Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Chapter 416 Sunshine Rainbow Little White Horse~

The elevator leads directly to the top floor, and then you go up the stairs to the rooftop, which is the best sniper position in the entire hospital.

At this time, a black CIA guy was waiting for the exit of the underground garage with a sniper rifle. Ron looked over and immediately retracted. As soon as his eyes rolled, an idea came to his mind.

"Is the hospital's public address system still working?" Ron retreated to a safe enough location and called Finch.

"No problem, what are you going to do?"

"Don't worry about it. Help me connect my phone to the broadcast control system. Hurry!" After Ron ordered, he immediately hung up the phone without waiting for Finch to say anything else. He didn't care how many reasons Finch had. Anyway, in the end, in order to keep him Good gay partner.

Sure enough, immediately, a control window popped up on Ron's phone. At this time, John had just come out of the underground garage after solving the problem. A black car drove up not far from him, and he knew the two people who got out.

One is Mark, his former boss at the CIA, and the other is Carter, the Los Angeles police detective who was rescued by him not long ago.

"Hello, John, I didn't expect you to be alive, let alone in Los Angeles. I thought you would find a cabin in the woods to hide?" Mark said with a smile.

But John had no intention of chatting with him: "What do you want, Mark?"

"It's time to go home, John. How about writing off the past?" Mark set out his conditions. In fact, this condition was only for his subordinates to see. He told his subordinates that he was not so heartless, even if it was Traitors will always have a way to survive.

But in fact, he had already guessed John's answer. John would die here no matter what!

Because he knows too much.

"You know this is impossible." John's choice did not disappoint him as always, but just as he was about to wave for the sniper to fire, something changed suddenly.

All the loudspeakers in the hospital played music at the same time: "How can you cry? Everything will be fine."

Let everything go, you just have to think about it

Why do you still hate him if you have no choice?

Why do you care about it? Keep it in mind.

You are Nene Nene

within within within within within

…”

At first, everyone was just confused, but soon, as the lyrics started to be repeated, whether it was Detective Carter next to Mark or the two black sniper guys on the roof, the originally dark face instantly turned green.

"Who?!" Mark raised his head and yelled, but the only answer was a scream from his men. The black sniper he arranged on the top of the building was thrown down from the building by Ron.

The sniper at another sniper point immediately turned his gun and aimed towards the roof of the building, but there was nothing in his scope. There was no one on the opposite floor? Then how did his companion get thrown from the building? It can't be a ghost, right?

But when he stood up, a ray of fire shot out from the house on the top floor opposite, instantly drilling a bloody hole in his chest.

"Stupid CIA trash, didn't you know your big bald head would reflect light at night?"

Ron sneered, in the dark night, if there is no light in a room, it will be the darkest place. From the dark place, you can see the bright place clearly, but when you look into the dark place from the bright place, it will only be pitch black.

When Ron threw the first sniper downstairs, he had already rolled down the stairs. Everyone was focused on the person who fell. No one noticed Ron's situation at all. Then, he Go into the house on the top floor and kill the second sniper with the first sniper's gun.

At this point, Mark's two men were all wiped out, and only Mark himself, facing the sneering John, had already huddled behind Officer Carter, and raised his gun at John with a sullen expression: "Don't come over here!"

"Ha, coward~" John didn't even have the heart to punch this shameless former boss. He sneered and walked past him in a swagger. Mark was relieved.

But just because John didn't hit him, it didn't mean that no one else hit him. A fist suddenly hit his eye socket.

"Damn it! You just used me as a shield, didn't you?!" Officer Carter looked at him angrily.

Mark was furious: "Carter! How dare you hit the superior officer! Just wait, I will let the police department fire you tomorrow! You are finished!"

"Then do it as soon as possible! Bastard!" Carter kicked Mark in the middle of his legs. Mark screamed and fell to the ground. Officer Carter kicked him hard twice in frustration, and then drove away in a hurry. He was left alone wailing in the night.

