The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 98 The Second Orange Weapon and the Ball
Ron had a full sleep, a full sleep in the real sense.

I mean, he slept from noon on the first day until the next morning, and then fell asleep after eating a cheesecake that Penny brought back from the cheese factory that was about to expire in the refrigerator , He didn't wake up until the afternoon.

When he woke up in a full state, the system that had not been activated for a long time finally sent him a pleasant news without accident.

"Congratulations to the host for being recognized by the character Arthur. The host has received Arthur's gift: perfect infiltration (it is indeed a good way to kill all the people in the target area with heavy firepower, but the old profession of killer should not be lost ~ master level Your sneaking skills, you deserve it.)”

When Ron saw the first half of the explanation, his heart suddenly became cold, and he didn't feel relieved until the end. Fortunately, it was a serious skill, if it was the ghost thing he made up to Arthur.

Does the system need to teach things like heavy fire coverage?

The same feeling as the previous few times, it didn't have any effect on the body at first, but when the skills started to transfer, I would feel dizzy, and then became very lethargic until the skills were all transferred to the body.

According to Ron's understanding, this should be an adverse reaction caused by the brain when it receives too much information, which is the same as getting hot from playing games with your fingers for a long time.

Ron closed his eyes, and there was a lot of knowledge in his mind that he didn't have before. Now he can even confidently go downstairs to buy instant noodles, and then open all the doors of the entire apartment building.

Not only that, Ron also found that in the holster, the M1911 pistol that Arthur casually gave him yesterday emitted a dazzling orange light!

Just like last time, when Old Jack gave the gun to Ron, there was no light yet, and when Old Jack really recognized Ron's gun, his Smith & Wesson pistol began to glow orange.

If you use the terms of domestic garbage page games, this is the brilliance of an epic weapon!

Ron only has one orange weapon so far, and it is surprisingly easy to use. Is he going to get a second one now?I don't know what attributes this one will have.

Ron walked up to the weapon with excitement, took it out, held it carefully in his hand like a pilgrimage, and checked its attributes with the system.

It's just that the characteristics of this weapon really blinded his eyes.

"The suicide man's M1911 pistol (Collected Edition of Rock Island Armory), from the naval officer on the Korean battlefield to the legendary killer Harry, every owner used it to commit suicide. This gun has a magical power that can make people Go peacefully."

Ron was afraid that he would make a mistake, so he re-read the instructions, and the result was no surprise, this "epic" weapon was useless except for making people walk peacefully.

I fell!

What use do I want you for!An Xiang?Isn't it special preferential treatment for the enemy?Can I still use this thing to commit suicide? !
Ron felt that the characteristics of this weapon were simply ridiculous, and he probably would never use this crap, but fortunately, it was a gift from his subordinates, and Ron didn't throw it away, but just casually put it in the farthest corner of his system space.

Every time Ron draws his gun unexpectedly and quickly, he relies on it. Unfortunately, it is only a small 3*3*3, with a total of 27 cubic meters.

This guy, is the P90 he picked up from the killer company yesterday easy to use? That weapon is purple, and its features are only a simple sentence, but it is extremely easy to use.

"The P90 that was born from the production line under extremely accidental conditions has a characteristic: no recoil at all."

This entry alone is enough to overcome everything, and it would be even better if this entry could be attached to Ron's revolver.

"Goo~" Ron's hungry stomach beeped, pulling him out of the system and back to reality, he was hungry.

But when Ron habitually walked to the barren hotel in that barren neighborhood, the Williamsburg restaurant, the door was tightly closed, and there was a closed sign posted on the door.

Not far away, on an old-fashioned extended Lincoln sedan that had been discontinued in 02, there were four figures of men, women, one, one, three, and small, eating small cakes.

Of course, the largest figure was a Polish woman in an evening dress. Together with her huge body that was fully supported by the low-cut dress, it was like a big meat mountain. Ron immediately recognized that it was someone from Max's shop.

"Hi~" Earl, who knows Ron best, was the first to say hello: "If you are here to play the role of the Prince Charming who saves the suffering, it is too late, we already have a fairy godmother~"

"Sophie," the Polish woman swayed her hips coquettishly to Ron: "The fairy godmother is here."

"The little crown on your head really matches your outfit today~" Ron complimented against his will, and at the same time pulled a little distance away calmly: "Who can tell me why you are so grandly dressed today?
Is it to celebrate Independence Day?If I remember correctly, it should be next Wednesday. "

Li Han came over to shake hands with Ron very enthusiastically: "No, it's Max and Caroline. They are going to a dance today. We planned to go together, but Oleg's car broke down."

Oleg spread his hands: "Sophie, I said that my cousin will bring tools to repair the car within half an hour."

"You said this sentence an hour ago, and now the two little sweet girls have been gone for 10 minutes." Sophie continued to complain.

Ron sort of cleared his mind from their conversation.

Max and Caroline want to go to a dance party, pretend to meet a very powerful magazine editor, let her taste their small cakes, and give a page to promote them.

But it is a pity that the luxury car that Oleg bought from several times changed hands and broke down just after starting it. In Sophie's words: "Sure enough, he is a man who is not successful enough and has more than bad things."

"Can I know which hotel they went to? Maybe I can help. If she doesn't have an invitation letter, it should be difficult to get in."

"Beverly Hills London West Hollywood Hotel." Sophie caught up a step and continued to eat tofu on Ron's body. Oleg was furious when he saw it, but he had just been scolded and dared not speak. Fire-breathing eyes watched Ron.

But Ron was not happy at all. Although he also liked the plump type, Max's type was just right, not...how should I put it?

If you use a muscle sports car to describe Max, then Sophie is a heavy tank, and it is also one of those bloated models in World War II that lay prone at every turn.

Ron felt that it was not suitable to stay here for long.

"Thank you," Ron took the small cake Sophie handed him, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it hard without chewing, and his hunger was greatly relieved: "Nice to meet you, Ms. Sophie, but I miss you My princess needs help, goodbye~"

After speaking, Ron got back into his car and drove away, leaving only Sophie who stayed where he was, staring at Ron's leaving car: "It's so cool~ If I can have sex with a man like this That’s enough, I really don’t know which of the two little sweet girls the princess he’s talking about, they’re so lucky~”

"Maybe both of them~" Earl whispered.

(End of this chapter)