Chapter 315: Ron's Infiltration

"Mr. Ron, I think your approach is a bit wrong," Eggsy glanced at the convoy behind him, always feeling a little uncomfortable, and finally couldn't help but said, "This is not the education I received in the secret service school. "
Yesterday at noon, Ron was having lunch when Andy brought this young man in. As soon as Ron saw Mycroft's cane, he knew something big was going on, but he never expected that it would involve hundreds of millions of people. A matter of life and death.
That bastard Valentin actually plans to use the special wave emitted by the free SIM card to drive everyone who uses the SIM card into a frenzy to kill each other, thereby eliminating what he considers to be inferior humans.
Regarding this crazy idea, Ron can only say that Marvel's internal involvement is really serious now, and the director has begun to steal Thanos' job.
"Oh? Really?" Ron turned his head with interest: "Then what does infiltration look like in your textbook?"
Agents should infiltrate as quietly as possible, breaking into the stronghold as quickly as possible without the other party noticing, without alerting anyone during the process. "Eggsy recited the definition of infiltration from the book very skillfully. It can be seen that he really studied well in the agent school.
"Yes, aren't we infiltrating like this right now?"
Eggsy turned around, glanced hard at the big guy being dragged by the military truck behind the truck, and finally roared unbearably: "What kind of infiltration is this?! Such a big M777 cannon, unless it's tiled,Lundin's people were all deaf so they couldn't hear the cannon! "
Behind Ron's pickup truck was a U.S. military-standard M777 howitzer towed by a military truck.
The reason why Ron chose him is also very simple, because he only needs at least 5 people to complete the operation. The weight is still light, half lighter than the towed 155mm howitzer currently in service in the armies of various countries, but the power is still not reduced, with a muzzle velocity of 827 meters per second. It fires unpowered ordinary artillery shells with a maximum range of 24.7 kilometers.
If rocket-propelled artillery shells are used, the maximum range can exceed 30 kilometers, and the rate of fire is as fast as 5 rounds per minute.
"You're talking about this~" Ron suddenly realized and touched his head, his expression a little embarrassed: "I can't help it, you guys are too pressed for time. Although I have a great reputation with the military, in a hurry, the most I can do is borrow money. This thing is here, but don't worry, if you have this type of mission next time, let me know in advance and I will borrow an AC130 to take you to the sky~"
Ron said in a big brotherly manner, and Eggsy almost went crazy: "Who told you this? What I said is that as soon as this cannon fires, they will find us immediately. What kind of infiltration are we?!"
"Is this what you're talking about?"
Before Ron spoke this time, Hank, who had been deeply educated by Ron and was sitting in the co-pilot, took the initiative to explain to Ron: "With this big guy and the 107 rocket launchers we brought, we can't kill them all." That's great? As long as all the enemies are killed, no one will notice us. Isn't this considered a perfect infiltration?"
Eggsy opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but found that he could not find any reason to refute, so he could only weakly persuade: "Isn't it a bit too exaggerated for us to do this?"
"Of course not," Ron handed the tablet in his hand to Eggsy in the back row: "The location you provided is actually an abandoned military fortress of the US military. The defense of the gate alone is enough for us to deal with. , and I don't want to waste too much time, so I can only use this thing to clear the way, which will be more efficient.
Maybe British gentlemen who are used to being slow in everything should learn from us Americans' efficiency. I think this may be one of the reasons why Mycroft sent you here. "
The military truck behind Ron's pickup truck began to break away from the convoy and drove to a nearby hillside. From there to Valentine's stronghold, it was only less than eight kilometers in total, which was a very good shooting position.
The remaining six pickup trucks lined up and followed Ron's car towards the stronghold. The gate of the stronghold was clearly visible.
"The gunner is in position, ready to fire at any time." Andy's voice came from Ron's walkie-talkie.
The M777 howitzer Ron was handed over to the senior citizen club. On the one hand, almost all of these old men had been on the front battlefield and were no strangers to things like artillery. They could play with it just by playing with it a few times. On the other hand, Ron I have always felt that it should be the job of young people to charge forward.
Of course, if I have to mention it, there is a third reason, which is that the elderly generally have minor hearing problems, so they don't have to worry too much about the impact of gunfire on their ears.
"Then aim at their door and fire!"
boom!
As soon as Ron finished speaking, a shell was shot from the M777 howitzer barrel and hit the alloy door outside Valentine's stronghold. It made a huge dent in the door, but it was still hung precariously on the wall and was not completely destroyed. Lose.
