I cut reality into a movie

"Forbearance, I really want to bear it, but it's been a few days. We go out early and return home at night every day, frozen like grandchildren, but as for the painter, we haven't even touched the shadow of the painter."

Tom complained: "Tomorrow is Christmas, I don't want to spend Christmas at the airport!"

"Don't worry, Tom, the painter will definitely show up tomorrow!"

Tifa came over and handed the two agents steaming coffee.

After receiving the coffee, Tom couldn't wait to take a sip, and said with a sigh of relief: "Jen Forte, how can you be sure that the painter will show up tomorrow."

"Because he is a person who pays attention to stage appearances. In the recent period, there is no better stage than Christmas." Tifa affirmed.

"Detective Genfort, I found that you have a good understanding of the logic of the criminal's actions. From the very beginning of the arrest of the painter, you have always been on the right path. Can you teach me the tricks in the middle? How did you How can you know a prisoner so well?"

It's not that he meant something, Tom was really asking for advice. After all, he had been an FBI agent for five or six years, but he was still not very good at analyzing criminals' psychology.

"This……"

It's Tifa's turn to be distressed, how should she explain, she can't say that she is an accomplice, so she knows the painter very well.

Just as Tifa was thinking about how to make up an excuse to fool Tom, the sudden commotion in the terminal liberated her.

"Stop using oil, protect Mother Earth!"

"Whoever uses oil! Whoever goes to hell!"

"Oil is the blood of the earth, stop sucking blood!"

"Get out of the plane, it's the most oil-guzzling monster in the world!"

A group of down jackets with polyester vests, loudspeakers hanging around their necks, plastic signs in their hands, and members of environmental groups covered from head to toe in petroleum products, chanted not to use petroleum, marched through the terminal.

"Damn it, don't these environmental lunatics have any serious business every day? Instead of shouting slogans here every day, you can be really environmentally friendly if you plant two trees."

Looking at the eye-catching orange vests on the environmental protection organization, Agent Tom recognized at a glance that this group of people came from an organization called 'Stop Using Oil'.

"Hehe, Tom, this is your fault. They are environmental protection organizations, not organizers of environmental protection. They come out to make money. Can planting trees on the mountain make money?"

The male detective beside Tom chuckled, holding the hot coffee in his hand, looking cheerful and lively.

Sure enough, the excitement came quickly.

As soon as the orange vests began to promote their "environmental protection" concept, the security personnel at the airport rushed in like wolves.

It turned out that this group of orange vests was also experienced in fighting. Facing the rushing security personnel, they directly took out the handcuffs, put their hands close to those around them, and then sat down on the ground collectively, forming a meat mountain to fight against the security personnel. shock.

"Hahahahaha! These bastards are interesting!"

Faced with such a good show, the male detective who was waiting to watch the show was satisfied and let out a hearty laugh.

On the other hand, Tifa beside him, seeing how these people affected the normal order of the airport, stepped forward and said to the airport security who was at a loss and rolled his eyes, "Shall I help?"

"you?"

"I'm the FBI."

The identity of the FBI was really easy to use. As soon as Tifa spoke, the eyes of the group of security personnel immediately changed from suspicion to gratitude.

"What are you going to do?" asked the captain of the security team.

"What they are carrying in their hands are old-style police handcuffs that have long been phased out. This kind of handcuffs can be untied with a little treatment."

While Tifa was speaking, she took out the lock-picking tool bag from her pocket. This was the technique Romon taught her on the way when she went undercover at the Holy One Church last time.

At that time, I was thinking of going undercover in case of emergency, but until the collapse of the Holy One Church, Tifa didn't even open the lock, she didn't even see the living people of the Holy One Church a few times.

But there is no harm in learning more, Tifa will use her skills today.

With the cooperation of the airport security, Tifa uncuffed a pair of handcuffs, and the security followed to carry him out.

On the side of the environmental protection organization, seeing that their Roshan project was easily cracked, they immediately began to roar like incompetence and fury:

"Devil! You demons will be punished by God sooner or later! You will fall from the sky!"

All the onlookers at the scene took the curses of these environmental lunatics as a joke, but they didn't know that in the staff passageway, the eyes of two people wearing captain uniforms flashed a frenzy.

Chapter 097 Those who turn a blind eye to beauties will end up in bad luck

No surprises.

