I cut reality into a movie

After killing two people in a row with a pencil, Romon got up from the ground and aimed at the last target.

After losing two of his companions one after another, the only one remaining, the gravel gang, was no longer controlled by anger, but fear that penetrated into the marrow of his bones, and began to invade his thoughts, urging him to run away quickly.

"Monster! Damn monster!"

The gravel gang screamed strangely, while waving the short dagger in their hands and retreated.

But this kind of bluff cannot effectively extend his life,

Romon rushed forward, held his head down, and bumped into a pillar in the bar.

After causing the first wave of dizzy attacks, taking advantage of the moment when the opponent was confused, Romon aimed the pencil at the back of his neck, and then used the pillar as a support to insert it between his fourth and fifth vertebrae.

a pencil.

Three punks.

After completing the famous pencil killing scene in the movie, Romon pulled out the pencil and expressed his sincere thanks to the three cast members who had passed away:

Thanks to the dedicated performances of the old brothers who sacrificed their lives. If you have the opportunity, remember to be a good person in your next life and stop killing people, setting fires, and selling organs.

Thanks for the completion, Romon's pencil was also pulled out.

As the saying goes, it is not difficult to borrow and borrow again. As a five-good citizen who demands himself with extremely high moral standards, of course Romon will return the pencil.

Holding the blood-soaked pencil into crimson, Romon walked back to the bar, facing the bartender behind the bar, the completely frightened bartender chuckled

"Thank you, your pencil is very useful."

Chapter 028 Big shot, what is big shot?

It is good for people to be polite.

But being too polite is not necessarily a good thing.

Seeing the blood-stained pencil that was the murder weapon on the bar, the bartender smiled uglier than crying: "Mr. Wick, you should take this pencil away, even if it is a gift for you from our bar. "

"Yes, thank you for your generosity."

As always polite, as always happy, as always without a word of nonsense, Romon accepted the pencil again, then turned his face to look at the hamster who was already slumped on the ground, unable to stand up:

"Hamster, I remember you just said, Witt Tarasov, you will be at Mengyao Nightclub every night, right?"

"Yes, right, he, he, he is usually there."

The hamster's lips were trembling constantly, making it difficult for him to speak.

"thank you, I know now."

Romon thanked again, then turned around and was about to leave.

At this time, the hamster plucked up his courage and asked Romon, "May I ask, why are you looking for little Tarasov? You don't want to deal with him like this, do you?"

The hamster said, pointing to several corpses around him.

"No." Romon shook his head: "I don't use a pencil this time."

Romon left the Shadow of the Past Bar.

Walk quietly and chicly.

If there were not three dead bodies impaled with pencils, the other drinkers in the bar would only think that he was a polite guest.

But now.

Everyone has only one impression of him - the devil.

"He reminds me of that Johnny Silverhand."

"The same Asians, the same strength, and the same incompatibility with the Gravel Gang."

The hamster got up from the ground and sat back at the bar. He tried to put on a calm appearance as much as possible, but the trembling hands on the bar betrayed him.

After all, he is just a young man in prison who aspires to the underworld. Although he has witnessed several shooting cases with his own eyes, but at such a close distance, watching three gangsters being stabbed to death with a pencil, his young heart is still affected. Quite a shock.

"Hamster, you should understand that it's time for you to leave San Francisco, and the Gravel Gang will not let you go."

The bartender pushed over a glass of cold beer to the hamster: "This glass of wine is my farewell wine for you. After you drink it, hurry up and leave."

"Go? Where am I going?"

The hamster blew away the froth in the glass, took two sips of cold beer contentedly, and said seriously: "I want to give it a try, try to hang out with that person."

"Are you crazy? With him? A dead man?"

The bartender pointed in the direction of the door of the bar, and said, "You don't think that he broke into Mengyao nightclub alone to make trouble, and he can come out alive?"

"When he dies, you will be the one who will be unlucky next! Selling old Tarasov's phone number, mentioning little Tarasov's location indiscriminately, any one of these is enough to let you die on the street."

"Okay, for the sake of you coming to my place to drink every day, I'll tell you a few words of truth. As for how many words you can listen to, that's up to you."

"It's superfluous, so I won't talk nonsense with you. I still have to call the police. Think about it yourself."

After chatting for a long time, the bartender remembered to call the police.

It wasn't that the bartender was negligent, nor was he deliberately giving Romon time to escape. The main thing was that he knew very well that even if he called the police, the San Francisco police would not come.

Because the San Francisco police will always follow two principles:

First, do not intervene in gang fights.

Second, don't enter the Tenderloin at night.

Today's matter is fully accounted for at two o'clock, and the police will not come here.

Sure enough, after the bartender dialed 911, the police officer told him directly that the police would return to the scene tomorrow to investigate and asked him to protect the scene.

"What kind of bullshit is protecting the scene? It's nothing more than that you don't even bother to clean up the corpses. Let us help you deal with it."

To complain about the laziness of the San Francisco police, the bartender rolled up his sleeves and beckoned his colleagues to walk towards the corpse.

Looking at the skillful bartender, the hamster seemed to remember something, and suddenly mentioned: "Bartender, remember to leave me the badges of these three people."

"Chest badge? Why do you want this thing?" The bartender pulled off the gravel gang's chest, and threw the silver badge symbolizing the identity of the gravel gang to the hamster.

"It's nothing, it's just that these three bastards killed a dancing girl, and today I happened to see that three of them died, so I brought some gifts for that dancing girl, and the friends I made those few nights were not in vain."

The hamster carefully put away the silver badge thrown by the bartender, then stepped on the bloody footprints left by Romon when he left, and left the Shadow of the Past along the same route as Romon.

