I cut reality into a movie

"Anyone hurt?"

Shouting pretendingly, Romon rushed into the wreckage of the car covered by dollar bills, pulled away all the dollar bills near the driver's seat, and saw the dying Facourt below.

"Secretary Facourt? How could it be you? Why are you here?"

"Mayor? Haha, you are really lucky."

By now, after the bomb went off, Facourt had understood his role in Cuellar's plans.

He looked at Romon with a pale face, shook his head and said with a smile:

"Hehe, maybe this is the retribution God gave me."

"I'm not a good chief secretary. I'm sorry to the citizens of Sommera. I was greedy for money. I harmed people. Finally, the retribution came. The bomb suddenly detonated in the car and only killed me."

The more Facourt said, the more tired he felt: "Forget it, I have been greedy for money for a lifetime, and it is worth it to die under the burial of dollar bills in the end."

"But it's counterfeit, Secretary Farcourt."

Romon picked up a piece of money, and showed Facourt the item watermark printed on the lower right corner.

"Hahahahaha! Fake money?"

"I fucking ended up dying in a pile of counterfeit money?"

Facourt laughed wildly with tears in his eyes, and tears mixed with bloodshot eyes slipped from the corners of his eyes.

Gradually, his laughter weakened, he barely opened his eyes, and begged Romon: "Mayor, let me ask you one last thing."

"Please help me take out the wallet in my pants pocket, I want to die looking at the real money in it, I don't want to die looking at these disgusting counterfeit banknotes!"

"Okay, okay, the wallet in the pants pocket, right?"

Romon turned his face sideways and made a gesture to touch Farcourt's lower body.

Then, facing the virtual camera, the expression on his face froze for a moment. At this moment, the camera flipped to point at the streetlight not far away. On the streetlight was Facourt's lower body hung by his belt.

"Secretary Facourt, your ass is hanging from the lamppost."

"Your wallet may not be removed."

Chapter 086 Let the bullets fly for a while

"We have had 51 chief permanent secretaries since Sommerra was established."

"Without exception, these people are all bastards, all beasts, all beasts, and all parasites!"

"Including this Secretary Farcourt, he was once a bastard, a beast, a beast, and a parasite!"

"However, at the last moment of his life, he realized God's will, and he repented. He didn't want to be a bastard, a beast, a beast, or a parasite!"

"He rejected the drug dealer's conspiracy. He didn't give me the drug dealer's cash box with the bomb. He chose to sacrifice himself. He will use his last cry to tell all the people like him in Sommerla."

"Never give up on being a good person, no matter when you decide to be good, you can go to heaven!"

"This is God's last chance for redemption for all bad guys. He hopes that these people like him can make the right choice in time!"

Immediately after Facourt was killed by the bomb, Romon held a press conference at Agudelo's mansion for all citizens.

The secondary purpose of holding this press conference is to wake up the swayers in Sommera City, and use the mouth of their God to persuade them to repent in time, don't get too excited, and follow the drug dealers all the way to the dark.

As for the main purpose of holding this press conference, of course it is to say this long classic line, and it must be said in imitation of Brother Fa.

Now, Romon's main purpose has been accomplished, and he is very satisfied with his speech performance in front of the camera. As for how much the secondary purpose of persuading swingers can be achieved in the end, let the bullets fly for a while.

Coming down from the podium built at zero hour, Romon waved to Yuffie who was waiting at the side.

"Yuffie, you were asked to distribute the guns to anti-drug volunteers, how are you doing?"

"Uncle Huitang, all of them have been sent out."

Yuffie nodded, her eyes were full of a little pride in completing the task, but Aunt Emma, ​​who was standing beside her, looked worried: "Claude, shooting with a gun requires training, let's just send the gun out If not, I’m afraid these guns won’t be of much use.”

"Sister, it's okay. When there are enough people, marksmanship is not so important."

Romon smiled confidently, then looked at Yuffie who also had a question: "Yuffie, what questions do you want to ask?"

"Uncle, I want to ask you, is Facourt really repentant when he detonated the bomb in front of our house?"

"Yuffie, does it matter what a dead body thinks?"

Romon patted Yuffie's shoulder with a smile, and said to his cheap niece with deep meaning: "I think Facourt is repentant, I want him to be repentant, and I said he was repentant, so he will It must be repentance."

