Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Ron originally thought that with his superb appearance, he could fool the naughty children into being obedient for a few days. After a few days, the matter had been resolved. When the brats lost their novelty and wanted to cause trouble, they would Let them make trouble as they please.

But it turned out that he was naive.

It was just night, and Zoe was about to go out for a PARTY, but of course she was rejected by Ron, so she returned to the bedroom angrily. Then her youngest daughter Lulu kept holding Ron's legs and asked him to tell a story. Condensation and comparison. , but it was the two boys who made him worry less.

As for the youngest one, with Fiona taking care of him, there is no chance of becoming a monster.

"Thank you so much. If it weren't for you, I don't know what to do with these brats~" Ron hugged Fiona from behind, who had just put the child to sleep.

"Shh! Keep your voice down," Fiona put a finger to her lips: "She just fell asleep. Look at how cute he is. Do you think we can have a baby of our own when?"

It seems that in order to avoid Ron misunderstanding, he added another sentence: "I don't want you to marry me, I just really want a child of our own, and then I will raise him by myself..."

Because of her background, Fiona was always very humble when facing Ron. This humility was reflected in every aspect of their relationship, even though she was not the first one of Ron's close friends to be together. , but the progress in unlocking new postures is ahead of everyone else.

Fortunately, there was no need for Ron to speak, and a new situation immediately appeared that allowed him to avoid this problem.

"Woo~" Ron's alarm sounded. There was an intruder on the lawn. However, because it was an anti-tank mine, it would be fine if anyone stepped on it. As long as someone didn't jump heavily on it, it wouldn't explode at all. So the mines were not detonated.

He just activated the automatic recognition machine gun, and the muzzle of the gun quietly protruded from the cover of plants. As long as Ron touched his finger on the screen, he would immediately shoot the intruder into a sieve.

But Ron frowned when he looked at the footage captured by the surveillance camera, because the figure walking on the lawn with a sinister look clearly had nothing to do with a professionally trained agent from the Association. He couldn't even be considered a soldier, just like an ordinary person. Common...high school student?

"Is it a terrorist?" Fiona asked worriedly.

"I don't know. Just stay in the house and don't come out. I'll go take a look."

Ron was not sure whether the other party was deliberately pretending to be a high school student. This was not difficult for an expert. Ron himself often pretended to be drunkards, businessmen... and other various identities. This possibility could not be ruled out. sex.

Following the stairs to the living room on the first floor, there was a faint noise outside. Through the window, Ron could already see a figure setting up a ladder to the window of the second-floor bedroom outside and climbing up.

Ron made a quick decision and immediately rushed out, holding the figure's legs and throwing him to the ground, "Don't move! If you dare to move again, I will shoot you in the head! Romeo, I am an agent of the Federal Tax Service!"

Halfway through his words, Ron felt his knees behind the man getting wet. When he looked down, he saw that this stupid boy had peed his pants!

"Don't kill me, please don't kill me, I won't dare to do it again!" The man made a childish begging voice.

Ron secretly thought something bad, and quickly moved his legs away, kicking the man on the ground over with his legs. After a closer look, he found that he was really just a high school student.

Before he could ask questions, Zoe rushed over angrily: "Ron, what are you doing?! He is my high school classmate, but he just wants me to go to the PARTY!"

Ron let go of the high school student on the ground and glared at Zoe so hard that she was so frightened that she couldn't help but take a step back. Then, as if thinking of something, he puffed out his slender chest unconvincingly: "What are you staring at? Then It’s scary, this is my home! Look again! Look again and I will file a complaint against you and ask them to replace you!”

"If you can really do it, I beg you to call and complain immediately and ask them to replace me. Do you think I am happy to stare at you brats?"

When talking about this, Ron became very angry: "However, before the Ministry of National Defense replaces me, I still have the final say on everything here. Now go back to your room and go to Zoe immediately! I said no." Go, just don’t go! Also, don’t play any more Romeo and Juliet dramas with me!”

After saying that, Ron ignored the two people who were staring at each other and went back to the bedroom. The boy rubbed his arm that was so painful from Ron's break just now: "Are you still going to the party tonight?"

