Daily life of an American TV drama agent

On the grass in front of the professor's house, Ron and the ghost stood opposite each other. The distance was only seven or eight meters. Under the eaves next to the door, Fiona stood nervously in the middle holding a handkerchief. Several children cuddled next to her and cheered Ron on. Cheer up, the scene is very much like a classic western movie.

Except for one less scorching sun, there was only one street lamp that illuminated one side of the two people's bodies.

"You are very good. You just had countless opportunities to take action against them, but you didn't. It seems that you are an upright person." Ron Zhang cast an admiring look at Ghost: "What's your name? Ghost."

"I never attack women. As for the name, it doesn't matter. You can call her whatever you want."

The man opposite, who was wrapped in white cloth, said coldly. Ron raised his chin with interest: "Isn't it important? Look at you dressed in white and walking like a ghost. Otherwise, I'd call you a white devil." ~”

"Cough cough cough..." The children in the corridor were coughing. They all choked on their saliva. They thought Ron could come up with some amazing name? That's it? That's it?

On the contrary, the ghost's voice remained calm: "Whatever you want."

When the two were at an impasse just now, Ron offered to have a duel with him to decide the outcome tonight. Originally this was just Ron's delaying tactic, but he didn't expect the other party to agree immediately.

Ron was also an old man, so of course he was not at ease with such an easy verbal promise. He deliberately sold out a few flaws, but the other party had no intention of taking advantage of the opportunity to attack. This made Ron have a good impression of him.

"Just kidding, how about I call you White Ghost?" Ron chuckled, took out a few dark things from his pocket and threw them on the ground: "Originally, I was thinking, if you were a For the sake of the mission, the unscrupulous ninja will kill you no matter what method he uses, but I didn't expect that you are still a guy with a certain bottom line, so it seems that these things are useless."

What Ron threw on the ground were grenades, shock bombs, flash bombs, and a white phosphorus incendiary bomb. Each of them is a close combat weapon. What? You asked Ron why he wasn't afraid of these things hurting him?

Please, when Ron was sleeping outside, he was wearing a bulletproof vest and was the one who took the initiative to use weapons. No matter how you look at it, the other party must be more injured.

But what's interesting is that the white ghost didn't even look at the bits and pieces that Ron threw on the ground. Instead, he said, "You seem to value your companions?"

"Of course, what about you? I heard that the rules of ninjas are those who can sacrifice everything for the mission. Anyone who breaks such rules is called a waste, isn't it?"

"Maybe? But in my opinion, those who break the rules may be trash, but those who don't cherish their companions may be worse than trash!" White Ghost's empty eyes suddenly became alive.

This incident made Ron confused. What's going on? You are a white ghost, not some white-haired ninja from the Hatake family!

"My mission is to take away the things that don't belong here. I'll ask you one last time. If you are willing to hand it over, I can spare your life."

"In the same way, I will tell you back. If you are willing to give up the mission and leave now, I can also be merciful and spare your life." Ron said loudly without fear of the situation.

Putting aside the fact that Ron didn't find the information, even if he found it, there was no way it could be handed over to Aideen. Even if Aideen had a few more super soldiers like White Ghost in his hands, Ron would Eun's answer was the same.

If you can't hit a pistol, you can still use a rifle. If the rifle still doesn't work, you can also use an anti-tank gun. If you use a tank, I don't believe that your little broken samurai sword can also cut open the tank armor!

You think this is really Naruto, you bastard!

"Does that mean we don't have to talk anymore?" Ron took a few steps forward, walked up to White Ghost, and stretched out his hand to him: "In order not to delay sleep later, let's start now."

"That's what I meant." White Ghost held Ron's hand, and then the two of them turned their backs and stood back to back. Ron nodded to Fiona.

Fiona bit her lip: "I declare that the duel has begun. Let's go, one step."

As soon as the words fell, the two of them took a step at the same time.

"Two steps, three steps, four steps..."

The two of them had a tacit understanding, and neither of them took this opportunity to turn around and launch a sneak attack. They just put their hands on their own weapons. This would be the only way to decide their life or death. This was an honest duel.

