I cut reality into a movie

Let’s not talk about whether this kind of search is compliant, even if it is compliant, Marlowe would not dare to search. After all, the Lake Bay Hotel is the top hotel in Chicago, who knows what kind of boss lives in the guest rooms here.

In case Marlowe knocks on a door, inside is the FBI executives and their little lover on vacation, do you think this situation is embarrassing?

So let alone a door-to-door search, Marlowe couldn't even block the door, so he could only arrange for people to watch the front and rear doors of the Lake Bay Hotel, and lead the team to get out of the hotel in desperation.

"Station Master, don't we look up the artist's name registered at the Lake Bay Hotel?" Seeing that the team was about to retreat, an FBI agent tried to suggest.

"Do you think such a crafty bastard would put his real name on the hotel list?"

Bai glanced at the younger brother who asked a stupid question, and Marlowe was about to move on, Tifa, who had been following him all the time, said, "Station Master, I think the name Frank Taylor, we can really look it up. "

As Tifa said, she showed Marlo the phone interface, which was the personal file of 'Frank Taylor'.

There is no need to look at the extra information. Marlowe's eyes directly saw the last column of the file, which is the declaration record for unemployment benefits, and it clearly says - [Frank Taylor, resigned from Lanshan Securities. 】

Combined with the fact that the painter had clearly expressed his hatred of Wall Street on the banknote code when he first committed the crime, Marlowe can indeed boldly speculate that this Frank Taylor is the real name of the painter.

"Damn it, this bastard really dares to leave his real name."

Grinning and gritting his teeth, Marlowe ordered with his eyes wide open, "Check! Go and check out the passenger list of airports in Chicago for the next week."

"That bastard dared to leave his name so openly, just because he wanted to have an upright duel with us, and bet that even if we knew which plane he was on, we would never be able to catch him!"

"This is his conceit as a magician. He likes to be in the spotlight and complete his escape magic!"

The intensive pursuit of Romon for more than a month has allowed Marlowe to fully understand the artist's personality displayed by Romon——

A bold, crazy, trickster, or magician, who likes to dance on the tip of a knife.

Marlowe and his agents have investigated a large number of women who have had contact with Romon, and all of these women have expressed that this man's magic tricks are heart-wrenching.

etc!A magic trick that makes a woman's heart beat.

It mentioned checking the passengers on the plane and magic tricks. The combination of these two points made Marlowe suddenly think of his flight attendant lover Sandy.

During the quarrel that day, Sandy also expressed to him that the personable co-pilot is very interesting and can do some wonderful little magic tricks.

No way.

The man Sandy fell in love with couldn't be a painter, could he?

Thinking of his lover and the possibility of falling in love with the prisoner he was chasing, the sour feeling in the middle made Marlowe's scalp tense, as if someone had put green mustard on his scalp of.

grunt.

Swallow hard.

Marlowe opened his mouth slightly, and added in a hoarse voice: "In addition to the passengers, you also check the list of crew members for me."

"Station Master, the crew members also check?"

"Check! Must check!"

When leaving the Lake Bay Hotel, Marlowe's legs were a little weak. Looking at his leaving back, the old Brody, who was slow to make a move, let out a sigh of relief:

"It's okay! Fortunately, the painter played the FBI. Otherwise, if the painter is really taken away by the FBI and the federal eagle dogs, my revenge plan will be ruined."

"Patriarch, although the artist was not caught by the FBI, where can we find someone who the FBI can't even catch?" the little brother asked old Brody.

"Painters go to San Francisco."

"To San Francisco? Why?"

"For one thing."

Old Brody's eyes became sullen: "I've been thinking about it for a while, there are so many families making counterfeit banknotes in the world, why the painter targeted my family."

"After I ruled out all the impossibilities, I found the answer!"

Looking at the raging anger on the Patriarch's face, the younger brother asked curiously: "Patriarch, can I know why?"

"Of course you know, Franklin, you are my confidant." Old Brody patted Franklin on the shoulder and said in a desolate tone: "If my guess is right, the reason why the painter will focus on the Brody family is because Mann Rather the suitcase that was left here."

"Manning?" Hearing this familiar yet unfamiliar name, Franklin suddenly said: "Patriarch, I remembered that in order to increase the production of color-changing ink, we invited a master chemist, and that person's name is Manning."

"Yes, that's him." Old Brody nodded: "But he is not only a master of chemistry, but also a master of pharmacy. He once worked in the Medical Research Institute under the Oswell Group."

"Later he resigned from the Oswell Group and brought a suitcase with me."

Franklin didn't foolishly ask why resignation was being targeted, he just nodded lightly and said, "Then let's go back to San Francisco?"

