Daily life of an American TV drama agent

The two little otakus were immediately frightened and their faces turned pale.

"Should we call the police? Or why not run away before he finds us?" Rajesh covered his mouth in horror: "Ah! Do you think he will drag us all into the hotel and silence us?"

I am a Hindu believer and I must not be quartered with a knife that has been used to cut beef! "

"Did you two forget something?" Ron was confused by Rajesh's nonsense. Didn't you see that I am such an old man?

"What?" the two otakus asked with fearful eyes.

"What is my profession?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Howard clenched his fists as if he had found a treasure: "You are an IRS agent! If you call the police, they will come faster. What are you waiting for? Call for support!"

"Quiet!" Ron hit each of them on the head: "It's just a robbery. They are all small scenes. I can handle it in minutes. It's just for the safety of you two, especially don't hold me back. , can you two please go over there and wait for a while?"

"No problem." The two of them ran to hide behind the trash can on the opposite street without looking back. Their movements were so skillful that Ron wondered how many exercises they had gone through to achieve this.

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In the restaurant, Max, who didn't notice any danger at all, walked arrogantly in front of the robber. She just thought he was an ordinary customer.

"Hello, how can I help you." After Max said this, he couldn't help but complain about himself: "Wow~ This tone is so sincere that I almost shed tears."

"When you sit in my section, you will see the real me."

There was no sign of being moved by her joke on the white man's face: "I have a question, do you want to live?"

"Taking today as an example..." Max actually thought about it for a while: "Is that okay?"

God is my witness, Max really didn't think much about it. Working in a place like this, a middle-aged boy like this, wearing a windbreaker and running around in the summer... middle-aged, she didn't know how many people she saw every day.

The white man's left hand, which was inserted in his coat, held up something hidden in his coat and pointed it at Max. Judging from the shape, it should be a gun.

"Did you see this? Go ask everyone in the restaurant to put their belongings into this bag. If you cooperate well, everyone will be safe."

The white man took out a black plastic bag from the other pocket with his right hand and handed it to Max.

"OK, OK," Max was obviously very experienced in dealing with this kind of thing: "But I don't know how much you can charge, because most of the customers here pay with coins or tomatoes from their own fields."

The white man didn't speak. He leaned against a wall and nervously pointed his gun at suspicious things in the room. Then he motioned for Max to hurry up with a fierce look.

Max was the first to find Earl. While withdrawing money from the ATM, Earl did not forget to comfort Max: "Max, I have experience in robbing people and being robbed. It is best to follow his wishes."

As he spoke, Earl put the banknotes in the ATM machine into a plastic bag. Ron, who was observing through the window, clearly saw that after showing the empty ATM drawer to the robber, Earl never took it out from his body. penny.

He is really an experienced veteran. It can be seen at a glance that this white man is a novice and does not know how to check one by one.

But when Max walked to Caroline, something went wrong. Caroline screamed out in a panic. In the middle of the scream, the robber stared back at the scream.

"I can't believe I just saved 2 yuan and it's about to be snatched away." Caroline cried and rummaged through her bag: "Max, I can't die. Even if I die, I can't die like this." Of course you look good in that ugly uniform, but..."

Halfway through her words, Caroline felt a surge of heat and a strange look appeared on her face.

Max asked concernedly: "Hey, are you having a heart attack?"

"I peed my pants..." Caroline was frightened and embarrassed: "I wasn't scared to shit, I was scared to 'pee', and I couldn't stop at all."

"Stop it, stop it quickly, clamp it down, GIRL!"

The robber noticed something strange here and came over and pointed his gun at Caroline: "Come out from behind the counter!"

Caroline almost cried with embarrassment: "Sorry, sir, I can't do it."

"Why?"

"Because I was peeing." Caroline was so ashamed.

"You haven't finished peeing yet?" Max was surprised.

Caroline nodded awkwardly.

"Girls, get out of the way and let me take care of this bastard..." Oleg took a rare opportunity from the men and walked out of the kitchen with a baseball bat, intending to fight the robbers. Unfortunately, he was slipped by Caroline's urine halfway through. He fell down and fainted, unable to wake up.

"Get out of here now!" The robber felt insulted: "Otherwise I will..."

At this time, Ron finally walked around outside, and after confirming that there were no other accomplices, he opened the door and came in. When he saw Caroline's expression, he knew that he was still a step too late.

"Stop!" When the robber saw a new person coming, he didn't show any joy. On the contrary, he became even more nervous. If it weren't for the smell of urine that filled the air, he would even suspect that the bitch who just wet her pants was lying.

But instead of listening to him, Ron took two steps forward without any sense of nervousness: "Don't be nervous, my friends, what are you doing, playing house?"

"Stand there and don't move. If you move again I'll shoot!" The robber took out his gun and pointed it at Ron in a panic.

"Hahaha," Ron laughed as if he heard the ridiculous joke: "Looking at the way you hold the gun, do you really know how to play with a gun? Do you think that you know how to play if you can fire it?"

"Don't come over!" Ron took another step forward, but the robber was forced by Ron's momentum and involuntarily took a step back. It looked like Ron was robbing him and he was the victim.

"What a weakling~" Ron looked at the robber's ugly gun-holding movements with disdain: "I also have a gun in my waist, do you want to make a bet with me? I bet that I will shoot before your finger pulls the trigger. Drop your gun?"

When the robber heard Ron claiming to have a gun, he immediately pulled the trigger: "Death..."

"boom!"

"Ah!" "Ah!" "Ah!" Caroline and Max screamed nervously and closed their eyes, unable to bear to see Ron's death.

But when the gunshots ended and he opened his eyes again, Ron was still standing on the spot unharmed, while the robber was half-kneeling on the ground holding a bleeding hand.

Obviously, the extra scream just now was caused by him.

Ron, on the other hand, used lightning speed to complete a series of actions such as lifting his clothes, drawing a gun, aiming, and firing just as the robber said his first word.

Now he was blowing the non-existent smoke from the muzzle of the revolver in a cool manner, turning the gun in the air a few times with his fingers and inserting it back into the holster. The whole action was like the most classic western movie.