"Five steps!"

The two turned around, and White Ghost moved faster. He quickly took out three kunai from his arms and threw them at Ron. Of course, Ron's movements were not slow either.

He drew the gun, raised the gun while flipping the hammer, and pulled the trigger, all at once, immediately completing the preparations for the attack.

Although the three kunai were about to fly to Ron at this time, he seemed not to see it, holding his breath and concentrating, as if everything in the outside world had nothing to do with him, even the three kunai that were about to pierce him, It's like it doesn't matter.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

With the same three bullets, after knocking away the three kunai, the gun continued to fire two more shots, but this time the target was changed to throwing the kunai. After throwing the kunai, he clenched the katana in front of him and sprinted towards Ron quickly. Here comes the white ghost.

The advantage of using a gun is that as long as there are bullets in the gun, it can fire continuously, and even the best ninjas who play darts can hardly do this.

However, they can do other things, such as cutting away bullets with knives!

Just when Ron thought he had the winning scroll, White Phantom suddenly drew his sword. Just like last time, Ron didn't even see the trajectory of his sword clearly. He only saw a few cold lights flashing before his eyes, and the bullet actually hit. Off!

No, it can't be said that he missed the target, but the bullet was cut into two pieces by the white ghost with an extremely fast slash. Apart from being amazed by this gorgeous sword skill, the only thing Ron could do was to try not to let himself become A corpse under this sword technique.

Of course, although White Ghost seemed to have the upper hand, he was actually not lightly affected. He was not as relaxed as Ron seemed.

When he usually does training by himself, the most he can do is use a knife to chop a nine-millimeter pistol bullet. Although the bullets are also very fast, they do not carry such huge kinetic energy like Ron's two bullets. His My hands are shaking now.

But the white ghost continued to rush towards Ron with a speed comparable to Bolt!

The blade had returned to the scabbard at some point, as if he had never taken out the knife, but Ron knew that the unsheathed blade was still accumulating power. As long as it entered the attack range, it would immediately Cut yourself into two pieces, just like those bullets, but fortunately, Ron still has a trump card.

"Bang!" Ron fired another shot. Fiona and the children who were watching might think it was nothing, but White Ghost was shocked.

Why is there a sixth bullet? Can't the M500 only hold five rounds of ammunition? After he endured the severe pain and deflected the bullet with the blade of the knife, his hands were shaking so much that he could no longer hold the knife.

When he looked up again, he realized that Ron's gun was a little different from what he saw at the beginning. That gun was not a Smith \u0026 Wesson M500 at all, but a Taurus Taurus!

A trace of pride flashed through Ron's heart. It turned out that he had long ago taken advantage of White Ghost's inattention and seemingly stuffed the loaded gun into his holster, but in fact, when his hand was halfway out, As soon as I thought about it, I threw the M500 into the system space.

Then he quickly summoned a Taurus Furious Hunter pistol from the space and stuffed it into the holster.

Although the bullet caliber used in the Furious Hunter revolver is several sizes smaller than that of the M500, and its power is not as good, there is one advantage that the M500 cannot catch up with, that is, this gun can hold six rounds of bullets.

Ron first loaded the bullet in front of White Ghost, specifically showing him the five-round magazine, but he changed the bag in the middle, and White Ghost still thought that there were only five bullets in Ron's gun. So I suffered a big loss.

But fortunately, Ron's body is already in front of him. As long as he swings the knife, the task can be completed immediately, White Ghost thought, but will things really be as simple as he thought?

How can it be?

Don’t forget, Ron himself has practiced kung fu!

Seeing that he had entered the attack range of the katana, White Ghost immediately raised the sword above his head, but he didn't want Ron to throw away the pistol. Instead of retreating, he advanced, and suddenly a kick got stuck in the landing point of his next step.

At the same time, he lifted his hands up and hit his knife-holding hand. His already trembling hand was immediately twisted and swung to the side along with the katana.

Ron wasn't done yet. He retracted his shoulders, staggered his feet on the ground, borrowed strength from the ground again, raised his arms, and slammed his elbow into the white ghost's chest.

