Daily life of an American TV drama agent

Ron had a good night's sleep, a full night's sleep.

I mean, he slept from noon on the first day to the morning of the next day, and then fell asleep again after eating a piece of cheesecake that Penny brought back from the cheese factory that was about to expire in the refrigerator. , and he didn't wake up until the afternoon.

When he woke up in full condition, the system that had not been touched for a long time finally delivered him a pleasant message as expected.

"Congratulations to the host for being recognized by Arthur, the plot character. The host has received Arthur's gift: perfect infiltration (using heavy firepower to kill all the people in the target area is indeed a good way, but the killer's old skills cannot be lost ~ Master Level You deserve to have the best infiltration skills.)”

When Ron saw the first half of the explanation, his heart suddenly froze, and he didn't feel relieved until the end. Fortunately, it was a serious skill, if it was the nonsense he made up to Arthur.

Does the system need to teach something like heavy firepower coverage?

It's the same feeling as before. It doesn't have any impact on the body at first, but when the skill starts to be transmitted, it will make you feel dizzy, and then become particularly lethargic until all the skills are transmitted to the body.

According to Ron's understanding, this should be an adverse reaction caused by the brain receiving too much information, which is the same as playing games with fingers for a long time and getting hot.

Ron closed his eyes, and as expected, there was a lot of knowledge in his mind that he had never had before. Now he could even confidently go downstairs to buy a pack of instant noodles, and then open all the doors in the entire apartment building.

Not only that, Ron also discovered that in the holster, the M1911 pistol that Arthur gave him yesterday was emitting a dazzling orange light!

Just like last time, when old Jack gave Ron the gun, it didn't have any light yet. But when old Jack really approved of Ron's gun, his Smith \u0026 Wesson pistol started to glow orange.

If we use the terminology of domestic junk web games, this is the light of an epic weapon!

Ron only has one orange weapon so far, which is surprisingly useful. Is he going to get a second one now? I don’t know what attributes this one will have.

Ron walked up to the weapon with excitement, took it out, held it carefully in his hands like a pilgrim, and checked its properties with the system.

But the characteristics of this weapon really blinded his eyes.

"The suicide man's M1911 pistol (Rock Island Arsenal Collector's Edition). From the naval officer in the Korean battlefield to the legendary killer Old Harry, every owner of it used it to commit suicide. This gun has a magical power that can make people Go in peace.”

Ron was afraid that he had read it wrong, so he read the description again. As expected, this "epic" weapon had no use other than making people walk peacefully.

I fall!

What do I need from you? Walk peacefully? Isn't this special treatment for the enemy? Am I still going to commit suicide with this thing? !

Ron thought that the characteristics of this weapon were simply funny, and he would probably never need this crap. But fortunately, it was a gift from his subordinates. Ron did not throw it away, but just placed it in the corner of his system space.

Ron relies on it to pull out his gun unexpectedly every time. Unfortunately, it is only a small 3*3*3, with a total of 27 cubic meters, which cannot accommodate one of his tanks, so it can only become his arsenal of small arms.

This guy is not as useful as the P90 he picked up from the killer company yesterday. That weapon is purple and has only a simple feature, but it is extremely easy to use.

"The P90 was born from the production line under extremely accidental conditions. Features: no recoil at all."

This entry alone is enough to beat everything else. It would be even better if this entry could be installed on Ron's revolver.

"Gu~" Ron's hungry stomach made an alarm sound, bringing him out of the system and back to reality. He was hungry.

But when Ron habitually walked to the poor hotel in the poor neighborhood, the Williamsburg Restaurant, the door was tightly closed, and a temporary closure sign was posted on the door.

Not far away, on an old-fashioned Lincoln sedan that had been discontinued in 2002, there were four figures, a man, a woman, one big, three small, eating small cakes.

Of course, the largest one was a Polish woman in an evening dress. Together with her huge body, which was fully supported by the low-cut dress, it was like a big mountain of flesh. Ron immediately recognized that this was someone from Max's store.

"Hi~" Earl, who knew Ron best, was the first to say hello: "If you are here to play the role of Prince Charming who rescues people in distress, you are too late. We already have a fairy godmother~"

"Sophie," the Polish woman swung her hips and rubbed against Ron in an extremely coquettish way: "This is the fairy godmother."

"The little crown on your head really matches your outfit today~" Ron complimented against his will, and at the same time calmly distanced himself a little: "Who can tell me why you are so dressed up today?

Is it celebrating Independence Day? If I remember correctly, it should be next Wednesday. "

Li Han came over to shake hands with Ron very enthusiastically: "No, it's Max and Caroline. They are going to a dance today. We originally planned to go together, but Oleg's car broke down."

Oleg spread his hands: "Sophie, I told you that my cousin will bring tools to repair the car within half an hour."

"You said this an hour ago, and now the two sweet girls have been gone for twenty minutes." Sophie continued to complain.

Ron had some clarity from their conversation.

Max and Caroline want to go to a dance, pretend to meet a powerful magazine editor, let her taste their cakes, and give them a page to promote them.

But it is a pity that the luxury car Oleg bought many times broke down just after it started. In Sophie's words: "He is indeed a man who has little success but more than failure."

"Can I know which hotel they went to? Maybe I can help. If she didn't have an invitation, it would be difficult for her to get in."

"Beverly Hills London West Hollywood Hotel." Sophie caught up and continued to nuzzle Ron, which made Oleg furious. However, he had just been scolded and did not dare to speak. He could only express his envy. He stared at Ron with fire-breathing eyes.

But Ron was not happy at all. Although he also liked the plump type, Max's type was just right, not...how should I put it?

If Max is described as a muscle car, then Sophie is a heavy tank, and it is also one of those bloated models in World War II that could easily lie down.

Ron felt that it was not a good place to stay for a long time.

"Thank you." Ron took the small cake that Sophie handed him and stuffed it into his mouth. He swallowed it hard without chewing, and his hunger was greatly reduced: "Nice to meet you, Ms. Sophie, but I think I The princess needs help, goodbye~"

After saying that, Ron got back into his car and drove away, leaving Sophie alone, looking at Ron's leaving car infatuatedly: "It's so cool~ If I can also have sex with such a man That’s good, I really don’t know which of the two sweet girls he is talking about is the princess, they are so lucky~”

"Maybe both~" Earl complained softly.