I cut reality into a movie

He is thinking about two things.

The first thing is how to kill Romon.

The second is how to suppress the boiling public grievances.

"Damn it!"

"Fuck!"

"What shit!"

He didn't think of a solution, but Cuellar's scolding never stopped. He scolded Romon, scolded Manning, scolded the troublesome people in Sommerla City, and scolded himself.

He had indeed relied on Manning for so long that when it was his turn to think about problems, he realized that his brain would rust if it was not used for too long.

"Why do you all keep your mother's head down? Pick your own grave?"

His mind was empty, so he vented his grievances on his younger brother, Cuellar asked sullenly: "Think about it, let her mother think about it for me, what about this beast of the Agudelo family, what about these troublemakers? "

Three cobblers may not be able to top Zhuge Liang.

But when a dozen or so drug dealer bosses got together, they could indeed come up with some useful ideas.

After contemplating for a while, a younger brother with treacherous eyebrows replied: "Boss, I have thought of a way to deal with troublesome people."

"Say."

"Let's have a military parade." The younger brother replied: "These tricksters are full of fighting spirit now. They just think that the Cuellar Group is vulnerable. As long as we can make them understand that the price of angering Cuellar is huge, these tricksters The people will naturally retreat."

"Hmm... interesting." Cuellar nodded after listening to the younger brother's answer: "Continue, how to operate?"

"Boss, it's very simple. After driving our armed pickup on the street for a few laps, and letting those unscrupulous people see the heavy machine gun on it, they will calm down and rethink whether they can stop the gun."

"Hahaha, good idea."

Hearing the younger brother's suggestion, the impatient Cuellar immediately ordered: "It's up to you, you drive the pickup truck to the street for me now, and I will let those unruly people know what will happen to them if they dare to disobey me!"

"Yes, brother."

After Mei Zizi took the order, the younger brother who looked like a villain walked away, leaving only the rest of the drug dealer leaders looking at each other in dismay.

Now the relatively simple questions have been answered by people, and the remaining difficult questions still need them to continue to think.

How to kill the mayor.

This problem used to be easy, but after Dr. Manning's failed car accident, it became very troublesome.

The current mayor, for his own safety, didn't even wait for the hospital, and retreated directly into the fortress-like house of Agudelo's house.

It is inconvenient to assassinate the mayor under such circumstances, whether it is soft or hard.

"Um…………"

Silence became the main theme in the office.

Looking at his group of useless subordinates who know nothing but murder and arson, Cuellar also knew that it would be impossible to expect them to come up with a solution, so he deliberately left time for these people to consult Manning, Pretending to walk out of the office:

"I'm going to go to the toilet. When you come back, if you can't think of a way, just jump off the stairs for me one by one!"

He slammed the door of the office heavily, and after Cuellar left, the boys immediately looked at each other, and after confirming each other's thoughts, they asked the brother with the most seniority to call Manning.

Almost five minutes later, Cuellar returned to his office.

He glanced at the relaxed expression on his younger brother's face, and he knew that this group of people had asked Manning, so he didn't waste any time, and said directly: "Okay, let's talk about your thoughts, how do you get the mayor of the turtle?" kill?"

"Boss, we can use the name of surrender to send a gift to that guy Agudello, and then hide the bomb in the gift, and blow it up to that guy Agudello directly!"

Hearing the younger brother's answer, Cuellar smiled knowingly: "Hehe, I didn't expect you to have some brains, okay, this is the way to kill people."

"But who will give this gift, have you discussed it?"

"Sub Facourt."

The younger brother gritted his teeth and said: "That bastard lost our 180 million US dollars. If we don't send him to heaven together, outsiders will think that our Cuellar Group's money is easy to cheat."

Things have progressed to where they are today.

Cuellar has given up trying to keep things low-key.

The only desire in his heart right now is to cut that damned bastard Romon into pieces. As for the attention of the CIA, that will be a little later.

