other, and pulled the gun to their side almost at the same time.

The only difference is that the cowboy used brute force to pull back, but after Ron pulled back with brute force, the strength of his hand suddenly changed, and instead followed the force of the cowboy to poke hard at his chest.

"Ah!" The cowboy cried out in pain, the combined strength of the two people almost broke his ribs, and just as he screamed out, Ron had already taken advantage of the blow to take another step forward, Push your knees up.

The cowboy fell to the ground with a hiss, and passed out from the pain.

"Cut, there's no one who can fight~" Ron patted the dust that didn't exist on his body, and shouted towards the empty wine cellar: "Have you seen enough? If you haven't seen enough, why don't you send another stunned young man out?" Make me happy? No, I'm going to hit ten this time!"

Too bad there was no response from the empty cellar.

Ron curled his lips. He couldn't believe that there wasn't a camera here. Merlin's radar image made it very clear that there was a huge building underground in this room, so the entrance must be somewhere in this wine cellar, as important as that There is no reason why there is no camera.

In fact, he seriously suspected that the little cowboy who just passed out just came over after watching the surveillance, but it's okay to keep quiet, Ron has plenty of ways.

"Do you know how to verify a good bottle of wine?" Ron dragged the cowboy to the hole where the wine was poured out, let the precious wine spill on him and said loudly to himself.

He believes that the people hiding behind the monitor must have heard: "In the age of great voyages, in order to test the strength of a bottle of wine, the pirates would pour a little on the gunpowder. If the gunpowder can still be ignited, it means that it is A good bottle of wine."

As he said that, Ron took out a bullet and twisted it hard, and the bullet head was twisted off by him. With a smirk on his face, Ron sprinkled the gunpowder in the bullet on the cowboy's wine-soaked face.

"I bet, when I burn this guy's face, he'll be screaming really well~"

With a crisp sound of "Ding~", Ron flicked his lighter, and a cluster of flames burst out on his fire.

"Stop!" With a nice female voice, a black woman wearing a butler's uniform and black-rimmed glasses came out from behind the big wine barrel: "Okay, you won, how can you let him go?"

"No, no, no, I think you made a mistake, ma'am." Seeing that someone finally came out, Ron extinguished the flame with satisfaction: "I didn't intend to hurt anyone from the beginning, it was yours." As soon as this companion came up, he identified us as intruders and yelled at us to kill us. In fact, my other two companions are in the same group as you, and they are both members of Kingsman, but they are from the British headquarters. "

"Really?" The black female housekeeper bit her lips: "Okay, I admit that we are ace agents from the UK, but what evidence do you have to prove that you are too?"

"No, you're wrong again." Ron shook his finger: "I just said that the two fainted on the ground are yours, and I'm just a good-hearted man from Texas who helped them go home. "

"Okay, good-hearted people from Texas, what evidence do you have?" The housekeeper clenched her fists. If she could, she really wanted to punch Ron in the face, but her reason told her that it was impossible.

Even out of a woman's keen sixth sense, she felt that even if she took a gun, she had no chance of winning. The companion lying on the ground proved that that guy was much stronger than herself, so she simply came out empty-handed.

Ron filled his hand with another little wine and poured it into his mouth, his eyes narrowed into a line in enjoyment: "Proof, my followers will tell you, but before they tell you, your mother didn't teach you that you should invite guests in first." At home? If you can, help me get a glass, it’s a bit wasteful to drink such fine wine with your hands.”

"Come with me." The butler thought for a while and finally agreed.

(End of this chapter)