The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 416 Sunshine Rainbow Little White Horse~
The elevator leads directly to the top floor, and then goes up the stairs to the rooftop, the best sniping position in the entire hospital.

At this time, a black boy from the CIA was waiting for the exit of the underground garage with a sniper rifle. Ron poked his head and took a look, and then retracted. As soon as he rolled his eyes, an idea came to his mind.

"Is the hospital's PA system still available?" Retreating to a safe enough location, Ron called Finch.

"No problem, what are you going to do?"

"Never mind, help me connect the phone to the radio control system, hurry up!" Ron ordered, and hung up the phone immediately before Finch could say anything else. He didn't care how many reasons Finch had, anyway, in order to keep him Good friends and partners.

Sure enough, right away, a control window popped up on Ron's mobile phone. At this time, John, who had solved the trouble, had just come out of the underground garage. A black car drove up not far from him. He knew the two people who got off.

One is Mark, his former boss at the CIA, and the other is the Los Angeles police detective, Carter, who was rescued by him not long ago.

"Hello, John, I didn't expect you to be alive, let alone in Los Angeles. I thought you would find a cabin in the woods to hide?" Mark said with a smile.

But John has no intention of greeting him: "What do you want, Mark?"

"It's time to go home, John, how about writing off the past?" Mark made his condition. In fact, this condition was only for his subordinates to see, telling his subordinates that he was not so heartless, even if it was Traitors will leave a way out.

But in fact, he had already guessed John's answer, John would die here no matter what!
Because he knows too much.

"You know it's impossible." John's choice did not disappoint him as always, but just as he was about to wave his hand to let the sniper fire, a sudden change occurred.

All the loudspeakers in the hospital played music at the same time: "How can you cry? Everything will be fine.
go for it all you have to think about
If you can't help it, why hate him?
Why don't you care about it? Remember it in your heart
you are nene

inside inside inside inside
......"

At the beginning, everyone was just confused, but immediately, as the lyrics began to repeat, no matter whether it was Detective Carter next to Mark or the two black snipers on the top of the building, the faces of black Yoyo turned green instantly.

"Who?!" Mark raised his head and yelled, but the only answer to him was a scream from his subordinates. The black sniper he arranged on the roof was thrown down by Ron.

The sniper at another sniper point immediately turned his gun and aimed towards the roof, but there was nothing in his scope, and there was no one on the opposite building?Then why was my companion thrown from the upstairs?It can't be a ghost, can it?

But when he stood up, a flame shot out from the room on the top floor opposite, instantly drilling a blood hole in his chest.

"Stupid CIA trash, don't you know your big bald head reflects light at night?"

Ron sneered. In the dark, if there is no light in a room, it will be the darkest place. It is clear to see the bright place from the dark place, but it will only be pitch black when viewed from the bright place.

As early as when Ron threw the first sniper down the stairs, he had already rolled down the stairs. Everyone focused on the person who fell, and no one noticed Ron's situation at all. Then, he Drill into the topmost room again, and kill the second sniper with the gun of the first sniper.

At this point, Mark's two subordinates were all wiped out, only Mark himself, facing the sneering John, shrank his body behind Officer Carter early, raised his gun at John sternly: "Don't come here!"

"Oh, coward~" John didn't even feel like punching this useless former boss. He sneered and walked past him swaggeringly. Mark was relieved.

But John didn't beat him, it doesn't mean no one else beat him, a fist suddenly hit his eye socket.

"Damn! You just used me as a shield, didn't you?!" Officer Carter looked at him angrily.

Mark was furious: "Carter! How dare you call Shangguan! You wait for me, and tomorrow I will let the police station fire you! You are finished!"

"Then hurry up! You bastard!" Carter kicked Mark in the middle of the legs, and Mark fell to the ground screaming. Police officer Carter kicked him twice in frustration, and then drove away in a cool manner. He was left crying alone in the night.

