I cut reality into a movie

From the moment when the security guard broke through the door and rushed into Boggart's bedroom, a carousel began to play in front of Romon's camera: security guards, servants, housekeepers, doctors, family members, friends, colleagues, police, and finally media reporters.

Waves of people enter the Boggart's bedroom, and waves of people leave the Boggart's bedroom.

Whatever the rest of the world can take away from Bogut's death, the journalists who arrive last are the happiest: their chance to hit the headlines has come.

The next day, Bogut's accidental death became the only news that attracted attention in Sommerla.

This is too topical.

The mayoral election was less than half a month away, but Bogut, who had the highest winning percentage and spent the most money, died of a heart attack.

With such a coincidental time, it is inevitable that people will not think that this death is really a death of illness?

The people who eat melons are suspicious, the news media are suspicious, the public security police are suspicious, and the city hall is also suspicious.

As for Cuellar, the big drug lord, after learning of Bogut's death, Cuellar, who was trimming his beard, almost wiped his own neck.

"Who the hell are you saying is dead?"

Throwing the blood-stained blade in his hand, Cuellar turned around and lifted the little brother who was reporting the situation from the ground without even caring about the wound on his chin.

"Yes yes yes yes, it's Boggart, Mayor Boggart is dead."

The younger brother stammered and answered the question, for fear that if he accidentally made a mistake, he would be thrown from upstairs by his violent boss.

"Who killed him?"

"He died of illness, Boss. Boggart died of a heart attack."

"He's going to be elected in half a month. You told me that he had a heart attack at this stall?"

Crackling, crunching.

Cuellar's broad palm, which was as broad as a bear's paw, crunched the little brother's big arm.

Although cold sweat dripped from the painful forehead, the little brother didn't dare to scream out. He could only endure the pain and explained in a distorted voice:

"Did of illness, Boss, Boggart died of illness."

"Bogut died in his own bedroom, with two bedmates around him to testify, and the autopsy did not reveal any problems."

"Bogut really died of a heart attack!"

Hearing the evidence given by the younger brother, even if Cuellar was unwilling to admit it, he still had to bow his head.

And compared to ordinary people who eat melons, Cuellar can really understand Bogut's sudden death. After all, that bastard likes to take some Indian aphrodisiac medicine when he is free. Sudden death is normal if he eats too much.

"Fuck!"

With a voice comparable to the roar of a wild beast, after uttering an unwilling curse, Cuellar threw his little brother out and smashed it hard on the marble floor tiles in the living room.

"This damn bastard, he spent millions of dollars to bribe my election, and ended up dying inexplicably! I really want to grind him into meat sauce and feed it to pigs!"

Colombia's official currency is the Colombian peso, but Colombia's fragile economy makes its currency have little credibility, especially for a multinational drug lord like Cuellar, who prefers to use US dollars for transactions.

"Stop fucking coughing! I can't die!"

After coming out of the bathroom, he grabbed a stack of dollar bills on the coffee table in the living room. There were almost two or three thousand dollars. Cuellar threw it at the younger brother's face and said, "Go, the doctor called me, I want to talk to him." chat."

The effect of money was immediate. After being smashed in the face by the banknotes, the little brother who was lying on the ground just now got up from the ground alive and well, and then limped out of Cuellar's suite and went to the hall on the first floor of the villa. go.

Puffing on the cigar, he waited in the living room for seven or eight minutes.

Just when Cuellar got tired of waiting and was about to go crazy, the doctor he called finally opened the door and came in.

This is a middle-aged white man who looks like a university professor, with blond hair standing upright and pomade, so shiny that even flies would slippery on his feet.

He wore a pair of narrow and wide gold-rimmed glasses, a light gray solid-color suit, trousers of the same color on his legs, and a pair of soft-soled Dutch calfskin shoes on his feet.

He walks slowly, neither in a hurry nor slow, and Cuellar, who is shirtless, tattooed, and throws his younger brother as a shot put, is completely two extremes.

"Doctor, you are so calm, do you know what happened? Are you not in a hurry?"

When dealing with the younger brother, Cuellar can beat or scold him, and even throw him out when he is anxious.

But for this man from the United States, who invented the powerful horse for the group, made a huge fortune, and at the same time acted as his own military adviser, Cuellar can always talk to him in a soft voice.

