Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"boom!"

Ron fired 6 shots in a row, but because the rate of fire was so fast, it almost sounded like there was only one shot. Each of the 6 bodyguards with their heads exposed fell to the ground with a bloody hole in their head, and his revolver There were two bullets left in it.

Ron glanced at Arthur who was staring at the gun in his hand: "Smith \u0026 Wesson M327 uses 0.357-inch Magnum bullets. The magazine capacity is 8 rounds. Some time ago, someone said that my gun has too few bullets. It is newly equipped. , I can give you one as a gift if you like."

"No, I just don't understand why some people still use revolvers as their main weapons at this time. I still prefer my P226 pistol." Arthur shook his head.

"Perhaps you should take the time to change to a more modern automatic pistol, so that your shooting skills can be fully utilized. After all, the revolver is airtight, YOUKNOW~"

This time it was Ron who shook his head and replaced it with an automatic pistol? Who gave me the skills? Without skill bonus, Ron wouldn't change. Even though the attributes of skill improvement are so little, it doesn't seem obvious.

But Ron knew that without the rate of fire from the attribute bonus, the moves he made by imitating the game would not be able to be used at all.

"You are still young and don't understand," Ron said maturely: "Convenience is only temporary, but handsomeness is a lifelong thing~"

Arthur was speechless. Among the dead heads in this place, who are you going to show off to?

"There are 54 corpses in total," Arthur counted: "That means Dean is the only one left."

"Here," Ron grabbed Dean like a little chicken, ignoring his pleas for mercy, and threw him in front of Arthur: "Give you twenty minutes, I want to know all his money." Where, let me see your methods, I don't want to do it myself every time you interrogate."

"Please, let me go. I have a lot of money, more than you can imagine. I can give you as much as you want." Dean knelt on the ground and begged.

You can say that he is a successful businessman, but he is definitely not a strong-willed person.

"Ten minutes is enough." Arthur was confident.

Sure enough, ten minutes later, a gunshot was heard in the office. Arthur walked out alone and handed Ron a piece of paper with the name of a remote place on it.

"This guy converted all his money into gold and hid it in this place. No one was guarding it. It was an old house in his hometown. Can you imagine? This guy actually hid all the gold in his father's coffin.

The total value is about 80 million U.S. dollars, and this does not include the recent surge in gold prices. "

"Well done." Ron praised without hesitation: "The rest of the work of withdrawing money will be left to you and Hank. I hope you can bring me good news. As for me, I have to call it a day."

After fighting fiercely all morning, Ron was already a little tired. He planned to eat something and then go home to sleep. He simply left the job of collecting money to Hank and Arthur.

As for the two of them running away with their money, Ron was not worried at all. Not to mention that Hank himself was an honest man and was very loving to his wife. He would never give up his stable job and lead his wife into a chase.

Even Arthur has always wanted to quit, but due to the special nature of the killer circle, he has never found a suitable opportunity. Now, Ron not only gave him this opportunity, but even helped him clear his identity.

Arthur must be mentally ill to run away with the money and an IRS warrant.

Not to mention that two people acting together can also have the effect of supervising each other. Ron is not worried at all. His most urgent need at this moment is to get a good sleep.

Have a good night’s sleep even if you don’t eat!

God knows how sleepy Ron is~ He is a man who has been fighting from last night to noon today, but last night's opponent was Max, and today's opponent is a group of killers who deserve to go to hell.

Even if it’s a perpetual motion machine, it still needs to stop and take a break from time to time, right?

It's just that he ran into a little trouble when he got home. The stairs of the apartment were blocked by a gorgeous Victorian-style guy, and the culprit was his dear brother.

"Come on! Brothers, push harder!" Shelton above was shouting, while Howard and Rajesh were pushing below.

Howard complained, "If I pushed any harder, I'd be right out of my colon."

"Hi, guys." Ron greeted helplessly, and the two weaklings above him reflexively let go of the big guys and waved to him: "Hi~ Ron."

The big guy slid down the stairs, and the unsuspecting Indian immediately stepped aside and almost hit Howard, but Ron helped him.

"Thank you, good brother." Howard clutched his chest with lingering fear.

Ron slowly put the big guy down on the stairs: "I said, what are you doing? Are you stealing the school's equipment and planning to turn your home into a laboratory?

If this is the case, I will move out immediately to avoid being blown up by some of your damn experiments one day. Just like that elevator, do you know how uncomfortable it is to climb stairs every day? I wouldn't live here if my mother didn't ask me to take care of Sheldon. "

"I'm an adult, so I don't need your care." Sheldon retorted.

Ron grinned: "Oh? Are you talking about adults in their twenties who still read comic books every day? I saw that you even use the Skywalker brand of shampoo. This brand is only available to those under twelve years old. Only used by children.”

"That's conditioner."

"This is a time machine." Leonard quickly explained guiltily. He couldn't help but feel guilty. Although Sheldon seemed to be the most trouble-making among the group, the elevator explosion was his masterpiece.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Ron held up his chin and looked at it carefully: "I didn't know that this thing has been successfully developed. Can it be sent back to me to give me a sports yearbook when I was ten years old? I will place my bet accordingly. , and then use all the money earned to buy stocks in Google, Apple, and Facebook, and now you can drive a yacht and take 100 babies with big breasts and long legs to go fishing on the sea."

"Ron, you're talking about "Back to the Future."" Sheldon became serious again when it came to knowledge related to science fiction movies: "The time machine inside is a modified DeLorean DMC-12 sports car.

And this time machine is the time machine in the movie "The Time Machine". "

"Blah blah blah~" Ron imitated Sheldon's tone: "So, can it allow me to travel through time and space?"

"Of course not. This is just a prop model in the movie. From a scientific point of view..."

Hearing that Sheldon was planning to do science online again, Ron quickly interrupted: "If you can't, forget it. I'm not interested in listening to you lecture on science for an hour on the stairs, so you can put away your time machine now. Let me go home and have a good sleep?”