"Yuffie, always remember that in many cases, the dead are far more useful than the living."

Just when Romon set an example and taught his niece how to make sex.

In the Villa Cuellar on the other side, as the owner of the villa, Cuellar was watching Romon's speech on TV with a sinking face.

He really didn't expect that such a young mayor, who looked so weak that he could be crushed to death with just a finger, would push him into such a situation.

The repeated setbacks at the hands of Romon not only made Cuellar feel ashamed and frustrated, but also slightly raised his anger threshold by the way.

Otherwise, according to his previous temper, watching Romon talking on TV, he would have pulled out his gun a long time ago, and smashed the TV screen with one shot. How can he be like this now, just talking silently to the TV .

The cigars were smoked one by one.

The gray smoke that wafted from the cigarette butts was so thick that it was almost substantial, and even set off the buzzing of the fire alarm.

Bang bang bang bang!

After six shots in a row, Cuellar grabbed the revolver on the table and knocked out the noisy smoke alarm.

But being able to have such a reason to vent out the anger in his heart finally made Cuellar's suppressed emotions a little more relaxed.

He got up from the sofa, walked to the desk, picked up the internal phone on it, looked at the phone memo on the corner of the desk, and called Manning.

The call was quickly connected, and the two of them did not mention the confinement in a very tacit understanding.

Cuellar asked, "Doctor, what should I do next?"

"Continue to keep armed pickups a deterrent on the streets while paying for guns."

Manning pursed his lips and said fiercely: "Our mayor made today's speech to persuade those who are not determined to surrender voluntarily."

"Similarly, we can also let the citizens of Sommera who received the guns choose between handing over the guns and collecting money or shedding blood. I want to go and see, our citizens of Sommera are the courageous rebels. A little, or a little more courageous to make a fortune."

Objectively speaking, Manning is indeed a difficult opponent.

Even though he was frustrated by Romon one after another, it still didn't affect him to make calm tactical arrangements.

From showing love to Romon, to buying Romon, to arranging a car accident, to a bomb attack, every move Manning made to Romon was the best arrangement after careful consideration.

If an ordinary person was elected as the mayor of Sommerla, Manning's successive killer moves would have killed the new mayor long ago.

It's a pity that he met such a shameless bastard as Romon.

It's useless to engage in corruption, and it's useless to engage in assassination. In the end, he had to fight with Romon to win or lose.

After listening to Manning's tactical arrangement, Cuellar didn't question him. He just nodded and agreed to Manning's tactical plan.

This is the advantage of Cuellar. He is very aware of his shortcomings in strategy, so he never engages in any foolish micromanagement. He believes in Manning and his military adviser. Even if the military adviser misses, it will be him. The best tactics available.

Under Cuellar's phone calls.

With an armed pickup truck loaded with a heavy machine gun clearing the way, followed by an ordinary pickup truck loaded with dollar cash, the Cuellar Group began to collect guns with money.

Bang bang bang!

The large-caliber heavy machine gun installed on the roof of the truck kept throwing ammunition into the sky.

Faced with such a real threat of force, and looking at the same real green dollar bills in front of them, a considerable number of citizens of Sommerla who received guns chose to accept the money and hand over the guns.

"Hmph, brat, you're smart, take the money and go home, don't go out for a few days if you have nothing to do, or be careful of your dog's life."

A young drug dealer with a dagger tattooed on his forehead threw several twenty bills on the ground, then grabbed the M16 in the hands of the citizens, and walked towards the next house with a big smile.

At dusk, when the sun was setting, Romon standing on the rooftop seemed to be covered with a layer of golden halo.

He silently watched the deserted streets of Sommerra until he was interrupted by a door being opened roughly.

"Uncle! Something is wrong! Cuellar sent someone to buy the guns we issued."

Yuffie ran to Romon's side wheezing and panting, and reported the current situation with a blushing face.

"What's wrong with that? Isn't it a good thing?"

Romon turned his head and looked at Yuffie with a smile on his face.

"A good thing?" Yuffie was dumbfounded: "Uncle, the guns we issued were confiscated, and our team has no weapons. Can this be a good thing?"

