Daily life of an American TV drama agent

The big man rubbed his shoulders and resumed his fighting posture. Ron held the barrel of the gun with both hands. His posture was as if he was preparing to use the gun as a stick. The big man smiled disdainfully, even though Ron had smashed it just now. He was a little hurt, but after all, his skin was rough and his flesh was thick, so he could still take a few more blows.

But he promised that before he was knocked down by the butt of the gun, he would tear the smiling guy in front of him into pieces!

"Ah!" The big guy yelled and rushed towards Ron. Before he arrived, a right straight punch hit his face first. Ron could even see the hair on his big hairy hand clearly and hurriedly He took a step back, raised his rifle before the big man could throw his second punch, and swung it at his head.

A sinister smile flashed across the big man's face. This was the moment he had been waiting for. When he saw the gun butt approaching, he used a nimble boxing step that was completely inappropriate for his body to dodge past. Just because of his step, he and Ron's The distance is even closer than before, and the distance between the faces is almost less than ten centimeters. Now, all it takes is a punch to the face of this pretty boy to make him kneel down and beg for mercy!

Just thinking about this scene made him feel happy.

But he seems to have forgotten that in addition to hands, legs and feet can also be used as means of attack. When two people are close enough, they can even use their knees to cause damage to key parts by simply raising their legs.

"Ah!" Although it was still the same word, this time it turned into a scream. The big man's face turned purple and he clamped his legs, and Ron rounded the rifle in his hand again.

"Boom!" The butt of the gun came into close contact with the big man's face. Ron was about to finish the attack, but Leng Feng over there was already urging loudly: "There are people here again! Let's go! If it's later, we won't be able to escape!"

Ron looked up and saw that a large number of Red Scarf Army were pouring in from the door. He was a little beaten just now, and he almost forgot that this was an area controlled by the Red Scarf Army. Leng Feng had already started the car, and Bourne was hanging on the car with an AK. Shooting at the Red Scarf Army, the car crashed straight into Ron.

Ron dodged to let the car go, jumped when the car passed by, and also grabbed the roof of the car and hung on.

Bang~

The car crashed through the hospital door. Before the soldiers outside could react, Ron and Byrne immediately started shooting. Before the bullets were fired, they had already driven out of the town. Ron then safely retracted his body back into the car, only to find that inside There is already a beautiful mixed-race beauty and a little black girl.

"Is this Dr. Chen? Leng Feng, you haven't told me yet that Dr. Chen is such a sexy beauty." Ron asked knowingly.

"No, I'm not Dr. Chen, I'm his assistant, Rachel. This is Dr. Chen's daughter, Pasha." The little black girl waved to Ron timidly.

In the front row, Leng Feng was driving while reporting to the warship: "The medical team aiding Africa has been massacred by militants. Dr. Chen and other Chinese medical staff have all died. Before they died, Dr. Chen handed over his daughter Pasha to me. , a little black girl, and a female nurse, Rachel.”

"Correct me, I'm a doctor, not a nurse." Rachel said unhappily.

"OK, OK, he's a doctor, not a nurse. Where is my son? How is he now?" Leng Feng asked.

"Godfather, Godfather, I'm here~" On the phone, a video of the little Hei child that Leng Feng had been carrying was sent back: "Where is my mother?"

"I'm on my way to find your mother. I believe my godfather..."

"Are you going to a Chinese-owned factory? I think we should go to the U.S. Embassy. There are Marine Corps there and it is the safest place in the world."

"Maybe it was before, but now~ You can ask the two compatriots around you what they think." Leng Feng said without looking back while driving.

Rachel turned her attention to Ron, who was sitting next to her. Bourne, who was sitting in the front row, was selectively ignored by him. The reason may be because when they were in the hospital just now, Bourne killed someone and splashed blood on her face.

"Have you contacted the embassy?" Ron asked strangely.

It stands to reason that if you have contacted the embassy, ​​the embassy will definitely notify you of the gathering time and evacuate together. If it is in an inconvenient location, although it is a bit troublesome, under normal circumstances, the embassy will still send someone to pick you up.

"Of course, I have already informed them." Rachel said matter-of-factly.

"So where is the person who picked you up? How did he notify them?"