Zoe glanced at his crotch in disgust: "No, I'm not going. I suggest you don't go either. At least go home and change some pants first to save yourself the embarrassment."

After speaking, he walked back to the room without looking back. Ron showed a relieved smile at the window on the second floor: "Everything is done, I can finally sleep."

Because Fiona had to take care of the baby, the two were not in the same room. Instead, Fiona slept in the master bedroom and Ron slept on the bed made of a sofa in the living room.

It's not a matter of avoiding suspicion, the main reason is that Fiona is afraid of affecting Ron's rest.

At night, everything was quiet. Ron went to sleep in the living room, but not long after sleeping, he was awakened by a heart palpitation.

A feeling of panic and crisis filled Ron's heart. Ron sat up from the sofa and picked up the alarm. There was no response from it, but Ron did not fall asleep.

He had encountered this sense of crisis many times before, and every time this magical intuition led him to escape death. He believed in his intuition.

Ron turned on the monitor screen again. Nothing was seen on the monitors in the house, and the same was true on the front lawn. Until Ron adjusted the monitor to the rear camera, an incredible scene appeared.

In the open space in the backyard, I saw a figure dressed all in white, with his head wrapped in white cloth so that his face could not be seen clearly. Only a pair of eyes were exposed, and he was carrying a samurai sword. He was floating across the grass like a ghost. , the movement looks extremely light, as if there is no weight at all.

Even the vibration sensor Ron arranged didn't respond! You know, this is the latest technology developed by Ron from Howard's laboratory. It can even feel the vibration of a needle falling on the ground! But now, they turned a blind eye to the footsteps of the white "ghost".

Until he walked under the window, the ghost seemed to know the location of the mines in advance. With a very awkward position, he just missed all the landmines buried under the window!

If Ron hadn't been able to clearly see this man's feet, he would have suspected that he had met a ghost!

"Is this a ninjutsu? It looks like there are quite a few brushes." Ron stood up gently and tiptoed along the corner towards the corridor window.

The large-caliber Smith \u0026 Wesson revolver had already been quietly held in his hand.

With a "click", Ron quietly turned the hammer away. The originally small crisp sound became clearly audible in the night. The ghost who had just walked to the window immediately paused and touched his chest with his hand.

Whoosh whoosh~

Accompanied by the sound of breaking glass, three darts struck at Ron in a glyph pattern, as fast as lightning. He quickly turned his head to avoid it. If he hadn't been prepared, he would have been hit by this attack.

At the same time, Ron didn't care whether he saw anyone or not. The moment he stood upright after dodging the darts, he immediately fired two shots toward the window.

But he was obviously a step slower. Just as he was about to fire the third shot after firing two shots, a window suddenly broke open and a white figure bumped in from the outside. Ron quickly turned the gun. Ci Yiyi took another step slower and just as he reached halfway out his hand, he suddenly felt a chill.

Ron shouted in his heart that something was wrong, and quickly retracted his hand. This time, his reaction finally managed to keep up with the opponent's speed. A cold light flashed, and only the smooth half of the pistol in his hand was left, from the magazine to the trigger. The front bit was cut off neatly.

If Ron were a little slower, he wouldn't have to say goodbye to the whole hand, but at least a few fingers would be broken off. Ron couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. This can be said to be the strongest person he has ever encountered since his debut. enemy.

The opponent's reaction was obviously even more surprised than Ron's. At this time, the ghost's blade that had just cut off the pistol was pointing downwards. Without stopping, he immediately took a step toward Ron, flipped the blade, and struck a blow. Li Yin slashed, and another cold light flashed from bottom to top.

Ron didn't even have time to see the trajectory of the opponent's blade clearly, so he rolled to the side in embarrassment, finally getting past the blade.

At this time, Ron had rolled to the ground, lost his pistol, and had almost no room for resistance. Just like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, the ghost immediately raised the katana with both hands above his head and lunged forward. Another slash.

However, Ron was not a small character that could be easily dealt with. His strong desire to survive made him immediately think of a way to break the situation. He ignored the katana that was slashing towards him and kicked hard with his right foot, landing on the leg in front of You.

