Daily life of an American TV drama agent

As soon as the two grenades touched the deck, they exploded into a dazzling fire like cats with exploding fur.

It's just that the cat's explosive hair is a bit deadly. Countless fragments and steel balls spurt out from the shell, sieving all the living creatures in the covered area.

This is not the end.

When the bodyguards stood up and looked around angrily, preparing to find Ron and beat him into sieves with rifles to avenge the dead brothers, they discovered that Ron had run to a place where he was being killed without knowing it. There was a sudden lift next to the lifeboat covered by a cloth.

The curtain was lifted, and apart from the lifeboat, the most eye-catching thing hidden inside was a Gatling multi-barreled machine gun mounted on the ship.

"Namo Gatling Bodhisattva! Go to hell! Scum!" Ron laughed wildly. Under Ron's control, the barrels of the machine gun began to rotate rapidly, and the flames from the muzzle passed by the immature orange. The color immediately changes to red, and then finally to the enchanting blue fire.

"Click, click, click..." The machine gun was like a harvester, mercilessly harvesting the lives of the bodyguards on the deck.

"What are you afraid of? He's using a machine gun! It's impossible to shoot accurately, brothers! Get on shoulder to shoulder!" A bodyguard shouted loudly to his companions from behind the bunker.

Although there is no such thing as "shoulder to shoulder" in English, the translation into Chinese probably means this. There is no way, who makes English not have the broad spirit of Chinese?

This is what he said and this is what he did.

The bodyguard who had just shouted took advantage of the moment when Ron's gun was firing in the other direction. He suddenly stood up and aimed the gun in one go. If the hateful look in his eyes could have been used as bullets, Ron would have been killed ten thousand times by him!

Unfortunately this is not the case.

Ron had already noticed him before he made a sound and was about to move. As soon as he stood up, Ron suddenly pulled the machine gun in his direction.

Even though there were bumps in the waves, and even though the accuracy of the machine gun shooting was extremely low, with the skill of the sharpshooter, he still fired a string of bullets, accurately cutting off the madman who dared to pull off Ron's beard.

Yes, that's right, it's a interception.

If a 12.7 mm caliber machine gun bullet hits anywhere on the human torso, you will definitely die! The huge kinetic energy will either open a big hole in the body, or it will be like this.

The bodyguard's lower body was still standing on the deck, but his upper body was already lying on the ground, crawling forward with difficulty.

"Help! Please help me!" the bodyguard shouted helplessly.

In his perception, he just felt a pain in his waist after being shot, and then he fell to the ground, with his lower body unconscious. It wasn't until he climbed out two steps that something felt wrong. When he looked back, he realized that he had actually returned the lower body to his body. stay on the spot.

"Ah~~~" cried out in pain and finally died.

And in a situation like this, he is by no means alone. Since Ron started shooting with Gatling, plus the two he killed with grenades before, Ron actually killed five people in just about twenty seconds. !

Don’t think it’s too little.

You know, these are not ordinary people outside, they are Crane's most elite killers. Outside, every one of them will be hired by rich people who spend a lot of money to eliminate their business competitors or love rivals.

But now, in front of Ron, they were like little chickens who had no power to fight back, being slaughtered wantonly!

That's right, this was definitely not a battle. Before the bodyguards could fight back, they were completely defeated and it became a one-sided battle.

Of course, any behavior that underestimates this group of elite killers is wrong and is tantamount to seeking death.

On the top of the cab of the large yacht, at some point, a rifle was quietly stretched out and aimed at Ron, who was enjoying killing him. It was none other than the confidant bodyguard who had always been with Crane.

Of course, he also has another identity, that is, an elite killer.

The cross on the scope finally coincided with Ron's head. As long as he moved his fingers, Ron's head could be blown off. A cruel smile appeared on the elite killer's face.

"Go to God~" He kissed the cross hanging on his chest, which was his habit every time he killed someone.

Although God may not let a murderer who kills countless people go to heaven, what if God happens to be blind that day? Is this a small fluke from a villain?

But it's a pity that his fingers have not been able to click.

Because behind him, another man was holding a silenced pistol to the back of his head.

"I think it's you who should go see God!"

"Poof!" There was a muffled sound, and the bullet passed through the elite killer's head and shot out from his forehead.

"Bah!" Arthur spat on the elite killer and kicked him hard.

No wonder Arthur hated this side so much, it was actually this person's face that he had seen on the video call with Gina.

Last time, Gina took the opportunity to show him her watch and secretly pointed out the hull number of another ship behind her. However, before Arthur could see clearly, Gina was slapped to the ground by the elite killer. .

Arthur was furious, but he could only be furious.

Now that I finally found the opportunity, how could I not get it back?

"What are the people outside doing?" Klein angrily spat on his men: "Why are there so many people, but they can't deal with Arthur alone! He obviously only has one person!"

"Boss, it doesn't seem like Arthur is the one outside."

"How is it possible? Besides Arthur, who else has the guts to drive a broken boat and come to rob people? Who else?!" Crane never believed that besides Arthur, there might be other people out there. It's someone else.

It can only be said that he was a bit derelict in his role as the boss of the killer company, and he didn't even recognize the famous Ron.

Ron: Don’t know? It's okay, just pay the taxes, and by the way, settle the taxes you owed in the past at once, don't we know each other?

"No, we can't go on like this," Crane pointed at one of his subordinates: "You, yes, I'm talking about you, go and bring Arthur's woman with you. Let's move now to the boat on the other side. superior."

If you can't defeat him, just turn in. This is not an escape, but a strategic retreat. Crane couldn't help but think proudly of his own wisdom.

Ron nodded to Arthur who was standing on the top of the ship. Of course he was not stupid and bold. If Arthur hadn't been with him, he wouldn't have been able to output firepower so confidently.

This was the strategy they had discussed from the beginning.

After Ron rammed his boat into Crane's ship and attracted the attention of the people on board, Arthur attacked from behind, which was in line with his position as a killer.

The killers who were still hiding behind various bunkers were still thinking about how to deal with Ron, without realizing that the danger had come unknowingly.