It just seems so.

dong dong dong...

There was a sound of footsteps getting closer and closer, and Mark raised his head with difficulty until he saw the appearance of the person coming. The ugly face that was originally distorted by pain instantly turned into another distortion, which was a distortion of horror.

"Ron! You... why are you here?"

How could he not know the extremely dangerous person who was registered in black and white in the whole world at the same time?Even before he embarked on this mission, his biggest worry was the uncertainty of Ron.

But in the end, after thinking about it, no matter what, John still knows too much, and he must kill this dead man who should have died again!
"What? I'm walking on my own territory, do I still need to report to your CIA in advance?" Ron asked with a smile, but even a fool could smell the threat in the words.

Ron took out his favorite Smith & Wesson pistol from the holster island and rubbed it repeatedly in his hands. He looked at Mark badly, as if looking for a place to shoot, and Mark stopped in fright.

"Wait! Do you remember? I treated you to dinner!"

"Hobbs paid for that meal if I remember correctly." Ron casually blew the dust off his gun.

Such a clean gun, where does the dust come from?Mark knew that every time Ron made this move, it was a precursor to murder. Mark was so frightened that his heart almost jumped into his throat. Sure enough, Ron's next sentence was: "Do you have any last words?"

"Wait, you can't kill me! I'm from the CIA! You don't have the right to execute our CIA! If you let Anonymous know about this, he will definitely not let you go!"

"Hmph, so what about Anonymous? Even if you are the director of the Central Intelligence Agency, you have to give me Ron some face, otherwise he won't be able to be the director! How dare you come to my territory to make trouble!" Ron said The kick hit Mark in the face, and Mark was kicked and rolled on the ground a few times, but he didn't dare to get up by himself.

"Please, forgive me, I promise not to say that you killed us! They... They all died in the line of duty! Yes, they died in the line of duty!"

"Since they all died in the line of duty, I think there can be one more on the list of people who died in the line of duty, what do you think?"

"No, please don't, I..." Mark was continuing to beg for mercy, when a siren sounded outside the hospital, and then Mark suddenly changed his humble posture just now, stood up and laughed wildly: "Haha, I just called Call the police, and now in front of the police, you must not kill me!"

However, Ron was not angry because of his sudden change of attitude. On the contrary, he still looked at him coldly. It wasn't until he felt his heart tremble when he saw it that Mark suddenly realized that something was wrong. The siren of the police car kept ringing outside the hospital. I waited, but dragged on for 2 minutes but no policeman came in, not even footsteps!
"Even the police are yours?!"

"I'll say it again, even though I said it in my email to Anonymous last week, from now on, Los Angeles is my place and I'm the king of Los Angeles! Anyone who comes to this place and wants to do something has to Say hello to me first."

Ron swears his sovereignty domineeringly, and suddenly changes his style: "You want to live, don't you?"

Mark nodded frantically.

"Then I'll give you a chance. What do you think of this song?" With a smirk, Ron grabbed Mark by the collar, lifted him up, and patted the dust on his body for him in a fake manner.

At this time, the song played by Ron's single loop has been looped to the sixth time, and it is singing "Sunshine Rainbow Little White Horse Didi Dididididida."

Mark couldn't figure out what Ron was thinking, so he could only reply flattered: "It sounds good, it sounds good."

"If it sounds good, then I'll find a place for you to listen to it."

, although I don't know what kind of medicine is sold in Ron's gourd, but it doesn't prevent Mark from thinking about Ron's behavior based on his understanding of Ron's behavior. It dragged one leg to the outside of the hospital.

Although she didn't know whether Mark's actions benefited Anonymous or anyone else, she had to teach the CIA a lesson today.

, Ron was walking and Mark was struggling crazily, and when he saw the police outside, he frantically asked the police for help, but the police were all silent as if they were deaf, Ron nodded in satisfaction: "Go! There are two dead bodies in there, maybe more, who knows? Remember to make me look like a gangster, throw two more bags of laundry detergent on me, understand?"

