I cut reality into a movie

"I'm going to find a place to have a drink for our madness."

Chapter 115 Is there a possibility that I have a medical license?

"Are you there?"

"It's almost three o'clock in the afternoon."

"Really? The trains in Europe are not delayed? This is really rare."

"Maybe it's because I'm lucky. You know, I've always been lucky."

Listening to the faint voice of singing from the other end of the phone, Romon asked, "I seem to hear the voice of singing, is Police Officer Tifa in the church?"

"Yeah, at the church, the Presbyterian church on the corner of 105th Street."

Tifa hummed softly and nodded, and complained: "Since you took away 500 million dollars from your side, those high-ranking republicans in the FBI have completely followed me, lest you and I turn into male and female thieves. Take their precious $500 million."

"In the FBI site, I dare not be sloppy for a moment. When I get home, it's not interesting to be alone. I can only come to the church and relax a little during the prayer time."

Tifa complained about her recent situation, and then an old female voice interrupted her: "Miss Jane Forte, it's your turn to take the stage."

"Onstage? Can Officer Tifa sing, too?"

"Huh? I can also sing poetry?"

Sensitively capturing the surprise in Romon's tone, Tifa wrinkled her little nose and said proudly: "Mr. Romon, it seems that I need to let you feel that I have honed my singing skills since I was four years old!"

"Tell me, what do you want to hear?"

Officer Tifa wanted to take the initiative to sing, how could Romon refuse.

He stared back at the songs related to the church in his mind, and he remembered a song "Amazing Grace" he had heard in a Conan movie.

"Officer Tifa, I..."

boom!

Just when Romon was about to declare the title of the song, a sudden gunshot interrupted him.

"The sound of gunshots?"

Hearing the gunshot from the other end of the phone, Tifa's voice suddenly became serious.

"Yes, Officer Tifa, gunshots are heard from the street outside the hotel, it seems that I have to listen to your singing at another time." Romon held up his mobile phone and came to the window, opened the curtains slightly, and watched the flickering lights downstairs. When the alarm stops the vehicle, you know that today's phone porridge time is over.

However, although today's phone call was interrupted, it was a good harvest for Romon to know that Tifa is good at singing.

Because of Tifa's singing ability, he can be used in "Skyfall" with Mrs. M as the main line.

Think about that shot.

On one side is Mrs. M, played by Tifa, singing "Amazing Grace" in an old church.

On the other hand, James Bond, played by Romon, is fighting bloody enemies with an MP5 with a muffler.

The perfect combination of elegance and violence is the core of the "007" series of films.

After saying good night to Tifa calmly, Romon hung up the phone, pushed open the glass door to the fully open balcony, and then scanned the street with eagle-like sharp eyes, and quickly determined the source of the gunshots.

It was a few gangsters riding Harleys, racing on the street while shooting into the sky to threaten them.

"Is this a problem with the local law and order, and too many brain-dead guys have been indulged, or have these bastards been bribed to come to the hotel where I live to protest against someone?"

Romon stared at the gangsters, and decided to let them understand the importance of obeying traffic rules before thinking about the reason.

"All the motorcycles in my field of vision will blow their tires in a second."

God has given His will.

The rules of the world will change according to His will.

After a short second, the gunshots on the street disappeared instantly, replaced by violent collisions and heart-piercing screams.

Not caring about the specific fate of these gangsters, after returning to the room, Romon began to ponder the reasons why these gangsters appeared.

Thinking about it, he picked up the intercom phone next to the bed and dialed a number.

It's Pyla's number in the room next door to him.

Originally, according to the original arrangement, Pila and Romon shared a suite, but because of Qiqi's sudden appearance, Pila had to open another room to live alone.

There was no response to the busy tone on the phone for a long time. Just when Romon was puzzled, there was a knock on the door of his room, and Pilar's voice came from outside the door: "Bond, open the door!"

"What's the matter, Accountant Pila, why is your face so white?" Romon asked puzzledly when he opened the door and looked at the long pale Pilla.

"What's wrong with me?" Pila rushed into the house, pointing to the window and shouting, "Didn't you hear the gunshot outside?"

"Is the gunshot coming at us?"

"It's Len Oswell!"

