Chapter 204: Bored Ron
The wrecked tank burned where it sat, billowing thick smoke. The assassins hiding in the shadows emerged, moving to confirm Ron's death.
Behind another building, Ron keyed his radio: "Two o'clock, eleven o'clock, fire for effect!"
As soon as he finished speaking, two 40mm grenades launched from the rooftop where Ron was positioned, hitting the two assassins dead center in their positions!
"BOOM!" Not only were the assassins themselves vaporized, but even the nearby supermarket windows were blown to smithereens, merchandise inside scattered everywhere by the blast.
"What the fuck! Didn't he just buy it?" the cigar-smoking man in the basement exclaimed in disbelief.
"I told you, Ron can't be taken down that easily."
Although the facts proved Deckard Shaw right, there was no trace of satisfaction on his face. He hoped more than anyone that Ron had died in the explosion. If Ron remained active, his revenge plan would be impossible to execute.
Deckard Shaw's current position definitely wasn't something a muscle-bound, simple-minded, reckless person could have achieved.
"This is a real problem. What's our next move?" the cigar-smoking man asked Shaw.
"No, he's your problem now, not mine." Almost unconsciously, he had backed toward the basement exit. "Good luck, assholes!"
As soon as he finished speaking, two flashbangs with delayed fuses suddenly detonated, flooding the basement with blinding white light. When vision finally returned, Shaw had vanished.
"Damn that limey bastard!" the cigar-smoking man raged, but there was nothing he could do about it.
Outside, as the assassination company's sniper was neutralized by Hank, two armored SUVs suddenly roared around the corner, crashing through the newly blasted openings. Instantly, the supermarket erupted in automatic weapons fire.
"How disappointing! I thought we'd get a real firefight, but this turned out way too easy,"
Ron said with boredom, spinning his sidearm as he watched the sporadic muzzle flashes in the supermarket.
The tank had been nothing but bait from the beginning.
No matter how reckless Ron was, he wasn't stupid enough to brazenly drive a tank over here knowing it was a trap.
It was all theater for the enemy. Even the waving from the tank was just to make them believe someone was inside.
The real crew had bailed out a block away, and the rest was handled by simple remote control, purely to draw out the sniper.
Hank had deployed at the same time Ron and the others left the Smiths' residence. A Humvee is always faster than a tank, so he'd already arrived and set up his overwatch position.
With him were Arthur and Gisele. They were the ones in the vehicle that crashed into the supermarket from the left flank. The operators in the other vehicle were naturally the Smiths, who had just had their come-to-Jesus moment.
Before he knew it, Ron had seven operatives under his direct command!
And that didn't even include Hannibal Lecter and the guy who looked like Morgan Freeman, who could operate the tank. Although the two old-timers were elderly and mainly handled support duties at the base, they were highly skilled.
Ron felt that, with proper mission prep, the true capabilities of these two men were no less than any other team member!
If the two veterans were a few years younger, Ron wouldn't be completely confident he could take them in a straight fight.
Counting it up, Ron had nine elite operators under his direct command!
Additionally, Ron and Toretto maintained a very close alliance. After obtaining their federal pardons, Toretto's crew had returned to Los Angeles.
At the same time, they'd become a force that Ron could mobilize at any time.
In Toretto's words, "We are family!" When family members are in trouble, you don't just stand by and watch them get wasted, right?
Ron's claim that Los Angeles was his territory wasn't an exaggeration at all.
If someone else controlled this kind of firepower, they'd probably wake up grinning in their sleep—like Hobbs, who was jealous of Ron to the point of insanity.
But Ron found it somewhat dull and even a little boring.
His subordinates were so capable, how was he supposed to have any fun in the future?
"We'll interrogate that couple and make them tell us where they stashed their cash, then we can waste them."
Ron turned, shouldering his grenade launcher. Hank, who had just come down from the rooftop, was confused. "Why don't we wait until they finish the sweep before we grab some chow?"
"Forget it, this little skirmish is boring. You guys can RTB after you're done. I trust you're not like those worthless FBI desk jockeys who need me to micromanage everything.
We can throw the couple's welcome party together tomorrow."
Hobbs: Who exactly are you trying to insult here?
Ron waved, climbed into his Camaro, and disappeared into the night. Less than twenty minutes after he left, the battle was over.
As Ron had predicted, after achieving overwhelming superiority, everything became tedious and unremarkable. In this situation, Ron might as well go back and hang with his genius brother or just head home and crash.
When Ron finally got home, Sheldon was nowhere to be found. Only Penny, Leonard, and Howard were getting ready to leave.
"Has anyone seen Sheldon? Did you guys finally lose your patience and chop him up today?" Ron walked to the refrigerator: "Should I be worried about opening this? Is a piece of Sheldon going to fall out when I open the door?"
"Sheldon and Rajesh went to participate in a Magic: The Gathering tournament at the comic book store, and Penny's about to set Howard up with a girlfriend." Leonard explained: "Ron, do you want to come along?"
Ron's interest was piqued. It was Bernadette!
The petite, sharp-tongued microbiologist who was destined to be Howard's soulmate? If that was the case, Ron definitely wasn't sleepy anymore~
Of course, Ron's—
"No! Leonard! You can't let Ron come with us!" Leonard's suggestion was vehemently opposed by Howard: "If Aragorn and Frodo stand together, what woman is going to pay attention to Frodo?"
"No, you're thinking too highly of yourself, Howard. You're Sam Gamgee at best," Ron shrugged. "Sheldon is Frodo. If you don't open your mouth, Sheldon is the more attractive one among you guys. After all, we share the same DNA."
Ron said with complete confidence. In fact, it was true. After Sheldon became an adult, Ron had witnessed countless women trying to seduce Sheldon in various ways, but they were all deflected by this clueless genius who didn't understand romance.
Leonard and Howard exchanged glances: "Dude, I know you're telling the truth, but did it have to be so brutal?"
"Listen, Ron, I know you've got plenty of women. There's really no need to compete with me for some insignificant waitress." Howard decided to throw himself on Ron's mercy.
(End of chapter)
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