The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 365 Fire in the hole
Ron's bullets fanned out to the two people in the corridor, but to no avail, because he hid in Dana's room as fast as he could after the first shot.

That's right, at the same time as Ron shot, they finally pried open the door of Dana's house, and the rest is to see which of them is faster.

"Bang bang bang..." Ron walked forward quickly while firing the gun. When he was almost at the door, the bullets had already been fired. After all, the P14 only had fourteen bullets.

And the people in the room were obviously also counting Ron's bullets. When Ron finished firing the last bullet, a little black shadow appeared behind the wall, and the man in overalls was about to emerge.

There was a smirk on the corner of Ron's mouth, and he threw the gun along the crack of the door protruding from his head: "Fire in the hole!"

The half-protruded head immediately rolled out of the room at full speed, until he turned his head and found that it was not a grenade at all, but a pistol that had been emptied. When he raised his head to teach Ron a lesson, the cold The muzzle of the gun was already on his head.

Just when he was doing the tactical roll, Ron had already sprinted across the short corridor, and when he came to him, he still didn't forget to draw out his large-caliber pistol.

"Bang~" The head of the man in overalls was blown into a ball of broken watermelon.

The 12.7 caliber pistol bullet is far from being comparable to the .14 bullet of the P45 pistol.

But this does not mean that Ron has gained the advantage. In fact, at the same time he killed the man in overalls, there was an exclamation from Dana's room. Ron looked over and saw that little silly girl had been caught by another man in overalls Arrived.

"Put your gun on the ground and kick her over, or I'll kill her!" The man in overalls pushed Dana in front, and shrank behind Dana. It's not the first time this kind of thing has been done.

"Yo, little thing, you're quite skilled in your movements, isn't it the first time you've done this?" Ron didn't care about the gun that Dana had put on Dana's head, he took a stool and sat on it, leisurely Playing Erlang's legs has the meaning of having a big talk with the other party.

If there was another chessboard in front of him, two pots of tea and an old man with a stinky chess basket to play chess with him, Ron would probably consume a whole day without any sign of urgency at all.

"Ron! This is not the time for you to chat, please help me!" Dana was furious at Ron's laziness, and kept struggling back and forth in the gangster's arms.

"Be honest!" The gangster tapped Dana's head with a gun, and finally reminded her of the reality that she was still controlled by others, and became calm again.

"Hurry up, stand up for me! Throw your gun to the ground, kick it over, don't let her play tricks! Otherwise, I'll kill her right now!" The gangster locked his ferocious eyes on Ron again.

I don't know why, even though he has hostages in his hands now, he still feels that his life is not safe, as if he will be taken away by the other party at any time, especially when the other party kills his two companions one after another, the speed is astonishingly fast , which made him feel chills in his heart.

Those are the two best players among them!The two masters who were second only to the boss were all killed by him like this? !

"Are you sure?" Ron stood up from the stool unhappily: "Then look, I'm slowly throwing the gun on the ground now, don't blink~"

Ron's hand holding the gun stretched out in front of the gangster, turned around, leaving only one finger hanging in the air with the gun hooked, and the gangster's heart hung in the air along with the revolver.

He stared at Ron's pistol without daring to blink.

"Yes, that's it, put it down! Quick!"

"No problem." Ron let go of his fingers, and the pistol that was pulling the gangster's heartstrings began to fall from his hand. When he put on his pistol, Ron quickly stretched his other hand to his waist.

Just like the bullet time of the Matrix, it is the same now, the joy on the gangster's face has not disappeared, Ron, like magic, conjured a pistol in the other hand, and "bang" at the hand holding the gun. one shot.

"Ah!" The bandit's right wrist was shot off at the wrist, and Dana was splattered with blood. She also screamed, her voice was several degrees higher than the bandit's, and she suppressed the bandit's voice. It was impossible to tell who had been shot.

But a gangster is a gangster, and even in this unfavorable situation, he still sensibly shrank behind Dana to avoid Ron's second shot. Even Ron couldn't help but applaud for this level of professionalism.

But this was only temporary. When Ron was looking for an angle to fire the second shot, the opponent also moved.

The gangster suddenly pushed Dana with his remaining intact left hand. Just as Dana blocked the firing line of Ron's pistol, the gangster took out a grenade from his waist. It was the M67 delay kill commonly used by the US military. Grenade, he bit off the insurance with his mouth, and hugged Ron and Dana.

"Allahhu Akbar!"

QNMD!Do you want to play the body bomb set with me?

Ron's eyes froze, and he slapped Dana's face, who was rushing into his arms. Dana felt that her whole face was deformed by Ron. When she opened her eyes again, she found that she had unexpectedly Unexplainably behind Ron?
And Ron, who had no line of sight, was aiming at a super-close target less than five meters away, didn't he mean where to hit?
"Bang!" With one shot, Ron shot off the gangster's other hand. The gangster let go of the grenade weakly, and Ron took two steps in three steps, and immediately caught the grenade just as it was released. live.

He didn't do anything and didn't repair himself. Under the horrified eyes of the gangster, he tore open his pants in a very wretched way, and stuffed the grenade into the middle of his crotch.

"Bye bye~" Ron said his final farewell to the gangsters in fluent Peking opera, and only a second and a half had passed.

The gangster was in a hurry to use his crippled hands to take out the explosives in his clothes. Even if he was going to meet God, he didn't want to lack a part to meet God, but his weak hands doomed his actions to be futile.

What's more, it's impossible for Ron to let him get the grenade, kick him in the stomach immediately, use the reaction force to hug Dana, who is still stupid, and roll on the spot, get out of the apartment, After flashing into the wall.

And when he finished all this, the time was just four seconds past.

"Boom!" A ball of fire exploded from the pants of the gangster who fell to the ground, engulfing him completely in his terrified eyes.