But this is only temporary.
Immediately, with the second and third gunshots, the base door was blasted open, revealing the spacious passage inside.
When the gunfire stopped, Ron picked up the walkie-talkie with some dissatisfaction and yelled: "Why did it stop? Go on, shine the light inside the base for me, and fire five more rounds, all with shrapnel shells."
The corners of Eggsy's mouth twitched. Isn't this too cruel? He cast his rescue eyes on the fat man sitting in the passenger seat, but the fat man had a completely accustomed expression.
What a hell! Do all your American agents work like this? He simply couldn't imagine what it would be like when the grenade hit the terrorists who were about to come out in the base passage in the closed space.
"Isn't this a little too inhumane?"
Eggsy's cautious question was met with Ron's domineering response: "Humanitarianism? That's just the rhetoric of politicians. Compared to this hypocritical line, I prefer another sentence: Only dead terrorists , are the good terrorists."
This is really, really... I really want to join them!
Eggsy's eyes shone, and he felt that his whole body had been sublimated, and he now had a bigger picture. This method of infiltration was simply not very satisfying. In comparison, what did the Secret Service Academy teach? Too petty.
Eggsy felt that his studies for more than a year were like nothing.
However, the better things are yet to come.
During the five consecutive rounds of M777 howitzers, Ron's pickup truck convoy finally opened the door to the base gate. At this time, the artillery fire just stopped. Ron did not rush to order the convoy to go in immediately, but picked up the walkie-talkie again.
"Guys, listen, there are a total of five sub-channels on the main channel of this base. Now each of your vehicles is responsible for one channel, and the rockets behind the car will be fired along the channel. Do you understand?"

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The base's passage had been cleared long before the shelling, and onlyThe stumps and internal organs torn apart by shrapnel looked disgusting, but no one cared about that now.
Toretto followed Ron's order, swerved, and parked the pickup truck at the entrance of one of the passages. When the button was pressed, the 107MM rocket launcher in the cargo compartment behind the pickup truck rose up, and orange rockets emerged from the tails of the rockets. In the light of the fire, the terrorists in the small passage had just emerged. Before he could see the license plate number of the pickup truck outside, he was horrified to see the rockets getting closer and closer before his eyes, and then...
boom!
The flames of the explosion instantly filled the small space in the passage. The terrorists who had just turned around the corner were engulfed by the blazing flames before they could even fire a shot.
At the same time, similar situations were repeated in several other small passages. Eggsy was dumbfounded: "Isn't this too violent? Wait! Aren't you afraid that this will hurt the hostages?"
Recently, many celebrities, nobles, scholars and other important people have disappeared in Europe. If the explosion just now injured them..."
"This is really a problem," Ron pondered for a moment, opened the door and jumped out of the car, took out a can of spray paint from under the seat, and then spray-painted the wall of the passage under Eggsy's puzzled gaze.
After he finished spraying, Eggsy connected the letters written by Ron and spelled them out, and almost died in the car without a mouthful of blood.
I saw the words Ron sprayed blood on the wall together, which happened to mean: "Kingsman is the murderer!"
The font is elegant and has a bit of a Jianghu atmosphere. If Ron writes in Chinese characters, it will even give people a feeling of Water Margin.
Of course, in the eyes of a few uneducated white people like Eggsy, they can only use one word to evaluate him, and that is "what a dick"!
But Eggsy has another feeling, that is, he has a big head. Now he finally understands what kind of behavior the Americans who are difficult to deal with in Mycroft's words have: "Hey! These are obviously done by your people. Why should we be blamed on our king's agent?!"
Ron turned his head and took a few steps closer to Eggsy, scaring the fledgling kid back until poor Eggsy retreated to the car door.
Everyone here belongs to him, shouldn't I be treated as a terrorist and killed as well? Eggsy thought fearfully.
Fortunately, after Ron forced him to the car door, he didn't take the next step, but raised a finger:
"First, my name is not Hello, my name is Ron Lee Cooper; second, this is your Ace Agents' own business. If it weren't for a personal favor, I wouldn't have waded into this muddy water. Anyway, my family doesn't No one claimed their free chip, so got it, kid?"
Ron held a revolver in his hand, played with it back and forth and looked at Eggsy. The threat in his eyes was self-evident: "Now it's time to see your performance, come on, little rookie."
Ron slapped the pistol into Eggsy's hand, sauntered in along a passage with his hands behind his back like an old man walking in the park, while Eggsy remained in place, still in shock.
