Daily life of an American TV drama agent

The car at the back of the convoy had just slowed down, and the car behind them, which had been following them normally, suddenly also slowed down. A man's figure peeked out of the car window, grinning evilly and pointing a rocket launcher at them.

The commander suddenly felt like he was dead, and he quickly stretched out his gun and prepared to fight back, but in the end he was still a step too late. Ron had already pulled the trigger.

"Whoosh~" The Stinger missile dragged a long tail flame towards the front car. Even though the driver immediately changed direction with his rich experience, but because the maneuvering distance was really limited, he was still hit by the Stinger missile.

"boom!"

The car was blasted into the sky. Ron threw away the empty canister and Satisfied patted the roof of the car: "We've got one, speed up! Speed ​​up! There's another one ahead!"

The car accelerated and quickly passed by the car that had just been blown up. Ron was afraid that the people inside were not dead, so he didn't forget to throw a grenade in through the car window.

"Da da da..." Just after doing all this, there were already three people in the car in front of them who had reacted. They leaned out from the left and right windows and the roof to shoot at them.

Ron quickly retracted his body, and the bullet hit the car. Apart from making a clanging sound on the car, it had no other effect.

"The bulletproof car is good, where did you buy it?"

"Those who come from the army can withstand all rifles and machine gun bullets below 7.62 caliber." Hobbs said as he pressed the accelerator to the bottom.

The car rushed forward like a sharp arrow, and hit the butt of the car in front hard. The huge inertia caused the car in front to fall heavily, and almost threw the person who was leaning out of the window out.

Everyone almost fell off the car, let alone taking aim. Ron took this opportunity and leaned out again. This time he was holding his most convenient revolver.

While leaning out, he instantly locked onto the heads of three people who had their bodies exposed.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment with Ron. As if doing his elementary school homework, Ron pointed the muzzle at the target one after another, pulled the trigger, and then replaced the next one, repeating this four times.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three people, each with a bloody hole in the middle of their forehead, fell out of the car window, and at most one bullet directly hit the left rear tire of the car, blowing it out.

The out-of-control car hit a tree on the side of the road and stopped. Ron and Hobbs got out of the car, holding pistols in their hands and surrounding them.

There were a total of five people in the car, and Ron had just killed three of them. Only the driver and Banning were left who hit the air mattress and fainted. Ron casually shot the driver in the head, and then pointed the gun at Banning's head:

"There's no need to pretend anymore, Mr. Banning. In addition, if you plan to seize the gun, I suggest you think carefully about it first. Now there are two people pointing guns at you. If you think you can kill him in one second, Two veterans of many battles, you can give it a try, but I am not responsible for our guns misfiring."

"How did you know that?" Unable to pretend any longer, Banning simply stopped pretending. He raised his head and immediately recognized Ron: "You are the guest that the president met before the accident!"

"Yes, it's me."

"Are you here to take me back?" Banning's face was full of grief and anger: "Do you also think that I planned the action?"

"No, on the contrary, we believe you." Ron turned the pistol on his finger, inserted it back into the holster, and casually took out the driver's pistol and handed it to him: "We believe you were wrongly accused, but the evidence can only Find it yourself and good luck.”

"Are you willing to believe me?" Banning asked in disbelief.

"Of course, but because of my position, I can't help you now. Besides, if you don't run quickly, the FBI's trash will be chasing you soon. They should have called for backup."

Banning took the gun and looked deeply at Ron and Hobbs. After a long time, he took the gun and turned around and left: "Thank you."

The FBI Washington Command Center is holding a temporary emergency meeting at this time.

Helen hurriedly broke into the conference room. The large screen in the conference room was playing the scene of the on-site investigation. As soon as she entered, she immediately asked: "What happened?"

"Banning ran away," a subordinate pointed at the screen and analyzed: "I think this must be an organized operation. He was picked up by his accomplices..."

"Pa bang bang..."

Before his men could finish speaking, the door to the conference room was opened again, and his speech was interrupted by a burst of applause. Just as he was about to have a fit, he discovered that one of the two people who came in was Hobbes, the legendary FBI agent, who was better than everyone present. The levels are all high.

"Hello, sir!"

One of his men stood at attention, but Hobbes didn't buy it.

"Ron is right, you are really a bunch of losers, you, yes, that's you," Hobbs pointed at the person who had just interrupted his speech: "Why do you think Banning was rescued?"

Ron was sipping milk tea through a straw behind Hobbes, as if he was an outsider.

"Because all our people at the scene are dead, and Banning is missing, so..."

"Fart!" Hobbes interrupted him again before he finished speaking: "We sent a total of three vehicles to escort, but there were a total of five vehicles destroyed at the scene, and the other two vehicles were on None of the armed personnel are from us, how do you explain it?"

The men stammered and explained: "That's... that's because the people who came to rescue Banning died in a fight with our people, and our companions had no time to take away their bodies."

"Tsk, tsk, Banning's accomplice?" Ron shook his head: "Hobbes, I don't think you need to talk to these idiots, they are hopeless."

"Why do you say that about my men and you, Agent Hobbs? Although you are higher in rank than us, I am now solely responsible for this case. Now, please give me an explanation, otherwise, I will Let someone invite you out."

After being provoked by Hobbs and Ron one after another, Helen finally couldn't bear it anymore and fought back unwilling to show weakness.

"Explain? Do you still need to explain? Haha..." Ron smiled and pointed at the subordinate who was just scolded: "Let me ask you, what caliber is the gunshot wound on your FBI agent? What is the gunshot wound on Banning's accomplice? Grade diameter?"

"The wounds on our people were all caused by 5.56 rifle bullets. Except for the group of people in the car who were killed by rockets, the wounds on Banning's associates were all caused by .45 pistol bullets."

"Yes, when did you FBI agents start to be equipped with .45-caliber pistols? Don't you always use 9mm Glock 17? If you can't find such obvious clues, what on earth do you do for food?"

Ron turned to look out the door: "Mr. Congressman, I strongly recommend that this case be handed over to Hobbes and me for joint investigation."

Everyone followed Ron's gaze and looked out the door.