I cut reality into a movie

Originally, as a clue passerby, Anna's only value is to slightly promote the development of the case in the film.

But it's different now, she suddenly recruited such an old dean, after frantically swinging the special punches of the upper class against the little policemen like Romon and Tifa.

She and her father have successfully evolved into villains, which can help the protagonist of the movie 'grow'.

After picking a suitable shooting angle and making sure that there was a time gap between the scene of cracking the mobile phone, Romon leaned on the concrete wall of the parking lot and slowly fell to the ground, as if he was knocked down by the special fist of the upper class. of.

However, the person sat on the ground, but did not lower his head. Romon still held his head high, staring at the mysterious functional phone found in Anna's car, and whispered to Tifa:

"Officer Tifa, do you think you're a good cop?"

"Good cop?"

On the other end of the phone, Tifa snorted softly and said, "A long time ago, I might have met the criteria of a good cop, but after I met some bastard, I completely deviated from the word 'good cop'."

"Hehe, is it true that a bastard who can influence the top ten police officers like Officer Tifa, if I were him, I would be very honored."

Romon also laughed and said, "Since Officer Tifa doesn't think he's a good cop, and I consider myself an asshole, why should we be obedient babies and obey the police chief's orders?"

"From Anna's car, I found a feature phone that can only be used for calls. After cracking it, I found several mysterious calls from this phone."

"Now, the key to solving the suspicion of the captain's death is once again in my hands. Officer Tifa, what do you think we should do next?"

Romon's knowingly asking made Tifa feel better after being spoiled by privileges:

That's right, she is no longer the Tifa who could only fight alone before.

Now she has an accomplice who is lawless and asshole who can accompany her all the time and do what she really wants to do.

"I believe that friends from the Telecommunications Bureau will welcome us to investigate the case."

At the same time when Romon and Tifa kicked the accelerator and rushed towards the telecommunications office, Dan Taylor, who was standing in the police office and staring at the direction of the Toronto Hospital, received a safe call from President White Dwarf:

"Dan, Anna has arrived home safely."

Chairman White Dwarf's voice was a bit tired, but it was more excited by his girlfriend's escape: "Dan, thank you for your timely information. If you hadn't informed me of Anna's arrest in time, I wouldn't have been able to arrest her so quickly." Take it out."

"President, it would be too much to say thank you. Anna is also my friend. She has an accident. I should do my best to help her."

Dan Taylor smiled and took the initiative to end the call: "Okay, President, I believe that your current thoughts are definitely not on chatting with me. I will not disturb your intimate reunion with Anna. See you another day."

"Well, see you another day."

After hanging up the phone, Dan Taylor raised his right index finger and slowly wrote Jackie Chen's name on the French window of the office:

"I must admit that you, a yellow-skinned monkey, have some talents when it comes to investigating cases."

"But, so what?"

"What can you do if you find Anna? In the end, you are just a monkey jumping up and down in an iron cage for people to watch."

"You think you see through the whole world, but you don't know that what you see through is just a small iron cage. People who really live outside the cage will not be bound by the things inside the iron cage."

"In every way, you will not be bound!"

Dan Taylor looked down at the busy traffic on the streets of San Francisco outside the window, like a god sitting in the frosty sky, looking down at the ants in the world.

"Damn it! Is this the power of privilege?"

"In the police system, they can pick people up at will, in the telecommunications system, they can make their information unviewable."

Romon and Tifa rushed all the way to the telecommunications office, and told the staff here the mysterious phone call they got, and wanted them to check the identity of the user.

As a result, the employees of the telecommunications bureau, after typing on the keyboard for a while, regretfully told Romon and Tifa that these numbers are highly confidential numbers and cannot be disclosed to the outside world.

"Madam, we are the police. We are here to investigate the case. If you deliberately do not report the case, you may send yourself in. I hope you can understand the seriousness of the matter."

With his elbow resting on the information desk, Romon threatened.

"Mr. Police Officer, you have your regulations, and we also have our regulations. If you want to inquire about a high-secret number, you need to write a letter from the chief of the San Francisco Police Department and submit a formal application to our department. Check."

