I cut reality into a movie

They were towered over the border wall, firmly isolated on the Mexican border.

Just when their family was in despair, a man who claimed to be a Hollywood scout took a fancy to the four sisters and promised them that as long as they follow him into the United States, go to Hollywood studios to perform a few scenes, and get famous, Then you can bring your parents and brothers to live in the United States in a beautiful way.

The four sisters, who had nowhere to go, believed the man's words. Even though the man's strong body was not like the scout they imagined, they still decided to gamble their fate.

They came, and when they got out of the car and looked at the majestic and luxurious manor in front of them, they felt that they had made the right bet - being able to use such a beautiful manor for filming would definitely give the actors a lot of money.

"Mary, don't be dazed, take your sisters and follow me inside."

The captain's greeting interrupted the dazed girl Mary. She waved to the younger sisters and took the lead to follow the captain's pace.

Through the long corridor of the club full of famous paintings, Mary came to the spacious hall of the club.

It was a little strange that she didn't see any photographic equipment in this spacious hall, and there were only all white men here.

And when these white men saw the arrival of the four sisters, their eyes lit up, and they began to whisper some English that Mary couldn't understand at all.

"Oh, GOD, it turned out to be quadruplet sisters! President, where did you get such a good thing?"

"Fuck! Quadruplets! Looks like tonight is destined to be an unforgettable night!"

"Okay, okay, you guys restrain the excited expressions on your faces, don't be scared by these lovely new ladies."

With warnings on his lips and complacency on his face, the president of the club is just enjoying the flattery of the members.

On the other hand, the four Mary sisters did not pay much attention to the eyes of these white men looking at themselves. They were poor since they were young. After entering the hall, their attention was all attracted by the crystal chandelier in the center of the hall.

Looking at the dreamy light reflected by the crystal chandelier, Mary's eyes were fascinated:

Is this America?Sure enough, it looks like the heaven in the Bible story. Everything here is so beautiful, even if it is just a lamp, it is as gorgeous and gorgeous as a holy vessel.

Mary felt emotional in her heart, and suddenly felt her eyes darken.

A man in a delicate suit with a warm smile on his face stood in front of her.

Mary stared blankly at him, looked at the man's hand, gently brushing her cheek, and listened to the man whispering in English that she didn't understand:

"What a lovely aborigine's face, what a delicate brown skin, it is as eye-catching as a colored crystal, and one can't help but want to smash it hard!"

Dan Taylor said, suddenly clenched his right fist, and hit Mary hard on the bridge of the nose.

Caught off guard, the unprepared Mary rolled back on the ground. Her beautiful dark brown pupils saw the luxurious crystal chandelier again.

Only this time, she saw blood on the luxurious crystal decoration of the chandelier.

Drops of blood.

Of their brown skinned, Native American blood.

Snapped!

The raised right fist slammed into Mary's delicate face again. Dan Taylor just straddled Mary's body and began to vent his punches.

At this moment, the American-style smirk on his face was gone, only a crazy and bloodthirsty grin, expressing the twisted pleasure in his heart.

"Beautiful! It's so beautiful! The faces of you colored women are only beautiful if you have blood smeared on them!"

Dan Taylor roared like a bloodthirsty African hyena, licking the blood from Mary's face, and tearing Mary's clothes to pieces while licking.

For a while, the helpless cries of the aborigine girls and the crazy screams of the white aristocrats in the United States became the main theme of this luxurious manor.

For more than 200 years, the main theme has continued to this day.

Time, a minute and a second passed.

Under the hellish torture, the cries of the four refugee girls became weaker and weaker, until finally, they were completely depressed.

"Oh, this one seems to be dead."

Dan Taylor looked at Mary who was motionless under him, just smiled a little surprised, then took out a cigarette as if nothing had happened, and smoked after the event.

And beside him, there are other members of the White Dwarf Club. They looked at the dead Mary, and they didn't take it seriously. They just laughed at Dan Taylor and said:

"It seems that our Dan has been under a lot of pressure recently, and all the toys are broken."

"How about it, Dan, have you finished playing today? If you don't enjoy it, I'm still alive."