"I @deleted their Twitter account." Rachel said more and more quietly, and she just realized what a stupid mistake she had made.

"Sorry, not only the Marine Corps, but also the US Embassy had already retreated when the civil strife first broke out. There is only an empty house left there. I don't think we can get any help there." Ron answered helplessly. road.

How busy are the embassy staff who check @their own distress messages on Twitter every day? This girl deserved to be trapped here. Ron originally thought that she stayed here voluntarily, but now it seems that it was because of stupidity.

Unconvinced, Rachel took out her mobile phone and called the embassy. Of course, the answer she got was from the embassy's automatic answering machine.

"FXXK!" Rachel slammed the phone angrily: "Stop! I want to stop!"

Leng Feng looked at Ron and asked what he meant. Ron nodded indifferently.

The car screeched to a stop on the side of the road. Rachel got out of the car angrily and stopped after taking only two steps.

"Let's go, why don't you go?" Ron got out of the car and scoffed at the car door. In front of Rachel, he saw six or seven lions lying in random directions, lazily basking in the sun.

"You should be glad that they are full, otherwise they will definitely fold their hands and thank nature for the gift. Hi, Bourne, is there a word for takeaway in the language of lions? Do you think these lions will treat us as takeaways? ?”

Bourne smiled and said nothing.

"Rachel, come back." Pasha called pitifully, finally giving her a step down. Rachel walked around the car, opened the door from the other side, got in, and sat on the other side angrily.

Most of the roads in Africa are gravel-paved dirt roads. Even the SUV they drove with a relatively high chassis would not go too fast. It took Ron and his party almost an hour to drive this way. 80 kilometers of mountain roads.

Seeing the outline of the Chinese-owned factory ahead becoming clearer and clearer, Ron suddenly patted the seat in front of him: "Stop! It's cold, stop the car quickly!"

He didn't know why, but out of the friendship of escaping together, Leng Feng parked the car on the side of the road: "What's wrong? Ron."

"I don't think we can go any further, or at least we shouldn't go all the way." Ron pointed to the factory in front of him with a solemn expression: "Look at the small road in front of the factory. Obstacles are deliberately placed on the road so that vehicles can only pass through the obstacles. I think there is something wrong with going around things.”

Leng Feng looked in the direction Ron pointed and immediately saw the problem pointed out by Ron. He couldn't help but give Ron a thumbs up in his heart. If Ron hadn't reminded him, he wouldn't have noticed it.

"Indeed, this is a bit unusual. What do you think is the cause?" Leng Feng is a special forces soldier.

In terms of personal ability, he considers himself to be pretty good, but when it comes to tactical level, he is a little less interesting. In this case, he is more willing to seek Ron's opinion.

Although Bourne was frustrated, his natural affinity for Ron made him very willing to listen to Ron's words. Ron had unknowingly become the backbone of this small peak team.

"There are only two situations. Either this is a defense facility that people in the factory organized and built on their own after receiving information about the civil unrest, or this place has been occupied by the Red Turban Army, and they plan to build it into a temporary stronghold, but no matter which I don't think we should move forward rashly."

Ron thought for a while and said, although the memory of the movie in his previous life is still vague, Ron is more willing to be cautious about this kind of uncertainty.

Affected by Ron's mood, Leng Feng also began to become cautious: "The first situation is okay, as long as we communicate with them, it will be fine, but the second situation is dangerous. What should we do now?"

"Under normal circumstances, I would send a drone to take a look first, but we don't have a drone now." Ron said angrily.

This trip to Africa was a spur-of-the-moment initiative, and all the weapons and equipment were temporarily deployed from the arms sold by Yuri in Africa.

Low-level rooms like African Warlords have not even figured out the most basic infantry-tank coordination. It is simply a joke to expect them to control drones and engage in high-end unmanned warfare, so drones are not here. There is no sales volume, and Yuri naturally has no equipment.

"Or we can send a scout over there to take a look, like me."

As he spoke, Bourne untied his backpack and prepared to go over. Just as he was about to take action, he was stopped by Leng Feng: "It's better for me to go. I'm Chinese. If it's the second situation, at least they won't Will shoot directly, most of the mercenaries here are white people like you."