That's right, this slow-moving man is Lawrence Manning who defected from a pharmaceutical company and was hunted down by the CIA.

After he fled to Colombia, he has been hiding in Cuellar's group, where he develops new drugs and enjoys a rich and easy life at the same time.

"General, it's nothing more than a dog. It's dead when it dies. If this dog is dead, there are still hundreds of thousands of dogs waiting for you to choose in the whole city of Sommerla?"

Five-star general is Cuellar's code name in the underworld. When Manning usually calls him, he will call him general.

"Doctor, it's so easy for you to say that. Do you know how much that bastard cost me? He kicked his legs and died now, what should I do with my money?"

Cuellar's face was full of impatience: "Okay, even if we don't talk about money, we have no dogs now. Where can we find a new dog in such a short time?"

"Why are you looking for it?"

Manning looked at Cuellar: "General, we can wait for the remaining dogs to win the championship, and then directly bribe the winning dog."

"Bring it off? Is it okay to just buy it off? It won't be like it was three years ago, right?" Cuellar's thoughts are still stuck in the time when he dealt with Agudelo three years ago.

"General, don't worry, the Sommerla of today is not the Sommerla of that year."

"Today, who doesn't know that the position of mayor is just a dog with a collar, and you are the one who actually leads the dog."

Manning knew his importance to Cuellar, but he never showed a little arrogance just because of his importance. Instead, he flattered Cuellar to the fullest.

Because Manning knew very well that the man in front of him was violent, stupid, vain, and quick-tempered. Except for his relatively well-developed limbs, everything else was a problem.

To deal with such a person, you have to follow him, and you can only listen to you if you follow him. The reason why Manning was able to spend three years comfortably under Cuellar's hands is because of this "beast" skill.

Sure enough, after hearing Manning's words that you are the one leading the dog, Cuellar immediately couldn't find it, so he lay down comfortably on the sofa, smoked a cigar and said leisurely:

"Since the doctor has said so, let the group of dogs bite out a dog king by themselves."

Some smoked leisurely, while others wept.

Seeing the news of Boggart's death in the news, Ms. Emma cried out excitedly: "Father, did you see that! That traitor is dead! That traitor Boggart is dead!"

Thinking back to three years ago, this traitor and his father swore an oath according to the Bible, saying that they would wipe out all drug trafficking organizations in Sommera City.

But when he turned around, the traitor was bought by Cuellar and betrayed his father.

What's even more exasperating is that this bastard still has the face to lay flowers at his father's funeral!

Every time she thought of the bastard's contrived expression on the day her father was buried, Ms. Emma wished she could kill the bastard with one shot and be buried with her father.

Today, Ms. Emma's wish finally came true. Although she didn't kill the person herself, at least she knew that the Boggart was poisoned to death.

This is enough, as long as Boggart dies unexpectedly, Emma can comfort her father's spirit in heaven.

"But this kid is too quick to start. How did he manage to kill people yesterday when he said to kill people yesterday? Does the city government have no security?"

After comforting her old father, Emma finally turned her attention back to the assassination itself.

She watched the news about Boggart's unexpected death from illness, and she couldn't figure out how powerful Romon really was.

"It was premeditated."

"It was definitely premeditated."

"If Romon can really kill a mayor so easily, why does he have to run for mayor so much trouble? He can just do the same thing and get rid of Cuellar?"

Mortals will never be able to guess the thoughts of the gods. Emma can only force a logical explanation for Romon's behavior of quickly clearing away the "idlers and others".

They didn't know that when Luo Meng did things, he only paid attention to stories, not logic.

Before the heat of the mayor's death died down, another bombshell was thrown from Romon's side.

——The surveillance video of Sunset Restaurant, under the hands-on operation of Romon, quickly spread to the network of the entire Sommerla region like a virus.

Watching the crazed drug dealers in the surveillance video, the people of Sommerla once again recalled the fear engraved in their bones three years ago.

Chapter 080 I'm here for three things: anti-drug!No drugs!Still fucking anti-drugs!

"see it?"

"Can't you see it? I'm not blind."

"Those bastards are simply beasts! No! They are inferior to beasts! Even beasts can't do one out of four at the same time. How could they manage to make a poor girl... Ah! Shit!"

