Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Like Ponyboy, Ron also hates people pointing guns at his head, especially when the other person is the kind of supporting character who doesn't even deserve to have a name in the novel.

"What can I do if I point a gun at you?" The little guy arrogantly pointed his gun at Ron's head: "I not only point a gun at you, I also confiscate your weapons and make you squat with your head in your hands. Come on! What are you doing? Kill me if you can!"

Ethan shook his head, this kid is really dead.

"Okay, this is what you said," Ron snapped his fingers. Just as everyone was confused, the little guy suddenly had a blood hole on his forehead and fell to the ground. Everyone was shocked and everyone was in danger for a while. They all hid behind the nearest bunker to avoid the blow that came from nowhere. For a moment, only Ron was left standing there carefree.

Lark secretly looked at Ron's indifferent expression and couldn't help being furious. He quietly stretched out his pistol from behind the wooden box and aimed at Ron. But before he could move, there was a crisp gunshot. This time, everyone was shocked. Finally, he took it lightly. On the roof of the building next to him, there was a strange four-clawed machine with a light rifle on its back.

If you look closely, you will see that there is more than one of these machines. There are eight of them in every corner. These small crab-like robots are either standing or lying down, and some even stretch out four mechanical legs to hold the pipes and fix them. Above, but without exception, they all extend their guns to the middle of the alley, blocking the place from all angles. As long as Ron's signal is received, the controllers behind these robots will control them to shoot at these people.

This is also the new answer sheet that Howard recently submitted to Ron. Although the previous solution of installing a submachine gun on a drone is good, even if the gun with the smallest recoil is placed on the drone, it will be amplified countless times. Yes, but the pursuit of accuracy is a dream.

So Ron asked Howard to shift his research direction to more stable weapon platforms. For example, these four-legged robots are very good. They are a bit like the mechanical dogs produced by some robotics companies, but they are many times more flexible.

What's even more rare is that these four-legged robots are just enough weight to be transported everywhere by drones. In theory, they can fly quietly and at low altitude to wherever they are wanted to be deployed.

"The game is over, little rookies. Thank you. If it weren't for the dirty water some people poured on me before, I might not have had to keep your lives. You are so lucky. You are my first time. The only person caught alive is you!"

Ron swaggered to the back of the bunker made of debris as if giving a speech in the auditorium, and pulled out the prisoner in the solicitor's hand. In the process, some of the naked people on the White Widow's side wanted to do something to Ron. He started to take action, but as soon as he took out the gun, there was a bloody hole on his head and a dead person appeared on the ground.

Ron looked back at the body of the young minion and smiled contemptuously: "No, no, there are still people who want to try to resist? How about you get up and try? Look at these cute toys above What will happen to you?"

Ron pointed at the robot above. The people below were a little more honest. Ron hooked his fingers at Lark again: "Now I order you to kill him. If you don't do it, I guarantee that you will die immediately." .”

"Bang!" Lark gritted his teeth, and finally shot Lien on the ground.

Ron nodded with satisfaction. The sound of the police car outside the alley was getting closer and closer. When Renault helped Ron grab and return the ammunition, he also called the police. Ron walked out of the alley leisurely: "Leave everything here to me." Hello, Ethan, I also booked a flight for ten o'clock. If the plane is not delayed, I will still have time to watch the Lakers game. Goodbye~"

The little robots on the roof have camera and recording functions, but no one said that these video recordings cannot be edited. As long as the order is slightly adjusted, what Ron did just now will become Lark shooting and killing Lane, and then Ron came out to stop him.

With this video and Ron's connections in the Pentagon, Ron has no worries that the CIA will continue to issue wanted notices for him. If they dare, Ron has many ways to teach them how to behave. The simplest way is to take people with him every day. Assaulting various CIA operation stations to audit the accounts. Although Ron did not have the right to go to the CIA headquarters to audit the accounts, going back and forth to various operation stations was enough for them.

But it turned out that Ron was overly concerned. Those CIA executives were far more sensible than Ron imagined. Ron's plane landed smoothly and passed customs without any obstruction. His wanted order was automatically cancelled. .

But Ron's plan to watch the Lakers game also came to nothing, because when he came to the Staples Center, he happened to meet Max and Caroline who were being ejected.

They were asked out of the gym because they spilled sauce on the court while they were eating in the first row, causing the player to fall. Ron had to accompany them to leave, and it took him a whole night to coax the two of them. good.

Looking at the sun that had risen into the sky, just when Ron thought he could finally take a rest, another phone call came, and he had no choice but to leave the warm bed and set off for Uncle Pritchett's house.

"Hmm~ah! Hmm~ah..."

As soon as Ron walked to the door, he heard Old Pritchett's rhythmic shouting from inside the house. He opened the door and walked into the house. Old Pritchett was lying on the ground doing push-ups.

"What are you going crazy about today? It's just a few push-ups. I didn't hum so loudly when I was giving birth to Joe. Oh, Ron, you're here." Seeing Ron coming in, Goliath adjusted his hair: "Sorry, I called you early in the morning. It’s just that I saw your uncle started exercising abnormally early in the morning. Usually I ask him to go for a run with me, but he refuses and he doesn’t want to tell me the reason. I just want to Maybe Ron can do something about it."

"Because what you pushed out was only six pounds, and what I held up was 220 pounds." Six pounds was the weight of Ron's godson Joe when he was born, and 220 pounds is the old Pritchett's current weight. When Ron came in, his wife said, He cut his sleeves and prepared to stand up, but just as he stood up, his knees weakened and he knelt down again. He could only reach out to Ron helplessly: "Welcome, Ron, you haven't been here for a long time."