"No, we can't go back to San Francisco. If we go back to San Francisco, the painter is in the dark and we are in the light. Then we will be passive. We have to do it in Chicago!"

A trace of determination flashed in Old Brody's eyes. He pursed his lips, pondered for a moment and then said, "Is everything arranged for Arthur?"

"Yes, Master Arthur has successfully arrived in Italy."

"It's here...that's good, Arthur's mother is Italian, I believe that kid will get used to life in Italy soon."

Hearing the meaning of sacrifice in Old Brody's tone, Franklin interjected: "Patriarch, in fact, apart from these collaborators in the United States, we still have many collaborators abroad. Is it really necessary for you to do that? "

"The painter must die!"

Old Brody's voice was so cold that there was no warmth: "My grandfather, my father, me, three generations of our grandparents and grandchildren jointly created the Brody family today. I will never tolerate someone destroying it, and it will be safe and sound. alive!"

Just for the glory of the family?

I think it's more than that.

Having followed Brody loyally for 20 years, Franklin knew his old master very well, and devoted so much effort to deciphering the new version of the dollar bill.

So much painstaking effort has been put into it, if no one in the entire counterfeit banknote world can crack the secret of the new US dollar bill, then the old Brody can comfort himself-it is not that he is incompetent, but that the new version of the US dollar banknote cannot be cracked at all.

But with the appearance of Romon, the false comfort that old Brody built for himself was shattered. He wanted to kill Romon, not only to avenge the family, but also to express the jealousy in his heart.

"Patriarch, tell me, what can I help you with?"

No matter what the specific reason for old Brody's revenge is, as his real confidant, Franklin, who was pulled out of the quagmire by old Brody at the trough of his life, can risk everything, even his life.

"Help me think of a way to bring firearms on the plane." Old Brody asked.

"You're going to do it on the plane?" Franklin asked. "But do you know which flight the painter will take?"

"The painter is a person who pays attention to the sense of ritual." Old Brody said with certainty: "He will definitely choose to come to my door on Christmas day and give me a Christmas surprise."

"Master, if it's just Christmas, he can go to San Francisco earlier." Franklin still didn't believe that the painter would board the plane on Christmas so obediently.

"Franklin, don't forget that the painter has to face not only us, but also the FBI who has been chasing him. His farewell ceremony with the FBI will also be held on Christmas."

Although he was the targeted prey, because of his status as the prey, old Brody was able to better guess the hunter's mentality, and became the first mouse to perceive danger and opportunity in Romon's game of cat and mouse.

In comparison, as a hunting white cat, Sequence Five's progress in Chicago will be slower.

Although she guessed in advance that Romon would not be caught without a fight at the Lake Bay Hotel, she couldn't guess where Romon would set the final stage.

"Where will Mr. Fox's stage in Chicago be set?"

Rubbing his temples, Sequence Five felt like he was going to think about it, and he couldn't figure out what Romon's performance arrangement in Chicago was.

Of course she couldn't figure it out.

After all, Romon deliberately exposed his whereabouts, lured the FBI to Chicago, and then revealed his name at the Lake Bay Hotel, leading the FBI's attention to the plane, just to restore the famous scene in the movie:

——That is, in order to board a plane that is heavily monitored by the FBI, the hero of the movie went to the university to recruit a group of flight attendant interns, and then used these beautiful flight attendants to attract the attention of the FBI, and finally boarded the plane safely.

Everything Romon did was to restore the movie, and of course it wasn't something normal humans like Sequence Five could understand.

While Sequence Five was staring at the map of Chicago, thinking about what Romon was going to do in Chicago, the progress of the FBI's investigation was not satisfactory.

They retrieved the list of all passengers and crew members in Chicago for the next week, but there was no one named 'Frank Taylor' in these lists.

It's the bastard who hasn't bought a ticket yet.

Or I guessed the artist's intention wrong.

In fact, the dog boy was not as bold as I imagined. He made these fancy things just to attract the attention of the FBI so that he could escape from other directions.

Marlowe is a little bit under pressure now, and he expressed his knowledge of the painter with certainty at the time, but as the business-as-usual airport list was called up, he became a clown again.

It's just that Marlowe was lucky to become a clown this time. After all, the name of 'Frank Taylor' was not on the crew list, which at least proved that the person who cheated on Sandy was not a painter.

hey~~~

Think of other ways.

Maloan sighed secretly, and when he was about to turn his attention to other areas, Tifa came over with a laptop: "Station Master, I found Frank Taylor."

"Did you track down that bastard?"

Marlowe's surprised cry attracted the attention of all the agents in the office, and everyone put their expectant eyes on Tifa.