If it weren't for the bloody corpses everywhere in the passage, Eggsy would have even thought he was taking a walk.
Hank snarled at him kindly: "Boy, why don't you hurry up and follow?"
Eggsy nodded, took out his big backpack from the car, and quickly followed.
After a round of artillery bombardment, the others followed Ron's order and worked in pairs to take charge of a passage entrance. Each had a machine gun to block it, preventing anyone from passing through.
"Mr. Ron, here's your gun." Eggsy chased after Ron.
"No, that one is for you, I'll just use this one." With that said, Ron pulled out his usual Smith & Wesson M500 revolver from the holster on the other side.
Because he suffered from insufficient power several times before, Ron took out the large-caliber pistol from the beginning this time. This time, he couldn't even penetrate the body armor, right?
"Based on the structural map of this military stronghold, Valentine is likely to be in these two places." Ron drew a circle on the map: "Now we are divided into two groups. If anyone meets If that bastard Valentine says that, I'll kill him with one shot."
But Eggsy, who got the map from Ron, didn't even move: "What if I meet his men before meeting Valentine again?"
"Do you still need me to teach you? Of course you have to kill each one when you see them."
"Just the two of us?"
"No, to be precise, one person challenges a group to see who gets there first."
With that said, Ron kicked Eggsy on the butt and kicked him into another aisle. He continued to walk forward along the current route until he was quite far away and heard bursts of noise coming from the aisle. He heard footsteps and took out his phone: "Peggy, are you ready for the system?"
Of course, Ron couldn't come in carelessly. Before setting off, he had already arranged for Peggy to invade Valentine's system.
As long as Valentin wants to drive everyone who uses a free SIM card crazy through mobile phone signals, then he must be connected to the Internet, and in the online world, Peggy is the real queen.
"Call honey."
Ron was stunned: "Peggy, have you prepared your dear system?"
Peggy was furious: "Do you believe I will blow your head off with those soldiers?"
"I'm not implanting a chip that will make my head explode," Ron muttered, deciding not to tease Peggy anymore: "Okay, dear Ms. Peggy, can you fix that damn system now? "
"Of course, but don't forget the compensation you promised me. I'll wait for you in Texas."Hiding in her pink boudoir, Peggy lightly hit the Enter key, and on Valentine's computer, the system that had been stagnant suddenly started to load quickly.
Stronghold command room.
"What's going on? I haven't touched it yet, and it started running on its own." Valentine clicked back and forth on the screen helplessly, but to no avail: "Wait! Wait! He's going to explode. What falls off is not the head of a low-level person who uses a free card, but the head of a high-level person! No, it must not be like this! Find a way to stop it!"
Valentin yelled at the secretary next to him, who kicked the computer screen, and the steel spikes on his feet pierced the computer screen.
Valentine was shocked: "What are you doing?"
"Didn't you tell me to stop it?"
"10, 9, 8..." Outside the command room, the celebrities invited to the safe area by Valentine had already begun counting down happily along with the sound of the broadcast: "3, 2, 1... 0!"
"boom!"
When the countdown ended, everyone's cheerful expressions suddenly stopped at this moment, and then their heads expanded violently uncontrollably until they exploded, and a gorgeous firework exploded from the neck up.

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"Petit theft: The special skill of Eggsy, the British ruffian gentleman, who can randomly steal something from others at the moment of physical contact."
This is Ron's biggest gain after completing the Valentine mission.
This mission was basically over after Peggy figured out Valentine's system. Except for Valentine himself, only the female secretary who had been with him had her head not exploded.
But he still couldn't escape a severe beating from Eggsy. In the end, his skin was cut by Eggsy's poison-coated blade in his leather shoes, and he was poisoned to death. I have to say that this way of death made Ron complain.
Is the gun in your hand a decoration? How about killing him with one shot?
Ron didn't know since when, there was an unhealthy trend in the agent circle. It was popular that no matter how good the weapons were when facing the final boss, the victory must be determined by fists and kicks.
In this regard, Ron had only one comment, and that was that he was simply sick.
But what he didn't expect was that in the end, he won Eggsy's approval and had the above new skills. However, because of the randomness of the effect of this skill, he may not get the results he wanted most when using it.
For example, in order to test his skills just now, he patted Rajesh on the shoulder, and then when he reached into his pocket, he found that there was a piece of personal clothing inside that was warm and exuded the unique body fragrance of Indians.