The girl from the Telecom Bureau at the inquiry desk repeated the inspection regulations in a calm voice, then waved her hand at Romon and said, "Mr. Police Officer, I have already answered your question. Now you can leave the service window, and don't affect other citizens' procedures." business."

"Telecom company!"

Romon finally asked: "You can't say the user's name. You can always tell me which communication company these numbers come from. I will go directly to the communication company to investigate the case."

"Klein communication."

After driving for another 10 minutes, Romon and Tifa arrived at the Klein Communications Building.

Compared with the telecom bureau, the service attitude here is much better, but the information that can be disclosed is even rarer than that of the telecom bureau.

No matter whether Romon used his identity as a policeman to exert pressure, or he realized it with emotion and moved it with reason, saying that these calls were related to the lives of many people.

This well-dressed lobby manager with a bright smirk replied to Romon with one sentence - customer information, which cannot be disclosed to the outside world.

"Well, apart from the fact that secrecy is a privilege, judging from the current situation, normal case handling procedures are unable to find out anything that is really useful."

Plopping down on the sofa in the business hall, Romon looked at the modern business hall in front of him, and let out a long sigh at Tifa.

"Then what unusual means are you going to use?"

Tifa sat on the sofa next to Romon, picked up the coffee pot on the coffee table, and poured a cup of coffee for himself and Romon.

"It's very simple. Since the communication companies are unwilling to tell us their valuable customer information, then we will take it away with our own hands."

Picking up the coffee on the table and taking a sip, Romon frowned slightly: Damn, the hall is so magnificently decorated, but the coffee on the table is not even as good as instant coffee.

It seems that this communication company has played everything from the gold to the jade.

"Take it yourself?"

Seeing Romon's painful expression, Tifa didn't continue to touch the coffee on the table, and asked directly, "How do you plan to take it?"

"You'll know tonight."

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The Klein Communication Building at night is like a towering tombstone,

Dead and dull.

When Romon and Tifa visited here for the second time, they no longer wore police uniforms, but wore black downhill uniforms.

"How about Officer Tifa, you didn't slack off during the police downhill training, did you?"

"I get A's in the police department no matter what the discipline, and rappelling is no exception."

Tifa straightened his huge backpack, and asked Romon suspiciously: "Romon, you are not a hacker, you can come and go freely even in the heavily guarded Gulf Prison No. [-], how do you get into a The communication building, instead, has to use rapid descent."

Of course, it’s because in Uncle Long’s movies, there is no downhill.

not to mention……

Romon took out the phone from his pocket and showed it to Tifa.

"what is this?"

Looking at the mobile phone screen, there are four security guards carrying AR-15s, patrolling back and forth along the corridor, Tifa asked curiously.

"The monitoring screen on the 16th floor of Klein Building." Luo Meng explained: "This floor is also where the servers of Klein Communications Company are located."

"Does he need four armed security guards to guard the server of a communication company?" Tifa's amber pupils were full of doubts: "This communication company may have a big problem."

"Officer Tifa, in the United States, there are big problems in any big company."

Romon curled his lips and said, "Don't say that they are such a large company that spreads all over the United States. It's just a small St. Anthony's Mental Hospital. Don't they also want to take the prisoners home, so they take the prisoners home?"

"That's true." Tifa's voice was quite helpless, and then changed the subject to: "Then how do we get to the roof?"

"Take the C6 fire exit, and then take the Q1 freight elevator up."

Luo Meng tapped his temple, and said with a confident smile: "During the day today, I watched their surveillance video for seven days, and found this passage full of dead spots for prevention and control."

With a reassuring smile on his face, Romon slid the door and picked the lock all the way, and brought Tifa to the roof of the Klein Communication Building.

"Are you so good at picking locks?"

Looking at the iron gate on the roof that was pierced open by Romon in less than two seconds, Tifa once again sighed with emotion at the wonder of this man.

"You don't have to overwhelm yourself with too many skills."

"Learn a little more, there will always be something useful."

Finding a suitable location and fixing the safety rope, Romon stood on the edge of the roof and waved to Tifa: "How is it, Officer Tifa, how does it feel to stand on this [-]-meter-high building at night?"

"I want to jump down!"

