I cut reality into a movie

His turbid brown eyes sharpened immediately, he opened his palm the size of a volleyball, and tightly grasped the isolation barbed wire in the middle of the corridor, and with all his force, the barbed wire made a squeak and whine.

"Boy, cherish that hand, it will say goodbye to you soon."

The mourners threatened Romon with a severed hand, and faced with this threat, Romon was really distressed——

He was worried about how to act out this unexpected confrontation scene

Take a steady shot, engage in a head-to-head confrontation, and pinch the barbed wire against the mourner, and compare whose hands are stronger, which can give the audience a sense of vent after being aggrieved.

But there is a problem with this filming method, that is, there is too much emotional catharsis in the process of advancing the story, and it is easy to cause the audience's emotions to be insufficient when the movie climaxes.

Changing the filming method, swallowing his anger, and continuing to squeeze emotions, but this is contrary to the image of the invincible protagonist created by Luo Meng, and it will also make the audience skip the scene.

So after much deliberation, Romon decided to use the most panacea method in filming-indecisiveness to add some comedy elements.

So Romon raised his small hand and loudly called out a small report: "Prison guard! Mr. Prison guard! I report that someone intends to break the barbed wire to escape from prison!"

The small report of Romon's sudden appearance, let alone the mourners were dumbfounded, even the prison guards outside the wire corridor who were waiting to watch the show were taken aback. They all looked at Romon, and there was one sentence in their blank eyes:

Brother, you got the painting style wrong!

You, Johnny Silverhand, the man who crippled Jack the Bear on the first day in prison, are you making a small report here?

Although he was shocked to the waist by Romon's coquettish operation, the prison guard still had to do it.

He kept hitting the iron net in the corridor with his baton, and dispersed the prisoners who had gathered in the corridor to watch the show: "Scatter! Scatter! Let me do what I should do!"

Shaking iron nets and harsh noises drove the prisoners in the corridor to scatter. Even the mourners could only stare at Romon for a moment before saying the last cruel sentence:

"Boy, enjoy the sunshine on the playground, this is the last time you bask in the sun."

After speaking, the mourner strode away with his little brother.

As for Romon, he looked behind him and found that Bob, who had been sticking to him, had long since disappeared without a trace:

"Sure enough, my vision is still as good as ever. A scumbag is still an outstanding person. You can tell at a glance."

Romon shook his head and walked towards the playground for the wind.

One step, two steps, three steps, the further Romon walked, the farther he found himself from the other prisoners.

Whether it was the prisoners in front of him or the prisoners behind him, they all began to alienate him deliberately. When Romon walked out of the prison corridor and came to the playground, there was no one within five meters around him.

"Hey, is this mourner so imposing? A small threat makes me lonely?"

Looking around, he found that everyone was avoiding him, and Romon didn't force it. He casually found a bench in the corner and began to close his eyes and rest, waiting for the time to pass.

Swish, Swish...

The sound of the cloth being rubbed, and the Buddha moved Romon's eardrums. He didn't open his eyes, but took a look with the virtual camera: there were three figures with malicious intentions, walking towards him with deliberate footsteps.

Yoho, come to play?

It seems that my elder brother, the mourner, is also a responsible group performer. He not only adds scenes to me, but also mobilizes other group performers to add scenes to me. If there is a chance, I will definitely send him a little red flower, thank him s hard work.

Unable to live up to the gift of Brother Undertaker, Romon filmed the three extras while constructing the next action scene in his mind.

Soon, the three co-actors walked to the bench, looked at the 'sleeping' Romon, didn't talk about martial arts or martial arts, and directly launched a shameless sneak attack↗.

"Die!"

The group performer in the middle took the lead, raised the short dagger in his hand, and stabbed at Romon's eyes.

boom!

There was a blunt sound.

The sharp dagger was nailed into the wooden backrest of the bench close to Romon's ear by a hair's breadth. At this moment, Romon, who tilted his head slightly to avoid the blow, slowly opened his eyes and looked at the assailant assailant. laughed:

"In 10 minutes, if you can still breathe and talk, go and take a message to the mourners."

"Just say: I am more professional than him in the funeral business."

Chapter 011 Filming is never done once, let's do it again!

The three group performers saw the mourner again, and it was already the afternoon's work time.

In the laundry room of Haiwan No. 2 Prison, the steaming mist covered everything here.

In this dense fog where you can't stretch your fingers, you can only vaguely see a light point flickering on and off. It is the cigarette in the mouth of the mourner. He suddenly spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth, hitting one person on the forehead.

"A bunch of trash!"

