Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Ron's box was custom-made with special materials and was not affected by any explosion. Ron put the Glock pistol and holster he was wearing back into the empty slot in the box, and then took out a revolver with a sacred look on his face. The cover is reattached to the belt.

Brush~

Ron quickly pulled out the gun, then retracted it, and then pulled out the gun again. He repeated this three times. Finally, he was satisfied and placed the revolver in his palm and rubbed it repeatedly, like a fetish pervert.

If any familiar professional shooter sees Ron's movements, they will be surprised to find that Ron's drawing speed is twice as fast as when using a Glock!

What surprised the professional gunner even more was the revolver in Ron's hand: a Smith \u0026 Wesson M500 revolver.

One of the most famous pistols, and its fame comes from its large caliber. This gun has a caliber of 0.50 inches, which is 12.7 mm. It fires .50 Magnum high-power pistol bullets. Because the bullets are too large, the general rotation The revolver chamber can hold six rounds, while the Smith \u0026 Wesson M500 revolver can only hold five rounds.

Of course, the corresponding power also brings corresponding strong recoil. Under normal circumstances, this thing will not be used except for hunting, but Ron's one is different. It is the one he has obtained in the past twenty years. The only legendary weapon recognized by the system!

In Ron's eyes, the gun shone with a distinctive orange light.

"Old Jack's Smith \u0026 Wesson M500 revolver, the last sidearm of legendary gunman Jack Marston, is extremely powerful. After Old Jack's improvements, the recoil is greatly reduced, and you can even control it with one hand!"

This gun came from Ron's childhood neighbor, a veteran, and Ron was taught marksmanship by this veteran.

The veteran was Jack Marston. People in the town said he was once a very great man, but when Ron met him, he was already an old man who could hardly even walk on his own.

Although the old man has trouble walking, his marksmanship is still the same as before. As a military fan who never got what he wanted because of China's ban on guns in his previous life, Ron went to the old man to learn how to shoot. After going back and forth, he was actually fooled by Old Jack. Treat him like a grandson.

He even specifically stated in his will that Ron would inherit his favorite pistol.

In addition to the pistol from Old Jack, Ron received the system's second skill: sharpshooter after his marksmanship was approved by Old Jack.

"Sharpshooter (passive): The marksmanship passed down by Arthur Morgan, the first sharpshooter of the Van der Linde gang. When using a revolver, the shooting accuracy is doubled, the rate of fire is doubled, and the drawing speed is doubled (revolver, this is a A cowboy’s last obsession with weapons).”

The most interesting thing is that Ron discovered that this passive skill can not only empower pistols, but also seems to be effective on all rotating weapons.

For example, the M32 grenade launcher Ron took out from the box again...

It was dark at night, and after calling Toretto to confirm that he and Andy were okay, Ron finally walked to the warehouse near the Confucius Temple in Koreatown and observed from the dark alley.

Several Asian gangsters were playing cards casually at the entrance of the warehouse. Each of them had a submachine gun next to them, which seemed to have powerful firepower. The faint light coming from the warehouse indicated that there should be someone else. It seems that the racing clan is right, their lair is here.

Ron climbed to the roof of the supermarket opposite the warehouse, dumped his backpack on the ground, and poured out 18 rounds of grenades. Together with the 6 rounds already in the M32, there were 24 rounds in total. It was not easy to carry it all the way, but for It's a piece of cake for Ron, who has the property of perpetual motion.

Ron arranged the grenades in three rows on the ground with satisfaction, then opened the cover of the M32's scope, put the butt of the gun on his shoulder, and aimed at the three gangsters. The distance was slightly farther, and Ron had to make a second correction to the gun. mouth height, and then pull the trigger with one finger.

"Boom~" There was a slight crisp sound, and the rifle grenade hit one of the gangsters and immediately exploded with a "Bang!", blowing the gangster into a puddle of minced meat. The airflow from the explosion directly blew the other two gangsters to the ground.

"%)@#￥" There was a panicked chirping of birds in the warehouse. A large group of gangsters came out of the warehouse, but they just looked around blankly, not knowing where the attack came from.

Ron on the roof licked his lips lightly. They were really stupid dogs without any military knowledge. They couldn't even form the most basic skirmish formation. When a group of people gathered together, it was as if they were giving heads to Ron specifically. .

How could Ron miss such an opportunity? With a flick of his finger, he fired a second grenade at the place where the thugs were the densest.

"Bang!" The grenade exploded in the crowd, and three more gangsters fell down.

The gangsters finally learned their lesson this time. A dozen or so people immediately dispersed, each found a bunker to hide, and took their guns and shot randomly at places where they thought there might be people. Suddenly there was a chaos of gunfire.

