Chapter 161: Diamond Two

(Restored before two o'clock)

"I didn't expect you to be greedy for even that small amount of money! You are obviously already very rich." After walking out of the bar, Sam followed Ron angrily and said.

"Of course, otherwise how do you think I save all my money? The city of Rome was not built in a day, little girl." Ron turned around impatiently and said, and Samn immediately shut up.

It was getting late, and when Ron and the others finally tracked Jack at the door of another bar, it was completely dark.

"Ron, have you found anyone?"

"Yes, but our Mr. Target seems to be in a little trouble now. Finch, I am beginning to regret taking this little job from you. This guy is a big trouble. He has been stopped now. I believe, He is definitely not out to take revenge for what happened in the bar just now?" Ron said looking at Jack who was stopped by the Marines.

Although Ron's memory was not good enough to remember all the faces of the Marines who had just fought in the bar, he could at least remember the faces that had the conflict with Jack, and the man who stood in front of Jack did not It belongs to any of them, so it must not be coming back to take revenge because of the fight just now.

But Samn questioned this: "Why are you so sure?"

"Of course it's because, if they want to take revenge, I should be the first target. Otherwise, why do you think I hit them just now?"Have to be so enthusiastic? Ron replied proudly.

"To vent the violent emotions in your heart?"

"Maybe there is a part of the reason?" Ron admitted unceremoniously: "Anyway, even if I don't beat them, they will definitely be beaten by others. At least if I beat them up, they can make me happy. It's them Give me a reward for saving their lives?"

While Ron was speaking, Jack's situation over there took a turn for the worse. The Marine who was blocking him suddenly got angry and punched him in the face. Just as Jack stretched out his hand to block it, he felt a pain in his stomach and was kicked to the ground.

Samn was about to go out from their hiding place to help, but was grabbed by Ron.

"What are you doing? Can't you see that the person we want to protect is about to be beaten to death?"

"So, you're going to risk your life by following along?" Ron pointed to the sniper standing upstairs holding a gun and staring at Jack. Samn immediately woke up to the two strong men at the intersection. These people were definitely prepared.

"Then what should we do now?" Of course, Samn herself has a way to solve it, but during today's mission, she has become very curious about the legendary figure Ron. She wants to know what Ron would do if it were him. What is the solution.

Ron has many titles in the intelligence community, the most famous of which is the Explosive Maniac. Samn is curious about what kind of explosions he can create under such adverse circumstances.

However, this time, Ron disappointed her. While Ron was thinking about a solution, he happened to see his Marine Corps accomplice stealing the car, and his eyes lit up: "Follow me, I have an idea."

Soon, the Marines' beating of Jack came to an end. Although Jack was strong and had some street fighting experience, he was a little worse than Ron after all. It was difficult for him to beat four hands with two fists, and he was immediately knocked to the ground. The Marines waved to the car, and the car drove towards them. They had just stuffed Jack, who had been knocked unconscious, into the trunk. Before they could even get into the car, the driver of the car suddenly looked up.

"Thank you, and wish you a happy night~" Ron's joking voice sounded. It turned out that when they were beating Jack, Ron took the opportunity to kill their car-stealing companion, while he and Samn drove the car away. Come over.

Behind them, the Marines who had just drawn their guns and were about to give Ron a shot of strength were so angry when they saw Ron throwing the smoking ball from the car that they hurriedly scattered and lay down.

However, after waiting for a long time without seeing an explosion, they realized that they had been tricked...

Back in the library, the alliance placed Czech on the library table and began to check his injuries. The rest of the injuries were fine, but they were just bruises caused by normal fighting. The only troublesome part was the upper part of his left chest. At some point he was shot with a pistol.

"This unlucky guy has been shot. Before he wakes up, he has to take out the bullet. It's troublesome." Ron said as he handed the tweezers to Samn's hand.

Among the people in the library, Samn was the only one with medical experience. She took the tweezers, opened Jack's wound and skillfully took out the bullet, threw it on the plate, and looked at Ron with a mocking look:

"I thought you were very familiar with all the knowledge related to combat, but I didn't expect that there are things you are not good at."

"You're right. I'm familiar with everything related to combat. The only thing I'm not familiar with is injuries, which I may not have as much experience as you." As soon as Ron finished his retort, Jack's eyelids twitched and he suddenly opened his eyes.

"It's you!" Jack grabbed Ron's arm and glared.

Ron unceremoniously pried off Jack's fingers, and Jack screamed and fell over on the table.

"Relax, buddy, I'm here to save you. If it weren't for me, I would have been taken away by those Marine Corps guys just now, filled with cement and thrown into the Los Angeles Bay. Believe me, they will definitely do this. Every year, the Los Angeles Police A large number of cement pillars filled with people can be fished out in a year."

"Who are you? Where am I?"

Just as Finch was about to speak, Ron waved his hand at him and continued: "I think compared to this question, the question of why a pair of Marine Corps special forces want to catch you is more meaningful, what do you think? "

At the door of the bar just now, although Ron was still far away, he still vaguely heard a few words and asked tentatively: "I heard that they seem to be asking for something from you. If it's not that important, I advise you to hand over the Give it to them, because as you can see, they can do anything."

Ron pointed at Jack's wound, and Jack looked up at the ceiling blankly: "I don't know, I really don't know anything. What kind of rebel organization are they fighting in Somalia? The commander has a trophy he wants to bring back, which is the AK47. He hid it in a box of old brass."

"Are you helping them smuggle weapons past U.S. Customs?"

Finch frowned and Ron patted his shoulder: "It's nothing. This kind of thing is very common in the army."

"Yes, my brother RJ helped them unload their things. Logically speaking, they shouldn't do this to me." Finch expressed doubts about his words and looked at Rise, who shook his head gently: "I don't think they need to do this. Kill him for the weapon."