There was fear in Pila's voice: "Our whereabouts were revealed to Oswell by the democrats in the organization, and he sent someone to demonstrate against us!"

"Then his demonstration is going to turn into a circus clown show."

Romon shrugged with a smile, then walked to the bar in the living room, opened half a bottle of bourbon on it, and poured half a glass for himself and Pila: "Accountant Pila, do you want to add ice?"

"I'm not in the mood to drink right now!"

Pilar gave Romon a blank look, then stepped forward and asked, "What did you just say about a clown show? What do you mean?"

"Looks like Accountant Pilar missed a good show."

Picking up the wine glass on the table and handing it to Pila, Romon led him to the window, opened the curtains, and showed Pila the scene of the serial car accident outside.

"What... what's going on here!? Why did these gangsters crash like this!" Pila ran to Romon to discuss countermeasures the moment he saw the motorcycle gangsters, so he didn't see the embarrassment of these motorcycle gangsters' flat tires. Sample.

"Maybe it's God's punishment for them."

Romon laughed casually, then lightly touched the wide-mouth wine glass in his hand with the wine glass in Pila's hand, and then drank the orange-yellow wine in the glass.

"It was just an accident!"

Looking at Romon's relaxed look, Pila felt fooled: "Bond, the situation we are facing now will not change in any way because of this accident!"

"Did Accountant Pilar misunderstand something?"

"What am I misunderstanding?"

"Misunderstanding our gambling trip this time is just a pure gambling trip."

After drinking the wine, Romon shook the ice cubes inside and explained: "Although I persuaded Le En to start a gamble of everything, it doesn't mean that the hatred between me and him has disappeared. .”

"I not only ruined his human experiment, but also ruined his plan to short Blue Hole Pharmaceuticals, and then destroyed his possibility of becoming Oswell's heir."

"The relationship between me and him is not to say that it is a bloody feud, at least it is not mutual. For such an opponent, I never expected him to obediently decide the outcome with me at the gambling table."

The ice cubes hit the glass with a clang, as if the heart in Pilar's chest was rattling against his ribs.

"Huchi~~~huchi~~~"

Pilar felt that his breath was trembling, but he couldn't complain about Romon, because it was the FBI's top republican faction who sent him here.

Those old bastards lied to me!

They never told me about the blood feud between Bond and Oswell!They just told me it was an ordinary bet, and that I could keep an eye on James Bond!

I finally knew that I was on the thief ship, but it was too late.

The only thing Pila can rely on now is to count on Romon to be a real elite agent, not just a showman who only plays with women.

"Bond, even if someone comes to assassinate you, you can handle it, right!" Pila swallowed, looking at Romon expectantly.

"If I can't handle them, it won't be me who came to participate in the game."

The moment Romon smiled confidently, Qiqi opened the door and walked in. She held up the kraft paper bag in her hand and shouted to Romon by the window, "Bond, I brought it back for you."

"Come on, Accountant Pilar, I'll show you something to cheer you up."

Twirling his neck at Pila, Luo Meng came to Qiqi's side, and then handed the kraft paper bag in Qiqi's hand to Pila who was behind him: "Accountant Pila, open it."

"What is this?"

The kraft paper bag was very heavy. After Pila took it apart, there were two ordinary wooden boxes inside. When he opened the wooden box on top of one of them, a slight smile appeared on Pila's face.

"Sig Sauer P226, with fifty rounds of ammunition outside. Looking at these things, Accountant Pilla will feel more at ease." Romon picked up the pistol with the silencer in the box, and then pointed towards the direction of the window. an aiming action.

"Looking at these, people can really feel at ease."

Accountant Pilla nodded, then looked at another box: "This box is also a gun?"

"No, this box contains some first aid supplies."

As he spoke, Romon took the initiative to open the box, revealing the portable defibrillator inside, and a row of injectable medicines: "Amphetamines, antihistamines, epinephrine, hydrocortisone, lidocaine, some common medicines."

"These things are not common!" Speechlessly glanced at Romon, Pila asked in confusion, "Why do you prepare these medicines? Without a doctor's guidance, taking these medicines indiscriminately is courting death!"

"Accountant Pilar, is there such a possibility, I mean like this!"