The cold light tilted, and the samurai sword sliced ​​open the wooden floor next to Ron and then slid out a string of sparks on the cement floor. Taking this opportunity, Ron's hand finally touched the handle of another pistol at his waist.

Without taking the gun out of the holster, he simply turned the muzzle of the gun toward the samurai's head, flipped the hammer and pulled the trigger almost in one go, all at the same time.

"Peng!" Ron's hoped-for shot missed.

"FXXK! Which bastard said that within seven steps, a gun is fast and accurate?! Liar! It's clear that a knife is faster!"

The opponent's reaction speed was so fast that at the moment when Ron fired, he temporarily adjusted his movements and abruptly retracted the third slash that was swung at Ron, and then twisted his whole body backward. It would be difficult for a gymnast to do so. He did it, leaning his upper body back almost parallel to the ground, and dodged Ron's shot.

Then when Ron fired the second shot, he twisted his body like a snake, dodged the bullet, and threw a ball to the ground.

"Bang~" The ball exploded, releasing dazzling white light. Ron quickly closed his eyes and rolled back, knocking over the sofa behind him and turning it over into a bunker. When he poked his head out again, the ghost had completely disappeared.

"Ron! What happened?" Fiona and the children poked their heads out of the stairs in horror.

There was so much movement here, there was no reason why he could still sleep.

"Go back, go back to the house, no one is allowed to come out until I call!" Ron shouted anxiously, and at the same time, he came out from behind the sofa and looked around cautiously at the risk of exposure.

"Hey, you hide your head and show your tail! What was the name of that move you just made? Iai Slash? I heard that it seemed to be a certain number of kills? Right? It doesn't look like that~" Ron was in the middle of the living room, nervously Turning his body, he moved the muzzle of the gun from possible hiding places one by one, and turned on the taunting mode on his lips.

Only in this way can the ghost's attention be firmly controlled on him, so that he cannot be distracted from harming Fiona and the children.

"Sure enough, ninjas are a profession that only knows how to sneak around. The Taoist skills they practice are just some obscene things. Or is it that what your teacher taught you is just such obscene things? Tsk tsk, that's it. Do you have the nerve to call yourself a master?"

No movement? Then try adding some strong ingredients?

"You were very good at lurking in just now. You didn't even trigger the vibrating alarm device. Could it be that you practiced it when you went to peek at a woman taking a shower, right?"

"Wait, that's not right," Ron suddenly seemed to have a sudden realization and continued to ramble: "You will definitely not be able to understand such a difficult thing on your own. Your master must have given it to you, and he must have led you." I got it by going to the women's bathhouse every day to peep, right?"

"I remember that you Benzi people who had a good life when you were young had a comic character who looked like this. What was he called? The Lustful Immortal?"

"That's enough!" Two kunai suddenly flew out from behind the kitchen bar. Ron had always been alert. When he heard the wind, he ducked to the side. The muzzle of his gun was immediately aimed at the position where the wind came from. "Bang, bang," two more shots were fired. .

But this time it was empty again. At this point, Ron no longer dared to shoot again. Although the Smith \u0026 Wesson M500 revolver is amazingly powerful, the corresponding magazine can only hold five rounds of bullets. So far, , his second gun had been fired four times, and only the last bullet was left in the gun.

The other party obviously knew this, and walked out from behind the bar without fear. Each step seemed slow but was actually fast. Every step was toe-first. He could suddenly use force at any time, either forward or backward, left or right. Right, it actually gave Ron a feeling that he couldn't lock it and he didn't dare to shoot.

Ron held the gun hard, his palms full of sweat: "Don't move! If you move again, I'll shoot you immediately!"

"The swordsmanship of our Arashi Kageryu is an upright swordsmanship, not a sneaky thing!" The ghost put the knife back into the sheath in front of Ron and held it in his hand: "I know you only have one bullet in the gun, how dare you If you don’t dare to duel with me, just use your spear and my sword, and I will use our Arashi Kage-ryu’s Iai Slash to defeat you in an upright manner!”

"Correction, that thing of yours is called a knife, not a sword, it's the kind of sword that has edges on both sides." Ron put the gun back into the holster and smiled contemptuously at the other party: "I just happen to have an American Iai Slash, which is fine. Let’s play with you.”