I cut reality into a movie

Cursing and swearing non-stop, after a day's rest, the little Tarasov, who was a little more normal, walked up to Gvass and asked the only remaining hacker in the gang:

"How about Kvass, did you find anything? What happened to that damn Janfort? If I remember correctly, the hound must have fallen into the hands of that woman."

"And what about that woman? It seems to have something to do with Johnny Silverhand?"

Calculating carefully, the death of the hound was just a week ago, but the destruction of the Rubble Gang gave little Tarasov a weird feeling of re-investigating old cases by himself.

"I can't find any problems at all. The background of this female police officer is so clean that it's terrible, including the death of the hound. After the idiot of the hound was stopped by the police, he took the initiative to shoot and was shot dead on the spot."

Rubbing his sore eyes, Gevas leaned back on the sofa and said, "Master, I don't think it's necessary to investigate this woman deeply, anyway, if caught, she will be killed, as for who she is related to, does it matter? "

"Indeed, there is no need to delve into the relationship of a dead person."

Little Tarasov nodded, turned his face to the younger brother in charge of monitoring in front of the window and asked, "Hey, is that policewoman still standing guard at the street corner?"

"Back to the young master, I'm still on guard, but the shift should be changing soon."

Downstairs of Little Tarasov's apartment is Tifa's guard point.

Originally, Tifa was a patrolman, and her studio drove to patrol the streets, but because of Romon's escape, all San Francisco patrolmen, including her, began to stand on the street, just to catch Romon who fled.

"Tifa~~~~~~"

After getting off the police car, Louise threw herself into Tifa's arms with a look of despair on her face, hugging her good best friend, and began to fake cry loudly and emotionally.

"Louis, why are you here? Aren't you a monitor? Why are you out on duty?"

"My dear baby Tifa, now there are no internal and external duties, and now all police officers are on the outside."

Louise complained: "I don't know that idiot Secourt, what stimulated him today. He has completely ignored the normal operation of the police station and started to let all the police officers take to the streets to hunt down John Wick."

"Oh God, that bastard is absolutely insane!"

Louise was cursing, Tifa looked at her, and raised the corners of her mouth slightly: "Judging from Secott's experience today, it's normal for him to be a little crazy."

"What happened to him?" Louise's eyes were full of gossip.

"It's nothing, just watched John Wick fly away with his own eyes. He emptied the magazine on the tarmac, but there was nothing he could do."

"Stimulated so much? I can understand why he's going crazy." Louise blinked, "But how did you know Tifa so clearly? I asked many people in the police station today, but they didn't know the inside story. "

"Because I'm by his side."

"Then I bet you didn't stay by his side obediently, but stimulated him."

Louise felt that her mind was clear, and all the problems had been figured out: "I just said that bastard, why did he lose his temper in the bureau and criticize you, Officer Janfort, so he was the one who suffered from you Already."

"Incompetent people are always angry, but capable people will do practical things."

Tifa raised her head, glanced at her apartment from the corner of her eye, turned her face and smiled at Louise, "Louise, enjoy your first field trip, I have to go back and take a rest."

"Go, although I really want you to stay with me for a while, but the tiredness on your face tells me that you need to rest now."

Yeah, I do need a good night's sleep right now.

Because of some bastard, I not only went to the dock in the morning and stood guard on the street in the afternoon, but now in the middle of the night, I have to take a gang of gravel gang killers to hunt by the sea.

Romon's face came to Tifa's mind, recalling that guy's half-smile, Tifa clenched his fists hard, pouting and got into the police car.

He went back to the police station to return the police car, and then clocked off work. Finally, Tifa drove his beloved Chevrolet Suburban into the spacious streets of San Francisco.

Compared with the tracking method of hunting dogs buying Tifa patrol routes, setting up ambushes in advance, and constantly changing cars on the way, the tracking method of the little Tarasov group is at least ten times simpler.

They can no longer be called stalking, it is simply blatant stalking.

Five black Toyota sedans, and Ken, who followed Tifa's car like this, was almost a clear sign to find an appropriate time to launch an attack.

