Daily life of an American TV drama agent

The subordinates who were originally teasing with the beautiful woman in their arms were dumbfounded. When they looked at each other, they found that their director was indeed missing. He was sitting next to them with a beautiful woman in a red dress just now.

They raised their heads and began to search for the director's figure. Immediately, their attention was attracted by the VIP room guarded by Veron's men. They gathered there without Ron's guidance again, and immediately clashed with Veron's men.

However, due to the identity of the other policeman, Veron's men were very restrained and did not use violent methods. They just pushed each other. Ron, who was hiding in the exhaust pipe, shook his head. How can this be done?

Sure enough, the soldiers are in a raging state, and the generals are in a den of raging ones. The men led by the garbage director are all useless garbage. What nonsense are you talking about? Why don't you take action!

"What a bunch of weaklings! Fortunately, I was prepared." Ron looked down at the rookies of the Miami Police Department with disdain, and decided to add fuel to their fire.

Ron took out a small iron box with the Chinese characters for "throwing a cannon" written on it. He had bought it when he passed by Chinatown earlier. Ron threw it at the feet of a fat policeman.

"Bang!" The cannon exploded, like a gunshot in the narrow corridor of the private room. The fat policeman was startled, thinking that someone had shot at him, and immediately fell to the ground. Ron squeezed his throat and shouted : "Vellon's people opened fire! Shoot them, brothers, kill them!"

After shouting, Ron immediately shot one of Veron's stunned men. "Bang!" This time it was a real gunshot, and the bullet hit the center of the eyebrow.

The two parties finally lost their composure and each took out their weapons and started shooting "bang bang" in the narrow corridor. Several people fell to the ground in an instant, but immediately someone smart grabbed the corpse of his companion and used it as a cover, and the exchange of fire was heard.

In a command car disguised as an ice cream truck outside the house, the black commander listened to the gunshots coming from the earphones with a terrifying expression on his face. He slammed the table and said, "What is that bastard Whitworth (local police chief) doing?" Ghost?! Who told him to fight with Weilong’s people!”

However, no one in the command car dared to speak out and the atmosphere was very tense.

Finally, an FBI agent had the courage to ask: "Boss, what should we do now? Do you want our people to go in now and arrest Veron?"

In order to prevent Veron from leaving suddenly, the FBI has always deployed a mobile unit nearby to be on standby at any time. The agent's suggestion is to let this mobile unit move.

The black commander was silent for a long time while watching the scene on the monitor, and finally stopped his subordinate's suggestion: "Wait a moment, let your people surround the nightclub, and wait until the last moment, don't be alarmed... …”

Before the commander finished speaking, he suddenly saw an FBI SWAT team figure appear on the monitor and flexibly shuttled through the hail of bullets. The one helping the police fired back at Veron's men.

After killing the men who came out from behind the wall with a single shot, Ron fired wildly at the intersection like he was free of bullets. He immediately emptied a magazine and quickly replaced it with a spare magazine.

The almost seamless switch made Ron like a machine gun bunker. With only one pistol, it became a fixed firepower point, pouring firepower continuously towards the intersection, suppressing Veron's men so much that they couldn't even raise their heads.

Under the leadership of the FBI special police, the strength of the police side was greatly increased. They immediately took advantage of the gap created by Ron to advance into the Veron gang, and broke through the defense of the Veron side in the blink of an eye.

The black commander's eyes widened when he saw it, and he pointed at the figure in the monitor with a trembling finger, not knowing whether he was happy or angry: "Didn't I tell you to put the SWAT team on standby? Whose subordinate is this?"

The detective in charge of the SWAT team quickly contacted the SWAT team, but the news he received was that no one there took the initiative to attack, and everyone was obeying the order and on standby.

The agents in the command car stared at the active figure on the monitor with shocked faces. What a ghost! If no member of the SWAT team moved, then who was on the surveillance camera?

"I...I don't know, our people are all outside, so what should we do now?"

"What else can we do?" The black commander stood up angrily: "The person has been exposed. Now let everyone get on top of him immediately. We must not let Weilon escape!"

"Yes!" A team of heavily armed FBI formed and began to break into the nightclub.

…

On the other side, Ron, who was leading the police counterattack at the scene, hacked into the earphones of the FBI command system. When he heard the order for the FBI SWAT team to dispatch, he immediately found an opportunity to hide his figure in the blind spot of the monitor again, using a method that was not commensurate with his huge size. Climb into the ventilation duct with flexibility.

Just as he came, like a ghost without making any sound, at this time, the well-trained FBI special police officers had broken into the nightclub hall and fought with Veron's men who stayed downstairs.

However, after all, Veron has been running rampant in Miami for many years. Although the combat effectiveness of Net's men is not very good, they are better in numbers. They keep pouring out from all corners of the nightclub, making the FBI's attack extremely difficult.

The commander's face was getting darker and darker. Unlike his subordinates, he knew that this was not a simple bandit suppression operation, but also involved a struggle between big shots in the top management. He was so nervous that his palms and forehead were all sweaty.

Once the things in Veron's hands fall into the hands of others, he is finished.

"Sir, our people seem to be unable to withstand it. How about we withdraw the personnel from other places?" The gun battle in the nightclub continued to be intense, and the commander finally made up his mind and waved his hand.

"Go and pull back all the manpower outside and pursue Veron with all your strength!"

Ron, who had been monitoring the FBI command channel, finally showed a smile, and now his chance finally came.

He had already escaped from the nightclub and took off his FBI SWAT team clothes on the rooftop, leaving only a headset hanging on his ear.

"Thank you, Peggy. Without you, I really don't know what I would have done this time." Ron said softly into the earphone: "The FBI's communication system is too tight. I have tried many times and can't get in." "

"That only shows that your skills are really bad," an extremely pleasant female voice said in the earphones: "To be honest, I'm not surprised. In terms of pure IQ, even that idiot Sheldon is a lot better than you. cut!"

Ron curled his lips and acted like a scoundrel: "Who wants to compete with you two perverts in terms of IQ? If you have the ability, let me compete in long-distance running, swimming... whatever sports, you two together are no match for me."

"Poor savages can only find some confidence in sports. Speaking of sports, why don't you compete with the orangutans in the zoo in climbing trees? Do you know what the biggest difference between humans and animals is?" Peggy said He mocked mercilessly: "It's wisdom, my dear little fool~"

"Stop, stop, stop," Ron quickly stopped Peggy's sarcasm: "I'm still at work, can you tell me that the FBI in the slums has begun to withdraw?"

"Let me take a look." Peggy paused for a moment: "They have already taken action. If you set off now, you will probably meet them on Highway 1."

"See?" Ron asked doubtfully.

"That's right, I just temporarily borrowed a military satellite to take a look. Their people just got on the bus. Do you have any questions?" Peggy said matter-of-factly.

"No, it's nothing."

For this kind of top hacker boss who uses military satellites as he pleases, what else can Ron say besides saying in his heart, "The boss is awesome"? Anyway, he is in the same camp.