I cut reality into a movie

As the deputy chief of the San Francisco Police Department, Secourt has more or less access to things in San Francisco's elite circles.

He knew that the water in Haiwan No. 2 Prison was very deep, that the board of directors behind it was either rich or expensive, and he knew that he, a little deputy director, could not provoke these people, otherwise the end would be miserable.

Uh……

Sekot was silent for a while, and finally heaved a sigh of relief, deciding to leave this matter to his boss to worry about, and he didn't care about it.

As for whether to let Warden Henry take the blame for his death in the end, or do something else, it has nothing to do with him.

Having figured out the countermeasures, Sekot was debt-free and was about to pack up and go home to catch up on sleep, when a small police officer rushed in at the door and shouted:

"Report sir, a large number of media personnel have rushed into the prison and are interviewing prisoners?"

"The media is here? How do they know something happened here?"

Sekot was surprised, then woke up suddenly, and kicked the little policeman in the stomach: "Bastard! Who told you to let the media in? Don't you know that you are handling a case here?"

The little police officer who was kicked to the ground did not speak, but looked at Sekot with aggrieved eyes.

"Oh! Shit!"

Secott cursed secretly, and he knew in his heart who let these people in—the real god of America, the dollar.

He rushed out of the warden's office cursing, thinking about whether he could make amends and drive away the media.

As a result, I looked at the background of these media, BBC, CNN, New York Times, Washington Post, Fox News.

All super big media.

FUCK!This is definitely because someone tipped off the news to these media, otherwise these big media would not have come so quickly.

Sekot's mind was quick, and he immediately understood that there were people manipulating the media behind the scenes. Thinking about the weird riot in Haiwan Prison No. 2 today, he felt that the water here was too deep for him to grasp, and he had better leave it to the director.

Handing over Bay No. 2 Prison to the commander below, Secourt rushed to the San Bay Villa area overnight and met the chief of the San Francisco Police Department.

No one knew what the two police bosses talked about overnight. Anyway, by the next morning, the headlines of the major newspapers were covered by a piece of news:

"Henry Pope, the warden of Gulf No. 2 Prison, secretly colluded with the Mexican drug trafficking organization and used prisoners to conduct immortality potion experiments. After the secret was exposed yesterday, he committed suicide by drinking a bullet"

The major media reports, without exception, all focused on Henry's own "criminal acts" and the Mexican government's inaction on drug trafficking organizations.

As for the specific details of the case, such as how Henry Pope was exposed and what happened to the prison riot, the media did not mention a single word of these detailed cases.

As for Romon's jailbreak, that was directly ignored by the major media.

"You guessed it would happen?"

In an elegantly decorated cafe on Golden Street, Tifa pointed at the news on her mobile phone and raised a beautiful eyebrow at Romon.

"I guessed a few, but I didn't expect that the energy of this group of medical complexes would be so great that the entire media circle could fabricate the truth together."

The person who tipped off the news to the media was Romon. He originally thought that the media and public opinion were more concerned about the medical complex's secret drug experiments than a prison escapee.

As a result, the power of this group of medical complexes was much greater than Romon had expected. They directly took care of the media circle and threw all the scapegoat to Henry and the Mexican drug trafficking organization 'behind' him.

As for the prison riots and Romon's escape from prison, they are all trivial matters, so there is no need to bring them up to interfere with public opinion.

The medical complex just wants to see the people scold Mexico, and then wait for the public opinion to pass, and continue to sing and dance.

"This is America."

When Tifa said this, her voice was a little sad. After all, as a native American girl, she still hoped that the United States would be like the news reports: a beacon of humanity and a beacon of freedom.

Unfortunately, in reality...

Hey ~

Just a long sigh.

"Then I'm here to congratulate you, you are truly free."

Gathering her mood, Tifa smiled and raised her coffee cup to Romon.

"Thank you. I believe that with Miss Jerusalem's blessing, my next life will be illuminated by the glory of God."

There was a crisp bang.

Two coffee cups clink together.

Romon and Tifa took sips of their coffee at the same time.

"That's right, Romon."

