Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"He's upstairs, he's down, kill him!" Veron's gangster spotted the figure on the roof. He just turned his wheel and aimed it here. Before he could fire, Ron shot him with a string of bullets. The sieve lay crooked on the ground.

However, it pointed out the direction for the companions behind them. The two gangsters put their rifles at the window and were about to give Ron back. Ron almost landed on the ground and relied on experience, without even looking, towards the door and the window sill. A long shot.

Once again, the two people in the room were so pressed that they could not lift their heads, and the beating made them doubt their life.

Four people, four rifles, were pinned down by one person with a pistol. Who would dare to believe this if they didn't experience it personally?

Don’t be fooled by various gunfight movies, thinking that there is no difference between pistols and rifles except for their size. This is a huge difference, except for the different power of ammunition.

The rate of fire and shooting accuracy are even worse!

Take the AK47 rifle, a favorite of gangsters and gangsters, as an example. Its rate of fire is 600 rounds per minute, while the average rate of fire of a pistol is only over 300 rounds per minute at its fastest, which is not the same magnitude at all.

That's it, not counting the difference in bullet power!

But Ron suppressed him. In addition to his proficiency in marksmanship, the strange-shaped black gun that Yuri left behind was also one of the important reasons.

Beretta M93R, pronounced as pistol, written as submachine gun, in fully automatic mode, three-point shooting of monsters at 1100 rounds per minute, the magazine can easily hold 20 rounds, which made Ron, who is used to using five- or six-round magazines, feel worried. So addicted.

Is this what it feels like to open an unlimited bullet plug-in?

Don't blame Ron for being ignorant. In fact, Ron has been dealing with various revolvers under the education of old man Jack since the first day he touched a gun. Ron has always focused on precision shooting.

No matter how fast the firing rate of a pistol is, this is the first time he has used a pistol with such a fast firing rate. This rate of fire can even catch up with a submachine gun.

However, it was refreshing, but the record was a bit disappointing. Except for the two fools who sent Ron at the beginning and prepared to stand and output, but were beaten into sieves, Ron's bullets all failed.

"Tch, it doesn't seem that useful." After looking at the results of the battle, Ron began to miss his revolver that was enhanced by the "Sharpshooter" characteristic.

"Ta-ta-ta..."

Taking advantage of Ron's empty magazine, the people in the room fired a series of bullets from their guns, but they were accurate~

Ron didn't even dare to hide. He opened his hands towards the room with a mocking smile on his face. The bullets made a sound in Ron's ears, but none of them hit his body. Ron looked at the room with a smile. He raised a middle finger and said: "Garbage!"

Thinking about it, you know, how high can the combat effectiveness of gangsters who follow a boss like Weilong who is not from a martial arts sect? At best, they just look a bit bluffing. They are not even as good as the Korean gangsters who were beaten by Ron.

At least he did it with one knife and one gun.

Ron pulled out a gas bomb and threw it into the window. The smoke house immediately filled up the entire room, and it was obviously impossible for the gangsters to prepare gas masks and other equipment in advance.

"Ahem! We surrender! Don't shoot!" The gangsters immediately coughed and rushed out of the house, but Ron was already ready to change the magazine.

Not to mention that Ron was performing a secret mission, even in normal times he had no habit of leaving people alive.

Ron raised his pistol in the horrified eyes of the gangsters: "I'm sorry, I don't accept surrender. Goodbye, gentlemen!"

"Bang, bang, bang!" Three gunshots rang out, and three unconscious bodies fell to the ground.

"Finally done, the night is really long tonight~" Ron counted the results. In the end, he killed four people in the room, and in the rooms on the left and right, he used grenades to kill three each, adding up to exactly ten. , consistent with the data in the intelligence.

And until the battle was over, it was as if everyone in the houses around the slum had fallen asleep and there was no sound.

"What a desolate egoist~" Ron muttered, but he didn't feel dissatisfied. On the contrary, he was very happy: "The following is the blind box unboxing process, let us witness this miraculous moment together~"

Like a dramatic actor taking his last breaths, Ron drove the car to the door of the house, looked around, then gracefully bowed as a gentleman, turned around and got into the house.

There was a smile on his lips when he turned around. Different from the silence just now, Ron clearly heard the restlessness coming from the surrounding rooms.

I'm not afraid that you will rob me, but I'm afraid that you won't move. You are all so well-behaved. Who should I blame for this?

After a while, Ron came out carrying two big bags of money.

Why do you think everyone knew there was money in the bag? Of course, it was because the zipper of the bag was not pulled open, and the green dollars were flashing under the streetlight that had been damaged by Ron's grenade.

Just like a naked supermodel hiding in front of a pervert who had just been released after ten years of imprisonment, Ron felt that the eyes exposed on the window sills of the slums were glowing green!

If he hadn't been worried that he had just single-handedly brought down the entire Weilong gang, someone would have come out to rob him.

"A bunch of crooks!" Ron sneered in his heart and threw the money on the car without even closing the door. He turned around and went into the house again, and came out with two big bags of money!

This cycle repeated three times, and everyone watched as Ron took out six large bags of banknotes from the house, all of which were US dollars with a face value of one hundred.

That green piece of paper was so crazy that it made the eyes in every window evolve from green to red, as if they were going to choose people to eat at the next moment, and all that was left was the last thread to break the rationality.

Ron decided to add fuel to the fire. In front of everyone, he took a bag full of money out of the car, threw it back into the house, and then threw another bag into the air.

The green U.S. dollars turned into a shower of banknotes and fell from the sky. The bumpkins in the slums had never seen this shower before, and they immediately exclaimed "Oh" at the same time.

But still no one dared to come out of the house.

"To be honest, you guys really feel pitiful for being cowardly. The money is here now. If you want to get rich, just go ahead and get it~" Ron yelled at the slums, got into the car and took his four He walked away in a big bag of money.

Immediately after his car left, there was a loud sound of footsteps in the slum. Everyone came out of the house and rushed to the last room like crazy, intending to snatch the tempting little girl before everyone else. Cuties.

Soon, the race turned into boxing, and then boxing turned into indiscriminate fighting. Finally, someone fired the first shot, and the small slum turned into a bloody battlefield.

Ron's car stopped after driving a short distance. Looking at the fierce battle in the distance, for some reason, he suddenly remembered the words of an Eastern philosopher.

"The brave are angry and draw their swords against the stronger; the timid are angry and draw their swords against the weaker."