Just as everyone was puzzling over the actions of the Marines, Ron suddenly seemed to have thought of something and walked quickly to the computer.

(Restored before two o'clock)

"I didn't expect you to be greedy for even that small amount of money! You are obviously already very rich." After walking out of the bar, Sam followed Ron angrily and said.

"Of course, otherwise how do you think I save all my money? RomeA city wasn't built in a day, girl. Ron turned around and said impatiently, and Samn immediately shut up.

It was getting late, and when Ron and the others finally tracked Jack at the door of another bar, it was completely dark.

"Ron, have you found anyone?"

"Yes, but our Mr. Target seems to be in a little trouble now. Finch, I am beginning to regret taking this little job from you. This guy is a big trouble. He has been stopped now. I believe, He is definitely not out to take revenge for what happened in the bar just now?" Ron said looking at Jack who was stopped by the Marines.

Although Ron's memory was not good enough to remember all the faces of the Marines who had just fought in the bar, he could at least remember the faces that had the conflict with Jack, and the man who stood in front of Jack did not It belongs to any of them, so it must not be coming back to take revenge because of the fight just now.

But Samn questioned this: "Why are you so sure?"

"Of course, if they want to take revenge, I should be the first target. Otherwise, why do you think I fought so hard just now?" Ron replied proudly.

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"To vent the violent emotions in your heart?"

"Maybe there is a part of the reason?" Ron admitted unceremoniously: "Anyway, even if I don't beat them, they will definitely be beaten by others. At least if I beat them up, they can make me happy. It's them Give me a reward for saving their lives?"

While Ron was speaking, Jack's situation over there took a turn for the worse. The Marine who was blocking him suddenly got angry and punched him in the face. Just as Jack stretched out his hand to block it, he felt a pain in his stomach and was kicked to the ground.

Samn was about to go out from their hiding place to help, but was grabbed by Ron.

"What are you doing? Can't you see that the person we want to protect is about to be beaten to death?"

"So, you're going to risk your life by following along?" Ron pointed to the sniper standing upstairs holding a gun and staring at Jack. Samn immediately woke up to the two strong men at the intersection. These people were definitely prepared.

"Then what should we do now?" Of course, Samn herself has a way to solve it, but during today's mission, she has become very curious about the legendary figure Ron. She wants to know what Ron would do if it were him. What is the solution.

Ron has many titles in the intelligence community, the most famous of which is the Explosive Maniac. Samn is curious about what kind of explosions he can create under such adverse circumstances.

However, this time, Ron disappointed her. While Ron was thinking about a solution, he happened to see his Marine Corps accomplice stealing the car, and his eyes lit up: "Follow me, I have an idea."

Soon, the Marines' beating of Jack came to an end. Although Jack was strong and had some street fighting experience, he was a little worse than Ron after all. It was difficult for him to beat four hands with two fists, and he was immediately knocked to the ground. The Marines waved to the car, and the car drove towards them. They had just stuffed Jack, who had been knocked unconscious, into the trunk. Before they could even get into the car, the driver of the car suddenly looked up.

"Thank you, and wish you a happy night~" Ron's joking voice sounded. It turned out that when they were beating Jack, Ron took the opportunity to kill their car-stealing companion, while he and Samn drove the car away. Come over.

Behind them, the Marines who had just drawn their guns and were about to give Ron a shot of strength were so angry when they saw Ron throwing the smoking ball from the car that they hurriedly scattered and lay down.

However, after waiting for a long time without seeing an explosion, they realized that they had been tricked...

Back in the library, the alliance placed Czech on the library table and began to check his injuries. The rest of the injuries were fine, but they were just bruises caused by normal fighting. The only troublesome part was the upper part of his left chest. At some point he was shot with a pistol.

"This unlucky guy has been shot. Before he wakes up, he has to take out the bullet. It's troublesome." Ron said as he handed the tweezers to Samn's hand.

Among the people in the library, Samn was the only one with medical experience. She took the tweezers, opened Jack's wound and skillfully took out the bullet, threw it on the plate, and looked at Ron with a mocking look:

"I thought you were very familiar with all the knowledge related to combat, but I didn't expect that there are things you are not good at."

"You're right. I'm familiar with everything related to combat. The only thing I'm not familiar with is injuries, which I may not have as much experience as you." As soon as Ron finished his retort, Jack's eyelids twitched and he suddenly opened his eyes.

"It's you!" Jack grabbed Ron's arm and glared.

Ron unceremoniously pried off Jack's fingers, and Jack screamed and fell over on the table.

"Relax, buddy, I'm here to save you. If it weren't for me, I would have been taken away by those Marine Corps guys just now, filled with cement and thrown into the Los Angeles Bay. Believe me, they will definitely do this. Every year, the Los Angeles Police A large number of cement pillars filled with people can be fished out in a year."

"Who are you? Where am I?"

Just as Finch was about to speak, Ron waved his hand at him and continued: "I think compared to this question, the question of why a pair of Marine Corps special forces want to catch you is more meaningful, what do you think? "

At the door of the bar just now, although Ron was still far away, he still vaguely heard a few words and asked tentatively: "I heard that they seemed to be asking for something from you. If it's not that important, I'll give it to you."I advise you to leave it to them, because as you have seen, they can do anything. "

Ron pointed at Jack's wound, and Jack looked up at the ceiling blankly: "I don't know, I really don't know anything. What kind of rebel organization are they fighting in Somalia? The commander has a trophy he wants to bring back, which is the AK47. He hid it in a box of old brass."

"Are you helping them smuggle weapons past U.S. Customs?"

Finch frowned and Ron patted his shoulder: "It's nothing. This kind of thing is very common in the army."