Boom!

There was a muffled sound, and the white ghost flew backwards as if it was hit by a speeding train. Ron took this opportunity to throw out the magazine, took out the six empty shells, and quickly loaded it again with the loader. Six rounds went in.

At this time, the white ghost stood up.

What else can Ron do to be polite in this situation? Raise your hand and raise your gun "Bang bang bang..."

The six rounds of bullets were fired quickly again. The white ghost started to dodge as soon as Ron raised the gun. This time, he finally did not pretend to beep like before and used the knife to kill. Like an ant on a hot pot, he followed Ron. Every time En's muzzle moved, he quickly dodged back.

But this time he was not so lucky, the white ghost was finally shot!

The third bullet hit White Ghost in the lower abdomen, but White Ghost was okay. He had already dodged to the yard wall, rolled back, and when Ron chased him out again, he had disappeared.

"Uncle Ron, you are so powerful! Can you teach me kung fu? The one you used to fight off the bad guys at the end? I want to be as powerful as you." Lulu, the youngest girl, rushed over and hugged Ron's legs. , said with admiration on his face.

"Go back to bed first." Ron patted the little girl's head gently and looked at the children: "You are still growing, so go back to bed. If you have anything to do, we will talk about it tomorrow. Fiona, take care of me. They go in."

Fiona nodded and led the guards into the house, while Ron followed the white ghost's blood trail for a while, and after losing it as expected, he could only collect a few of his blood samples and return to the house.

"I don't know if I can find out his true identity with this little blood. It would be great if I could have a subordinate like this. Finch, can you help me track down that person just now?"

Ron's collecting habit came back again, but this time his reasons were much better than before.

Looking at Ron's current subordinates, there are some who are good at sniping, some who are good at field breakthroughs, and some who are good at driving... There are all kinds of talents, but there is only one missing master who specializes in close combat.

Of course, Guan Yuming is probably one, but after all, he is old, and it is unrealistic for him to play like he did when he was young.

In the past, Ron thought it didn't matter. After all, it's the era of gunfights. Who still plays close combat? But today's ninja forced him into a life-and-death situation twice. This was something he had never experienced in many confrontations with people with guns.

If he hadn't cheated on the gun, and finally used his unexpected fists and kicks to distance himself and reload the gun, he might be a corpse lying on the ground now.

"I just checked all the cameras nearby and couldn't find him. According to my estimation, he should have hacked into all the cameras nearby and replaced them with recording images."

"I don't think that ninja has such skills. This should be done by the organization behind him." Ron shook his head helplessly: "But I also have a picture taken by the surveillance camera in the house. I will send it to you later. Can you help me restore his face based on this?"

"Are you kidding me? You captured this person with only one pair of eyes exposed on the surveillance camera. How do you expect me to recover?" Finch was woken up by a phone call from Ron in the middle of the night. Even a good old man felt angry and quickly calmed down. After a while, he said: "However, according to the shape of the eyes, Asians are more likely to have it. I suggest you start in Chinatown in Los Angeles."

"This is a good idea, or I can start searching directly from the gathering places of Japanese Americans," Ron's eyes lit up: "There is deep racial hatred between Chinese Americans, Korean Americans, and Japanese Americans, and no one should study it specifically. Japanese ninjutsu, so this guy can only be Japanese, just wait and see, I will definitely find you out!"

Ron said confidently, and Finch couldn't help but yawn. If there wasn't another chance to get Ron in the future, he would have wanted to hang up the phone, but now it seemed like there was almost a chance.

"Then let's wait until tomorrow to discuss everything, okay? Mr. Ron, I think it's time for you to go to bed."

Actually, it's time for me to go to sleep. There will be a new investigation tomorrow, Finch thought to himself.

"Well, I wish you a sweet dream." After Ron said, he looked at the deserted streets and could only walk towards the professor's house.

PS: Please ask the Zidianshange children who asked about the new novel last time to join the book club after seeing this message. Please help me try reading it~Thank you~