"Yes, I found him."

Tifa nodded, with a little pride of "I still know him" in his voice: "Actually, since Frank left New York, this person has been flying under his real name, but not as a passenger, but as a In the name of the Delta Air Lines first officer."

"He took advantage of the airline's Deadhead system, took a fake flight crew registration card, not only took a dozen flights for free, but also did not leave his name on the passenger manifest."

With that said, Tifa slid the mouse wheel to show Marlow the boarding records of every hitchhiking flight of 'Frank Taylor'.

American Eagle Flight 7415.

A series of flight numbers on the list, Marlowe just glanced at it casually, but this American Eagle flight caught his attention.

Because this flight, this date, isn't this the flight his little lover flew before he cheated on him?

As a careful lover, Marlowe will take note of Sandy's flight every time before she takes off, so that she can go to the airport to pick it up in time.

It is precisely because of this habit that Marlowe clearly remembers that after the flight, Sandy broke up with herself.

It's him!

What a bastard!

Marlowe's face was ugly, as if he had eaten a nine-turn large intestine that retained its original flavor.

The originally dark skin turned into a strange black-green color. In the eyes of other detectives, they thought their webmaster had been poisoned.

"Station Master, are you alright?" an FBI agent asked cautiously.

"What? What? What can I do? I'm just thinking about how to arrange it so that I can catch this damn counterfeit money dealer!"

Surging killing intent spewed out from Marlowe's muscular body. Judging by his angry appearance, he didn't look like he was going to catch a counterfeiter, but more like he was going to catch and kill his father's enemy.

"Station Master, shall we go to the airport to ambush?"

It doesn't matter if you don't understand the emotional changes of the webmaster, as long as you stay away from the powder keg, you are safe.

These old and cunning FBI agents immediately understood that they could not stay here for long, so they offered to go to the airport as spies.

"Don't go to the airport to ambush immediately, why don't you wait for that bastard counterfeit money dealer to leave?"

He could only spread the evil fire in his heart to his subordinates, and Marlowe raised his eyebrows and urged them to go to the airport to ambush immediately.

"Hmph, as expected of the cute cat I personally selected. As expected, after the whole cat-and-mouse game, the actions of the FBI are all driven by my police officer Tifa."

Looking at the footage captured by the stealth camera, Romon said with emotion: "If there is no police officer Tifa to give them a good idea, and this group of idiots FBI, I'm afraid they won't be able to catch me in the next life."

Romon complained about the stupidity of the FBI, but completely ignored it. He was a shameless coward who watched the FBI's search progress intensively all day long. It would be a ghost if people caught him.

But back to the progress of filming, Romon nodded in satisfaction as he watched the FBI go to the airport to block people, and was ready for the next step of bidding for stewardesses.

Randomly pick a high-ranking film school that is not well-ranked in Chicago, and Romon will make a phone call.

Yes, it's Christmas break for college students.

But for a group of female acting students who want to be famous, want to have a sugar daddy, and want to rely on their faces to make a living, if they can meet Delta Airlines recruiting flight attendants, what kind of shit winter vacation is there, and they rush back to school one by one, just waiting Green leaves turn red flowers.

Looking at the chattering and bustling hundreds of female students in the auditorium, Luo Meng made a small apology in his heart:

Girls, although the big holiday tricked you to come to school, I will still give you the five hundred dollars in compensation. As for the fake flight attendant recruitment this time, it is regarded as getting used to this cruel society in advance. society.

With an apology in his heart, Romon walked into the school auditorium in a tall and straight figure wearing a pilot uniform. Under the cheers of the girls, he stood on the podium and gave a speech:

"Welcome everyone who rushed back to school on Christmas Eve to participate in this stewardess election."

"By the end of the day, I will be selecting eight young women to be part of Delta's Future Crew Crew Training Program."

"These eight ladies will follow me on a two-month European public relations tour. That is to say, if anyone is selected today, your Christmas will be spent in La Trasbourg, France."

"Believe me, it is definitely the town with the strongest Christmas atmosphere in the world!"

After Romon spoke, the cheers from the girls in the auditorium had completely covered up his speech. All the girls fantasized about spending a perfect Christmas night in a small town in France.

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At the same time, in the terminal of Midway International Airport in Chicago, Agent Tom was suffocating: "Fuck me, Midway Airport is such a big international airport, the air conditioner here has been broken for several days and no one has repaired it. Don’t be afraid to freeze the passengers to death!”

"Brother, are you still thinking about repairing the air conditioner? Now that the strike has made the pilots almost not enough, the airlines don't have the time to repair the air conditioner for you, just bear with it."