Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Chapter 65 Slums (This chapter is titled by fox_alex)

"Is there anything else? If nothing happens, I'll log off first. Going to bed too late is not good for your skin." Peggy yawned.

"Wait a minute, it will end in another hour," Ron chatted with Peggy while driving: "I said you find a school to do some research? Just like my brother did. , it’s such a waste of your IQ to stay at home and play games every day.”

"If you are smart, you must contribute to all mankind. Where did you get this misunderstanding?" Peggy's tone became harsh again: "Or do you think Sheldon studies physics to advance human civilization further? No! He was just doing it for his own intellectual curiosity and, of course, honor.”

"Well, my mother thought you and Sheldon could become a couple." Ron shrugged helplessly, decisively choosing not to argue with a female genius whose IQ could completely crush him.

"Falling in love with Sheldon? Are you sure Ms. Mary is not joking?" Peggy exclaimed in surprise. She was still full of respect for Ron's mother, who had accompanied her through the special period of her parents' divorce, and finally did not continue. vicious.

"I'm very sure that her tone definitely didn't sound like she was joking." Ron said. A convoy of cars drove past. Ron's keen eyes caught the FBI label on the shoulder of the driver of the other car, and the corner of his mouth curled up. radian.

The other party met him on Highway 1 just as Peggy said.

"Seriously, are your family really sure they understand your brother's hobbies?"

"How is it possible? Sometimes I suspect that he is not interested in women. I don't want to talk to him about this topic at all, for fear that he will give me a menstrual hygiene class like he did when he saw you and me kissing in college. Oh my god, that But it was my first kiss, and Sheldon ruined it before I even had time to savor the atmosphere."

While Ron was complaining to Peggy about his best brother, he stepped on the accelerator again. The outline of the slums ahead was vaguely visible under the light of the street lights. He felt that Veron's black money was like a naked XX. Wave to him.

"That was my first kiss, too," Peggy muttered softly.

Ron didn't hear clearly: "What did you say?"

"I said, maybe you should take care of your brother's mental health." Peggy immediately changed the subject: "One time I accidentally hacked into Sheldon's phone, and guess what I saw?"

"Isn't it research data on various physics? What else could it be?" Ron said that he was not interested in Sheldon's cell phone at all.

“Video of granny vs. granny.”

"Cough~cough~" Ron almost choked himself with saliva, and he parked the car on the side of the road: "Why would he be interested in that kind of thing?!"

"Who are you asking me?" Peggy's voice was a little confused: "No more, I have seen you arrive from the satellite, go to bed, don't forget and promised to go on a date with me, good night."

"It's only 10 o'clock, is it so early?" Ron glanced at his watch, but there was no response from the headset: "What a weird guy. Are all geniuses usually this weird?"

At this time, in an ordinary house in New York, a pretty girl with a pillow between her legs put down her headphones, kicked her legs hard, and then exhaled and fell softly on the bed.

What was playing on her laptop was the image that had just been captured by a military satellite of Ron raising his butt and driving the trunk of a car. Peggy looked at the image with blurred eyes and muttered something.

"Ron, you will be mine sooner or later..."

Peggy took the pillow up and prepared to sleep, but happened to see a large puddle of water stains on the pillow. She threw the pillow against the wall in shame...

On the other side, Ron found a slum house and climbed to the roof. There were a lot of scattered sounds in the middle because of too much debris, but it didn't alert the owner.

In other words, if you notice it, you pretend not to notice it.

Anyone who sees a man carrying a large firearm almost as long as a man climbing onto the roof of his house will be very smart and pretend to be stupid. This is the survival philosophy of American slums.

"Let me take a look." Ron opened the satellite map just sent by Peggy, combined with Monica's intelligence, and quickly analyzed the three houses where Veron's men were located, in the open land in front of them.

It was almost not next to other houses, which saved Ron a lot of trouble. At least he didn't have to worry about hurting innocent people.

"Let me try whether this big guy is fun~" Ron adjusted the angle through the electronic sight on the LG-5, pointed the muzzle of the grenade launcher at the house on the right, and gently pulled the trigger.

There was a crisp "thunk" sound, and there was almost no recoil feedback from the gun. Even though Ron was a veteran with guns, he had to say that the feel was really amazing.

At this time, the grenade had already shot out of the gun barrel, smashing through the glass of the house and immediately causing a violent explosion.

"Boom!" Most of the walls of the simple house in the slum were blown away, revealing two bodies covered in blood that were blown up.

"FXXK! There's an attack! Get up, damn fast!" The only remaining survivor in the house ran out naked with an AK rifle, howling at the other two houses, looking around the dark streets in panic, trying to find someone to attack them. Who is the ghost?

However, Ron did not intend to give him this opportunity. A cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Goodbye, scum~" His finger pulled the trigger again, and a 40mm caliber grenade directly hit the gangster's body.

The moment it encountered an obstacle, the fuse was immediately triggered.

"Boom!" A huge flower of blood exploded on the spot, and the broken limbs and flesh were splashed everywhere, directly showering the sleepy gangster who had just come out of the next room.

Is it raining?

The gangster who had just come out was still a little slow to react and touched the sticky night fluid on his face. But when he used the street light to see clearly what he was holding, Ron's third grenade also arrived as promised.

"Boom!" He now followed in the footsteps of his companions.

"Isn't this thing too violent?" Ron looked at his results in surprise and couldn't help rubbing the gun body with his hand like a fetish pervert: "But I like it!"

Ron fired three shots in rapid succession, and the huge explosion directly razed the third house to the ground. At this time, the gangster in the middle room finally reacted and fired indiscriminately into the empty street with various weapons in terror.

But now Ron doesn't plan to continue attacking these rookies with grenade launchers.

According to Monica's intelligence, the money and evidence were inside the wall of the house. Continuing the bombardment was likely to damage the things inside, so he reluctantly threw the launcher aside temporarily, pulled out his pistol and jumped off the roof. .