"Just the next intersection! When you stop at the next intersection, tie up this bitch for me!"

Sitting in the co-pilot, Little Tarasov issued an arrest order with red eyes, but just when they thought that the policewoman in front would obediently obey the traffic lights, the parking showed a flaw.

Tifa kicked the accelerator to the end, and the Chevrolet Suburban that sat down roared like a beast, and rushed out at full speed like a hunting lion.

"FUCK! This bastard woman found us! Catch me! Catch her!"

Roaring, Little Tarasov followed Tifa with the gang's five remaining Toyotas.

this moment.

The old streets of San Francisco have been driven by a few people out of the feeling of an F1 track.

The engines of the cars they sit in are roaring, howling, and even howling. They no longer care about the so-called reasonable driving. They just want to squeeze out the last potential of the cars they sit in and let them run at the fastest speed. .

呲~~~

Every corner turned into a drift at full speed, the tires burned green smoke, and the brake pads burst into flames. Under this extreme driving pressure, none of the five cars following Tifa fell behind.

"Ah, the driving skills of this group of people are pretty good. It seems that what old Tarasov left for his son are all elites in the gang."

Through the rearview mirror, Tifa looked at the five cars following closely behind the car, and an excited smile appeared on her beautiful face.

Tifa loves racing.

Ever since she was five years old, when she got on her father's motorcycle for the first time, Tifa fell in love with the feeling of speed.

When she was in her hometown, she especially liked to drive a car on the deserted central prairie, but it was a pity that there were too many cars in the bustling San Francisco.

Not to mention drag racing, even driving a little faster can cause a car accident. Faced with this situation, Tifa can only suppress her urge to drag racing.

Later, when I became a policeman, I was even less able to know the law and break the law.

So apart from being able to occasionally vent her desire for speed in the case of chasing down the drag racing gang, Tifa has not been able to enjoy speed for a long time.

After finally having a 'legitimate' reason to go racing today, Tifa must vent her anger.

The music is turned up to the maximum, and the accelerator is stepped on to the bottom.

The Chevrolet Suburban under Tifa's seat drew a black afterimage on the coastal road in San Francisco Bay.

"Chasing! Chase me after this bitch! Don't let her get away!"

He misunderstood that Tifa was running away with all his strength, and the little Tarasov who was following behind was also constantly giving orders to pursue.

In the end, a group of six cars, after four or ten minutes of driving on the coastal road, gradually approached Romon's ambush point.

Chapter 044 Meet Again, Little Tarasov

At this moment, Romon was standing on a cliff.

The icy night wind blew up the hem of his suit, and the desert technology SRS .338 LM sniper rifle on his back floated a frightening cold light under the scattering of moonlight.

In theory, Romon's virtual camera has a shooting radius of only 20 meters, which is not suitable for shooting long-distance sniper scenes.

But theory belongs to theory, and practice belongs to practice.

Convenient virtual camera, Romon only has a shooting radius of 20 meters, but he can manually pinch a few stealth drones controlled by consciousness to replace the virtual camera for shooting.

Although these drones cannot penetrate walls into the ground like virtual lenses, they are sufficient as shooting props as long as they are operated properly.

At a place five kilometers away from the cliff, Romon captured the drag racing six-vehicle group. Looking at the speed of these people, ghosts and animals, Romon couldn't help but complain: "Did you drive so fast, are you rushing to reincarnate?"

"Wait, they seem to be rushing to reincarnate."

Romon complained, took off the sniper rifle on his back, and started aiming in the direction of the oncoming car.

"I don't know if that boy Romon is ready, but my car is almost out of gas."

Looking at the fuel tank that had bottomed out, Tifa raised her head and looked at the lonely beach in the distance, looking at the jagged rocks on the beach, her eyes froze suddenly, and she saw a vague figure as expected.

"This bastard, every time he appears on the stage, he makes such a show."

"What's even more exasperating is that he's so flamboyant, but he didn't leave any real photos. Is this bastard blessed by God?"

Tifa, who was prepared, noticed the figure on the reef in the distance, but the unprepared little Tarasov and his party were completely unprepared.