"Ron, you just sat by the side and planned to watch a show! Tell me, are you not going to save me?!" As soon as Dana was rescued, she angrily pinched her waist and asked Ron for guilt, like an angry little girl. hen.

"Please, which eye of yours sees that I am not going to save you? That is to paralyze the enemy, understand?" Ron stood up, and with his height advantage, he easily got a condescending perspective.

"Ah~~~" Dana roared at Ron, waving her small fists in front of her: "If I couldn't beat you, I would have killed you a long time ago, bastard! I don't care about you, I want to go home, it's nothing If there is something wrong, you can go back too, it is really not pleasant to be with you at all!"

But just as Dana took a step, she was stopped by Ron.

"Hey! What else are you doing?" Dana said angrily.

"Are you sure you want to go back now?" Ron asked with a mysterious smile on his face, which made Dana more and more unhappy.

"You care? What's wrong with me going back to my own home?"

"Do I need to remind you that your home has just experienced an explosion, and it may be messy," Ron thought for a while, and said with a smirk: "Also, for the safety of the two of us, I put a hand grenade Stuffed into the indescribable place of that Mr. Bandit to detonate.

Given the fragility of that part, I seriously doubt it will blow up your house all over the place, so you..."

Before Ron finished speaking, the upright Dana had already thrown off Ron's hand and walked in. The result was: "Ah~~~"

Another scream that shook the entire apartment building nearly pierced Ron's eardrums, and even knocked a piece of meat off the roof of the door onto Dana's head.

"Ron," Dana said pitifully, in a trembling voice, "tell me, it's bird droppings that fell on me."

"Oh, it's a pity~" Ron laughed and sighed: "Although the kind of thing is similar to bird droppings, how could there be bird droppings in the house? I think you must have been blown up by a grenade, right? That's right."

Well, of course Ron lied to Dana, but that doesn't mean the thing on her head is any better than shit. In fact, Ron didn't expect that the organ at the center of the explosion could be intact fly so far.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Dana screamed three times in a row, and patted off the things on her head indiscriminately. She didn't even have the courage to take a look, and rushed to the utility room at the end of the corridor, pointing her head at the water pipe. After rushing for a long time, I stopped.

Walking in front of Ron wetly: "Is there nothing on my head?"

"OK, it's clean now, what are you going to do now? Reminder, the police will arrive in about 10 minutes."

"Bastards! They ruined my life!" Dana cursed, then stared at Ron with pitiful eyes: "Ron, do you have a place for me to stay for a while, it's best to lend me some more Money to buy a change of clothes, I don't want to wear this dress anymore.

You bastard!Why did you blow him up so much!My home can no longer live! "

Dana stomped her feet angrily, and just popped the ball she just knocked off her head. Ron saw the corners of his eyes twitching. How painful is this?Well, the dead shouldn't be hurt anymore, right?
perhaps?

"Of course, but before that, do you want to invite your friend over there?" Ron pouted at the corner of the corridor towards the elevator: "Hi! That friend, you have been here for a long time, right? Do you want to go eat something together?"

"Chris?" A tall figure appeared at the corner of the corridor, and Dana covered her mouth in surprise: "Why are you here?"

"I'm a little worried about you, come and take a look." Chris was still a little taciturn, speaking to Dana, but his eyes kept staring at Ron with some vigilance.

Ron could tell at a glance that his body was in a highly tense state, and he had the feeling that he was being locked by a sniper. As long as he moved a little, he would have the illusion that a bullet would shoot at him immediately.

Coupled with the side face that was almost the same as the photo, Ron was very sure that this was the mysterious accountant he was looking for. Unexpectedly, before he took the initiative to find someone, he sent it to his door first?
"Since you're fine, then I'll go first."

"Don't worry~" Ron saw that the duck in his hand was about to fly, and immediately stuck to it like brown sugar: "I have information, a neighbor has already called the police, and the note will come soon, I have a place to take it You hide and come with me."

Sliver?

A big question mark appeared in Chris's mind. It sounded like the other party didn't want to meet the police either. Could it be that he didn't want to meet the police because of his special status?

In that case, wouldn't it be a little too sensitive to say no?What's more, this person just killed three people without blinking an eye. He is definitely not an ordinary person. If he and Dana are left alone, maybe there will be other dangers?
After making up his mind, Chris pushed his glasses: "Thank you if you can."

Chris also had a car, and Ron let his car follow his car, but there was an episode when he set off, that is, Ron wanted Dana to sit in the same car with him, but he didn't expect , She actually got into another car by some strange coincidence.

"I didn't expect your charm to fail one day. How does it feel to be rejected? Mr. Ron, who considers himself a heartthrob?" The one who can keep track of Ron's dynamics at any time is undoubtedly Peggy. Ron just sat down. In the car, he called to mock him.

"It's nothing, anyway, I didn't have any ambiguous relationship with her, so don't guess."

"Really? But I remember that on the night when their women's choir won the championship, you appeared as a prize. I still have photos from that time. Do you want to see it?"

Tick~ I received a message on my mobile phone, and without looking at it, Ron knew it must be the photo of the black history that night from Peggy, and said helplessly: "I was too young at that time, you know, after graduating from college, I was never so young. Crazy, by the way, you are calling me now just to settle these old accounts with me?"

"Of course not. I just want to remind you that the man in the car behind you is extremely dangerous. Be careful."

"Of course I know." Ron smiled. It turned out that he was concerned, but with such a twisted method, would you human beings with high IQs be frank and die?

"Actually, he's my target, what do you think about adding him to my team?"

"Whatever you want, just to remind you that he is not as simple as you see. Behind him, there may still be a very high-level hacker team. I tried to hack into his phone just now but failed."

(End of this chapter)