The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 49 The Battle Begins

Ron got out of the car and tore off the cloth, revealing the ferocious steel monster inside: "Now, start working~"

I don't know whether it is God's favor or Arthur Morgan's obsession in heaven, Ron discovered that his sharpshooter characteristics can also be blessed to the Type 63 multiple rocket launcher!
Is this also a revolving weapon?A big question mark was drawn in Ron's heart, and he instantly felt that the Remington shotgun in his hand was not good for him.

"I miscalculated, I should bring out my M32." Ron murmured.

"Isn't multiple bazookas enough? You know how scary this thing is when it's full of high-explosive rockets? Almost wiped that laundromat off the map!"

Hank picked out his ears, did he hear correctly?Doesn't that sound like enough firepower?
"No way, who made my soul come from a mysterious ancient eastern country, and the fear of insufficient heavy firepower is deeply rooted in my blood?" Ron shrugged and said nonsensically.

"You mean the game?" Hank re-examined the M4 carbine in his hand and asked in confusion.

His new BOSS often speaks outrageously, saying some inconspicuous words, even though Andy has told him to ignore him, Hank still can't help asking.

"No, I said 'samsara'." Ron said the word "samsara" in Chinese, and Hank was confused. Fortunately, Ron didn't want to continue on this topic.

"Did you see the small street in front of the laundry? You can just go around to the back door of the laundry. There is a house just facing the location of the laundry. You wait there and wait for me to shoot , someone will come out of there, no matter what living creature you see, just let him lie down, don't rush in without my order, understand?
The weapon in your hand is not a child's toy. I don't need to teach you this, do I? "

Hank nodded quickly, then shook his head, not knowing how to reply for a while, Ron waved his hand, and he began to sneak towards the designated place, without attracting the attention of anyone in the laundry room, while Ron aimed the rocket launcher After adjusting to the proper position, finally press the launch button.

"Whoo! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" The first round of four rockets loaded with tear gas warheads swarmed into Uncle Fried Chicken's laundry.

"There is an attack!" The people inside yelled in horror and immediately got down on the ground. Others followed suit and fell to the ground, but the expected explosion did not happen.

Not only did the four rockets not explode, but some kind of black gas was spreading outward at an incredible speed. The person wrapped in the gas was immediately choked with snot and tears streaming all over his face, and the sound of coughing was endless in the smoke. .

"It's tear gas!" Some of Flynn's subordinates immediately responded, got up from the ground and ran away, trying to avoid the smoke, but this laundry shop only had two doors, one in front and one in the back, and most of them immediately set their sights on the door. .

On the other side, after estimating that the time was about the same, Ron adjusted the launch angle again, set the landing point of the rocket at the door of the laundry and pressed the launch button again.

"Whoosh..." The four rockets left the gun barrel almost at the same time, and landed in the running horses at the door of the laundry in an instant, but this time the difference was that the four rockets were all high-explosive bombs.

"Boom!" There was a loud noise, and before the boys at the door had time to figure out what fell among them just now, they were immediately blasted into the sky by the air waves from the explosion, and then were torn into pieces by the shrapnel.

Ron conservatively estimated that at least seven or eight ponies were wiped out this time, and finally showed a satisfied look: "Perfect!"

"Cough, cough! There is someone at the door! Cough, go through the back door!" A black-skinned man who seemed to be the leader commanded with a rifle in his hand, and rushed out the back door immediately.

Pushing open the door, the leader of the horse boy immediately greedily took a deep breath of unpolluted air, and was finally saved...

However, before he could take a breath, Hank, who had been ambushing at the back door for a long time, made a short burst of "Tat-tat-tat!", and the head of the pony fell limply to the ground.

"Cunning guy, they also ambushed people at the back door!" Now even if no one said it, the other boys inside understood, and immediately took out all kinds of weapons and shot wildly at the back door while coughing.

It's a pity that it's of no use. Hank kept Ron's order in mind and just guarded the back door, waiting to ambush any drug dealer who tried to escape through the back door.

And Ron, who was waiting all day, manually replaced the loaded flash bomb with a high-explosive bomb and fired another round into the laundry, then got into the pickup truck and started the car without stopping, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and headed towards the laundry. rush away.

"Boom!"

There was a violent explosion, and the guards who were guarding the back door again waiting to ambush the policemen who rushed in blasted everyone off their feet. For a while, people with severed limbs and people lying on the ground moaning were everywhere.

"Bang!" Ron's pickup truck drove directly into the store, knocked a horse boy who was trying to escape from the main entrance, and blocked the door with its body. After two rounds of bombing, the horse boys who still maintained their combat effectiveness immediately shot at the car But nothing happened.

No one in the driver's seat? !
The bolder Ma Zai approached and opened the car door, only to see that the driver's seat of this pickup, which was still humming due to slamming on the accelerator, was empty except for a brick pressed against the accelerator. superior.

They've been tricked again.

"It's a bunch of mentally retarded people. Fighting with you guys really lowers my IQ." Ron's joking voice sounded, and he directly copied what Sherlock had just mocked in the morning and returned it to the group of drug dealers.

"Who!" Ma Zai immediately turned his head to look at the source of the sound, which is the gate, but the only answer to him was a 12-gauge buckshot exclusive to Remington, and the spout of tiny lead bullets immediately smashed Ma Zai .

And Ron, wearing a felt hat and dressed in cool denim clothes, strode in from the door with a shotgun in his hand.

Finally, a drug dealer could no longer bear the repeated blows, collapsed completely, and ran out from behind the temporary bunker crying bitterly: "Don't shoot! We surrender!"

"Bang!" There was a puff of blue smoke from the muzzle of Ron's gun, and the horse fell down. Ron immediately made a "click" very skillfully, and loaded a bullet into the chamber again.

"Sorry, I don't accept surrender, go to hell, scum!"

Drug dealers don't deserve to live. This is one of the beliefs that Ron has reached through education in his previous life. If it wasn't for the needs of his work, to completely squeeze out that big drug lord Flynn, Ron would directly bombard him with Type 63 rockets right now. home.

PS: There is still an update later, if you are willing to wait, you can wait, but I advise everyone to rest early, thank you for your support~
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