Ron was so frightened that he quickly threw the thing into the trash can in the bathroom and rubbed his hands with disinfectant.
The Indians looked normal and continued to sit and order as if nothing had happened.
"Are you still staying at our place tonight? Because we welcome you very much." Sheldon looked at the menu and extended an invitation to Howard.
While Ron was saving the world with the British gentleman, something interesting happened to the quartet of scientists.
Because Howard was torn between living with Bernadette and continuing to live with his mother, he had to stay at Sheldon's house for a night in order not to offend both parties.
Leonard, who happened to learn that his ex-girlfriend Priya, Rajesh's sister, had returned to Los Angeles, gave up his bedroom and came to Rajesh's house to squeeze into the same bed with his sister.
Sheldon was very satisfied with Howard as his new roommate, so he asked this question.
"Thank you for your kindness, but I have my own plans." Howard declined.
"You just need to remember that if you need help from a friend who is a little cold and ranks third, I will always be ready." Ranking friends by closeness is something that only Sheldon would put on the table. As mentioned above, Ron was not surprised by this.
As soon as Sheldon finished speaking, Leonard and Priya walked over hand in hand.
"Why are you two holding hands? I have obviously forbidden you to hold hands!" Rajesh said, staring at the hands held by the two of them.
Priya said politely: "Rajesh, you know Leonard and I have spent the night together."
"Yes, but you are just sleeping in the same bed because I forbid you to do anything else." Rajesh continued to deceive himself, but his sister was not used to his bad habits.
"Listen, Leonard and I have decided to be together. You have no right to decide who I date."
"In fact, he can really do it." Ron was more optimistic about the lovers Leonard and Penny, so he didn't have a good impression of Priya: "According to the Indian "Manu Code", there is a clear understanding of such issues. It is stipulated that if a woman's father is absent, then the responsibility of controlling his basic desires falls on her closest immediate family member, in this case, Rajesh."
"It's so surprising, I was just about to say this!" Sheldon looked at Ron strangely, as if he was meeting his brother for the first time: "I didn't expect you to have such a deep understanding of Indian customs."
"Please, don't look at me with that expression that you can actually read a book," Ron shrugged pretending to be relaxed: "Don't forget, I am also a Ph.D. in Chinese language and literature from Harvard, and I dabble in a little bit of other things. Asian culture is very normal.
And I also know that the code also stipulates that if someone violates it, she will be reincarnated as a dog in her next life and suffer from diseases all her life. If these are true, testConsidering that the prize is only Leonard, your bet seems to be a bit high. "
Ron's popular science earned Leonard a blank stare, but Rajesh gave him a grateful look and spoke before Leonard could speak: "That's it, Priya, we are Indians, so we believe this." Damn it, there's nothing you can do about it."
"I remember it was said in the code that if you eat beef, you have to live with a cow for three months and drink cow urine every day to atone for your sins. So, how do you plan to explain the beef burger you ate at noon?" Puli As expected of Ya, who studied law, she counterattacked quickly.
"Feudal superstitious things, you know, there are mixed good and bad, so you can't believe everything." Rajesh was a little at a loss and simply wanted to go rogue: "I mean, you can't be with Leonard."
Ron looked at Rajesh's poor performance, sighed and stood up: "I'm going to the bathroom, Leonard, do you want to come with me?"
"Ron, are you also going to stand with Rajesh and oppose me and Priya?" Leonard followed Ron to the bathroom and asked immediately.
"Also?" Ron sighed: "In other words, besides me, someone else advised you? Who was it? Howard or Sheldon?"
"Sheldon, he never liked Priya."
"Okay, listen Leonard," Ron said in a serious tone: "I will never interfere with my friends' choices, but in this matter, you have not considered it, so I will just say it casually. Tell me, how do you choose me to never say another word again, okay?"
Leonard nodded, but his eyes were filled with grievances.
"Although you and Priya have the same education level, which allows you to talk about many topics, I also want to remind you that you are two people from different worlds. Pay attention to what I say here. It's not just about race."
Ron didn't want to meddle in other people's business, but thinking of Leonard's green hat in the original time and space, he couldn't help but kindly remind him. Of course, whether Leonard would listen or not was none of his business.
"I know." Leonard lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.
"No, you don't know, Leonard, Priya is just staying in Los Angeles temporarily because of work, right? When the work here is finished, she will leave. What are you going to do then? What do you think? , is it possible for her to give up her job for you and stay with you? Or, are you willing to give up everything here and start a new life in a country that is completely unfamiliar to you? "