Rows upon rows of street lamps, accompanied by the constant flow of vehicles, formed endless rivers of light.

It seems that as long as one jumps and plunges into it, one can drift down the river of light and drift into the legendary kingdom of light.

Tifa was admiring all this, standing on the edge of the roof, bouncing her feet, her whole body seemed so eager to try: "According to the high ground effect, when people stand on a high place, they will have the feeling of wanting to jump."

"That should be called an illusion."

Romon looked at Tifa who was eager to try, and said happily, "For the high altitude effect, most people's brains will quickly correct it into fear. This is the survival instinct of human beings. Only a very small number of people will really enjoy this kind of effect." impulse."

"So you think I'm a little crazy?"

"No, for Officer Tifa, I prefer to interpret it as courage, the courage to challenge difficulties and dangers."

"Romon, to be honest, if there is a national beauty speaking contest, I especially recommend you to participate."

"Then I'm definitely at the bottom of the grades, because every word I say is out of feeling, and I can't say it to the wrong person."

As Romon said, he took a sharp step forward, and his whole body fell instantly, leaving only a leisurely voice—"Officer Tifa, this is the end of our chat, and it's time to start working."

Pulling on the safety rope, Romon and Tifa quickly descended to the 16th floor where the server was located.

Then he pulled out the glass cutting machine attached to his waist, and started cutting towards the glass curtain wall in front of him.

If God rubs his hands, it must be a divine product.

Looking at the small but extremely powerful photothermal cutting machine in Romon's hand, Tifa really wanted to ask, where did you get this high-tech product that has never appeared on the market.

It's just that the question came to her lips, but she couldn't ask it, because she knew that Romon needed to keep secrets, and asking too much was not a good thing for the two of them.

Forget it.

He's just a big lawless bastard, I know what he does, and I don't want to spend my life with him.

Of course, if he can correct his evil ways, make a promise, and stay by my side obediently, it's not that I can't consider accepting him.

Just when Tifa was entangled in her relationship with Romon, Romon had already completed the cutting work.

Then use a professional suction plate shaped like a large doorknob to suck the cut glass and push it in. A hole that can be drilled by an adult male appears in front of the two of them.

"Come on, Officer Tifa, let's go in."

Romon got into the hole first, and Tifa, who followed behind, complained helplessly: "What is the police officer Tifa, I think my current appearance is more suitable for the title Tifa Bandit."

"Then please trouble Ms. Tifa the Phantom Thief, help me find the server's access port, and I'll get the monitoring in the computer room."

OK.

After making an OK gesture with their thumb and index finger, Romon and Tifa went into their work respectively.

The computer room of the server is not quiet. The noise generated by countless cooling fans rotating together can not only cover the footsteps in the computer room, but even sing "Qinghai-Tibet Plateau" in the computer room. The four security guards patrolling outside are not sure. Can hear movement in the computer room.

"It seems that tonight is another night that is so boring that people doze off."

"That's right, it's just the four of us every day, wandering back and forth in this broken corridor, and we're almost fading out, can we really come here with some small thieves who don't open their eyes, let us move our shins, we are so idle every day, It's really boring."

"That's right, it's too boring."

The two idle security guards were leaning against the vent at the end of the corridor and smoking. As long as they poked their heads out of the window a little bit, they would be able to fulfill their long-cherished wish tonight: to see the downhill rope left by Romon and Tifa outside. .

But it's a pity that these two security guards prefer to focus on Tik Tok's beautiful anchors instead of poking their heads out of the window.

While the two security guards were gulping at the hot dancing girls, Romon in the computer room had already inquired about the users behind those mysterious numbers through the internal server of the Klein Communication Building.

"Hehe, it seems that at some point, technology is more useful than power."

Recalling the various privileges he had suffered today, Romon raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a sarcastic smile.

Smiling, Romon quickly browsed the user list, and soon his eyes were deeply attracted by a person's name—Dan Taylor.

Looking at the name of this old acquaintance, Luo Meng was delighted: "Oh, the Azu I've been thinking about day and night, it's really this brother Taylor who wants to perform with love.

"Tifa, I saw someone I know, from our police station."

"Who?"

"Dan Taylor."

"It turned out to be him!?"