Luo Meng took out a small black leather book from his coat pocket, and opened the book. Inside was a medical qualification certificate, and the photo on this qualification certificate was a smiling headshot of Luo Meng.

"you are a doctor?"

After snatching Romon's medical qualification certificate, Pila kept looking back and forth, and finally looked at Romon with eyes like an idiot: "Are you crazy? Why do you want to be an FBI agent as a doctor? Are you Don’t you know how much money doctors in the United States make?”

The salary of the FBI is not high, especially for the front-line agents that Romon is engaged in. Not only is the salary low, but the risk factor is also high.

Pila really couldn't understand why a top student in the medical school would go crazy and become an agent. This is purely sick, and he should go to the hospital.

"Being a doctor can only save people." Romon replied, "But being an FBI agent can not only save people, but also uphold justice!"

In front of the train station, Romon once said this set of rhetoric to Helen.

At that time, Pila still sneered, thinking that Romon was trying to trick the little girl with beautiful words, and only a big-breasted and brainless idiot woman would believe that Romon was a bullshit justice envoy.

But at this moment, after Pila saw Romon's medical qualification certificate with his own eyes, he believed in Romon's belief-this man is a true believer in pursuing justice.

Regardless of whether the FBI he joined has justice at all, but this man does exist and is worthy of admiration.

In awe of Romon, Pila also gradually understood why those beautiful women would be so desperate for Romon, it was because this man was really attractive.

Has a charm that can move even Pyrrha.

Unaware that he had unintentionally changed Pila's attitude towards him, the reason why Romon chose to show his medical qualification certificate at this moment was purely to pave the way for the poisoning self-rescue scene to the audience off-screen.

After all, in the movie "Casino Royale", the segment of Bond's first aid for poisoning is a small climax of the whole film, and it is impossible for Romon to let go of this climax segment.

But he didn't want Tifa to worry about what to do.

We can only change the first aid connection between Bond and the headquarters in the original book, and change it to Romon's self-rescue with medical skills. In this way, although Bond's hang is even bigger, at least the plot of the original book is restored.

"Agent Bond."

Just when Romon was seriously thinking about whether he would poison himself if Le En didn't poison him, Pyla suddenly patted him on the shoulder and said, "Agent Bond, I'm sorry for what I did to you before. Apologize for the attitude."

"Don't worry, from now on, I will cooperate with you wholeheartedly and help you win this bet!"

Looking at Pila's fist, Romon was a little dazed, but he still smiled and touched Pila's fist.

At the same time that Romon and Pila were smiling, Le En, who lived in a manor in Kotor, also received news that the entire army of motorcycle gangsters had been wiped out.

Looking at the scene of the car accident captured by his confidants, Le En felt the corners of his eyes twitch wildly: "Are these idiots going to make fun of me! How can they be so useless that they rear-ended themselves!"

"I made a good start and made these idiots turn into a circus!"

Seeing Romon laugh wildly at his funny performance in the hotel, Le En suddenly felt short of breath. He quickly picked up the asthma medicine on the table and squirted it into his nose to manage to stabilize his breathing.

"Sir, what should we do next? Do you want the brothers to take action directly and kill this damn FBI agent?"

"No, not yet." Le En waved his hand and explained: "If you make too much noise before the game starts, it will scare away other gamblers, which is not good for me to withdraw funds."

"Don't forget, the main purpose of our visit to Montenegro this time is for money. As for James Bond, it's just a small and dispensable role!"

Deciding to let Romon go temporarily, Le En picked up the red wine on the table and drank it down, then closed his eyes slightly, and quietly adjusted his mentality.

After all, he can kill Romon, but he can't kill the gamblers he invited. If he wants to get his money back, he needs to win the game. The most important thing to get on the gaming table is a good attitude.

The day passed quickly, and we stayed until the evening of the next day.

This billion-dollar gambling game presided over by Le En finally opened its crazy curtain.

Standing in front of the vanity mirror, Romon was doing the final makeup. At this moment, Qiqi in a bathrobe appeared behind him and commented on the dress on him:

"Hmm~~~ Brinoi from Italy, Mr. Bond, I didn't expect you to be quite good at picking clothes. This tuxedo looks great on you."

I just copied it from the original.