I cut reality into a movie

As Romon shouted 'landing', flight 4444 began to vibrate violently, and the portholes on both sides were covered with splashing river water, making it impossible to see what was happening outside.

Although at the moment the plane lands, no passenger has such a broad mind and can spare the energy to care about the outside world.

Finally, after years of violent vibrations, the plane calmed down again.

Even though the vibration had stopped, the passengers in the plane who escaped from death still did not dare to raise their heads. In the end, it was Romon's calm voice on the cabin radio that woke them up:

"Everyone, welcome to New York!"

boom!

The sound was louder than the sound of an airplane engine exploding. The passengers of Flight 4444, who knew they had escaped death, reveled in the cabin.

They shouted, they cheered, they hugged, they cried.

After they experienced death, they really understood the value of life, including those orange vests who were about to give their lives. At this moment, they also understood how stupid their previous actions were.

Contrary to the hustle and bustle of the cabin, the two people in the cockpit, facing such a thrilling moment, just looked at each other with a smile on their lips.

"Agent Tifa, like I said, you can spend Christmas in Times Square this year."

"I want to see my Christmas presents more than spending Christmas in Times Square."

Tifa tilted her head and looked at Romon, and asked softly, "How long will it take for the Brody family to confess their guilt?"

"Before the rescue team arrives."

While speaking, Romon removed the pilot uniform on his body, and threw the fake collar around his neck, revealing the sportswear underneath.

"Your preparations... are really thorough." Seeing that Romon finished casual clothes so easily, Tifa shook her head in admiration.

"As a magician, making comprehensive pre-stage preparations is my most basic professional requirement."

Smiling and waving his hand, Romon pushed open the door and walked towards the cabin. Since he didn't have a captain's uniform on his body, Romon could easily blend into the carnival crowd, and came to Old Brody's master and servant with a smile.

"Can I sit next to you two?"

The sudden appearance of Romon's voice made old Brody stiff. He raised his old face with difficulty, looked at Romon's familiar yet unfamiliar face, and couldn't believe it: "Captain Frank is actually you!" !"

"It's me." Romon nodded: "So in order to repay my life-saving grace to you, can you two sacrifice a little for me?"

"Hahahahaha!" Hearing Romon's request, Old Brody laughed loudly: "Thank you for saving my life? If it wasn't for you bastard, how could I be on this damn plane!"

"Painter, you ruined my family! You ruined everything about me! Do you still have the face to ask me to repay your life-saving grace?"

Old Brody's eyes were about to burst into flames, until Romon smiled and told the whereabouts of his only son: "Mr. Brody, is your son's life in Rome going well? Do you want me to send him some living expenses? "

"No, it can't be said to be sent, it should be said to be sent. After all, the painter... I am not the only one."

As Romon said, with a flick of his wrist, he handed Old Brody a white card with the detailed address of his only son on it.

"you!"

The huge anger and fear caused Old Brody to squeeze the card into a paper ball in an instant. He stared at Romon with red eyes, and finally heaved a sigh of relief, and his whole body collapsed on the seat: "Say it, what do you want What do you want me to do?"

"It's very simple. You became a painter and were taken away by Agent Tifa." Romon demanded.

"I'm a painter?" Old Brody smiled. "Sure enough, you bastard is with the FBI. You put on such a big show just to destroy my family."

Brother, you really think too much about this.

I am the only one who wants to destroy your family, not the FBI.

Seeing that old Brody misunderstood his relationship with the FBI, Romon didn't bother to explain, but continued to ask with a smile: "How, Mr. Brody, you become a painter and your child gets peace. This deal is not bad."

"Painter, I really fucking want to eat you alive!"

With his wrinkled face trembling, Old Brody agreed to Romon's terms.

"Mr. Brody, thank you for your cooperation."

Romon nodded, then as if remembering something, he took out a stack of counterfeit banknotes from his pocket and handed them to Old Brody: "By the way, you should know the money, a friend of mine saved something with you ,"

"Friend? A friend who was sent to hell by your own hands?"

He had already guessed that the folded banknotes were in Romon's hands, but now that he took them out, Brody didn't talk nonsense, just nodded and said, "New York, Queens, Blackwater Warehouse on Quetlin Street, Warehouse No. 141."

"I thought you'd keep these things around?"

