I cut reality into a movie

As the saying goes, when enemies meet, they are particularly jealous.

Sekot glared at Tifa angrily, then led the team towards the dock operation area.

Chapter 039 The sound of the propeller starting is loud, bear with it

The entire operation area of ​​Pier 61 was eerily quiet.

Secourt led the police team and walked through the labyrinthine container aisle, feeling a chill down his back more and more.

No, nothing really happened!

God help me, don't make me look bad in front of that bitch!

According to Murphy's Law, when a person does not want a bad thing to happen, that bad thing will happen with a high probability.

Not long after Sekot and his party left, a faint smell of blood rushed into their nostrils.

At this time, there was no need for extra orders, and the desperate San Francisco police officers immediately held their guns on guard. They slowed down, followed the smell of blood, and pushed forward little by little to the corpses of members of the Gravel Gang.

He suffered two gunshot wounds to the torso and one to the head.

Standard Mozambican shooting method.

It is also John Wick's favorite method of shooting.

Looking at the gun holes on the body, all the police officers at the scene understood that their target was coming, and entered the operation area of ​​Pier 61 without the knowledge of all the police officers.

"Can any of you explain how these two people turned into corpses?"

Sekot's questioning eyes swept across every police officer present.

But being looked at by the officer with such a reproachful look, all the grassroots police officers bowed their heads obediently, except Tifa.

Miss Tifa, not only didn't fear Secott's questioning gaze, but even cast a provocative gaze, the meaning is obvious:

See, I said it earlier, your encirclement is a joke, only to be easily breached by John Wick.

"Genfort! What does that look on your face mean? Are you cheering on that damned murderer?"

The pattern of a person is doomed to a person's upper limit.

Under the eyes of everyone, while everyone is waiting for him, the commander, to come up with the next plan, Sekot is still struggling with Tifa's contempt, so he can only say that this person's upper limit is up to this point up.

"Sir, the expression on my face is not rejoicing, but sad. I feel sad for these gangsters. They obviously believe that you will protect them, but in the end, you don't even know when they died."

As a cowboy girl, Tifa always adheres to the concept of revenge and revenge. As long as Sekot provokes her, she will fight back vigorously no matter what.

Don't say anything to her, you should consider the surrounding environment more, endure your anger, and focus on the overall situation. For this kind of moral performance artist, Tifa will give a unified answer:

Fuck off!

Let me think more about the surrounding environment, so why don't the people who attack me think more about the surrounding environment.

"Old Testament Deuteronomy" clearly records: An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a hand for a hand, and a foot for a foot.

"you!"

Tifa's resolute counterattack caused Sekot to suffer again. He panted heavily, looked at Tifa and gritted his teeth and said, "As a policeman, if you say such a thing, you Don't you feel ashamed, Constable Genfort?"

"Of course it's shameful. As a police officer, I'm ashamed to be a San Francisco citizen, spending the tax money of a San Francisco citizen, but serving as a bodyguard for a gang boss."

As an accomplice, Tifa really wanted to keep arguing with Secott and buy Romon more time to evacuate.

It's a pity that Seikot didn't give her this chance. Secote, who is still reasonable, knew that if he continued to quarrel with Tifa, he would only become a clown in the police station.

After all, most people in the police station complained about serving as bodyguards for gangsters, and he couldn't take it for granted.

Clenching his fists tightly and taking two deep breaths, Sekot turned around with a sullen face, picked up the police walkie-talkie on his chest, and ordered to the command vehicle:

"John Wick has entered Pier 61 and is now on Plan D. Repeat, John Wick has entered Pier 61 and is now on Plan D."

The solution is not necessarily useful, but it should be there.

With the help of his secretary, Secourt formulated a total of seven arrest plans for all possible situations, among which plan D is the arrest plan for Romon after sneaking in secretly.

Let's not mention how to implement plan D without other police officers, just talk about Secourt's side.

Originally, as the commander-in-chief of the police force, he didn't need to leave the command vehicle to enter the front line of the battle, but the heat of his mind just now made him misjudge the situation.

Now that he was standing on the front line of the battle, the situation could no longer allow him to retreat to the command vehicle in a desperate manner, so he could only grit his teeth and continue walking.