"How about this? I think the remaining three should be dealt with by Dan. Anyway, if one dies, the other three cannot be released."

There were bursts of laughter, but cold and piercing.

Not taking the lives of these refugee girls seriously at all, the White Dwarf members present have already started discussing whether they can have quintuplets for the next gathering.

Anyway, there are millions of refugees gathered on the US-Mexico border, and there are too many interesting 'treasures' waiting for them to discover.

The sun, once again rises from the end of the Pacific Ocean.

Its brilliant light dispels... no, it covers up all the crimes in San Francisco last night.

Under the sunshine, the centuries-old William Manor shines brightly.

It is still so luxurious, it is still so graceful, except for the handful of new soil turned up last night in its back garden, there is not a single trace of sin here.

"Let's go, your Sheriff Taylor, go to fight crime!"

Shaking his hands and saying goodbye, Dan Taylor left the White Dwarf Club contentedly, drove his million-dollar Lamborghini supercar, and headed for the San Francisco Police Department headquarters.

Almost like Dan Taylor, Romon also arrived at the San Francisco Police Department early in the morning, preparing to accept today's entry assessment.

Today's highlight is the vehicle road test. After all, the United States is known as a country on wheels. In this country, the police are not only required to be able to drive, but also to be able to drag racing.

As a policeman, you have to catch up with those desperadoes who turn their cars into flying machines.

However, before entering the official road test, a psychological test, a lie test, and a background check of the candidates must be conducted today.

To assess the mental state of these police candidates to determine whether they can serve as a police officer.

"Mr. Chen, I heard that your body side score yesterday was quite impressive. Not only did you pass the assessment, you even broke the historical record of the three-shot test."

As soon as Luo Meng walked into the examination room, he heard the hearty laughter of Police Officer HR Hoffman.

"Examiner Hoffman, you praised me so much, I just got lucky and performed well."

Romon smiled modestly, perfectly acting what a Chinese should look like. Sure enough, seeing his modest smile, Hoffman shook his head and said:

"Mr. Chen, I really don't understand the modesty of you Chinese Americans. You can be more proud. If I broke the record of the three-shot test, I would have invited my colleagues from the police station to dinner and shared this honor with them. and happy."

"Examiner Hoffman is right." Romon joked, "As long as you let me pass today's psychological test, I will definitely treat you to dinner."

"NONONO! I am very serious as an examiner, don't try to corrupt me with delicious food."

Hoffman followed suit with a smile, and then briefly introduced the other examiners to Romon, then asked Romon to unbutton his upper body clothes, and stick the electrodes of the lie detector to Romon's chest.

"Mr. Jackie Chen, what is your gender?"

"male."

"What is your height?"

"185 centimeters."

"The weight is..."

The process of polygraph detection starts with simple and easy-to-answer questions, because this can record the heart rate of the subject when answering the questions normally. If he has extra heart rate fluctuations later, it will prove that he is lying.

"Have you used any psychotropic drugs?"

"No."

"Have you ever broken any laws?"

"No."

"Have you ever been physically violent against any non-criminals?"

"No."

As the youth version of God, Luo Meng not only controlled his heart rate, but also fooled the lie detector. As long as he wanted, he could turn his heart rate fluctuations into Chinese characters.

Finishing the routine lie test in an orderly manner, until the last question, Hoffman suddenly paused, and asked Romon:

"Mr. Chen, can you explain why you used the Mozambique shooting method in yesterday's shooting test? That is not the shooting method that a former policeman should master."

As a responsible examiner, Romon's shooting instructor yesterday still truthfully reported Romon's abnormal performance after finishing the shooting assessment.

Even though the shooting instructor had already convinced himself in his heart, the rigor of a policeman did not allow him to make arbitrary judgments. He wanted professionals from the police station to make the final check.

Facing Hoffman's sudden questioning, instead of being nervous or surprised, Romon breathed a sigh of relief in his heart:

Fuck, I finally asked this stupid question. If you don't ask, I'm afraid that I prepared so many things for nothing yesterday.

