Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"Artillery? Where did we get the artillery? If there were artillery, our resistance army would have reached the capital long ago. Would we still be entangled with that big bastard Garza here?"

While the guide was still talking and Arthur and Chris were still looking confused, Ron and Carl's eyes were fixed on the gasoline drums they were hiding in the warehouse.

During this period, for some unknown reason, little Carl became obsessed with the Chinese anti-war drama, which was like tearing apart the Japanese with his hands. However, a drama is a drama, and some things are still useful, such as the use of some special weapons.

The gasoline barrel cannon, also known as the heartless cannon, has a very simple structure. It only requires an open gasoline barrel and a bracket. When using it, first ignite a pre-calculated explosive package and throw it inside. Then quickly light the explosive pack used for the attack and put it in.

Calculate the timing of the fuses of the two explosive packets, and use the thrust of the explosion of the first explosive packet to throw the second explosive packet out to achieve the purpose of the attack.

"Of course we have it, but it's not the kind of cannon you thought, but something more useful in a sense." Ron rubbed Ka's smooth little head, and the two of them had the same look on their faces. His signature smirk: "You are really talented, this is a good idea."

"Then there's only one question left." Ron Carr's eyes fell on the guide at the same time, making him tighten his anus in fear: "Is there enough explosives?"

"Enough! I promise it's enough! You can get as much as you want. They are all high-quality high explosives!" the guide said quickly, covering his butt.

"Then, the action begins." Ron took out the long-lost white smiling face mask from his backpack and put it on his face.

Everyone started to act according to Ron's division of labor. Arthur was sent to transport explosives with the guide. Chris, who was originally an accountant and was good at calculations, was left by Ron to calculate the amount of explosives in each explosive package.

This kind of drudgery in the eyes of others is more enjoyable than playing games in the eyes of a paranoid person like Chris.

Ron took little Carl with him and filled the explosive bag bit by bit according to Chris's calculations. Little Carl also added rusty iron nails and small steel balls stained with feces into the explosive bag on his own initiative. , which made Ron's eyelids jump.

If you really want to be blown up by this thing at close range, you will definitely be ruined!

"Stop the car! What do you do?!"

The car with the gasoline barrels was halfway through when it was stopped by Garza's soldiers. Ron poked the guide with his arm, and the guide immediately stuck his head out with a smile: "We plan to open a shop selling seafood in the town at the foot of the mountain. Porridge, please be accommodating, hehe~"

The guide said, calmly handing over a pack of cigarettes. The soldier opened the cigarette case inadvertently, took a cigarette and lit it, nodding with satisfaction. The cigarette case was full except for the cigarette he just took out. A wad full of change, adding up to almost fifty reais.

It's not that the guide is reluctant to pay more. This amount is just right for the identity of the small trader. Any more would be suspicious.

"Are you just going to use this to make porridge?"

"This is a secret recipe that my uncle got from other places. You have to use a gasoline barrel to get that taste. Please help~"

"Let's go!" The soldier kicked the gasoline barrel roughly twice, making a thumping sound. After knowing that it was completely empty, he didn't bother any more and waved his hand to let him go.

The car successfully passed the checkpoint and arrived at the town. From this town, Garza's palace on the top of the mountain was less than 150 meters away, just within the range of the heartless cannon.

"I'm selling porridge. Delicious seafood porridge. It only costs R$5 a bowl." Little Carl started to shout at Ron's signal.

There were many soldiers watching the excitement around. Of course, Ron couldn't take action from the beginning. Instead, he asked everyone to start small business in an orderly manner. The soldiers were also curious and came over to have a taste, but they didn't give any money.

But even so, the popularity of the food stall business was beyond Ron's imagination. Even if they set up five gasoline barrels for cooking, the supply was still in short supply. After Ron tasted the seafood porridge made by the guide, he immediately understood why. .

"Your seafood porridge is pretty good. If you open a shop, you will definitely make a lot of money." Ron was just looking for a reasonable excuse to transport the gasoline barrels to the town. Unexpectedly, he found a random excuse and tasted it. , even he, who has tasted the skills of many Michelin chefs, was full of praise.

"Of course, this is my family's craft. My grandfather used to be the governor's chef. When we win, I plan to open a shop to pass on our family's craft."

There was a strange light in the guide's eyes when he said this.

"Please, you all won the battle, why don't you become a general?"

Carl couldn't understand, but Ron could. In his eyes was a light called hope.

"I believe there will be such a day." Ron patted the guide on the shoulder solemnly.

Ron had also heard of such a group of people in his previous life. They were willing to give up their lives for the freedom and liberation of the nation, but after their careers finally succeeded, they returned to ordinary life and continued to live their ordinary lives.

For a moment, the guide's figure actually overlapped with the great body in Ron's impression.

It was getting late, and the people gathered in front of the food stall gradually dispersed. Only a few customers remained. The porridge was about to be sold out. The soldiers had already lost their vigilance against them and hid somewhere to fish.

In the name of transporting materials, the truck has made several trips back and forth between the town and the warehouse at the foot of the mountain, and all the explosive packages prepared the night before have been delivered.

"OK, today's porridge has been sold out. If you like it, come back another day~" Ron said, tapping the gasoline drum with a spoon, and at the same time added in a low voice: "If you can still meet it another day."

After shouting to close the stall, the few people did not start loading things into the car. Instead, they simply brushed the gasoline barrel with a large mop, and two lit explosive bags were stuffed into it.

While doing business just now, the gasoline barrel had been half buried in the soil. The firewood surrounding the gasoline barrel had been used to heat the porridge in the barrel. The soldier said it was a secret recipe passed down from ancestors.

The actual reason is to share the chamber pressure of the explosion with the gasoline barrel in this way.

"Five seconds, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1," Chris looked at his watch and started counting: "Launch!"

"BOOM!" The ground shook, and the explosive bag containing high-power explosives and various miscellaneous items added by Karl was blown up into the sky, but there was no explosion sound for a long time.

"Did you miscalculate Chris? Or did you blow out the fuse of another explosive pack when it exploded?" Karl asked anxiously.