It just seems like that.

Dong dong dong...

A sound of footsteps came closer and closer, and Mark raised his head with difficulty until he saw the appearance of the person clearly. The ugly face that was originally distorted by pain instantly turned into another kind of distortion, that of panic.

"Ron! You...why are you here?"

How could he not recognize an extremely dangerous person registered by both black and white police all over the world? Even before he embarked on this mission, his biggest worry was the uncertainty of Ron.

But in the end, no matter what the back and forth, John still knew too much, and he had to kill this dead man who should have been dead again!

"What? I'm walking on my own territory. Do I still need to report to the CIA in advance?" Ron asked with a smile, but even a fool could smell the threat in his words.

Ron took out his beloved Smith \u0026 Wesson pistol from the holster island and polished it repeatedly in his hand. He looked at Mark unkindly, as if looking for a place to shoot. Mark was so frightened that he stopped quickly.

"Wait a minute! Do you remember? I even treated you to dinner!"

"If I remember correctly, Hobbes paid for that meal." Ron blew the dust off his gun nonchalantly.

Such a clean gun, where did the dust come from? Mark knew that every time Ron made this move, it was a precursor to murder. Mark was so frightened that his heart almost jumped into his throat. Sure enough, Ron's next sentence was: "Do you have any last words?"

"Wait, you can't kill me! I'm from the CIA! You have no execution power over our CIA! If Anonymous knows about this, he will definitely not let you go!"

"Huh, so what about Anonymous? Even if you are the director of the CIA, you have to give me Ron some face, otherwise he won't be able to be the director! How dare you come to my territory to cause trouble!" Ron said. Mark was kicked in the face and Mark rolled around on the ground several times, but he didn't dare to get up on his own.

"Please, spare me. I promise not to tell you anything about killing our people! They... they all died in the line of duty! Yes, they died in the line of duty!"

"Since they all died in the line of duty, I think there can be one more person killed in the line of duty. What do you think?"

"No, please don't, I..." Mark was continuing to beg for mercy when a siren suddenly sounded outside the hospital. Then Mark suddenly changed his humble posture, stood up and laughed wildly: "Haha, I called just now I called the police, and now in front of the police, you absolutely cannot kill me!"

However, Ron was not angry because of his sudden change of attitude. Instead, he still looked at him coldly. It wasn't until he felt so scared that Mark suddenly realized something was wrong. The police siren kept sounding outside the hospital. But after two minutes of delay, no policeman came in, not even the sound of footsteps!

"Even the police are your people?!"

"I say it again, although I have already said it in the email to Anonymous last week, from now on, Los Angeles is my territory, and I am the king of Los Angeles! Anyone who comes to this place and wants to do something must You have to say hello to me first."

Ron declared his sovereignty domineeringly, and suddenly his attitude changed: "You want to live, right?"

Mark nodded wildly.

"Then I'll give you a chance. What do you think of this song?" Ron smiled evilly, picked up Mark by his collar, and pretended to dust him off.

At this time, the song played on Ron's single cycle has been looped for the sixth time, and it is singing "Sunshine Rainbow Little White Horse Didi Didi Didi."

Mark couldn't figure out what Ron was planning, so he could only reply flattered: "It sounds good, it sounds good."

"If it sounds nice, I'll find a place for you to listen to it."

, although he didn’t know what kind of medicine Ron was selling in his gourd, it didn’t stop Mark from immediately planning to run away based on his understanding of Ron’s behavior. However, he was immediately kicked down by Ron and carried away It dragged one leg outside the hospital.

Although she didn’t know whether Mark’s actions benefited Anonymous or someone else, she had to teach the CIA a lesson today.

, Ron was walking and Mark was struggling wildly. When he saw the police outside, he even asked the police for help frantically, but the police were silent as if they were deaf. Ron nodded with satisfaction: "Go! There are two corpses inside, or more, who knows? Remember to make it look like a gang fight and throw two more bags of washing powder on your body, understand?"