"Three people beat one person, still holding a weapon, and they lost? It's a shame that you dare to come back to see me!"

The more he talked, the angrier he got, and the more he watched, the angrier the mourner picked up a clothes rail on top of the table and slammed it on the backs of the three of them: "Trash! Trash! What a fucking bunch of trash!" !"

Puff puff.

The dull beating sound echoed in the laundry room, no one dared to step forward to intercede, not even the three people who were lying on the ground and being beaten dared to beg for mercy.

They could only endure it silently, until the mourner finished exhaling and threw out the deformed clothes rail in his hand, the three of them dared to take a few breaths.

"Take it, go back to your room and rest."

He took out three packets of powder from his pocket and threw them to the three people lying on the ground. The mourner took out a cigarette again and put it in his mouth.

"Thank you, brother, for your forgiveness! Thank you, brother, for your forgiveness!"

It's like after three full days of starvation, seeing the vicious dog with meat buns and the powder buns thrown on the ground by the mourners, the three subordinates didn't care about the pain on their bodies, they all rushed forward on their knees, He clutched the plastic bag on the ground tightly in his hand.

"By the way, brother, that kid still has a note for me to pass to you."

After struggling to get up from the ground, a younger brother took out the note in his pocket and handed it to the mourners.

The content on the note is very simple, just one word: [tonight].

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"Here we are, we are here after all, meet tonight, okay, let's meet tonight..."

After several days of fear and fear, Officer Thompson finally waited for the ending he least wanted to see-the emails left by Roger in the private computer where Roger disappeared, and the secret that he was a member of the Gravel Gang was exposed.

Now, the prisoner in possession of his secret wants him to spend $50 to settle the disaster.

Faced with this threat, Thompson's answer is also very simple-load his Glock 17 with bullets.

Thompson was cleaning the barrel of the gun at home, preparing for today's 'dinner'. Similarly, Tifa, who was the initiator of the 'dinner', also cleaned his Glock 26 after the email was sent.

As part of the Glock gun family, compared to the full-size Glock 17, the Glock 26, which is smaller in size, is more popular with female gunmen like Tifa. It can be said that the entire San Francisco Police Department has basically this gun.

But Tifa wiped the Glock 26 today, not the one she filed with the police, but she made it herself with a 3D printer.

The slender fingertips rubbed the notch on the body of the gun, which was the name of 'Susan', rubbing it, the corner of Tifa's soft mouth twitched a bit of self-mockery:

"Perhaps, from beginning to end, I am far from what a good policeman wants. After all, any law-abiding policeman should not use a 3D printer to make guns at home."

"However, it doesn't matter if I can't be a good policeman. At least I can choose to be a qualified avenger."

"Susan, I will settle the crimes Thompson committed against you."

The San Francisco Bay at sunset is stunning.

Under the splashing of the setting sun, the sea surface of the entire bay area will be coated with a layer of orange red, which is like a dream, and it is also like blood churning.

"Whoo~~~"

Leaning on the hood, Tifa silently stared at the bay in front of her, stared at the light above, was swallowed up by the sea water bit by bit, rubbed away, and died.

In the end, the light completely left the city of San Francisco, and from now on, it will be the capital of the night.

Tifa drove a black Chevrolet into San Francisco's most notorious Tenderloin district.

Underground gambling halls, adult theaters, strip clubs, and open-air drug trading plazas are the business cards for attracting customers in this area.

Every citizen of San Francisco will cast aside Tenderloin as a stinky gutter and garbage dump in San Francisco.

But after night falls, how many righteous and awe-inspiring defenders will take off their daytime suits and ties, and plunge into the dirty stinky ditch to swim happily.

Just like the history of this country, the American Republic.

Tifa chose Tenderloin as the cemetery to bury Thompson because of its location advantages:

With gangs everywhere, chaos, more shootings per day than CNN hosts lying, and no cameras on the streets, it's a haven for dirty work.

St. Valentine's Street, though the residents of the Tenderloin prefer to call it Gutter Street.

It is located in the low-lying area of ​​the Tenderloin District, and the sewer system has been in disrepair for a long time. When it rains here, puddles will accumulate for many days. If it catches up with continuous rain, this street will directly turn into a river. All land creatures stay away.

According to the private log in Roger's personal computer, Tifa knew that there was an underground warehouse here, which served as an intermediate node for collecting and distributing prohibited drugs in Roger's clinic.

Only Roger and his subordinates knew about this middle node. Now that this group of people has been wiped out by Romon, this middle node has been abandoned, and it happens to be used as a cemetery to bury Thompson.