Little Tarasov, who had chased Tifa all the way, was still yelling at Tifa's taillights, when he heard a loud crash coming from behind him.

"what happened?"

Little Tarasov, who was sitting in the co-pilot, turned around with his seat straight. Through the rear window, he saw four cars behind him, and only three remained.

"Fuck! What about that car? Where did it go?"

Picking up the car intercom, Little Tarasov roared angrily.

"Master, when we turned the corner just now, that guy seemed to have crashed through the guardrail and drove directly into the sea."

"Oh shit! Did that idiot grow up eating shit? How could he drive into the sea with such a wide road!"

Little Tarasov's head was about to explode. He didn't expect that the elite left by his father was this kind of 'elite' who could drive a car into the sea.

"Uh~~~~ My mother..."

Little Tarasov was cursing, when suddenly there was a crisp sound from the turned on car intercom, which was like the sound of glass breaking.

Then, there was another familiar loud impact sound from behind.

Little Tarasov turned around quickly. This time, he saw clearly. He saw clearly that the car under his hand had crashed into a palm tree on the side of the road.

The thick tree trunk that the two hugged was broken by the high-speed Toyota car.

And the huge impact that can break a palm tree is equivalent to a plastic-filled Toyota sedan: the front half of the car disappears in place, and the rear half of the car is squeezed into a cake.

Obviously, the car is like this, let alone the people inside.

"Fuck!"

Little Tarasov bit his bloody lip and turned around. He had no time to care about those unlucky people who died. Now he had to think clearly about what was the crisp sound on the intercom just now:

Is it a mechanical failure, or——sniping.

Thinking that it might be a sniper, Little Tarasov immediately picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted: "Stop! Everyone stop! There are snipers on the opposite side! Everyone stop!"

Little Tarasov figured it out, but it was too late.

There was another loud roar, announcing that another car had crashed tragically.

As for the two vehicles that stepped on the brakes, including Tarasov Jr., they lost their drivers one after another during the braking process.

Looking at the huge bullet hole left by the .338 Lapu-Magnum bullet on the front windshield, little Tarasov felt his blood was cold.

He didn't die in the car crash, but how long would he live next.

The god of death began to approach step by step.

A dark shadow appeared on the empty coastal road. He was tall and straight, walking steadily, holding a desert technology SRS sniper rifle. Every time he pulled the bolt, he announced the departure of a life.

Kvass was sitting in the back seat of little Tarasov.

This loyal gang fighter didn't run out of the car or yell indiscriminately. He just curled up behind Little Tarasov with all his strength, holding a Glock 17 tightly in his hand.

He was betting that Romon would definitely get close to the car and talk to little Tarasov, and at that time, he would suddenly explode and end Romon's life.

huh~~

huh~~

In the silent carriage, there were only the panting sounds of Kvass and Little Tarasov. As for the members of the Gravel Gang other than them, all of them had been shot dead by Romon.

Death, in the silence, revealed his true face.

When Romon walked about ten meters away from little Tarasov, little Tarasov finally saw the bastard's face clearly again by virtue of the moonlight.

No, not the whole face, but half the face.

"Gvass, run! This bastard has thermal imaging!"

Little Tarasov roared, but it was too late, just like he was always regretting why he provoked Romon in the first place, Little Tarasov's awakening was always one step too late.

The sound of the .338 Lapp-Magnum sniper round was deafening like thunder.

Little Tarasov only felt a burning pain on the right side of his face, and a big hole was made in the backrest of the co-pilot behind him, while Kvass, who was hiding behind his seat, completely lost the left half of his skull.

Warm blood splashed out, scattered on little Tarasov's hair and neck, and then crawled along the back of his clothes to cover his back.

At this moment, he has completely lost his ability to move. He can only watch Romon approaching the car window step by step, slowly take off the thermal imager on his face, and look at him with extremely cold eyes and say:

"Witt, Tarasov, I meet again."

Chapter 045 Whose photo did you use for your deceased wife's photo? (four more)

"Yeah, we meet again."

Once a person accepts death, he loses his fear.