"Understood!" The leading policeman straightened up, nodded, and walked inside with his men. At this point, Mark finally felt despair. The entire city of Los Angeles really belonged to Ron.

But the only thing that reassured Mark was that Ron did not do anything to her or abuse him as he imagined, but just tied him up and threw him in the car and drove to the west of the city.

The buildings on both sides became more and more dilapidated as we drove, even more backward than the area where Max lived. This was the poorest area in Los Angeles, also known as the homeless area, where a large number of black people gathered.

Mark wanted to speak, but he could only make a hum sound because his mouth was blocked by the socks Ron had just borrowed from the police.

Finally, the car stopped in an open space in the middle of a house. Ron threw Mark on the open space and did not untie him. Instead, he placed a stereo next to him, blackened his face with a marker, and put Mark on his back. Write on it.

"Don't worry, I didn't kill you just now, and I won't kill you now, but that's not necessarily the case for them." Ron pointed to the surrounding houses, then turned on the speaker, which played Ron's single just now. That song on loop.

, Mark's eyes widened in horror. Although he didn't know what Ron wrote on his back, this song coupled with blackface, if there was a watermelon next to him, it would be an insult to black people. Complete.

Without Ron having to do anything, the black men around him would tear him to pieces!

However, Ron never disappoints. He took another big watermelon from the trunk of the car, placed it next to him and patted it: "I wish you good luck~ If you can survive tonight, I promise you will never do it again." I won’t cause any trouble for you.”

"...You are a Nene, a Nene..." The lyrics reached a sensitive passage, and there was a burst of yelling and cursing from the surrounding rooms, but Ron had already boarded the car and drove away.

An hour later, Ron was already sitting at the dining table of Howard's house, enjoying the exquisite dinner prepared by Bernadette.

"Thank you for your hospitality, Bernadette. I have to say that your cooking skills have greatly changed my impression of Polish dishes. They are really delicious. How did you do it?" Ron wiped it with a napkin. Pouting his lips, he praised with satisfaction.

"Oh, thank you. Maybe it's because I have to help my mother prepare meals for more than a dozen brothers and sisters since I was a child."

"Howard, hold on to this girl, don't let her run away." Ron patted Howard on the shoulder. Howard was not in a high mood tonight. Of course Ron knew the reason and was about to ask.

"Ding dong~" The doorbell rang. Howard stood up and opened the door. It was Stewart who was outside the door.

"What do you want?" Howard looked ugly.

Stewart got right to the point: "I probably sensed that you had a problem with me living at your mom's house."

"You're right, I have an opinion, I think it's weird..."

"Howard." Ron called him.

"That's right! He's an adult man, can he just live here without paying the rent? How can this give him the motivation to stop being lazy and find a job?" Howard exploded on the spot and glared at Stewart unhappily: "You have a life plan? ?"

"Calm down, Howard, do you think your tone now sounds like a conversation between a father and his son?" Ron rolled his eyes.

Please~ He came to Howard's house for dinner just to avoid Sheldon's beeping when he just came home. Unexpectedly, it started again here. If he had known, he should have gone to Gallagher's house.

Upon hearing Stewart's choice of words, Howard became even more upset: "'You and my mother'? You are not my father!"

"I didn't say I was your father!"

"I didn't say either!"

Ron was overwhelmed by the quarrel and walked between the two of them: "OK, calm down! You are not his father, he is not your father, and no one here is the father! Okay? FXXK! God knows, I'm in Los Angeles The king of the underground, the king who just fought against the CIA, comes back and has to deal with trivial matters like yours. Please, you are not children anymore, okay? Don't quarrel like children."

"Come into the room and sit down for me. Let's talk carefully. I hope you can resolve the matter today. Bernadette, just look at them." Ron was still very optimistic about Bernadette's aura. .

"Then where are you going?"

"I'm going to go outside and calm down." Ron said depressedly.