As if remembering something, Tifa asked, "I've always wanted to find a chance to ask you, why did you call me Miss Jerusalem?"

Of course it is because of the famous saying: 3D area cannot live without Tifa, just like the west cannot live without Jerusalem.

Romon groaned in his heart, and then began to make up excuses: "It's like this, Officer Tifa. Since I first met you, I feel that I can't live without you in my life, just like the West can't live without Jerusalem."

Teng!

Facing Romon's bold straight-ball confession, Tifa's face was steamed with almost substantial heat, she quickly cupped her cheeks with both hands, and her mind was in chaos:

what happened?what happened?Why did Romon start this shameful confession again!

Isn't it said that Asian men are very reserved?In addition to doing math problems every day, you just take physics and chemistry classes. You are so stupid that you don't know how to make girls happy?

But Romon is not like that at all!

His rhetoric is even more mellow than the nightclub gangster he caught.

Tifa was dazed and started to faint again. Romon looked at Tifa who covered his face and fell silent, thinking that the other party didn't like this nickname, so he quickly explained:

"Officer Tifa, this is just a well-meaning metaphor. If I offend you, I will correct it immediately."

"No! I accept your compliments! No lady hates compliments!"

Not daring to raise her head, Tifa just opened her hands to show that she accepted Romon's compliment.

"As long as you like it."

Romon smiled, and was just about to say something to end the topic, but Tifa interjected first.

"By the way, Romon, I have something to remind you."

Tifa took a few deep breaths, and said calmly, "Romon, although your jailbreak case has been temporarily suspended due to the loss of data at the police station, the Rubble Gang in the dark will not let you go easily. and mine."

"They lost Roger's clinic and an undercover police officer. This is an unbearable loss for the Gravel Gang, which has a big business."

"The most important thing is that these gang organizations must not allow their own people to die in ignorance. They must take revenge, otherwise they will shake the foundation of trust they have gathered together."

Tifa crossed her hands, propped her clean chin, her amber pupils were full of seriousness.

"Gravel Gang? This name sounds familiar... Ah, I remembered! The Undertaker is from the Gravel Gang!"

Luo Meng slapped his thigh, thinking of the group performer in the prison who lost the chain at a critical moment. Originally, he was planning to assign him the role of the final big boss, but the bastard suddenly stretched his legs at the last moment, and he had to re-edit it. In the film, cut out all the scenes about him.

Otherwise, Romon would have been able to upload the filmed "Prison Break" yesterday.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, Luo Meng clapped his hands heavily, and said ruthlessly: "Just wait, sooner or later, I have to go to the Gravel Gang to shoot an episode! I want you to make up for my loss!"

Hearing Romon mutter and start to get angry, Tifa grabbed his hand instantly: "Romon, you said you want to go to the Gravel Gang?"

"I just casually..."

"You must not go, you'd better not even think about it." Tifa grabbed Romon's hand more and more: "I know you are very powerful, your hacking skills, your fighting skills, your shooting ability, all All top-notch.”

"But no matter how strong you are alone, you can't take down a giant gang that has been active from the Prohibition era to today."

"Romon, don't do such a dangerous thing, please, please."

Tifa's voice was full of earnestness and pleading, coupled with the steam in her amber pupils, any normal person would surrender instantly in the face of such an attack.

It's a pity that Romon still needs to work hard for many years away from the standard of a 'normal person', and now he can be regarded as a 'pseudo-normal person' at most.

Facing Tifa's emotional pleading, Romon's first reaction was to take out the virtual camera and shoot in all directions.

At the same time, he sincerely praised in his heart: As expected of Tifa, this face, coupled with this weeping expression, can definitely win an Oscar.

Although I don't know when this Oscar lens will come in handy, but who cares, let's shoot it first and then talk about it. If it doesn't work, I can also conduct shameless trailer fraud.

Just like Conan theatrical version, every time Xiao Ai encounters Gin, he is dreaming.

I don't know when I will be able to show the real—ah~ Shirley!

Just as Romon ignored Tifa's request and made complaints about Tifa, while filming Tifa inhumanely, a deep voice sounded in the confession room of Dolores Church in San Francisco:

"Father, I'm after a voice, the voice of Johnny Silverhand."

