Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Gatling, who was braving blue fire, fired a series of bullets, tearing the rear window of the car in front into pieces and leaving a string of bullet marks on the rear of the car.

It didn’t even penetrate!

"Is the entire car made of bulletproof materials? Your organization is really extravagant~" Ron couldn't help but sigh.

The 5.56mm machine gun bullet seems to be much smaller than the 12.7 caliber when it is buckled, but in fact, it is still a high-penetrating bullet. A machine gun of this caliber, let alone a small car, can easily explode even with a rifle. Cars, even lightly armored vehicles, will be seriously threatened.

"Drive more slowly! I'll give him some color to see!" Sabina, who was sitting next to Ron, was certainly not a fuel-efficient lamp. She immediately leaned out of the sunroof and aimed her pistol at the SUV in front of her.

With the "bang bang" sound of gunfire, Sabina instantly emptied a magazine and fired a series of sparks at the rear of the SUV, but none of the bullets caused any real damage to the car.

When the tattooed man in the SUV in front saw Sabina's actions in the rearview mirror, he sneered disdainfully, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and hit the butt of the escaping car in front with a "dong" sound, directly hitting the car. into the river.

"Jane! Bosley!!" Sabina yelled in the river, and the car that just knocked them into the river didn't even stop after doing all this, and swerved on the side of the road, Walk away.

Anyway, it was not one of Ron's men who fell into the river, and Ron didn't feel bad at all. He parked the car quietly and took out two blankets from the back of the car. Don't ask Ron why he keeps blankets in the car at all times. Just ask him often. Use ~

Two minutes later, three wet figures emerged from the water. Their clothes wetted by the river water clung to their fair bodies, revealing the graceful figures of the three women. Ron was feasting his eyes on them.

"Be careful not to catch cold," Ron handed over the blanket. The African-American waiter, or the angel named Jane, took a cautious step back, her muscles all tight, like a fried...silky chicken.

However, Ron's reaction speed was beyond what an ordinary female agent could keep up with. As soon as Jane's feet moved, Ron followed immediately. He couldn't help but break up, put a blanket on her and Elena, and then He threw another blanket to the lost Sabina.

But the French Silky Chicken didn't appreciate it, and quickly pulled out a gun and pointed it at Ron: "Who are you?"

"Stop! Jane, he is Ron, the person Alex has worked with before, and I was the one he just sent." Sabina pressed Jane's gun: "I'm sorry, she was hit too hard. Bosley just died, we..."

"At the very least, your mission didn't fail, right?" Ron looked at Elena, who was standing shivering behind the two of them: "If you don't want to be watched like a monkey, get in the car now and let's go talk somewhere else? Also? , inform your superiors that I want to know something about the situation, but I don’t think you can answer my questions at your level.”

There is a strict hierarchy within Charlie Detective Agency. Angels are only responsible for the execution of tasks. In order to prevent leaks and to protect Angels, they only have a general understanding of the purpose of the tasks. More specific information is in the hands of the person responsible for information support. Bosley's hands.

Following Sabina's instructions, Ron drove the car to the outskirts of Hamburg.

"Do you want something to eat?" Ron set up a stove next to the car in a very incompetent manner, casually broke some branches from the tree and put them in to light, then put the barbecue grill with skewers in the trunk of the car. .

Yes, he originally planned to go out to have a barbecue and relax after chatting with Elena.

"Would you like some?" Ron handed Sabina a skewer.

"What is this?" Sabina looked at the black and white meat skewers in her hand and was a little confused.

“The roasted lamb’s eye is crunchy and delicious.”

"Ugh~ It's so disgusting!" Sabina quickly spat out the meat she had just eaten and threw the skewers on the ground: "How could anyone eat this!"

"I really don't understand food. You have to know that eyes are one of the most essential parts of an animal." Ron glanced at the meat skewers on the ground, turned around and asked: "Vomiting girl, are you hungry after vomiting?" Want some?"

Elena, the target of Ron's trip, waved her hands with difficulty, then suppressed the churning of her stomach in disbelief, lowered her head and "vomited" again.

Sabina looked at Ron with disgust: I just said that no one would eat this thing, right?

Ron stared back in displeasure: "What are you looking at? She only vomited when she saw the dead, okay? What does it have to do with my barbecue?"

Just as he was talking, a silver sports car drove up on the suburban road, the door opened, and a graceful woman stepped out.

Unfortunately, the place where the woman got off the car happened to be downwind. The smoke from the barbecue fireworks was blown by the small wind and just hit the woman's face. She frowned: "Charlie gives you power, angels, who is she?" ?And him?"

"As I expected, she should be the target of your mission. Although I don't know what your mission is, it just so happens that my mission is also related to her. Ron Lee Cooper, Captain of the IRS Los Angeles Special Operations Team , and at the same time, he is also one of the collaborators of your former agent Alex team."

Under Sabina's dissatisfied gaze, Ron wiped his oily hand on her clothes and stretched out his hand to the new woman: "Hello, Bosley."

"What did you call her? Her surname is Bosley too?" Elena, the vomiting girl, stood up in surprise.

"No, Bosley is just a professional title in their organization, which is equivalent to a military rank and has a status similar to that of a lieutenant, right? Ms. Bosley."

The woman pushed up her glasses, and the lenses reflected a ray of light: "You seem to know our organization very well, how about we go to the safe house to chat?"

"Of course." Ron agreed readily, even if the woman didn't invite him, he would take the initiative.

After taking care of Ron, the woman looked at the African-American female agent who had been standing alone. She had been in a bad mood since she got into Ron's car: "I'm sorry about Edgar."

"Edgar?" Jane recalled the name the woman had just given in confusion.

"This is your Bosley's real name." As she said that, the woman opened her arms to Jane: "Jane, I'm sorry, I know he is very important to you."

Jane took a step back: "I don't need a hug."

"It's okay, I need it." Ron stepped forward, blocking Jane behind him, and took the initiative to greet him with open arms: "I'm sorry, I was deeply touched when I heard about the sacrifice of your agents, and it reminded me of many people we had worked with before. Comrades, we are all sad at this moment~"

Sabina's flat figure was nothing to look at, and Ron had no interest in black people. As for the mission target, Elena, who had short legs, Ron had no interest in it. It wasn't until the arrival of the new Bosley that his eyes finally brightened. .

This is Charlie's Angels~