I cut reality into a movie

Under the spit of the hound, the red light on the street gradually turned green.

Tifa in front of him drove the car forward normally, and the hound naturally followed behind.

However, when the car was in the middle of the intersection, Tifa, who was walking in front, suddenly stepped on the brakes, causing the hound, who couldn't react in time, to rear-end the police car with front and rear bumpers.

This is not the end.

Without giving the hound any time to react, the plainclothes police car ambushed on both sides of the street and behind him rammed straight into his body, pinching him firmly in the middle of the road, forming a situation of being surrounded by four sides.

FUCK!

FUCK!

FUCK!

The bitch has already figured out I'm stalking her!

She's been acting with me, she's waiting for support!

The hound slammed the steering wheel angrily, then kicked the accelerator to the end, trying to forcefully break through the encirclement.

It's a pity that his Chevrolet Trailblazer is not a Chevrolet Camaro that can turn into a Bumblebee after all. He kicked the accelerator, and Tifa's police Dodge in front didn't move at all.

"SHIT!"

After another swearing, the hound looked at the AR-15 assault rifle on the co-pilot, and then thought that there would be no good end if he surrendered and was caught.

It's better to just give it a go, even if you can't run, you can still pull a few backs.

The bloodhound, who was in a desperate situation, decided to fight with his back. He bent down, picked up the fully automatic modified AR-15 on the co-pilot, and squeezed the trigger on the front windshield:

"Go to hell! Damn bitch! I can't live, and neither can you!"

The .233 Remington rifle bullet, with the support of the 975M/S rate of fire, can easily tear through the bulletproof glass of the rear window of the police Dodge.

Like a torrential rain, like a mountain torrent.

The Remington rifle bullets poured completely inside the police car smashed everything here.

If Tifa didn't have her proud intuition, she would have sensed the sudden shooting ahead of time.Then her fate would be the same as the interior of her police car, torn into pieces by the storm of bullets.

But this world never talks about what if, since Tifa survived the sneak attack, the next time is her time to fight back.

Swooped out from the driver's seat.

Then land, roll, and draw the gun, all in one go.

Tifa held her favorite Glock 26, without the slightest hesitation, aimed at the still grin on the hound's face, and decisively pulled the trigger.

The bullet pierced the hound's skull, and also brought Tifa's 'dying condolences':

No one can take away Romon's life from me!

No one can do it!

So, farewell.

Chapter 021 You have extended your life for several days, you know?

The Hound is dead.

Died a little suddenly.

After all, just 10 minutes ago, he was still boasting in an email to the executive, saying that his investigation had a clue, and that in half a month at most, he would be able to sink Johnny Silverhand into the San Francisco Bay.

But in the end, it turned out that the hound after the rhetoric didn't even live for half an hour before being killed by his most pursued 'prey'.

Bang bang bang bang!

Gunshots sounded from all directions one after another.

Even though the Hound was killed by Tifa, the rest of the San Francisco police who came to support him still chose to use the traditional art of American police—saturation emptying the magazine.

No one knew how many shots the hound had received in the end. Anyway, when the identification department police carried his body, it was already difficult to see the human form.

"Officer Janfort, how are you feeling? Are you hurt?"

Ever since Tifa got rid of her direct boss Thompson, the commander of their team has been vacant. Even this emergency support was temporarily replaced by the commander of other teams.

Tifa looked at this relatively unfamiliar commander, took a deep breath, puffed up her chest, and responded loudly: "Report sir, I'm fine and I'm not injured!"

"Oh thank God! Best answer I've ever heard."

After crossing his chest and thanking God, the commander continued to ask: "Officer Janfort, do you have any clues about this attacker who is following you?"

"Report sir, no."

Not wanting to bring up Romon's case, Tifa resolutely chose to lie: "Sir, we must admit that in our line of work, there are really too many enemies, and it is possible to be targeted by anyone."

Hearing Tifa's answer, the commander glanced at the scene of the firefight full of bullet holes, and didn't continue to ask. After a long sigh, he comforted Tifa:

"Okay then, Police Officer Jan Forte, since you don't have any clear clues, this attack can only be investigated slowly in the future."

"As for you, I believe that you now need a sense of peace of mind more than anyone else."

The commander said, and handed Tifa a note: "The address above is a safe house attached to the police station. Since your information was sold by some idiots in the police station, then this safe house It's yours until you find a new address."

After the commander finished speaking, he patted Tifa on the shoulder, stared at her meaningfully for a long time, then turned and left.

Is this to put me in peace?

Looking at the address on the note, Tifa understood that the bureau suddenly arranged for him to live in order to prevent himself from expanding the scandal within the Northern District Bureau, so as not to affect the leadership of the bureau.

Ha ha, this idea really went with me.

The North District Bureau wanted to calm down and protect the leader, and Tifa also wanted to calm down and protect Romon. She put away the note contentedly, then took out her mobile phone, and was about to call Romon's number when she suddenly thought of her impatient friend.

Let's take care of the impatient people first.

Tifa called Louise to say she was safe, and then... just half an hour passed.

"Mother Louise, I will obey your orders obediently, and let me sleep well now."

After speaking dryly, it took a lot of effort to deal with the endless concern from her friend. Tifa was just about to take a break when she received another call.

A totally unexpected call.

"Hello?"

"It was a beautiful anti-stalking operation."

"Have you seen it all?"

"When the news was broadcast, I just took a look at the surveillance video, so I think, rather than comfort and concern, what you want to hear is praise."

"Congratulations, hacker kid, you guessed it right again."