Ever since he was discovered by the shooting instructor yesterday about his unique shooting style, Romon realized that this was an opportunity, a chance for him to restore the original work.

In the original movie of "New Police Story", the hero played by Jackie Chan is a senior old policeman. He lost nine of his colleagues in a pursuit operation, and has never recovered from the fall.

The story of the movie unfolds under this premise.

Originally, Romon had given up on restoring the character's background. After all, he couldn't have intentionally killed several of his police colleagues in order to restore the character.

But after being reminded by the shooting instructor yesterday, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and found a new way to restore the character as much as possible:

That's when I let myself be a policeman in Seattle, and a major case-handling accident happened, which made me disheartened, so I came to San Francisco to start again.

As for the Mozambique killing marksmanship, it is specially practiced in order to kill the enemy as soon as possible and protect teammates.

With such a background explanation, although it is impossible to shoot actual shots, it is better to create characters than not, at least you can get points.

Listening to Hoffman's inquiry, Romon's expression gradually dimmed.

Instead of sitting up straight, he leaned against the back of the chair, with a wry smile on his face:

"Examiner Hoffman, can I not answer this question? Because you will know the answer to this question during my background check."

"A painful memory?" Hoffman asked.

"Every time I think about it, it's a nightmare."

Luo Meng began to control his little expression, looking up at the ceiling at a 45° angle, the forced smile on his face, the tears in his eyes seemed to be there, sparkling under the sunlight through the window sills.

Seeing Romon's state, Hoffman couldn't bear to continue asking. He could only turn on the computer to see if there was a reply to the inquiry letter sent to the Seattle Police Department.

Could there be no reply?

Romon wrote the hacking program overnight, just waiting to hijack this email.

Sure enough, as soon as Hoffman opened the mailbox, he saw a reply letter from the 'Seattle Police Department', looking at it, how Romon lost his teammate in an anti-crime operation, and then sadly resigned as a police officer.

Hoffman was silent.

He understood why Romon wanted to practice killing marksmanship, because he wanted to protect his teammates in the future.

"Mr. Chen, no, Officer Chen, I believe you can have a fresh start in San Francisco."

"Thank you."

Romon successfully passed his psychological assessment, and enriched his screen image a bit.

In a good and relaxed state of mind, he ushered in his last test - the road test.

"Hey, examiner Hoffman, are you still in charge of the road test?"

Sitting on the standard police Dodge Charger of the San Francisco Police Department, Romon saw an old acquaintance again.

"how to say"

A wry smile appeared on Hoffman's face: "Originally, I was not responsible for the road test, but the examiner in charge of the road test just got motion sickness, and now he is lying on the ground and can't even get up, so I can only be a guest examiner when I come here .”

"But it seems that my luck is not bad. I met you, Mr. Chen, an old policeman. Otherwise, I am really afraid that I will be like the road test examiner, and I will vomit unconsciously amidst the howling sound of the engine."

"And you have to know that anyone who can be a road test examiner is a ruthless person who has ridden the roller coaster [-] times in a row and has a normal face."

Hoffman shook his head with lingering fear. It seemed that the last candidate was indeed not an ordinary street killer. He could frighten a group of old policemen who made a living by racing cars like this. .

After starting the police car, Romon drove the police Dodge slowly onto the streets of San Francisco.

The road test he has to accept is simple to say, that is, to complete the prescribed route within the specified time. The only test is that the test time is very short, only half of the driving time estimated by the navigation system.

This is impossible without speeding.

So after driving onto the street, Romon kicked the accelerator to the end, and the police Dodge he sat on instantly roared like a lion, and rushed out like an arrow that left the string.

As for the pedestrians on the streets of San Francisco, they have long been accustomed to the howling of police cars, and they don't even bother to look up. They all live their daily lives.

It's fast, but Romon's ride is solid.

Hoffman looked at him, becoming more and more satisfied: "Mr. Chen, after you pass the entrance examination, how about joining the second special operations team of the police station?"

"Second Special Operations Team?" Romon shook his head: "I think as a newcomer, I should go to the grassroots to practice first, such as the North District Bureau. I think it's good."