The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 352 A Bad News
If Ron has sufficient manpower, the best way to do this is to divide into two teams and run in different directions for a while, and then re-establish a machine gun position at a sufficient position, taking advantage of the fact that the militants have just rushed out and can't figure it out. When in the direction, the left and right sides fire at the same time.

With a crossfire, all this group of militants can be dealt with in minutes.

But it's a pity that Ron Eggsy and whiskey only have three guns together. Fortunately, he also prepared something else.

While running, Ron grabbed the rope of his backpack and pulled it, and a few small disc-like objects fell out with the bumps of his running, and at this time the militants just rushed out of the corridor.

"There they are! Kill them!" The man with a mechanical arm pointed in Ron's direction, and the muzzles of several rifles were aimed at him in an instant.

"Lie down now!" Ron estimated the time in his mind, and it's just right now!
Ron pushed hard, and the two of them immediately fell to the ground under his strength, but Ron slid forward two more steps and then knelt down on one knee, swung the Stinger missile hanging on his shoulder upwards, and carried it Turn around on your shoulders.

"Da da da..." The bullets whizzed past Ron one by one, but none of them hit him, but Ron pulled the trigger calmly.

"Whoosh~" The stinger missile was fired from the launcher and was approaching the militants at high speed. The traitor with the mechanical arm, which Ron dubbed the Winter Soldier, was about to burst into tears. In an emergency, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and grabbed the A little guy, just throwing it over like a trickster.

"Boom!" The missile and Xiao Luo met in the air, and the impact caused by the explosion quickly blew towards Ron and the others in the narrow and long corridor. Ron was in a half-kneeling position, unsteady, and fell directly to the ground.

"FXXK! Get up! Fire me!" Ron followed the direction of the shock wave, rolled and stood up again, immediately took out the revolver, and pointed the gun with both hands at the same time, dripping all over the ground. Molecules shoot up.

Even Eggsy and Whiskey followed suit, but this move seems completely redundant now, because the location of the explosion was too close to the militants.

The little boy who was thrown out by Charlie as a shield was blown to pieces by the missile on the spot, and fanned out towards the side of the militants to radiate. Ron also saw a militant lying on the ground with a stick stuck in his chest and still connected to it. The fleshy femur, no accident, no accident, this thigh bone should be a certain part of the meat shield minion just now.

"Click~" The three of them emptied all six of their pistols at the same time, and there was not even one left on the side of the militants who could breathe. The only pity was that the Winter Soldier was not one of them.

"Well, it seems that your Winter Soldier is the same as the one in the comics. Although the fighting power is average, but it runs pretty fast." Ron twirled the revolver in the air and put it back into his holster inside.

"Is it so easy to get it done?!" Eggsy opened his mouth wide in surprise. In the past, he worked hard to sneak in every time he was on a mission. I have been through it all, and I never thought that one day I would be able to clean my whole body and succeed so easily.

"So I told you a long time ago that your old ways are outdated, boy, open your arms and embrace the new world!" Ron immediately patted on Eggsy Street.

"If I'm right, a laboratory like this should have a mechanical self-destruct procedure, and the countdown is usually half an hour." Ron looked down at his watch: "Now you have 20 minutes to experiment Look in the room for an antidote that hasn't been destroyed by the explosion just now."

After finishing speaking, Ron turned around smartly.

"Wait! If we're looking for an antidote, what are you going to do?"

"Of course I'm going home~" Ron replied as a matter of course: "The rest of the task of sending the antidote back is your responsibility. My work only ends here. Goodbye ace agents, work hard, this is for you .”

Ron left his weapon backpack behind, walked to the entrance instead, and slid down the entrance with the skis that Eggsy had just carried.

It's a rare trip to the Alps, how can you be worthy of this trip without skiing?
Sure enough, as Ron expected, when he had just slid halfway to the hillside, there was an explosion from the mountaintop laboratory.

Ron glanced at his watch, no more, no less, exactly 20 minutes.

"mission completed."

The United States, Washington, the White House, the chief assistant to the president, welcomed a special guest today. He is the lawyer of Bobby, the drug lord who caused the recent blue virus to spread.

"Mr. Francis, I don't think it's a good idea for you to start negotiations with the drug dealer's lawyer now. This will make you lose more support from Republican congressmen. I think you should wait for the news from Ron , he never disappoints."

President Francis reluctantly poured himself a glass of whiskey and sat back on the chair symbolizing the top power on earth: "Of course I have full confidence in Ron, but the problem is, as a politician, I must Be prepared to do both.

As for the thoughts of Republican congressmen, that is not something I need to consider at all. Even if I do nothing according to what they say, and let those poor children infected with the virus die, how do you say it in their words? "

"Every drug addict is a potential criminal. Letting them die is the greatest contribution to social security. In addition, it can save a large amount of quarterly funds. This is what a Republican senator said yesterday." The secretary tweeted He took off his glasses and replied.

"Yes, that's it," Francis nodded approvingly: "You know, I'm a Democratic president, even if I do what they want, those stubborn old guys can't turn to support me, and then agree I am in the Senate, and if the proposal in the House of Representatives does not trip up the Democrats, it cannot be regarded as a Republican unless I change the door.

So the thoughts of those old guys are not important to me at all. I just need to be prepared to see which side gets the good news sooner. "

As soon as Francis finished speaking, the presidential line on the table rang.

"It's Ron, Your Excellency, I think he must have some good news for you."

A smile curled up at the corner of Francis' mouth: "Give me the phone, let me have a good chat with our capable little guy.

Ron, how is the mission going? "

Unfortunately, Ron did not bring him the news he wanted.

"Sorry Mr Francis, I have some bad news for you."

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(End of this chapter)