Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Hobbes was stunned and growled in a voice that only he and Ron could hear: "What the f*ck have you done? Why do they all look like they've been possessed?!"

The rough action attracted angry glares from several guys on the road who already regarded Ron as their spiritual idol and were carrying AKs.

Ron pushed away Hobbes who was tugging on his clothes. He didn't feel guilty at all. Now I am the leader of the anti-government army, so I'm afraid of you.

"Sir, I call it the awakening of the nation. I guess your ingenuity should have discovered that your course of action was leaked by your partner, the local police station."

Ron stroked the mustache painted on the mask and continued to confuse him with a strong accent: "Don't you want to avenge your dead subordinates?"

"Pick up the gun, kill the gangsters, follow me!"

"Kill the gangsters and follow me!"

Everyone echoed again, and passed it from person to person, passing the latest slogan to the front of the team. It is no exaggeration to say that Ron has temporarily obtained the highest command authority of the team.

Toretto did not expose him, but folded his arms to see what trick he was going to play.

Toretto's own plan has gone bankrupt. He originally had a new plan, but it seems that Ron's plan is better.

"I..." Hobbes gritted his teeth, thinking of the man who had just died tragically in front of him. Even though they had not been together for a long time, he still felt extremely distressed: "FXXK! I did it!"

"This is my good boy," Ron happily slapped Hobbs on the face and shouted to Arthur behind him: "Take him to the garage and drive out our tank!"

"Everyone who wants to overthrow the evil gangster rule of Barak," Ron jumped on the roof of a car: "Drive out your car, bring all the useful weapons you can find, and bring all the like-minded people with you. People, let’s go kill Barak together!”

"Kill Barak!"

"Kill Barak!"

…

Hearing that Ron still had a chariot, the newly formed resistance army cheered again, and they became more confident.

Don't think Ron is stupid. He has already calculated that the way to Barak's building from here happens to pass by the police station. If there is such a big commotion on his side, there is no way the police station will not respond.

Therefore, as long as you lead the team forward, there will definitely be a chance.

Ron secretly nodded to Toretto, who knowingly pulled up a few companions and disappeared from the crowd, leaving only Roman Taj and two people to follow Hank to drive the "chariot".

Immediately, five modified "chariots" were driven out and immediately drove to the front of the team.

At this moment, the police chief’s office is ringing with calls.

There were calls from Barack, the mayor, and even from the president, all asking one thing: what happened in the slums?

How do I know what happened! The director hung up the phone angrily.

He didn't know what happened in the slums, but he knew that the mob was about to attack his police station! Fortunately, he had already ordered all the police officers to assemble and be ready.

But for some reason, the number of police gathered was much smaller than he originally expected.

At this moment, a hurried subordinate opened the door, panic written all over his face: "Quick! Watch TV! Watch TV!"

What happened to the TV? At this moment, the director was not in the mood to teach his subordinates a lesson. He turned on the TV, and a guy wearing a mask was talking.

"Good afternoon, Rio. Like many of you, I like a free and comfortable life, the security brought by familiar faces, and familiar faces day after day..."

"Some people don't want us to talk. At this moment, there are various orders on the phone and heavily armed people are on the road. Why?"

"Because they want us to continue to be silent, but the oppression of the gangs will not disappear because of our silence, it will only become more and more rampant! Only if we take up arms..."

Snapped!

The director angrily threw the cup on the TV. A puff of white smoke came out of the TV and it was completely canceled. After the TV was canceled, he realized that his emotion just now was one of panic, not anger.

It was true just now, and it is true now, and the following report from his subordinates was like a sharp knife piercing his chest.

"Report to the director, many of our people have joined the mob with weapons. What should we do now?"

"What should we do? What else can we do? Suppress them! Suppress them! Bring in the troops and suppress them!"

The police who received the order to suppress had just been fighting with the rebels for less than two minutes when Ron ordered them to retreat.

Fear? Of course he was not afraid, nor was he worried about what to do if the army came, because he knew that the army the director was waiting for would never come.

Just now, he had contacted the real rebels, as well as the opposition forces within Brazil, as well as other gangs that were surviving under Barak's suppression, and reached a secret agreement.

First, he agreed to the rebels and handed over the command of the rebels to them in exchange for all the things stored in the police station being owned by him. Then he negotiated with the opposition in the name of the rebels and supported their rise to power in exchange for the army staying put.

Finally, they used the power vacuum left by Barak as bait and asked the gang to prepare a small cargo ship for them to escape at the port.

All the plans were seamless and almost perfect. Ron himself never expected that the negotiations between the several parties could be completed so easily, without even using the last resort he specially asked Carl to prepare.

Now just...

Ron looked at the rebels retreating like a tide, with a cruel smile under his mask. Since you chose not to stand with the people, don't blame me for being rude.

"Fire!" Ron pressed the launch button, and the five vehicle launchers fired at the same time.

Two rows, three rockets in each row multiplied by five, a total of 30 rockets landed on the defensive line of the police station. In an instant, the people who were bombed were turned upside down. As soon as one round was fired, enthusiastic people immediately reloaded the launcher and loaded the ammunition.

At the same time, he looked curiously at this seemingly simple but powerful weapon. This thing... seems like I can do it too?

Under Ron's command, another round of rockets was launched into the air, extending backwards along the direction just now. After a total of three more rounds, Ron ordered a full-scale attack.

"Follow me!" Hobbes got excited and rushed out first, but a man with two legs could not outrun a car with four wheels.

Two cars quickly rushed out of the crowd and plunged into the police station. After a while, they ran out from the other side dragging a large safe. Because the scene was so chaotic, almost no one noticed them.

But Ron had already connected with the real rebels. After completing the change of clothes, the other party continued to command the battle as "V", and Ron had already escaped with his men.

Only Hobbes, who had already broken into the police station, was left, confused and cheering with everyone raising his arms high.

Wait, who am I? Where am I? What am I here for? !

Why does something feel wrong?