The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 355 Decisive Battle and Going Home

Ron had never had much patience for this kind of mentally handicapped man who planned to play cold weapons in the era of hot weapons. He just raised his hand and shot, but there was a scene that surprised him.

Charlie raised his hand to block, and even blocked Ron's bullet with his mechanical arm. The metal arm was not afraid of the heat on the bullet, as if he was pinching the hot and smoking bullet and throwing it on the ground casually, with a smug look on his lips Evil smile: "I think you are the old-fashioned cowboy."

"Ron, I..."

"No, you go in and deal with that wicked woman named Bobby, and leave this traitor to me." Ron interrupted Eggsy before he could speak.

Ron put the pistol back into the holster casually: "I think, if I kill you with a gun, you should be very unconvinced, right? It seems that you are very confident in your skills, so are you interested in coming?" One round?"

"That's exactly what I mean." Charlie tore off his shirt with one hand.

Although Ron couldn't figure out why his clothes exploded after a fight, but now that the atmosphere was here, Ron also tore off his armed belt, and threw it with the two pistols in the holster on it. On the ground: "Since the agreement is a fair duel, do you want to take off your mechanical arm, after all, it's not fair to me that you bring that."

Unexpectedly, just as the armed belt was out of his hand, Charlie suddenly moved, and the mechanical hand ejected suddenly again, grabbed Ron's collar and pulled it hard, then pulled Ron in front of him and laughed wildly: "Haha! Idiot, who do you think would I'm in the mood to play cowboy duel games with you, I'm just cheating you, so go to hell!"

"Do you think you're the only one who is a good actor?" Ron, whose face was covered by a felt hat, raised his head, but he responded with a big smile, which made Charlie's heart tense, feeling a little bad.

Especially when his stomach is being pushed on top of another piece of cold metal.

That's a gun!For a moment, cold sweat broke out on Charlie's face.

"Who told you that the agent would only carry two guns?" Ron pulled the trigger, and the bullet immediately punched a small hole in Charlie's abdomen. Charlie's pupils lost focus and fell down. Ron continued to vent his anger Continue to finish all six bullets in the magazine before stopping.

"I'll let you act for me!"

"Why don't you go to the Oscars if you have the ability?"

"Oscar owes you a statuette, do you know that?"

……

By the time Ron finished fighting, the battlefield had already been wiped clean by the drones, leaving only the small house in the middle of Bobby Town with occasional sporadic fighting sounds, and when Ron walked to the door of the house, the fighting The sound also stopped.

Only the humming of the motor remained.

Ron pushed open the door, and Eggsy and Harry were holding on to the table and panting heavily, while Agent Whiskey was stuffed half of his body into a large meat grinder, with only two legs still stretching out on top of the machine. with.

At the exit of the machine, a puddle of minced meat mixed with clothes residue was lying in the basin with a bloody smell, and Ron knew where it came from even with his butt.

"Infighting?"

"No, it was whiskey who took the initiative to attack us. He wants to kill all the drug addicts. Everyone can only focus on alcohol, so that the stock of the distillery will skyrocket and then..."

"Stop, stop," Ron waved his hand to stop Eggsy's non-stop narration: "I'm not in the mood to listen to your trump card, so let me ask, have all the antidote warehouses of Bobby been unlocked?"

Bobby has already prepared a warehouse in all major cities around the world, containing her antidote, but all of them are locked by the self-destruct program. As long as they are not unlocked, any intrusion will start the self-destruct program.

"Of course, now..."

Eggsy didn't finish talking, but was interrupted by Ron: "Listen, kid, if this is a novel, then I'm the real protagonist, and no audience would like to hear a supporting character chattering non-stop, please take care of you script, my boy."

After finishing speaking, Ron picked up Bobby's personal notebook and walked away. He has come all the time, and he can't make a trip in vain. There is something to say, whether it is biopharmaceuticals or bionic robots, Bobby still has a little bit in his hand. Black technology, there must be corresponding information on her computer.

Taking the computer back, whether it's to Peggy or Howard, will definitely gain something.

As for other benefits, Ron didn't think about it after he came to the town. Whether it's dog robots, viruses or other things, Ron, who hangs around with Sheldon and the others all day, knows that these require a lot of scientific research. invested.

Looking at this extremely poor base, Ron knew where Bobby had spent all the money he earned over the years. Basically, there was not much profit to be made.

……

"The entrance to the dungeon is a moss-covered gate. You try to open it, only to find yourself confronted by an ugly, foul-smelling ogre. What do you do?"

In the Los Angeles apartment, there was an old-fashioned map on the table. Four nerds sat around the table and each held a notebook in their hands. This was their once-a-week dungeon board game time.

"I'd tell him, 'Mom, what's for dinner tonight?'" Howard's mother is huge, making it hard to imagine that he and Howard are actually related by blood. Divide ogre feeling.

"Seventeen o'clock." Sheldon rolled the dice, and immediately searched for the corresponding instruction in the manual: "The ogre was moved by your joke, and allows you to enter the dungeon."

Howard tipped his hat.

"By the way, I was also moved by your joke, hiss~" Sheldon laughed strangely: "What about you? What are you going to do?"

"I'll pull out my revolver and put it in the ogre's mouth and ask him: 'Have you paid the cannibal tax, boy?'" Ron pushed open the door: "Hi, good evening everyone, I'm lucky Catch up with Dungeons and Dragons, or I'll be tempted to fly back to Burma and shoot that shameless guy in the stomach a few more times."

"Hi, Ron, you're finally back~" Ron's return aroused warm cheers from the otaku boys, especially Howard's performance was even worse: "Where have you been these few days? We can't find you anywhere."

"I fought a battle with a mysterious organization in a secret base hidden in the tropical rainforest, and killed the Winter Soldier by the way. I hope that Captain America will not come to avenge me for his good friend."

"I don't believe it, it's all from comics, you must be trying to lie to me again." Sheldon looked suspicious: "Hey, Leonard, call Superman, his red underwear is wearing right now On me, if he wants, let him take me to the sky to fly around."

"Yes, and this one."

With a bang, Ron took out Charlie's mechanical arm from his backpack and threw it on the table: "This is my trophy. I got back the cross-arm of the Winter Soldier and gave it to you as a souvenir. I hope you will like it." like."

(End of this chapter)