"Okay, okay, brother, it's useless to scold. The existence of that group of shit has not been a day or two. Three years ago, they even dared to kill the mayor, let alone such a girl from an ordinary family. .”

"Then we don't care? That's an innocent young life! Just ignore it?"

"Otherwise? Didn't you read the information given below the video? Where did this monitoring come from? It was hacked from inside the police station by a hacker. That is to say, the police knew about the situation a long time ago, but they just refused to control it. The police don't care, so what can you do as a little taxi driver?"

On the streets of Sommerla City, two familiar taxi drivers were chatting while maintaining the car.

One of them, a middle-aged man with a bushy beard and deep eye sockets, was the taxi driver Romon met on his first day in Somerra.

The uncle's name is Robert, a rather ordinary name, just like his equally ordinary life.

But in a place like Sommerla, being able to live an ordinary life is already a kind of luck, at least to be able to live in peace and stability, which is better than the waitress who was brutally killed by drug dealers in the video.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! It's a fucking world!"

He whipped the white towel used to clean the car on the car body as if venting. Uncle Robert was in a powerless rage until he was stopped by his friend Jefferson as he kept waving his hand.

"Robert, anger is the original sin, it will only drag you into the boundless abyss."

Seeing Robert falling into useless anger, Jefferson began to persuade: "Robert, all the suffering we are facing now is the Lord's test for us, as long as we bear it while we are alive, we will go to heaven after death , we shall be happy."

"On the contrary, it is those drug dealers. Although they are doing evil and showing off their power, when they die, their souls will go to hell and accept the never-ending fire of karma."

As a region that was colonized by Spain, Colombia has a strong religious atmosphere.

Under the brainwashing of religion, a considerable number of ordinary people in Colombia will understand the real suffering, the rampant drug dealers, and the corruption of the government as God's test.

It's an escape, a compromise, but a useful psychological decompression.

As long as you are an ostrich and don't face the cruelty of reality, you can get peace of mind.

Including Uncle Robert the driver, who has been a religious believer since he was a child, and has been using this set of test theory to soothe his heart for many years.

But today, this set of religious appeasement has failed.

Robert looked at the poor waitress in the video and thought he had to do something, do something now!

He could no longer just wait for the Lord to appear.

After all, the master he believed in was too slow.

"Jefferson, I can't wait for the Lord to judge those bastards. I want to send them to hell with my own hands."

Robert tightly clutched the white towel in his hand, expressed his thoughts firmly in his eyes, and then almost jumped up in fright: "Are you crazy? Robert! Are you going to fight those drug dealers? Then your What about the family and children?"

"No, not desperately, I'm not that crazy yet."

Robert shook his head and said what was in his heart: "I want to do something practical, such as going to the police station to put pressure on the parade, so that those damned policemen can do something practical!"

"Parade is courting death."

As Jefferson said, he took out his mobile phone and showed the news circulating in several groups to his friends: "Dude, did you see that, the drug dealers have made it clear that whoever dares to meddle in this matter, whose head will be holed."

"Unless you, Robert, think your head is bulletproof, don't be a monster in this matter. Those crazy drug dealers can kill even the mayor, so what are you?"

"Think of your children, think of your daughters."

Facing the real threat to his life given by the drug dealer, Robert's slightly ignited resistance was instantly extinguished.

He lowered his hand holding the white towel, and lowered his head. After a few seconds of silence, he finally turned into a long sigh:

"Hey~~~"

The helpless sigh has become the main theme of Sommerla City today.

Indeed, the surveillance video of Sunset Restaurant on the Internet once again aroused the anger of the citizens of Sommerla against drug dealers.

But the anger that has not been condensed is just a mess after all. Just a small threat from the drug dealer turns this anger into fear and helplessness.

"hahahahahahahahaha!"

"Doctor, what your mother said is too right. In the face of threats to life, how can there be any bullshit justice."

"These cowards of Somola are the same as three years ago. Facing my butcher knife of Cuellar, they can only kneel on the ground and cry!"

Standing on the roof of the main building of the mayor's mansion, Cuellar laughed wildly as he watched the normal reaction in the streets of Sommera with a telescope.

Today, as Boggart's friend, he came to the mayor's mansion to see Boggart off.

As a result, on his way here by car, the surveillance video of Sunset Restaurant began to spread wildly on the Internet. Faced with this sudden accident, Cuellar was a little worried for a moment.