"I've been working a little too much lately, but actually, we just met a few days ago, at my brother Sheldon's wedding," Ron pulled old Pritchett up from the ground and looked around at his uncle. : "Let me guess, you seem to be wearing younger clothes today, plus you are working out. If you are also on a diet, I guess you must have a good affair, right?"

Ron was just watching the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal. Just after he finished speaking, Old Richett's face changed. Before she could speak, Gloria exploded with anger: "He just had a breakfast this morning! Damn that!" Who is the adulteress? I want to kill her!"

"Calm down, I just want to stay in shape," Old Pritchett glared at Ron while coaxing his beloved wife. However, under the intense gaze of his beloved wife, he could only tell the real reason: "Okay, I It’s because I have to pick up Qiao from the birthday party later, so I’m exercising, don’t you worry?”

Joe was sent to attend his friend Henry's birthday party early this morning, and Pritchett started to become abnormal from that time on. Gloria immediately understood: "No way? Are you doing it because of Henry's father? Just because of him Younger than you, stronger than you, rougher than you, more manly than you, so you have to be like this?”

"Hey! Take it easy, I'm trying to eat only one breakfast!" Old Pritchett complained jealously, turned to Ron and said, "Joe has been talking about his new friend's father, Henry, all day long lately. Oh my daddy, who cares?! He just worked as a stunt double in a few spy movies. From the first time Joe spent the night at their house, the guy kept trying to prove how cool he was, you know? Can you imagine? One time when I was picking up Joe, he flew over my head on his motorcycle!"

"Okay, so you are jealous of your son," Ron rolled his eyes, feeling like a fool. Just because his uncle was jealous in front of his son, he hurried over. Originally, he thought that something was wrong. About something else: "Actually, I think it doesn't matter. George Sheldon Jr. and I, the idols of the three of us have never been our father, but he doesn't seem so sad."

"That's different. I'm not a fat guy like old George who can't even do a push-up!" Old Pritchett said without hesitation in front of his son: "After he retired from the team, he never I have never done a single push-up, but what about me? I just did 20!"

Well, he is such a competitive old man. Ron sighed in his heart: "But even so, you have to admit that you are old and different from when you were young. I believe you must have done better than this when you were young. Much more, no worse than Henry's father, but when you are old, you can't accept it."

"But I want to be a very cool dad, even if I am not as young as other dads." Old Pritchett said while sitting on the sofa, panting, and the 20 push-ups just now almost killed him.

Old Pritchett had a lonely look in his eyes, and Ron felt a sense of a late hero from him. Although at home, old George always joked that old Pritchett was a cook. Yes, these two couldn't look at each other. The father who is pleasing to the eye always likes to say bad things about each other behind his back.

Pritchett Sr. hated George Sr. because he abducted his sister, and Sr. Joe blamed him because he always told her what to do. Because of this, when Sheldon got married, they specially arranged their seats in the banquet hall. two corners to prevent them from fighting on the spot.

But no matter how much the two of them did not deal with each other, this contradiction did not extend to the next generation. Ron was even one of Pritchett's favorite juniors. This love changed after he discovered that his own son was gay. It was even more obvious, so Ron had always been very close to this uncle.

"Okay, I understand what you mean, Uncle Pritchett, how about this?" Ron walked up to him and handed him a glass of ice water: "I'll pick up Joe with you later. I'll find him." How about a chance to dampen his spirits, show off his skills at the birthday party, win Joe's admiration, and then I'll tell him you taught me all of this?"

"Really?!" Old Pritchett was overjoyed.

"Of course it's true. Anyway, you taught me many of my skills, such as climbing over walls, climbing ropes, and how to make the most delicious red wine beef stew. You gave me everything I had on our first date. My car, an old Mustang, felt great, it was the coolest car in our school at the time, and I don’t know how many girls were vying to get in my passenger seat.”

Ron gently pressed Old Pritchett's shoulder and said with nostalgia.

The Cooper family has many children, and George Sr.'s salary is just enough to cover the living expenses of a family of six. Naturally, there is no extra money to buy the children's first car in their lives according to tradition, even if it is a second-hand car.

Of course, Ron wouldn't go rape George Sr.'s truck with George Sr., but it was impossible for him not to go on a date. Just when he was planning to work on his own to earn money to buy a decent second-hand car, Uncle Pritchett Sr. gave him a got his birthday present, a brand new "second-hand" Mustang.

The terms new and second-hand sometimes do not conflict. When Old Pritchett bought it, it was brand new, but when he sold it to Ron for one dollar, it became second-hand. Ron still remembers this kindness to this day.

"Hahaha, even without that car, you are still the best boy in your school," Old Pritchett laughed heartily: "But is this really okay? I mean, is it possible..."

"Don't worry, he just plays an agent in the movie, and he is also the actor's stand-in, and I am a real agent in reality. I can do everything he can do, and I can also do what he can't do. Do it, hey Jay, do you want to be what Joe calls the coolest dad?”

Ron asked in a bewitching tone, and Blanchet couldn't help but nodded along.

"Then how about we make the most handsome appearance? Didn't you say that he flew over your head on a motorcycle last time, so how about we fly over his head this time? Have you ever practiced parachuting in the army?"

Ron thinks it's natural to help his dearest uncle to be jealous in front of his son. However, Ron's temper has always been to either don't do something or to do it well, so he wants to help his wife Richet become the best in history. The coolest dad, but old Pritchett let him down. He shook his head: "You know, I used to be in the Navy and Marine Corps, and I didn't have the chance to skydive. Can I learn to do it now?"

"Okay, but the final landing position will definitely not be cool." Ron shook his head. She could almost imagine the old Pritchett rolling around on the ground with a parachute on his back after landing. This picture is definitely not good-looking.

"By the way, how's your flight going lately?"