"No, Yuffie, you made a mistake here. A gun is never a weapon. A gun that can be pulled is a weapon."

Romon pulled out the Glock 17 on his waist and pulled the trigger towards the sky.

After a shot was fired, Romon handed the gun to Yuffie: "Yuffie, this Glock 17 can be sold for up to two or three thousand dollars on the Colombian black market. Now I use two to three hundred dollars, or even What would you think if you bought it for dozens of dollars?"

"Uncle, what do you mean...?"

"The citizens of Sommerla still need the last fire, the last burning anger, to completely detonate their anger, and closing the gun is a good starting point."

Romon looked far away and looked in the direction of the Cuellar Group building: "It should be Dr. Manning, who came up with this beautiful strategy of spending money and collecting guns. He really made perfect use of the weakness of human nature and took advantage of the citizens' weakness. The fear of drug dealers also takes advantage of the citizens' greed for money."

"He made good use of these two points, but it's a pity that he forgot, I'm afraid it will bring anger, and greed is never-ending."

"As long as the people know that the guns in their hands are priceless, and their guns are not bought, but robbed, this greed will be transformed into anger, and the anger mixed with the original fear will be added. , this anger will go straight to Xiaohan."

Listening to Uncle Tang's explanation, Yuffie suddenly realized: "That's why when you fire the gun, you let me fire half and keep the half. I thought the half of the gun was reserved for logistical support, but I didn't expect it to be used for at this time."

"But Tang Shu, how do we let the citizens know that the gun in his hand is priceless..."

As she said that, the corners of Yuffie's mouth suddenly curled up. She patted her forehead, thinking of another layer of Romon's identity: "Hey, I almost forgot that Uncle Tang is a hacker."

A quotation for firearms on the Colombian black market began to spread wildly on the social networks of Somola citizens.

Looking at the above, there are quotations for guns ranging from a few thousand dollars to tens of thousands of dollars, and then look at the few scattered dollar bills in his hand.

Citizens who chose to sell guns regretted it.

Even if these citizens know very well that even if they have a gun in their hands, they cannot sell it at the online price, but this does not affect them to use the online quotation to calculate their own "loss".

"Ah~! This group of drug dealers really deserve to be damned. They actually bought my gun worth thousands of dollars for just a few tens of dollars!"

"This is not buying, this is simply stealing!"

While cursing, the glass of a gun seller's house shattered.

He is very familiar with this voice. The last time the guerrillas came to deliver guns, they smashed the glass of his house. At that time, he was still cursing, but this time, looking at the lost and recovered precious guns, the gun sellers just wanted to giggle.

"I'm back, I'm back again, this time I can't let drug dealers take my gun away again... Wait, no! I already have a gun, why should I be robbed?"

Realizing that the guns in their hands are weapons that can resist drug dealers, the gun sellers gripped their guns even tighter.

Rumble.

The purple thunder streaked across the sky, like a sharp knife, piercing through the clouds full of water vapor.

Bean-sized raindrops poured down, watching the sudden downpour outside the window, Manning sighed softly:

"General, according to the tip, our little mayor has ordered his guerrillas to start firing again."

"Let him post if he wants to."

Cuellar shrugged indifferently: "We will accept as much as he sends, even if that damned hacker is willing to support Agudelo unconditionally and give all the anti-drug donations he stole to our little mayor, and the little mayor How many guns can I get to shoot?"

"And every time we collect a gun from the little mayor, we can sell it on the black market, and we can make a lot of difference inside and outside, so our little mayor is not sending out guns, it is simply giving us another gun. Send money."

The complete victory of the gun closing operation during the day made Cuellar a little flustered.

He smoked his cigar beautifully, as if he could see the ultimate victory beckoning to him through the gray mist.

On the contrary, Manning looked at the growing rainstorm outside the window and felt that the real storm had come.

But he couldn't see what Romon's plan was.

A black market offer for firearms.

A renewed firing action.

Can this change the current situation of the battle?Turn those timid citizens into brave and fearless fighters overnight?

This is impossible. Although those citizens are not very smart, they are not so stupid that they have no brains.

They should be very clear in their hearts that the quotation has no practical significance at all.

The most profitable behavior they can choose now is to sell the gun to Cuellar at a low price. This is safe and can make a small profit for nothing. Why not do it.