The containers at Pier 61 are stacked densely and high. Even at noon, when walking in the narrow passage between the containers, one can still feel the dark atmosphere, as if at any time, a bird can rush out of that dark corner. Like a ghost.

Of course, there are no ghosts in the real world.

However, as the pre-state of Li Gui, the corpses are all over the entire container operation area.

The closer the office building is to the business area, the more corpses there are, and Sekot's heart becomes colder and colder:

monster!This John Wick is a damned monster!How did he sneak into Pier 61 without a sound, and then kill so many gangsters without a sound!

There are obviously so many policemen surrounding the business area, how come no one found him!Could it be that he turned into a ghost and started the killing?

Secourt kept cursing Romon in his heart, and at the same time kept walking, and entered the dock office building.

The situation inside the building was even worse than outside.

The corpses of gangsters lay all over the office building, and Sekot led the team towards the old Tarasov's office little by little.

Finally, they pushed open the office door covered with expensive crocodile skin, and saw the old Tarasov who had returned to hell.

"Damn it! This bastard killer won't even spare the unarmed female secretary!"

Looking at the body of the female secretary at Tarasov's feet, without thinking about it, Sekot blamed Romon for the death of the female secretary.

"Sir, the muzzle on this female secretary's body is obviously a wound caused by a large-scale hunting bullet. Except for the hunting rifle, the only thing that can shoot this kind of bullet is this kind of Magnum revolver."

Tifa picked up the Magnum revolver in the desk drawer with his black gloved hand: "Obviously, the owner of this revolver is Mr. Tarasov, so it is better to shoot this innocent woman." The person who is the secretary is most likely to be Mr. Tarasov."

"What's more, the female secretary's clothes are quite disheveled, and her lower body doesn't even have any clothes. It is obvious that she has just had a mating activity. As long as we extract the reproductive fluid DNA left on the female secretary's body, we can also determine who the murderer is. who."

Tifa provided professional criminal police advice, and her face turned pale when she directly angered Sekot.

However, just when he was about to taunt Tifa, saying that she was too much of a killer, there was the sound of a helicopter starting up on the roof of the office building.

Chapter 040 A Burned Photo

"It's John Wick!"

"That bastard is going to escape by helicopter, everyone follow me to stop him!"

The roaring vortex sound of the helicopter reached Secott's ears, as sweet as the gospel of God.

This kid didn't have time to vent his anger on Tifa, so he rushed towards the top floor with the Glock 17 in his hand, his desire for victory and fame even overwhelmed his fear of Romon's powerful combat power.

chug chug!

The blades of the helicopter turned faster and faster, and the hamster sat in the vibrating cabin, his face turned pale uncontrollably.

"Mr. Wick, I made you laugh. This is my first time riding a private helicopter. I didn't expect this thing to shake so badly."

"It's okay, I didn't expect the plane to shake so much."

Looking at the various instrument panels all over the cockpit, Romon quickly matched them one by one with the aircraft piloting skills he had just learned in his mind.

"Mr. Wick, you really know how to joke." The hamster was still laughing silly: "You know how to fly a helicopter, how could you not know that the helicopter shakes so badly?"

"Knowing how to fly a plane does not mean that I have ever driven a real one. Today is also my first time flying a helicopter."

Romon pressed various buttons on the dashboard methodically, chatting with the hamster a little bit.

"What did you say? It's your first time too?"

The hamster was dumbfounded.

That's right, today's hamsters have indeed been dumbfounded many times, but those dumbfounded before are at most an adjective, but now the dumbfounded hamster is a noun.

His small pair of peas eyes really froze at this moment.

"Mr. Wick, you must be joking, right? How could it be your first time to take a helicopter."

"Do I look like a joker?"

Romon raised the joystick, and the helicopter began to leave the ground: "Fasten your seat belt and hold on to the handrails. I'm not sure if this thing shakes when it flies. Be careful not to fall."

Romon's calm instructions, not only did not bring a sense of security to the hamster, but instead made his already pale face even paler. He looked at the tarmac that was getting farther and farther outside the cabin, and could only swallow stiffly. , begins the Almighty Prayer:

"Supreme, great, noble Lord, please do bless me to land alive..."