Sequence Five must admit to a cruel reality, that is, her Mr. Fox deliberately exposed her whereabouts and attracted everyone to Chicago, not for holding a surprise party, but just for a show of getting rid of crimes.

Putting her feet in tasseled boots on the desk in the office, Sequence Five leaned on the swivel seat in a somewhat lost state. Looking at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, she moved her dark purple lips and sighed softly:

"Everything Mr. Fox has done is just a performance, a performance for Tifa Genfort's promotion."

"When he was in Somerra, he got information from Manning, and learned that the test materials stolen by Manning were hidden in the hands of the Brody family."

"So on a whim, he prepared this investigative performance around counterfeit banknotes. While using counterfeit banknotes to seduce the Brody family, he also let his little lover Tifa succeed in the FBI."

"As for me who accidentally joined this show..."

Sequence Five's neck leaned back, and at the same time his hands stretched back, stretching his body like a cat: "I should be the spoiler of this performance, I should have turned this performance into a battle between me and Mr. Fox." A game of cat and mouse."

"But in terms of the result, I lost. I didn't give Mr. Fox enough oppression, and I didn't catch Mr. Fox from behind the scenes before he reported himself."

"I lost."

Sequence Five lightly kissed his unpainted right thumb, pursed his lips and said, "I lost this game, but the fight between me and Mr. Fox really started. Experiment data, and I will become his real opponent in the game."

"I really look forward to that day coming soon."

Sequence Five gave up meeting with Romon, because what she wanted was the thrill of the game and hunting, not the other party's initiative to show up in front of her.

But for old Brody, he no longer has the pure pursuit of happiness like Sequence Five. His goal now is very simple, which is to kill the painter who ruined everything for him.

"Franklin, it seems that this Christmas, Santa Claus decided to give me a present."

Taking advantage of the group of orange vests messing around in the terminal, Old Brody managed to bring the suitcase with the gun into the airport.

He looked at the airport notice board with cloudy old eyes, and looked at the flight to San Francisco at ten o'clock tomorrow morning, and slightly raised the corners of his wrinkled mouth.

Someone was lying in the study, stretched out, and generously admitted the failure of the game.

Someone ambushed the airport, hunched over, praying that tomorrow's hunt will go well.

There was even a righteous Lingran who stood out from the shadows and took the initiative to maintain the normal order of the airport.

But the state of these people is still worse than that of Romon, because Romon is currently enjoying the job that all men in the world dream of - beauty pageants.

These young, beautiful, enthusiastic and energetic female college students appeared in front of Romon one by one, showing off their talents and strengths to their heart's content, hoping that they could be picked by this Delta Airline pilot and start their journey. their flight journey.

"Captain Frank, I am a caring woman. There are seven stray cats, eight stray dogs, and two abandoned stray tortoises in my home. If you choose me to be a flight attendant, I will definitely be able to Take good care of every passenger with your own love."

A chestnut-haired, quiet-looking female college student was softly talking about the strengths of her character, but she didn't know that the man in front of her only wanted beautiful women, not good ones.

Romon's requirements for choosing a girl are very simple—big breasts, long legs, upturned buttocks, a pretty face, and a bright smile.

Only when these five points are met can one register with Romon.

"Hmm~~~~"

Without agreeing or refusing, Romon just smiled and said goodbye to the quiet girl in front of him, and then let the next girl in.

In this way, one by one, Romon spent almost four hours looking at all the more than 100 female college students, and then picked eight of them, which he thought were the most beautiful girls.

"Selena Bendridge!"

As Romon read out the name of the last 'lucky' girl, the stewardess election officially ended amidst the uproar.

After that, Romon took his eight small followers and went directly to Delta's uniform factory in Chicago.

"Sir, what can I do for you?"

Looking at the pilot uniform on Romon's body, and at the eight beautiful female college students behind him, the waiter at the uniform factory could tell what Romon was doing at a glance, but he still asked politely.

"Please prepare the best-fitting, most beautiful, and brand-new uniforms for the eight ladies behind me." Romon said, pressing two hundred-dollar bills (real money) onto the counter as a tip for the service staff .

"Hehe, sir, don't worry, I will definitely choose the best uniforms for them."

Money can make Mo Tui ghosts.