"Put it by your side?" Old Brody sneered, "I don't have the habit of sleeping with bombs on my pillow."

As he said that, Old Brody's sneer turned into a wry smile: "But even if I didn't sleep with the bomb on my pillow, my family was still shattered by the bomb."

"This may be fate."

Seeing that old Brody began to think about life, Romon, who was not interested in chatting about life with the old man, turned his head and left, found an empty seat, and began to wait for the rescue team to come to rescue him.

Objectively speaking, the rescue team came quickly, but the rescue process was very long. After all, it is indeed a troublesome thing to carry out rescue in the river.

The plane made an emergency landing at noon, but by the time all the passengers disembarked, it was already evening.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the ground, and it complemented the colorful Christmas lights of the towns in the distance. As an FBI agent, of course, Tifa had to stand on the last post, and she could rest assured only after all the passengers got off the plane safely. leave.

As for the old Brody that Romon gave her, it has been taken away by the New York colleagues called by Tifa. At this moment, Tifa is sitting alone beside the ambulance, drinking hot cocoa from the surrounding people, doing the simplest identification of injury.

"Miss Detective, your blood pressure, blood oxygen, and heart rate are all very normal, and you don't have any physical injuries. If you don't feel any discomfort, you can leave your name, address and phone number on it and leave."

Subconsciously taking the form handed over by the ambulanceman, Tifa was about to fill in something on it when she suddenly realized that the ambulanceman's voice was a little too familiar.

So she raised her head and looked at the ambulanceman who had his safety helmet pressed down extremely low. Looking at the familiar face and the familiar smirk, Tifa raised her foot and kicked the other person's calf lightly.

"Why are you still here, bastard? Waiting to be caught by me?"

"No, no, I haven't planned to hand over my life to prison so early."

Romon, who was pretending to be an ambulanceman, smiled and said, "The reason why I stayed here waiting for Detective Tifa is because there is an extremely important matter that I forgot to tell you."

"Forgot to tell me something important?" Tifa's face became serious: "What's the matter?"

"Merry Christmas!"

Chapter 100 [Tuner] It's time to add some Indian flavor

"Is this man a painter?"

"Yes, this man is a painter."

"Agent Genfort, you look into my eyes, you swear in the name of God, tell me seriously, is this man in front of you a painter!"

The Marlowe is stupid.

He flew all the way back to New York on a flight from Chicago. He thought he would see Frank Taylor who was thinking about him after landing, but the only one who greeted him at the base was the old withered face of Brody.

"He is a painter, a station master, a painter who really stands behind the scenes."

Tifa believes in God, but she believes in justice more, so she never minds such white lies:

"Station Master, the Frank Taylor we are hunting is just a pawn placed in front of the stage by the painter Brody. The person who really controls the entire counterfeit banknote industry behind the scenes is actually Mr. Brody."

He controls the shitty behind-the-scenes industry!

Are you taking me for a fool?Don't I know who this bloody old Brody is?I'm fucking blind to meet a traitor subordinate like you!

Marlowe has been working as an FBI agent for so many years. He has played this kind of drama of stealing and swapping people to take the blame. legal private transactions.

Of course, according to the unspoken rules of the FBI, as long as the person picked up by Tifa is willing to plead guilty, there is no need for other FBI colleagues to hold on to the problem. After all, what everyone is pursuing is to close the case, and it is not true To catch the criminal.

What's more, Old Brody is a counterfeit money dealer himself, and using him to pretend to be a painter is somewhat well-deserved.

It can be said that if Sandy hadn’t broken up for Romon and Marlowe, this new counterfeit banknote case would have ended here

But for the current Marlowe, the arrest of Romon is not only for public cases, but also for personal enmity, so it is absolutely impossible for him to accept old Brody to become a painter.

"Tifa Genfort."

Marlowe's face was gloomy, and his voice was even more hoarse and terrifying: "As for whether Brody is a painter, we will slowly investigate later. What I want to ask you now is why you let Frank Taylor go."

"Regardless of whether Frank Taylor is a painter or not, he is a direct participant in this counterfeit banknote case. As an FBI agent, you, Jan Forte, are obliged to arrest him together with him."

"But in the end, what did our dear Agent Genfort do? She let him go, a notorious money counterfeiter herself!"

The more Marlowe talked, the more angry he became, and later, the criticism had turned into a rant.