The cold night wind brushed against the hamster's round forehead.

Bring a precious coolness to his ignorant brain.

He looked straight ahead and tried his best to look into the distance:

I saw the bright neon lights, and even in the middle of the night, the streets of Tenderloin were still bustling. I saw the luxury cars parked on the street, and I saw the dancers with scantily clad clothes posing in front of the luxury cars.

Likewise, he saw it too.

I saw the homeless men lingering like walking dead in the shadows under the neon lights, and saw their dirty and rotten hands greedily grasping at the dancers, as if by doing so, they could feel the sensuality of those beautiful bodies.

The upper layer attracts the attention of the middle layer, the middle layer attracts the attention of the bottom layer, and the bottom layer attracts the attention of the stinky ditch below.

Human society has been like this since ancient times, with distinct levels and distinct identities.

People and animals at the bottom are not as good as animals, and people at the top are full of stars and moons.

The hamster was born in the shadow of the bottom of Tenderloin, and grew up being spurned and humiliated, so he longed to climb up, he longed to stand on a high place.

He craves wealth, he craves money, he craves women, he craves everything.

The hamster's eyes were bloodshot, and he longed to see far away.

Gradually, the people on the street, the cars on the street, and all the objects on the street began to blur and disintegrate, and finally dissipated into specks of light.

And at the end of those light spots, there is a person.

A tall and determined man in a black suit.

Chapter 029 Blood, Fire, Madness, and Hunting

Luo Meng pushed open the door of Mengyao Nightclub.

Walk into this blissful world constructed by light, sound and chemistry.

The dazzling colorful spotlights flashed at high frequency.

The explosive psychedelic rock is deafening.

Pair that with chemical hallucinogens that linger in the air.

The young men and women dancing their limbs wantonly here can no longer be called human beings, they are just pieces of flesh driven by chaotic hormones.

"Entrance fee is $29, cash or credit card?"

The conductor with thick dark circles just raised his eyelids and glanced at Romon, then lowered his head weakly, and stretched out a thin arm full of pinholes out of the window.

With such an irresponsible attitude, not to mention the blood on Romon's body, he didn't even see clearly whether Romon was a man or a woman.

"Cash or credit card? Huh? People?"

After hearing nothing for a long time, the overdose conductor looked up again, only to find that there was no one in the corridor.

"FUCK! Another fare-evading bastard, count him lucky bastard."

The conductor yawned, and lay back on the table again in a daze. At this moment, the security guard who went to the bathroom came back. He looked at the conductor who had fallen asleep, and said displeasedly:

"You kid, you want to die, let you look at the door, just close your eyes and look at it!"

"Dude, what's the door? We are the gravel gang. Does anyone in San Francisco dare to make trouble for us? And even if someone makes trouble, who is going to make trouble through the right door?"

The security guard was stunned by the conductor's brother, and could only raise his middle finger in disdain: "FUCK YOU!"

"FUCK ME? Okay, come on, I've actually liked you for a long time."

"Depend on!"

Just when the security guard at the door was being overwhelmed by the conductor, Romon, who entered the nightclub safely, began to search Witt's whereabouts in a carpet style.

Uh... well.

In fact, it is the feeling of performing a carpet search (after all, his 20-meter-radius virtual camera has helped him determine Witt's position a long time ago).

Romon walked briskly in the nightclub, the bright and dark lights made his figure appear and disappear from time to time, like a vengeful evil spirit returning from hell.

Finally, when he was walking through a toilet dedicated to VIP members, he saw an acquaintance.

oak barrel.

One of Witt's henchmen was at the scene when he invaded Romon's house tonight. The blow wound on Romon's arm was caused by this bastard with a baseball bat.

At this moment, he was concentrating on trimming the beard on his face. While trimming, he muttered: "Little girl, you like to flirt with me, don't you? Wait until I let you know whether my flirting is fun or not."

"Fuck, what's the matter with this light, why did it suddenly go dark?"

Feeling that the reflection in the mirror was a bit black, Oak Barrel thought that the overhead light was broken, but he raised his eyebrows and looked:

Where is the light that is broken, it is the tall figure that appeared behind him, blocking his lighting.

"Are you bastard alive!?"

Looking in the mirror, Romon's cold face seemed to return from hell, the oak barrel licked his lips, and the razor in his hand was tightly turned around to launch a surprise attack.

As a result, Luo Meng moved faster, directly pressing his head with force, and pushed the boy into the sink, and then turned the water to the maximum.

"Ugh! Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Feeling suffocated, the oak barrel began to struggle frantically. He waved the razor in his hand and wanted to attack Romon behind him, but in the end, Romon grabbed his wrist and forcibly grabbed his hand and hit him on his neck. one knife.

This carotid artery rupture and drowning suffocation, the oak barrel completely lost the possibility of survival, after a few symbolic struggles, it stopped moving.

Looking at the completely dead oak barrel, the expression on Romon's face was neither happy nor sad. He just inserted his thumb into the wound on the barrel's neck, and after it was stained with blood, he wrote on the mirror in the bathroom:

--I am coming!

*

"Master, dead! The oak barrel is dead!"

The underground part of Mengyao Nightclub is an indoor swimming pool space. Swimming competitions have never been held here, but swimsuit parties are held every day.

Among them, Witt, the young gangster, is a loyal player of this swimsuit party. His favorite way to play is to soak in the water, drink beer, smoke hookah, and play with girls.

Today was no exception. After returning from revenge at Romon's house, Witt took a dozen or so girls and had a great time in the jacuzzi pool.