After Romon gave a tip of two hundred dollars, the service staff was immediately full of enthusiasm, and took eight girls into the factory to pick out uniforms.

Waiting for the eight girls to come out again is really eye-catching.

The navy blue uniforms and hip-wrapped skirts fully outlined their proud figures, and the flesh-colored stockings extending from the knees, together with the shallow-cut flat shoes, added a bit of dignity and elegance to them.

"I think I must have come to heaven, otherwise how could I have met such a beautiful and charming Miss Angel."

While speaking, Romon stretched out his arms, and then several female college students came forward understandingly, and took Romon's arms, and the group left with a smile, envious of the waiter in the uniform factory:

"Damn it, if I knew how happy being a pilot is, I would have learned to fly."

After leaving the uniform factory, Luo Meng took a few girls to a well-known western restaurant in Chicago to enjoy dinner.

A ten-seater square dining table, with Romon sitting in the middle, surrounded by beautiful stewardesses, his dining configuration directly confused several young couples dining on Christmas Eve.

"You envy that captain."

"Who wouldn't be envious of this... Who would be envious of this kind of thing? My dear, you should be very clear that no matter how many women there are in this world, you will always be the only one in my eyes."

It was originally a luxurious dinner to relax, but because of Romon's unexpected appearance, it turned into a high-end survival game.

And the difficulty of this survival game is still increasing.

"Captain Frank, ah~~~"

After carefully cutting the steak, the girl on Romon's right came forward and fed him.

"Look at me again and I'll poke your eyes out for you, believe it or not!?"

"Honey, I really didn't watch it!"

"I can't even listen."

"But they are there, we can't skip this dinner, can we?"

The young lovers in the restaurant are suffering, and the old Brody in the waiting hall is not too much.

The air conditioner at Midway Airport in Chicago was broken, and the FBI waited here during the day for everyone to freeze, let alone spend the night at the airport.

The icy air seemed to have eyes that burrowed into the seams of people's clothes. Old Brody was clutching his leather windbreaker tightly, but it was still bone-chillingly cold.

"Master, your coffee."

"Is it that cold?"

On a cold night, Old Brody pointed to hot coffee to spend the night, but the coffee Franklin brought back was only a little bit warm.

"Master, there are too many people who want hot coffee, and the coffee machine can't work at all." Franklin explained, "It's just this warm cup of coffee that I received after waiting for a long time among the crowd under great pressure. .”

"Forget it, bear it, isn't it just one night, bear it and pass it." Old Brody comforted himself: "And I believe that the painter will not be easy tonight."

It's not easy for Romon.

But it wasn't as old Brody thought, it was not easy to be coerced by huge pressure, Romon simply felt that dealing with eighty percent energetic young girls was too tiring.

"Captain Frank, what do you need to pay attention to when you are a flight attendant?"

"Captain Frank, what are the usual troubles in the air?"

"Captain Frank, have you encountered any interesting things in your flying career?"

It was like entering the bird-watching area of ​​a zoo. Romon felt that his ears were filled with chirping sounds. The level of annoyance was definitely the most disturbing moment in Romon's entire "Cat and Mouse Game".

After dawdling until more than eleven o'clock in the night, Romon coaxed the group of female college students to sleep.

In fact, he can ignore these girls, but who told him to lie? When dealing with gang members, he can treat them as expendable props, but for these innocent girls, Romon still has to try his best to make up for them.

For example, give them beautiful uniforms, treat them to a high-end dinner, and answer their curiosity about the sky.

This Christmas Eve was destined to be unforgettable for Romon, Old Brody, and even Marlowe.

"Frank Taylor."

"I'll grab you, just use my hands, and grab you, you damn bastard!"

Marlowe's dark cheeks were full of determination and murderous intent, because he had just received a reminder from his mobile phone calendar, which clearly recorded his original arrangement for Christmas Eve—a happy night with his little lover Sandy .

But now, Christmas Eve is gone, and the little lover is gone, and the culprit of all this is the painter, the bastard.

Even when he was sleeping and dreaming at night, Marlowe was crazily catching the painter, but just a second before he caught the painter, his dream was awakened by the alarm clock.

"Oh fuck!"

Cursing, Marlow got up from the hotel bed, and with an angry face, he led the team to Chicago Midway Airport.