This is quite true. Africa has been at war all year round, and the warlords' soldiers are of low quality, so they often use mercenaries. The biggest source of mercenaries is retired veterans of the European and American armies, most of whom are white.

Bourne looked at Ron, Ron thought for a moment and nodded and said: "If this is the case, I suggest you don't take any weapons and go over empty-handed to express our goodwill to the maximum extent, but don't worry, Bourne and I En will provide you with sufficient fire support. If you feel something is wrong, run immediately and run as fast as you can. Do you understand? I guarantee that as long as you turn around and run, they will not shoot you."

"Don't worry, I'm the sprint champion in the army." Leng Feng said carelessly, not caring about life or death.

He was not worried about his own safety. Along the way, Ron's performance had convinced him of the strength of his new friend. Since he dared to promise himself, he would be fine.

"OK, let's take action now," Ron clapped his hands and began to give orders: "The women and children stay here, Bourne, you operate the rocket launcher, and I will be responsible for the short-range fire support."

As Ron spoke, he took out a Browning M2 heavy machine gun from the trunk and put it on his shoulder. The ammunition box was stuffed into Leng Feng's hand.

The two walked forward 200 meters together and found a small low-lying mound. Ron put down the tripod, mounted the machine gun, and took the ammunition box from Leng Feng: "I'll leave the rest to you. Remember what I said. If something goes wrong, run away immediately!"

Before leaving, Ron explained again worriedly. Leng Feng just nodded silently, turned around and walked towards the factory alone.

Ron and Byrne's eyes were following Leng Feng's back. Under their gaze, Leng Feng walked through the obstacle area set up with old tires and gasoline barrels. As soon as he came to the factory gate, "Peng Peng" two gunshots were fired and bullets were fired. On the land in front of Leng Feng, Ron's finger immediately touched the trigger. Just as he was about to shoot, Leng Feng waved his hand to his position, then turned around, raised his hands, and took a few steps forward.

"I'm Chinese, and I'm here to see Nisha, Tutu's mother."

Tutu is the name of Leng Feng's godson, and his mother happens to work here.

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of black men wearing security uniforms and holding AKs suddenly appeared from behind the debris piled at the entrance of the factory. In an instant, more than a dozen guns were pointed at Leng Feng.

However, Leng Feng and Ron were relieved. They were still wearing security uniforms, indicating that the place had not been occupied by the Red Scarf Army.

"Is there anyone here? I'm here to save you." Lengfeng was not sure whether these security guards could understand Chinese, so he could only yell at the door.

The door opened with a bang, and a group of armed security guards with guns surrounded a young man who hung headphones around his neck and walked out in vain. He walked around the cold wind twice, looked back and forth, and suddenly took out a pistol from his body and pointed it. On Leng Lengfeng's head, an extremely arrogant voice sounded in Leng Feng's ears and from the factory loudspeaker at the same time:

"I have 18 AKs and 30 Type 79 grenades here. Now a gun is put on your head. What are you going to do to save us?"

Well, it seems that this should be a spoiled rich second generation. Ron made a conclusion in his mind, but he still felt a little unhappy about the attitude of this rich second generation. He picked up the walkie-talkie next to him: "This person's attitude is a bit... So arrogant~ I think we should give him some color."

"What are you going to do?" Bourne looked forward with Ron as the leader.

"Three ranging flares, you know." Ron's lips curved into a smirk.

The 107 rocket launcher was originally loaded with flares. Bourne didn't even need to measure the range, because he had already measured it and just pressed the launch button.

"Peng Pengpeng~"

Three rockets rose into the air, drew a short arc, and landed next to the rich second generation almost instantly. A veteran-looking security guard next to her saw that the situation was not good, and immediately grabbed the rich second generation by their collar and threw it to the ground. The whole person rushed forward and pressed him down: "Lie down quickly! The enemy is attacking!"

The black security guards immediately panicked and hurriedly fell to the ground and covered their heads. However, after waiting for a long time, the explosion they expected did not come. Only then did they dare to carefully open their eyes.

Next to where Leng Feng was standing, three signal bombs that had been thrown here were emitting white smoke.

They were fooled.