Chapter 016 As long as the audience enjoys reading it, the original work is nothing!

"Johnny Silverhand?"

Behind the colorful mosaic glass in the confession room, the elder priest's voice sounded: "It sounds like this name, but it doesn't seem like a real name."

"It's the name of the tribe's natives, and of course it may be a pseudonym."

The deep voice pondered slightly, and added: "What I'm looking for is a man with an Asian face, aged between 20 and 30."

"The mayor of San Francisco probably has thousands of such men."

"There are thousands of such men, but among these thousands of men, there should not be a few who come to confess their murder. Johnny Silverhand killed the mourner."

Hearing that the mourners were killed, the priest's breathing was slightly stagnant, then he made the sign of the cross on his chest and prayed: "May the Lord bless him! Amen!"

"Okay, Father, you have to pray to the mourners. You can do it slowly by yourself in a while. I have other churches to inform, so let's go first."

"Go slowly, master's hound."

The old priest opened his eyes, and through the single-sided transparent mosaic window, he could see the slender but deadly back of the man, like an Azawak hound galloping across the Sahara Desert.

And this man's name happened to be Azawak.

As the top tracker in the gang, Azawak once caught the murderer who intended to murder the gang boss with a single shoe print.

Now, facing Romon, an escaped prisoner whose name is unknown, of course the Rubble Gang will send this good hound to track down the murderer.

But a hound is a hound, and he is really proficient in tracking. Isn’t the target leaving no clues except for a name? The hound went directly to the church confession room to set up traps.

After all, in the United States, a country where all people believe in religion, too many bastards have committed crimes and come to church to pray in order to obtain God's forgiveness.

With this method, Azawak has caught many gang enemies.

Coming out of the Dolores Church, Azawak happened to see fallen leaves being burned in the square in front of the church, and the surging flames reflected in his pupils, causing his brain to shake instantly, thinking of the Roger Clinic that was engulfed by flames .

"McDonald! That bastard McDonald's kidney transplant operation, wouldn't it be done in Roger's Clinic?"

According to the news from the prison, Azawak knew that MacDonald was the target of Johnny Silverhand, and he also knew the reason why he became the target of Johnny Silverhand, but he didn't make associations at the time, and now he was ignited by fallen leaves As soon as Flame reminded him, he suddenly figured it out.

After figuring it out, he still needs to ask for proof. Azawak immediately took out his phone and called back the gang. After asking the police undercover Thompson's phone number, he called the undercover.

Beep~~~beep~~~~beep~~~~~

Only the annoying busy tone kept coming from the receiver. Azawak called six times in a row, but no one answered each time.

"Didn't this idiot have a mobile phone? Why didn't he answer the phone?"

At this moment, Azawak didn't know that Thompson was gone. He scratched his head in frustration, and finally decided to use the 'event authority' to go directly to Thompson's house to investigate.

If he happened to meet Thompson, he also planned to reprimand the bastard who lost the chain at a critical moment.

After making up his mind, Azawak called the gang executive. In the hands of the executive, he had the specific information of all the members of the Gravel Gang.

"Hound, state your request."

"The nail in the North District can't be contacted. I will apply for his residence information and go directly to his home to investigate."

"No. 145 Huayuan Street, Room 304, Chenfeng Apartment, take the spare key from cabinet 7 in the club."

Even if you join a gang, you must be loyal.

For all members of the Gravel Gang, they are required to provide detailed residential addresses and keep backup keys so that they can be checked by the gang at any time.

If a member dares to play tricks, hand in a fake key, or secretly buy a second house and be discovered, what awaits them is the cold water of the Pacific Ocean.

Loyalty is not absolute, it is absolute disloyalty.

Gangsters like the Gravel Gang won't let you down.

The hound Azawak drove back to the club, got the keys to Thompson's house, and then drove to the Chenfeng apartment without stopping.

Stepping on the creaking old stairs, Azawak came to the third floor and was about to turn into the corridor when he suddenly saw two policemen standing in front of Thompson's apartment.

police?