Tifa raised her lips slightly and said proudly: "I've never been a delicate princess who needs a prince to save me, so I really prefer to hear compliments rather than care and comfort."

"Also, I was one step ahead in the counterattack against the Gravel Gang, hacker boy, it's your turn to work harder."

Tifa's voice became more cheerful as she spoke, and the chatter became more brisk.

And this happiness comes not only from being understood, but also from the person on the other end of the phone.

"Yeah, I really should work hard, otherwise those bastards from the Gravel Gang will be caught by your police officer Tifa."

Romon smiled softly, and after chatting with Tifa some more, he hung up the phone.

Then, he immediately squeezed out a laptop computer, and used the personal computer of the gang leader Witt as a springboard to invade the smart devices inside the Gravel Gang on a large scale.

PCs, mobile phones, tablets, laptops, and even smart watches are not spared. Romon uses the crawler program to search for the name 'Tifa Janfort' from top to bottom, and wants to investigate clearly how much Tifa has been broken. The stone bastards are watching.

But the result surprised Romon.

"how can that be?"

"How could it be impossible to find a piece of information?"

"Could it be that Tifa's level of secrecy within the Rubble Gang requires a dedicated line? Or is it that the person who followed her today wanted to make meritorious deeds alone, so he didn't report Tifa's affairs."

Romon tried searching for 'Johnny Silverhand' again.

There was no surprise this time, thousands of messages related to 'Johnny Silverhand' filled the entire computer screen.

Continuing to sift through the thousands of messages, Romon spent more than an hour and finally found the 'rhetoric words' sent by the hound to the executive.

Ignoring the evaluation of himself in it, Romon just looked at the hound and said that he had some eyebrows and nodded:

"Haha, hehe, it's good to have some clues. I just love this kind of people who like to monopolize the credit and cover up when they make action reports."

Although the Hound died on the way to track Tifa, and Tifa had serious doubts about the Gravel Gang, Tifa was a San Francisco policeman after all, and the Gravel Gang couldn't directly attack Tifa just because of suspicion.

They needed at least some investigation into Tifa, and the amount of time they had spent investigating was enough time for Romon to get them out of the way.

"Friends of the Gravel Gang, thank this guy named Hound. If he didn't want to take the credit and didn't say Tifa's name, you will bid farewell to the world today and lose several days of life."

"Anyway, there are so many big and small gangs in the United States. Even without you, there are still countless gangs for me to film."

Romon chuckled and shook his head, dissipated the laptop in his hand, then lightly stepped on the accelerator:

It's time for him to fix himself a house for filming.

Chapter 022 The same drama, let another person act it out, but the effect is different

"John Wick" trilogy story.

To sum it up in a few words.

In the first part, the male protagonist was killed because of a dog, his car was robbed, and he annihilated a gangster.

In the second part, because the house is bombed, the male lead destroys a gangster again.

In the third part, the male protagonist is hunted down by the killer organized by the High Table, and angrily destroys the pursuers of the High Table.

In this trilogy, the first and second parts of Romon can be roughly restored, nothing more than dead dogs, lost cars, and bombed houses, but the killer organization of the third part is really helpless.

After all, no matter how free and unrestrained the United States is, there will not be such a killer organization on the surface.

what?

You mean FBI and CIA?

Don't be embarrassed, the scale of the two organizations' actions is still far behind the high table.

Furthermore, Romon does not pursue a 100% restoration of the story, and does his best to increase the percentage coefficients of each item.

Anyway, in the end, it still depends on the evaluation and popularity of the audience.

Of course, there is no need for the high table, but the house is still going to be blown up. After a day of careful selection, Romon finally found a remote villa that would have no effect on the surroundings even if it exploded.

The transaction of the house was quite smooth. After all, due to the location of this dilapidated house, it has been listed on the real estate exchange for three years since the previous owner who suffered from autism passed away. The intermediary immediately completed the purchase transaction with him.

On the transfer of property rights, John Wick's name was signed, and Romon officially became the owner of this remote villa.

"Sorry, I don't like any strangers entering my house, your company's cleaning service, please allow me to refuse."

Declining the cleaning service offered by the intermediary company, while playing "John Wick" on the system, Romon followed the scenes in the movie and transformed his newly bought house into what it looked like in the movie.

"OK, it's done!" Clapping his hands, Romon affirmed himself with a good feeling: "As far as the restoration of this scene is concerned, even the prop master of "John Wick" has to say that he is awesome."

Appreciating his masterpiece, Romon's expression froze suddenly, and he thought of a serious question: "I'm just talking about bombing the house, bombing the house, the problem is the young master of the Gravel Gang, do you have this idea?"

"Hey, I'm so stupid."

Luo Meng slapped his head and realized: "I don't care whether he blows up or not. If he doesn't blow up, I will be done. When the time comes, through the lens art, just insist that he did it."

"It's like Tifa, who also became a late ex-wife because of a dinner at the Swan Lake restaurant."

Figured out how to plant and frame... Bah!After figuring out how to play with montage art.

Luo Meng was officially in this new house, and started filming the solo scene of the male lead in the early stage of the movie.

Film how he lost my love, full of dilapidation.

Film how he eats tasteless and lives a boring life.

Filming how he was in a daze at the photo of his 'deceased wife', revealing his infinite nostalgia and nostalgia.

"Good guy, fortunately this film can only be shown in my original world, otherwise if Tifa sees my obsessed expression on her photo, she will definitely misunderstand that I am plotting against her."

Romon looked at the sample, complained about his performance, and was about to take a sip of the coffee on the table when his doorbell rang:

"Excuse me, is Mr. John Wick at home? Is there a courier that you need to sign for?"