The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 64
The subordinates who were still joking with the beautiful woman in their arms were stunned, but when they looked at each other, they found that their director had disappeared, and he was sitting next to them with a beautiful woman in a red dress just now.

They raised their heads and began to search for the figure of the director. Immediately, their attention was attracted by the VIP room guarded by Veron's men, and they gathered there without Ron's guidance again, and immediately clashed with Veron's men.

However, fearing the identity of the opposing policeman, Veron's subordinates were very restrained and did not resort to violence. They just pushed and shoved each other. Ron, who was hiding in the exhaust pipe, shook his head.
Sure enough, there are raging soldiers, raging raging nests, and the subordinates led by the garbage chief are all unplanted rubbish.
"A bunch of weak chickens! Fortunately, I was prepared." Ron looked down at the rookies of the Miami Police Department with disdainful eyes, and decided to add another fire to them.

Ron took out a small iron box with the word "Drop Cannon" written in Chinese on it. He had bought it earlier in Chinatown when he passed by Chinatown. Ron threw it at the feet of a chubby policeman.

"Bang!" The cannon exploded, like gunshots in the narrow corridor of the private room. The fat policeman was startled, thinking that someone had shot at him, and immediately fell to the ground. Ron squeezed his throat and shouted : "Veron's men are shooting! Get out, brothers, kill them!"

After shouting, Ron immediately shot at one of Veron's stunned men, "Bang!" This time it was a real gunshot, and the bullet hit the center of the eyebrow.

The two sides were finally not calm anymore, each took out their weapons, and "bang bang" shot at each other in the narrow corridor. They fell to the ground and counted people in an instant, but immediately a clever one grabbed the corpse of his companion as a cover, and the sound of firefighting rang out.

In a command car disguised as an ice cream truck outside the house, the black commander heard the gunshots coming from the earphone with a gloomy and horrific face, and slammed the table: "What is that bastard Whitworth (local police chief) doing?" Ghost?! Who told him to fight with Veron's people!"

However, none of the subordinates in the command vehicle dared to speak out, and the atmosphere was very tense.

Finally, an FBI agent dared to ask: "Boss, what should we do now? Do we want our people to go in now and arrest Veron?"

In order to prevent Veron from leaving suddenly, the FBI has always deployed a mobile unit nearby to be on call at any time. The agent's suggestion is to let this mobile unit move.

The black commander looked at the scene on the monitor and was silent for a long time, and finally stopped the subordinate's suggestion: "Wait a little longer, let your people surround the nightclub, wait for it to move, don't startle until the last moment... ..."

Before the commander finished speaking, he suddenly saw a figure of an FBI SWAT team nimbly shuttled through the hail of bullets on the monitor, helping the police to fight back against Veron's men.

With a "bang~" shot to kill the men who came out from behind the wall, Ron shot crazily at the intersection as if he didn't need money for bullets. He immediately emptied a magazine and quickly replaced it with a spare magazine.

The almost seamless switching made Ron like a machine gun bunker, with only one pistol becoming a fixed firepower point, pouring firepower uninterruptedly at the intersection, suppressing Veron's men so that they couldn't raise their heads at all.

Under the leadership of the FBI special police, the strength of the police increased greatly. They immediately took advantage of the gap created by Ron to advance into the Weilong gang, and broke through the Weilong gang's defense in a blink of an eye.

The black commander's eyes widened, and he pointed at the figure in the monitor with trembling fingers, whether it was joy or anger: "Didn't I say to put the SWAT team on standby? Whose subordinate is this?"

The detective in charge of the special police team quickly contacted the special police team, but the news he received was that no one there took the initiative to attack, and everyone obeyed the order and was on standby.

The agents in the command vehicle stared at the active figure on the monitor with shocked expressions on their faces, what the hell!If no member of the SWAT team moves, who is on the monitor?
"I... I don't know, our people are all outside, so what should we do now?"

"What else can I do?" The black commander stood up angrily: "The person has been exposed, and now let everyone press down immediately, and Veron must not be allowed to escape!"

"Yes!" A team of heavily armed FBI spread out and began to break into the nightclub.

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On the other side, Ron, who was leading the police counterattack on the field, hacked into the earphones of the FBI command system, and when he heard the FBI SWAT team's dispatch order, he immediately found an opportunity to hide his figure in the blind spot of the monitor again. The flexibility to climb into the ventilation duct.

Just as he came, he made no sound like a ghost, and at this time, the well-trained FBI special police had broken into the nightclub lobby and fought with Veron's men who stayed downstairs.

However, Veron has been rampant in Miami for many years. Although the combat effectiveness of Snare's subordinates is not very good, they are more successful because they keep pouring out from all corners of the nightclub, making it extremely difficult for the FBI to attack.

Commander Commander's face became darker and darker, unlike his subordinates, he knew that this was not a simple bandit suppression operation, but also involved a struggle among high-level figures, he was so nervous that his palms and forehead were covered with sweat.

What Veron had in his hands would be ruined if it fell into someone else's hands.

"Sir, our people seem to be overwhelmed, why don't we pull back some people from other places?" The gun battle in the nightclub continued to rage, and the commander finally made up his mind and waved his hand.

"Go and withdraw all the outsiders, and hunt down Veron with all your strength!"

Ron, who had been monitoring the FBI command channel, finally showed a smile on his face, and now his chance finally came.

He had already escaped from the nightclub just now, and took off the clothes of the FBI SWAT team on the roof, leaving only one headset still hanging on his ear.

"Thank you, Peggy, without you, I really don't know what I would do this time." Ron said gently into the headset, "The FBI's communication system is so tight that I tried many times and couldn't get in. "

"That only shows that your methods are really bad." A very pleasant female voice in the earphones: "To be honest, I'm not surprised. In terms of IQ, even that idiot Sheldon is a lot stronger than you." cut!"

Ron curled his lips and played a rascal: "Who wants to compare IQ with you two perverts? If I have the ability, I can compare long-distance running, swimming...any sports, you two together are not my opponent."

"Poor savage, you can only regain some confidence in sports. When it comes to sports, why don't you compete with the orangutans in the zoo to climb trees? Do you know what is the biggest difference between humans and animals?" He taunted mercilessly: "It's wisdom, my dear little fool~"

"Stop, stop," Ron quickly stopped Peggy's sarcasm: "I'm still at work, can you tell me that the FBI in the slums has begun to withdraw?"

"Let me take a look." Peggy paused for a moment: "They have already taken action. If you start now, you will probably meet them on Highway [-]."

"Look?" Ron asked suspiciously.

"That's right, I seconded a military satellite to take a look at it just now, and their people just boarded the car, do you have any questions?" Peggy said as a matter of course.

"No, nothing."

What else can Ron say about this top-level hacker boss who uses military satellites as soon as he says he wants to use it, other than saying "Big guy is awesome" in his heart?Anyway, he's on the same side as him.

(End of this chapter)