But no one noticed the roof where Ron was. Ron was not polite anymore. He moved his fingers together and quickly fired out the remaining four grenades in the magazine. Three more gangsters were blown out from behind the bunker.

"He's on the roof!" A sharp-eyed gangster finally found Ron's hiding place and fired wildly. Ron immediately leaned down, and the 9mm pistol bullets made a row of bullet holes in the low wall in front of Ron. , but not a single shot hit, and the little gangster's submachine gun hit him lonely.

And Ron's launcher twisted and flicked, and six empty cartridge cases were thrown out. Then he quickly grabbed the grenade on the ground and loaded it into the magazine. Without even showing his head, he imitated the posture of the African uncle shooting an AK and raised the launcher above his head. , a wave of continuous fire knocked the grenade empty, and the little gangster was beaten again.

Then he reloaded without stopping, rolled on the ground behind the low wall, and stood up from another position. At this time, the little gangster's attention was entirely on the place where he lay down just now.

"Go to hell!" Ron held the launcher and fired. With the blessing of the sharpshooter characteristic, the rate of fire of Ron's grenade launcher was comparable to that of an automatic rifle. In the open space at the entrance of the warehouse, Ron once again blew up six Small pit.

"Kill him!" "He only has one person!" "￥) # —— @"

Seeing more and more of their companions falling around them, the Korean gangsters became red-eyed and fired wildly at the roof with submachine guns. They wanted to cut Ron into pieces immediately to vent their hatred, and there were two smart ones. They surrounded the supermarket from left to right.

But is Ron so easy to get along with?

Two sides of the supermarket faced the street, and the other two sides were wrapped by two narrow alleys. After reloading the last six grenades into the magazine, Luo climbed down from the low wall behind the roof of the supermarket. As soon as he landed, he heard something in the alley on one side. Here comes the sound of footsteps.

You're an idiot, you don't think I'm on the roof, do you?

Ron was speechless at the military qualities of these gang members. Anyone who has served in the military should have a basic understanding of tactical transfer, right?

Ron turned his body to one side and fired rapidly and blindly into the dark alley, unleashing firepower. The grenade exploded with even more astonishing power in the narrow alley, and it immediately became like a purgatory on earth.

"Ping!" There was a crisp sound, and the launcher fired empty. Ron threw the launcher on the ground, lifted up his suit and dodged into the alley that had just been "cleaned".

At this time, the outflanking troops on the other side had just turned the corner. Before the gangster at the head had time to figure out the situation, a cold metal object was stuffed into his screaming mouth.

"Goodbye~" Ron said as he gently pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" The little gangster's head exploded like a watermelon dropped to the ground, and the bullet shot into the second person's head with undiminished power, turning it into the same rotten watermelon.

This is the power of the 12.7 mm bullet. Unlike Glock guns that require shooting skills, it is not that troublesome to use this high-power pistol. You just need to shoot, and there is basically no need to reload. Sometimes the bullet The penetrating power can also give you a buy-one-get-one-free surprise.

At this point, both sides were outflanked and completely destroyed.

"Be careful, he's in the alley!" the gangster leader screamed loudly, but none of the remaining gangsters dared to walk into the alley that Ron designated as a place of death. They just pointed their guns at the exit of the alley in fear. , just waiting for any sign of trouble to shoot immediately.

Ron had already climbed back to the roof along the drainage pipe, and quietly looked out along the low wall. There were still four gangsters standing guard at the door of the warehouse. Ron thought about it, and for safety reasons, he threw out the magazine and added another gun. A bullet went in.

Then he stuffed a brick into his backpack and threw it into the alley. It made a "pop" sound like someone landed on the ground. Sure enough, the gangsters immediately fired nervously into the alley.

But Ron silently noted the locations of the gangsters, then suddenly stood up, jumped off the low wall, became mischievous, and shouted: "Noon is here!"

Ron maintained his aiming posture in the air, quickly locked on the four targets, and fired one after another.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!" With every gunshot, a gangster's head exploded. The heads of the last four gangsters turned into exploding watermelons, and only four headless corpses fell to the ground. , the warehouse returned to calm.

"Huh~ This scene is so bloody and a bit inappropriate for children~" Ron blew the white smoke from the gun and sighed with disdain. He casually swung out the revolver of his pistol and poured all the bullets into his hand. He weighed the unfired bullet and reloaded it with the four new bullets. The magazine closed with a click and strode into the gangster's warehouse.

He wants to see what kind of goods it is? It's worth protecting with so many people.

However, Ron was disappointed as the warehouse was filled with DV machines! This thing that will be fucked by a smartphone sooner or later is still quite valuable in this era.

Taken together, a handful of the DV machines in this warehouse are worth about a million dollars. These are probably the results of Toretto's recent work.