"Understood!" The leading policeman straightened his body, nodded, and led his men to walk inside. At this point, Mark was finally ashamed, and the entire city of Los Angeles was really dominated by Ron.

But the only thing that reassures Mark is that Ron didn't abuse her or abuse him as he imagined, but just tied him up and threw him in the car, and drove to the west of the city.

The buildings on both sides became more and more dilapidated as the car went, even worse than the area where Max lived. This is the poorest area in Los Angeles, also known as the homeless area, where a large number of black people gather.

Mark wanted to speak, but he could only make a hum, because his mouth was blocked by the sock Ron had just borrowed from the police.

Finally, the car stopped in an open space in the middle of a house. Ron threw Mark on the open space. Instead of untying him, he put a stereo next to him and blackened his face with a marker pen. Write on it.

"Don't worry, I didn't kill you just now, and I won't kill you now, but they don't have to." Ron pointed to the surrounding houses, and then turned on the stereo, which was playing the single that Ron had just just played. The song that loops.

, Mark's eyes widened in horror, although he didn't know what Ron wrote on his back, but with this song and blackface, if there was another watermelon next to him, it would be a three-piece suit that insulted black people Complete.

Without Ron's hands, the black people around will tear him to pieces!

However, Ron never disappoints, he took another big watermelon from the trunk of the car, put it next to him and patted it: "I wish you good luck~ If you can survive tonight, I promise you will never give up again!" No trouble for you."

"...you are Nene..." The lyrics sang a sensitive passage, and there was a burst of shouting and cursing from the surrounding rooms, but Ron had already boarded the car and drove away.

An hour later, Ron was already sitting at the table at Howard's house, enjoying the exquisite dinner prepared by Bernadette.

"Thank you for your hospitality, Bernadette. I have to say that your cooking skills have greatly changed my impression of Polish dishes. They are really delicious. How did you do it?" Ron wiped with a napkin With his mouth pursed, he sighed in satisfaction.

"Oh, thank you, maybe it's because I have to help my mother prepare meals for a dozen brothers and sisters since I was a child."

"Howard, grab this girl and never let her run away." Ron patted Howard's shoulder. Howard's interest was not high tonight. Of course Ron knew the reason and was about to ask.

"Ding dong~" the doorbell rang, and Howard got up and opened the door, and it was Stuart outside the door.

"What do you want?" Howard looked ugly.

Stuart got straight to the point: "I probably feel that you have a problem with me living in your mother's house."

"You're right, I have an opinion, I think it's weird..."

"Howard," Ron called to him.

"Originally! He is a grown man, so he just doesn't pay the rent and lives like this? How does this give him the motivation to stop being lazy and find a job?" Howard exploded on the spot, glaring at Stuart unhappily: "You have a life plan ?"

"Calm down, Howard, do you feel that your tone now resembles a conversation between a father and his son?" Ron rolled his eyes.

Please~ He came to Howard's house for lunch just to avoid Sheldon's beeping when he just came home, but he didn't expect it to start here again. If he knew he should have gone to Gallagher's house.

Upon hearing Stewart's words, Howard became even more upset: "'You and my mother'? You are not my father!"

"I didn't say I was your father!"

"I didn't say anything either!"

Ron got a headache from the quarrel, and walked between the two: "OK, calm down! You are not his father, he is not your father, and no one here is anyone's father! Okay? FXXK! God knows, I am a dignified Los Angeles The king of the underground, the king who has just beaten the CIA, actually came back to deal with trivial matters like yours, please, you are not children anymore, okay? Don't fight like children."

"Everyone go into the room and sit down for me. You guys talk about it. I hope you can settle the matter today. Bernadette, look at them." Ron was still very optimistic about Bernadette's aura. .

"Then where are you going?"

"I'll go outside to calm down." Ron said gloomily.

(End of this chapter)