"I remember we had over $1000 million in counterfeit props right?"

The landlord's family also had no surplus food, and Cuellar, who had just lost 180 million US dollars, could no longer give Romon a gift in cash with pride.

Thinking that the money would be bombed anyway, Cuellar decided to use counterfeit notes.

"Boss, there are still 1350 million counterfeit banknotes, will you use all of them this time?" A younger brother in charge of logistics asked while answering.

"Use it all." Cuellar nodded: "At least he is a mayor, so let's send him a more gorgeous farewell."

"Understood, boss."

The communication between Cuellar and the younger brother was completely captured by Romon's invisible drone.

Seeing that Cuellar was planning to blow himself up with a bomb, Romon almost clapped his hands and shouted wonderfully.

He likes this kind of actors who know how to cooperate.

Among so many ways to kill, Cuellar chose to use a bomb to see him off, and he also sent Farcourt as a see-off.

Isn't this just to make it clear that Romon will show the master's ass?

understand the play.

This Cuellar really knows how to play.

Time flies in Romon's praise.

Early the next morning, a black BMW 740li was parked in front of Facourt's house.

It was the one Cuellar had sent to fetch Romon the day he took office.

This is Cuellar's last little easter egg in Romon's life—since there is no way to use this car to pull you to my side, then use this car to send you to heaven.

"Monsieur Cuellar, I did not take the money! I swear!"

Early in the morning, he was blocked at the door of his house by a big bald man with a group of bald boys. Facourt had to urinate clean before going out, otherwise his pants would have been wet by now.

"Go in and talk."

Not talking nonsense with Farcourt, Cuellar directly waved his hand, like carrying a chicken, and carried Farcourt home.

"Kui Kui Kui Kui Kui Kui..."

Farcourt, who was straddling the side of the sofa with his buttocks a little bit, dared not sit properly, like a broken telegraph, kept stuttering in fear, unable to speak a whole sentence at all.

"Shut up and listen to me."

Raising his hand, signaling for Fakao to make a special noise, Cuellar said in a low voice, "You kid should be very clear that you lost my $180 million. Heh, $180 million, this money can buy you on the black market. A few lives, shouldn’t I count them for you?”

"Me, me, me, that, that, that money..." With at least three guns on his head, Facourt wanted to explain, but couldn't say a word.

"You don't need to explain, I don't want to hear your explanation, I just want to see the money, $180 million, $180 million laundered."

Seeing that Cuellar began to fiddle with something in his pocket, Facourt finally said the whole thing:

"Forgive me! Mr. Cuellar! Please bypass me this time, as long as you spare me, I promise to listen to you in the future, and I will definitely find a way to help you earn back the 180 million dollars! No, I will give you Earn 810 million! I just ask you to save my life!"

"Hahaha! $810 million?"

Cuellar laughed out loud, and poked the cigar in his mouth directly on Farcourt's forehead, leaving a circular scald mark on it.

Looking at Facourt, who grinned his teeth and burst into tears from the pain, but dared not speak out, Cuellar stated the purpose of his trip:

"Okay, Facourt, I don't expect you to help me earn the money back. I only want you to complete one thing. As long as you complete this thing, the account of 180 million US dollars will be written off."

"Say, what do you want me to do?"

Hearing that he could survive, Facourt immediately became energetic: "As long as you ask me, no matter what you ask me to do, I will help you do it."

"I want you to be a middleman." Cuellar adjusted his sitting posture and leaned his back completely on the sofa: "There is 1300 million US dollars in the car parked in front of me, you go and give him mayor."

"As long as you can convince the mayor to let him look at the face of the money and stop embarrassing me for the Cuellar Group, the 180 million dollars you owe me will be written off."

As he said that, Cuellar took a fool camera from his younger brother and handed it to Facourt: "I want to see you hand over the money to the mayor with my own eyes."

oh~~~

I understand.