God may be on vacation today. The hamster prayed devoutly, but instead of stabilizing the plane, he summoned the San Francisco police.

The roof door leading to the tarmac was kicked open, and Secott rushed out with a group of police officers: "San Francisco Police Department is handling the case, please stop the plane immediately to cooperate with the investigation!"

From a practical point of view, the noise of the helicopter flight is very loud. Romon and the hamster can chat because they are wearing the communication headsets equipped with the plane.

Now Sekot wants to call Romon to stop with his meaty voice, but he can only say that he is thinking too much.

Romon concentrated on operating the plane, and didn't even notice Sekot's arrival. It was the sudden red reminder from the system that made him realize that he was surrounded.

"Stop the plane and accept the investigation, or we will shoot!"

Secourt was still shouting. After all, he was wearing a law enforcement recorder. He still had to pay attention to the law enforcement regulations. Otherwise, according to his thinking, he would have wished to empty the magazine at Romon.

"Yo, the San Francisco police finally arrived."

"At first, I thought they would be absent from this big scene, but I didn't expect them to arrive at the last time. Since they are here, don't waste it, just accompany me to stage the final scene of escape from birth."

Through the peripheral light refracted by the cab glass, Romon saw the police on the tarmac with their guns ready to shoot.

So, he issued an order in his heart——

[In my name, all damages suffered by this helicopter will stay on the surface and will not affect the normal flight of the helicopter]

Follow the law.

A motto of Romon is like adding 100 mm thick reactive armor from top to bottom to this civilian helicopter. Not to mention the small pistols in the hands of the police, even if someone is carrying an RPG to shoot at the scene, they will not give it to them. The helicopter does no damage.

Lowering the window of the driver's cab, Romon stretched out his hand out of the window, and made an international friendly gesture to Sekot who kept shouting.

"Shoot! Shoot me!"

Seeing Romon's friendly gesture, Secourt couldn't hold back his anger completely. He raised his Glock 17 pistol, pointed at the helicopter and began to empty the magazine.

Dingling clang, clang clang.

The guns fired by the police only left a series of crisp sounds and bursting sparks on the surface of the helicopter.

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Just like a scene in a movie, no matter how the villains on the tarmac pour their firepower, the helicopter driven by the protagonist can take off safely.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"

Seeing Romon flying farther and farther in the helicopter, Secourt, who stayed on the tarmac, could only swear to relieve the anger in his heart.

"This bastard! Don't let me catch him, or I will crush his bones inch by inch!"

Some people can still hold anger in their hearts, while some people don't even dare to be angry anymore.

The news that Pier 61 fell and his father was killed quickly reached the ears of Tarasov Jr.

This once glorious gang leader, after the gang was gradually destroyed by Romon, he seemed to have entered the terminal stage of cancer, and he was emaciated.

With an unshaven beard, thick black eye circles, and hair that has not been washed for many days, it has formed stiff curls. Little Tarasov is like a tramp, hiding in an abandoned factory on the outskirts of San Francisco.

At this moment, he listened to the gangster's retelling of the tragic situation at Pier 61, and he didn't have any urge to avenge his father. He just wrapped himself in a thick quilt and kept shaking on the folding bed.

"It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over! After my father dies, I'll be next! I'll be next! I'm over! I'm going to die!"

"Calm down! Young master, cheer up! You still need to avenge the BOSS!"

Those who can be chosen by the old Tarasov to protect his son are all the most loyal candidates in the gang. Even though the little Tarasov is now a piece of shit, these loyal subordinates are still loyal to him.

"revenge?"

Little Tarasov's bloodshot eyes widened: "Revenge! How did my father die? He died under the protection of the San Francisco police and guarded by more than 100 gang fighters."

"Such comprehensive security failed to protect my father, and now just a dozen of us are still delusional about revenge? If you miss, go yourself, I still want to live."

"Yes, I want to live! My father's greatest wish before he died was for me to live. I can't let him down!"

Making a crazy sound, little Tarasov grabbed the quilt and lay back on the bed, as if in this cold world, only this little quilt could bring him warmth.

Looking at the completely abolished little Tarasov, the loyal gang fighter cursed secretly, but the loyalty brainwashed for many years still made him decide to make one last effort.