The underground warehouse is quite empty, except for a few sets of cabinets standing against the wall, there are only two tables and a few chairs placed side by side in the middle of the warehouse.

Other than that, there is nothing else, so it can be seen that the only function of this place is to distribute prohibited drugs. Once the distribution is completed, the people here will quickly evacuate.

But bureaucracy is everywhere, even if it is such an empty subpackage warehouse, an independent office must be set up at the corner of the warehouse for the boss to use.

Walking into the office, the interior decoration is as simple as the exterior, but Tifa doesn't care about that, all she wants is a light that can shine through, and it's enough to attract Thompson's attention immediately.

The energy-saving lamp on the roof was broken, but fortunately the lamp on the table was still working. Tifa turned on the lamp with her black gloved hand, and the room was lit up, allowing her to see the shoe prints left by her walking on the ground.

However, these shoe prints only have an outline and no specific lines. Because of the lines on the soles, Tifa has burned them in advance, and while burning the lines, they have also slightly changed the outlines of the soles. It can be said that the word "professional" Pulled to the extreme.

With everything ready, Tifa walked back to the side of the warehouse's main entrance.

Today, she was covered in watery black, which just blended into the darkness of the warehouse hall, transformed into a hunter of the night, waiting for Thompson to throw herself into the trap.

Time, a minute and a second passed.

Thompson showed up on Gutter Street just in time, carrying a briefcase full of counterfeit bills.

"Hehe, Ditch Street, this name really suits a ditch mouse like you."

Thompson touched the Glock 17 on his waist, with a confident smile on his face. After all, he is a real San Francisco policeman. In his 7 years of work experience, he has seen and arrested countless criminals. This glorious qualification is enough Give him a mental advantage.

"Boy, from the moment you dare to send me an email to blackmail, your fate is doomed."

In my mind, I was thinking about how to start the scene after I entered the warehouse, how to show the counterfeit banknotes, and how to kill the opponent with a shot while he was checking the money.

Then wait until everything is over, and go to the strip club you often visit to have a good drink.

Thompson planned everything perfectly, right down to the moment he entered the warehouse.

boom!

The sound of the door closing and the gunshot sounded simultaneously.

The projectiles shot out quickly, engulfed in the dirty air of the warehouse, penetrated into Thompson's cranial cavity, pierced and smashed his brain together with his delusions, and then flew out from the other end of the cranial cavity, merging into the wall of the warehouse.

In his delusion, he was checking banknotes, in his delusion he was standing on the second floor, all of these in his delusion did not happen, and he lost consciousness forever without even seeing who the enemy was.

The corpse slid down the steps all the way to the floor of the warehouse. Tifa didn't even look at it, turned off the electric switch of the warehouse, turned and left the underground warehouse.

"Rest in peace Thompson, take your sins with you."

With her back to the warehouse door, Tifa said goodbye softly, and then strode forward, blending into the crazy night of Tenderloin.

Same night, same madness. .

Bay No. 2 Prison has passed the lights-out time. Except for a few solitary lights flickering in the corridor, all the prisoners' cells are pitch black.

Lying on the bed, the mourner was still thinking about the meaning of the note that Romon left him: "The bastard said tonight, what is there tonight? Could it be that he committed suicide tonight for me to see?"

Just as the mourner was lying on the bed and sneering, the electric door of his cell flicked open.

Hearing this sound that was so familiar that he could no longer be familiar with it, the mourner's eyes froze for a moment, and he sat up from the bed.

"Oh shit, that's what it means tonight."

The corners of the mourner's mouth twitched slightly to the sides. He didn't know how Romon opened the cell door, and he didn't bother to find out. He just needed to understand that this was an invitation to a duel from Romon.

The warlike blood boiled in his body. The mourner took the knuckles by the bedside and put them on his hands, then pushed open the cell door and walked out.

His cell was on the second floor, so as soon as he went out, he saw Romon smiling at him while holding a glass of wine in the public corridor downstairs. At Romon's feet, there was also a McDonald kneeling and crawling.

In this situation, the mourner could not allow the mourner to obediently walk from the second floor to the first floor. He directly supported the guardrail with one hand, jumped down from the second floor, and jumped in front of Romon.

Oh, beautiful!I like this way of appearance, it has the style that a boss should have.

Looking at the mourner who jumped down from the second floor, Romon praised in his heart, and felt more and more that the mourner was a competent supporting role.

The supporting role is given to the play, and the protagonist should make the play beautiful.

Facing Undertaker, who was full of fighting spirit, Romon decided to add more fire to him, and it was bound to bring out all the potential of this guy.