This dead drug dealer gave up after seeing public grievances everywhere.

If there is no such a fool camera, Facourt will still doubt whether Cuellar asked him to give money for other purposes, but after seeing this fool camera that cannot change the film, he feels that Cuellar is really serious. Make peace, otherwise there is no need to leave evidence.

oops~

1300 million US dollars.

That's a lot of money.

If only I could give it to me.

Some people's greed for money is engraved into their genes, just like Facourt, even if his life is in danger, he still loves money and fantasizes that he can get rich overnight.

"Mr. Cuellar, your generosity makes the Lord ashamed."

Thinking about it for a moment, it would be great if he had 1300 million US dollars. Facourt, who came back to his senses, nodded and agreed to Cuellar's request.

"Then I shall await the news of Mr Facourt's victory."

After handing over the keys of the BMW to Facourt, Cuellar patted him on the shoulder, said goodbye to Facourt, and signaled with his eyes that he was ready to go.

"Mr. Cuellar, I will not let you down, I will send the money right away."

Raising a slightly trembling hand, Facourt took the car keys, and then he didn't dare to care about the strangers at home, so he could only obediently walk towards the door under their cold eyes.

Well, there's only one little whore in the family anyway.

Let the drug dealers be happy.

Completely forgetting about his little lover, Facourt opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat when he saw two large suitcases in the rear parking space.

"Good guy, with these two boxes of money, it's a pity that none of the money is mine."

Greedy, and shaking his head with regret, Facourt shifted into gear, kicked the accelerator and drove towards Agudelo's mansion.

Come, come, come, the big show is coming.

Looking at Farcourt driving towards him in the camera, Romon immediately added a pair of mechanical arms to the stealth drone that was following him, flew under Farcourt's driver's seat, and redesigned a directional bomb.

The purpose is that after the bomb explodes, it can blow up the classic scene in the movie where the person and the butt are separated.

As for the murder bomb that Cuellar was preparing to put in the cash box, Romon just dud it, otherwise with the equivalent he prepared, the car would be gone, let alone people.

Once the bomb is done, the next step is the timing of the explosion.

It doesn't need to be too far from Romon's side, it's best when Romon was lying on the roof basking in the sun, the car exploded, and then he quickly went downstairs to meet the 'Master' for the last time.

"Uncle, can you go upstairs alone? Do you want me to help you? How about I carry you up?"

Seeing that her uncle, who had just had a car accident yesterday, was going upstairs to bask in the sun today, Yuffie, as a niece, did not dare to preach, and could only provide help as much as possible.

"I was just in a car accident, not disabled, and... there is an elevator at home." Seeing that Yuffie had squatted on the ground, making a gesture of carrying someone back, Romon slapped his forehead speechlessly.

Accompanied by his cheap niece, sometimes smart and capable, sometimes reckless, Romon came to the roof of the main building of the mansion.

Feeling the soft westerly wind blowing slightly across his face, Romon closed his eyes and made a posture of resting his eyes. In fact, he was looking at the speeding BMW cars on the street through the lens of the drone, silently choosing Explosion timing.

OK, let's take this position.

At a position about ten meters away from the gate of the mansion, Romon silently recited an explosion.

Followed by.

A roar resounded through the sky.

The BMW car driven by Facourt was directly divided into two sections by a well-designed bomb.

Right at the stop of the vehicle, countless green dollar bills flew towards the sky under the transpiration of the air waves. Looking from a distance from the roof, it looked like a green fountain that suddenly appeared.

"Quick! Go out and see!"

Even faster than Yuffie's reaction, Romon jumped up from the reclining chair like a carp, and rushed downstairs under Yuffie's blank eyes:

"...Cousin, did he really have a car accident?"

Completely ignoring how much shock his strong body had brought to his niece, Romon ran and ran all the way, and when he finally arrived in front of the BMW car, he was the first to arrive, faster than the security guards in front of the gate. quick.