Daily life of an American TV drama agent

The mercenary leader sent out the first four-man team to take advantage of Barrett's firing and very experienced to throw two smoke grenades from the side door of the villa to block the line of sight on the charge line.

One of them took the lead and gestured to his teammates: "One, two, three, GO!"

The two attacking teams in front and behind immediately rushed out under the cover of smoke, but someone was one step faster than them. The moment he spotted the figure in the smoke, Chris immediately threw away his sniper rifle and replaced it with the rifle he had just grabbed. , and there was a burst of fire into the smoke.

Kill one of their mercenaries immediately.

"Spread out!" the leader yelled, and the three men immediately avoided the gunfire and spread out to both sides. Two of them threw themselves into the grass on the roadside, and the remaining one rolled on the spot and behind the car next to him.

Fortunately, one of the two people who entered the grass was knocked down by Chris while running. Otherwise, the situation he faced would have been even worse.

But even so, the situation was very unfavorable to him, because the two survivors happened to be one on the left and one on the right, forming an angle between the left and right, wrapping him in the middle. When he shot at one side, the other side would immediately shoot at him. He fired bullets.

Chris could only fire at the man behind the car while quickly rushing towards the grass. When he rushed to the side of the mercenary who had just been mopped down by him, he did not forget to shoot him in the head.

The mercenary hiding behind the grass wall immediately raised his gun, but his movements were a step slower. There was only one result waiting for him, and that was death.

"Da da da~" Chris shot him to death with a short shot. Before the person behind the car could react, he rolled under the low wall beside the grass.

"Da da da……"

Just in time to let the mercenary's bullets pass by behind the car, this gun battle is all about excitement!

The mercenary behind the opposite car opened fire to suppress it while moving forward. Chris calculated the location of the gunfire. When the mercenary reached the low wall, he suddenly pulled up the gun of the dead mercenary next to him and moved his feet on the low wall. He kicked hard on the wall and raised his gun, aiming the muzzle at the mercenary who was looking down.

"Da da da~" Another three-point shot, two bullets in the chest and one bullet in the middle of the eyebrow. At this point, the team of mercenaries sent to the front door was wiped out by him alone.

At the back door, the situation facing Ron was even more dangerous than that of Chris, because there were five people here.

Moreover, Ron's action of killing the mercenaries at the back door with his bare hands was not without any sound. The weak sound became particularly harsh in this silent night, and they were immediately able to capture the position.

The leading mercenary waved his hand, and the five men divided into two teams and double-teamed Ron from different directions.

Ron simply smashed the glass wall with his elbow, smashing the glass wall and entering the villa directly from the outside.

"Quick! He's inside." Two teams, one walked through the door, and the other went in along the glass wall that Ron had knocked open. But just as they entered the villa, there was a sudden twisting on the grass outside the villa, and a figure. Standing up from the grass, he immediately jumped to the side.

At the same time as he jumped, a burst of fire lit up inside the glass wall. Blast the three mercenaries who just entered.

"Boom!" The three people were knocked to the ground by the explosion. Ron immediately dodged back from the side and shot each of the three people with a shot.

It turns out that just now Ron just smashed the glass wall open, creating the illusion that he went in, but the person did not go in, he just threw a grenade in, and he took out a ghillie suit from the system space and put it on On his own, it looks like it blends in with the grass.

Because the gunshots at the front door were too intensive, the mercenaries wanted to quickly deal with the intruders at the back door and go to the front door for support, so they rushed over after hearing the noise and just fell into Ron's trap.

The grenade's delay fuse was four seconds, and it took them three and a half seconds to enter the glass wall and stand just within range of the grenade's explosion.

After the explosion, just as the other two mercenaries came in through the door, the remaining two mercenaries also arrived in the corridor inside the glass wall. Before they had time to check what the explosion was about, Ron raised his hand and killed them with two shots.

"Tch~ they're just a bunch of trash."

At this point, the front and back doors of the villa were both lost, and the mercenaries in the villa also lost their reliable men. Only the owner of the villa, Silverberg, and the mercenary leader himself were left.

"People inside, listen, you are surrounded. If you are smart, surrender immediately. I promise to give you a decent death."

Before coming, Ron had already seen how many people were in the villa through the surveillance system. Now that he counted the number of people in the villa except for an old man, there was only one leader. This time, I really had the advantage. At that moment, I rushed inside without any politeness. shouted.

"Oh my God, what should I do? You will protect me, right?" Silverberg shook the mercenary leader's body as if grasping the last straw.

Regardless of the other party, there was no response. Instead, he sat on the chair in front of the monitor as if he was stupid.

"Chris? Is that you?" The mercenary leader suddenly stood up, thinking of his long-lost brother.

Wait, if it’s my brother, that sound just now seems wrong? Okay, maybe it's his friend, right?

The mercenary leader threw away the weapon in his hand: "Chris, I know you are here! Come out!"

"What's going on?!" Silverberg felt something was wrong. Why did the mercenaries he hired seem to be in the same group as the people outside?

In the shot of the corridor of the villa, two figures loomed in the darkness. One was Ron, and the other was Chris, who had just been called by the mercenary leader: "Are you familiar? Otherwise, I'll give you some time to catch up on old times. I'll give you some time to catch up. Tell me again what happened?"

"Thank you." Chris pursed his lips and nodded, then turned to look at the mercenary leader: "Long time no see, Braxton."

"FXXK! You bunch of damn liars! You have already discussed this, right?" Silverberg was going crazy: "Damn it! Damn mercenaries, you are just..."

Before Silverberg could finish his words, Ron grabbed his collar and pushed it against the wall like a little chicken: "Listen, the rest of the matter is between them. I suggest we best Don’t interrupt, how about we just talk about what’s going on between us?”

"What's going on between us? Who are you?" Silverberg looked at the man in front of him in fear.

Ron did not answer directly, but took out the rope from his waist, ignored his struggle, tied him up like a rice dumpling and threw him against the wall.

After doing all this, he spoke again: "U.S. Internal Revenue Service, I would like to ask you whether you have paid taxes on the illegal gains you have obtained through forged profits over the years?"

"Of course, I know you won't tell me the truth from the beginning, so I'm going to give you a few chances."

Ron found the big hammer he found in the toolbox, tore off a napkin, covered his eyes, and raised the hammer with both hands.

"Now I will swing the hammer, and you will have a chance to answer every time I hit it. As long as you are here, I will smash your head like a rotten watermelon. Tell me the truth about your earnings before, and I promise to give you a chance to go to Shawshank." How about a chance to spend the rest of your life in prison?”

In the darkness, Ron's kind smile was like a demon, which deeply frightened Silverberg.