He approached Tifa step by step, gritted his teeth and roared: "Tifa Genfort, I will report your actions to the organization in full, and you will pay the price you deserve!"

After reprimanding Tifa, Marlowe turned to look at the other agents in the office: "What are you still doing here! Hurry up and arrest me! Could it be that you were also bribed by the painter!"

Just as Marlowe transformed into a mad dog, catching and biting anyone in the office, the cell phone in his pocket rang.

Angrily, he took out his mobile phone and looked at it, and the anger in Marlowe's heart became even stronger.

It was his wife who called him.

"What a fucking trouble..."

With fidgety curses in his mouth, Marlowe walked out of the office with his mobile phone, looked left and right, and after confirming that there was no one in the corridor, he pressed the answer button forcefully as if exasperated:

"Darling, didn't I already call you this morning and said that I would not be home this Christmas? Why did you call again?"

Hearing the husband's restless tone, the wife on the other end of the phone didn't talk nonsense, and said coldly: "I want to tell you, let's get a divorce."

What the hell?

divorce?

Hearing what his wife said, Marlowe's body froze instantly, and the bone-piercing chill went straight from the sky to the soles of his feet.

As a senior FBI agent, Marlowe is not afraid of the guns of drug dealers and the calculations of gangsters. He has courage that ordinary people cannot match, but Marlowe's legs are still weak in the face of his wife's divorce request.

He dare not divorce.

Because he is not one of those low-level gangsters who don't have a steel coin in their pockets. He is a serious FBI detective with an annual salary of 15 US dollars, as well as a beautiful house and car.

When he was married, these things belonged to him, but once the marriage ended, he not only gave half of the house and car to his wife.

And as the only one of the husband and wife who makes money, he is also fully responsible for the child support and the living expenses of the unemployed wife.

What's even more frightening is that his wife married him after dropping out of college, that is to say, as soon as he and his wife divorced, he would be responsible for the tuition fees for her to re-enter college.

Bankrupt.

As long as you divorce yourself, you will definitely go bankrupt.

Marlowe would never allow such a terrible thing to happen.

He took five or six deep breaths, and after recovering his emotions, he said softly, "Honey, I know that we may have been estranged recently, but that's because there are too many damned prisoners in the United States."

"You are waiting for me for a few days. After I finish the case at hand, I will immediately take a long vacation. How about taking you and your children to Hawaii for vacation?"

"I believe that under the bright sunshine of Hawaii, our husband and wife will be able to get back together, right?"

At this moment, Marlowe naively believes that his wife filed for divorce because he has been busy with work recently and alienated her.

But in fact, the reason why Marlowe's wife filed for divorce was because a well-intentioned hacker sent her a large number of videos--Marlowe's own video of him and his little lover Sandy happy.

Beep beep.

A series of unread red dots were uploaded from the communication software. Marlo opened it suspiciously and sat down on the ground.

"YES, YES, Marlowe, YES!!!"

In the video, Sandy's charming and high-pitched shouts drift farther and farther in the quiet corridor, as if Marlowe's soul is also drifting farther and farther away.

"Hmm, done."

With his hands off the keyboard, the enthusiastic hacker Romon stretched in satisfaction.

Originally, he didn't pay any special attention to Marlowe, the group performer. Whether he cheated or not, it was purely his private life and had nothing to do with Romon.

But Naihe, this small group performance is really unreasonable. Even though the movie is over, he is still addicted to the plot and cannot extricate himself from it. Since he can't get out of the play by himself, the big director Luo Meng can only do it himself to help him get out of the play. came out.

A divorce lawsuit under the American judicial system.

Enough for this dog boy to be overwhelmed for a while.

Having settled Marlowe's entanglement with the counterfeit banknote case, Romon can finally calm down and deal with the treasure left by Manning.

Experimental materials fully filled with seven large suitcases.

"Manning, that brat, when he hid money in Sommerla, he liked to confuse people with stacks of banknotes. Now when it comes to the experimental materials he hid, he still likes to play this trick."

Just randomly picked out a few pieces of experimental data and glanced at them. Romon, who has full medical talent, knew that there was a lot of waste paper that looked like experimental data.

Then, just as Romon was about to sort out these materials, he was suddenly taken aback, thinking that there was a huge logical loophole in the middle.

Pointless!