Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Ron got out of the car and pulled off the cloth, revealing the ferocious steel monster inside: "Now, start working~"

I don’t know if it’s God’s favor or Arthur Morgan’s obsession in heaven, but Ron discovered that his marksman characteristics can actually be blessed with the Type 63 Multiple Rocket Launcher!

Is this also a wheeled weapon? There was a big question mark in Ron's heart, and he immediately felt that the Remington shotgun in his hand was no longer good for him.

"If you miscalculated, you should bring out your M32." Ron murmured.

"Isn't it enough to have multiple rocket launchers? Do you know how terrifying it would be if it were all equipped with high-explosive rockets? It could almost wipe that laundry off the map!"

Hank checked his ears. Did he hear it correctly? Isn’t this enough firepower?

"No way, who made my soul come from a mysterious ancient eastern country, and the fear of insufficient heavy firepower is deeply rooted in my blood?" Ron shrugged and said nonsensically.

"Are you talking about the game?" Hank rechecked the M4 carbine in his hand and asked in confusion.

His new BOSS often made shocking remarks and said nonsense. Even though Andy had told him to ignore him, Hank still couldn't help but ask.

"No, I said 'reincarnation'." When Ron said the word "reincarnation" in Chinese, Hank was confused. Fortunately, Ron had no intention of continuing on this topic.

"Have you seen the small street in front of the laundry? You can just go around to the back door of the laundry. There is a house there just opposite the laundry. You stay there first and wait for me to fire the gun here. , someone will come out from there, no matter if you see any living creature, just let him lie down, and you are not allowed to rush in without my order, understand?

The weapons in your hands are not children's toys. You don't need me to teach you this, right? "

Hank nodded quickly and shook his head. He didn't know how to reply for a while. Ron waved his hand and began to lurk towards the designated place. During this period, he did not attract the attention of anyone in the laundry room, while Ron was aiming the rocket launcher. After adjusting to the appropriate position, finally press the launch button.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" The first round of four rockets loaded with tear gas warheads swarmed into Uncle Fried Chicken's laundry.

"There's an attack!" The people inside yelled in horror and immediately fell down. Others followed suit and fell to the ground, but the expected explosion did not happen.

Instead of exploding, the four rockets spread some kind of black gas outward at an incredible speed. The people wrapped in the gas were immediately choked with runny noses and tears streaming down their faces, and the sound of coughing could be heard in the smoke. .

"It's tear gas!" Some of Flynn's men immediately reacted. They got up from the ground and ran away in an attempt to avoid the smoke. However, this laundry only had two doors, one in front and one in the back. Most people immediately targeted the door. .

On the other side, after Ron estimated that the time was about the same, he adjusted the launch angle again, set the rocket's impact point at the door of the laundry, and pressed the launch button again.

"Whoosh..." The four rockets left the barrel almost at the same time and landed among the fleeing horses at the door of the laundry. But the difference this time was that these four rockets were all high-explosive bombs.

"Boom!" There was a loud noise. Before the horse boys at the door had time to figure out what had just fallen among them, they were immediately blown up into the sky by the air wave set off by the explosion, and then torn into pieces by shrapnel.

Ron conservatively estimated that he would kill at least seven or eight horse boys in one go, and finally showed a satisfied look: "Perfect!"

"Cough, cough! There is someone at the door! Cough, go through the back door!" A dark-skinned man who seemed to be a leader among the horsemen held a rifle and commanded, and then rushed out the back door immediately.

Opening the door, the leader of the horse team immediately greedily took a deep breath of unpolluted air, and was finally saved...

However, before he could finish taking a breath, Hank, who had been ambushing him at the back door, fired a short "tap-tap-tap!" and the leader of the horse boys fell to the ground softly.

"Cunning cop, they also ambushed someone at the back door!" Even if no one needed to tell him, the other boys inside understood it and immediately took out various weapons and fired wildly at the back door while coughing.

Unfortunately, it was of no use. Hank kept Ron's order in mind and just stood guard at the back door, waiting to ambush any drug dealer who tried to escape through the back door.

Ron, who was ready to wait, manually changed the flash bomb that was originally loaded into a high-explosive bomb and fired another round into the laundry. Without stopping, he got into the pickup truck and started the car. He stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and headed towards the laundry. Rush away.

"Boom!"

There was a violent explosion, and the horsemen who were once again guarding the back door waiting to ambush the police who rushed in were knocked upside down. For a while, broken limbs and people lying on the ground moaning were everywhere.

"Bang!" Ron's pickup truck drove directly into the store, knocking away a horse boy who was trying to escape from the main entrance and blocking the door with the car body. The horse boys, who still maintained their fighting power after two rounds of bombings, immediately fired at the car. But there was no movement.

No one in the driver's seat? !

The bolder Ma Zai approached and opened the door, only to see that the pickup truck, whose engine was still humming due to the violent acceleration of the accelerator, was empty on the driver's seat, with only a brick pressed against the accelerator. superior.

They were fooled again.

"What a bunch of retards. Fighting with people like you has lowered my IQ." Ron's joking voice sounded, directly plagiarizing the original words that Sherlock had just ridiculed in the morning and giving them back to this group of drug dealers.

"Who!" Ma Zai immediately turned back to look at the source of the sound, which was the door, but the answer to him was only a Remington exclusive No. 12 buckshot. The small lead bullets spurting out immediately beat Ma Zai into sieves. .

Ron, wearing a felt hat and a cool cowboy outfit, strode in from the door holding a shotgun.

Finally, the drug traffickers could no longer bear the repeated blows and collapsed completely. They ran out from behind the temporary bunker crying and crying: "Don't shoot! We surrender!"

"Bang!" A puff of green smoke came out of Ron's gun, and Ma Tsai fell down. Ron immediately "clicked" very skillfully and loaded a bullet into the chamber again.

"I'm sorry, I don't accept surrender. Go to hell, you scum!"

Drug dealers do not deserve to live. This is one of the beliefs that Ron has reached through education in his previous life. If it were not for his work needs to completely squeeze out the big drug lord Flynn, Ron would directly use the 63-type rocket launcher to blast him right now. Home.

PS: There will be another update later. If you are willing to wait, just wait. But I advise everyone to take a rest early. Thank you for your support~