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"I really won't let the Oswell Group go." Romon nodded: "But before dealing with this behemoth, I have to deal with its henchmen first."

"Partners of the Oswell Group?"

"Yes, an Indian pharmaceutical company named Gorobo, this drug experiment that involved human lives was organized by Gorobo with the help of Oswell."

"So, you want to go to India to deal with this Grobo Pharmaceutical first?"

Hearing that Romon was about to go abroad again, Tifa's voice was a little lost, but she quickly adjusted and blessed: "I know you don't need God's blessing, so I only represent myself, with Tifa Jan In the name of Forte, I wish you all the best for your trip to India."

After finishing a simple farewell, Tifa just hung up the phone with Romon when she received a call from FBI colleague and friend Judy.

"Tifa, something has happened to you!"

"What happened? What happened? You stole the cookies I put in the drawer?"

If other FBI colleagues told Tifa that something happened to her, Tifa would really be nervous, but the big thing on Judy's side, at most, was that she stole her own snacks.

"It's not about this."

Silently admitting that she ate the biscuits secretly, Judy said, "Tifa, this time you really have a big problem, and you will be awarded the 'FBI Meritorious Achievement Medal'."

The FBI Meritorious Achievement Medal is awarded only to outstanding FBI agents who protect or directly save lives during missions of extreme challenge and responsibility.

Tifa is truly well deserved for saving hundreds of innocent passengers on Flight 4444.

It's just that before Tifa had time to be excited that she had won such an honor, Judy's next words made Tifa's smile freeze on her face.

"Tifa, there is another big thing, that is, you are going to be famous!"

"Newspapers, the Internet, TV, radio, and media in all dimensions, because they couldn't contact you personally, they all called the site. I just counted for you. You have at least thirty interviews and speeches to attend. "

Judy's voice was full of longing, and she sounded like the kind of girl who longed for fame, but Tifa had no interest in being famous. When she heard that she was about to be interviewed, she immediately shook her head and refused:

"Hurry up, hurry up! Judy, quickly reject all these messy things for me. I still have so many cases to deal with. I don't have time to be interviewed on TV."

"Sorry, Tifa, I can't refuse this matter for you, because the senior management of the headquarters also called just now, asking you to use this opportunity of public speaking to improve the image of the FBI in the hearts of ordinary Americans."

With a mentality full of fun, Judy teased: "Tifa, don't think that you can escape this interview, you pick up the mirror and take a good look at your beautiful face that all Americans dream of, what do you think? Can the high-level FBI let you, the image spokesperson?"

While Tifa was howling and reluctantly accepting the TV interview, Romon also completed his infiltration work in India.

Pune, Magapta city.

A city in the Indian state of Maharashtra.

Standing in a rental house in this city, Romon looked at his brand new image in the mirror, and didn't even recognize his own face.

In order to better integrate into India, without changing his appearance, Romon grew a beard from his chin to his temples.

Coupled with the fact that Romon has darkened his skin tone a little, he looks a bit like a native Indian brother now.

Bang bang bang.

Just as Romon was looking in the mirror and admiring his brand new image, someone knocked on the iron-clad wooden door of his rental house, and the landlord's rude Hindi came from outside: "Mr. Akshan, are you home?"

"I'm here, wait a minute." Romon replied in the same standard Hindi, then adjusted his dark eyes to a sickly gray color, and stroked towards the door.

It seems that the biggest test for Romon in this movie is how to play a blind man well.

Opening the door, Romon didn't look at the landlord's face, but stared straight ahead, and said, "Mr. Landlord, what's the matter?"

"Sigh~~~"

Seeing that Romon had no irises and completely gray eyes, the landlord gasped, and asked the shy middle-aged man beside him with his last hope: "Sir, this is the Mr. Akshan I told you about." , do you think he can live in a low-rent house here?"

"You bastard, are you kidding me? This blind man's eyes are almost a lump of paste, you tell me he is pretending to be blind? You pretend to be blind for me!"

Bai Bai glanced at the landlord who rented the government's low-rent housing to normal people to make money from it. The middle-aged man with the appearance of an official turned around and left, and at the same time threatened:

"Bastard, I warn you, don't catch this blind man's attention, our city's newly appointed Minister of Construction is worrying that there is no reason to take these low-rent houses into his hands, don't be caught by the secret sent by him ,do you know?"

Cursing and cursing, the middle-aged officials walked further and further away, leaving only the landlord, who had revealed his thoughts, looking bored at Romon.

Damn it, she loses thousands of rubles a month because of this damned blind man.

The landlord didn't make a sound, but just squirmed his lips silently to insult Romon, thinking that this way Romon would not be able to find him, but he didn't know that his bastard behavior had long been noticed by Romon and registered on the blacklist.

[People who look at and insult me ​​now will be infected with acute gastroenteritis. 】

With the announcement of Romon's trial, the landlady, who was still annoyed just now, suddenly tightened his face when he kept insulting Romon, and then started rushing downstairs while clutching his stomach, but when he stepped down the last step, his collapse The expression on his face should be that he failed to win the final victory.

A little punishment.

Romon shook his head and returned to his rented house. He was about to start the official filming.

The sunlight passes through the treetops and dapples in the courtyard.

A three-coloured cat dozing on an old stone under a tree was awakened by the sound of the piano. It raised its head and turned its nimble eyes. After confirming that the sound of the piano came from the room on the second floor, it took steps and walked along the stairs. Flying upwards, after arriving at the corridor on the second floor, he jumped towards the open window, right on the head of Romon's piano.

The camera advances from the cat's point of view and lands on Romon's hands playing the piano.

A piano sonata K545 in C major was played perfectly under Romon's dexterous fingertips. At this time, the camera was aimed at Romon's face intoxicated until the end of the song. Romon opened his eyes and played the blind piano. The identity of the family is clearly displayed to the audience before the movie.

This is the language of the lens.

It's just that in the real world, it's easier for people to understand body language than camera language.

A fist the size of a sandbag slammed into the face of a pianist. A burly man who looked like a bodyguard spat at the pianist who fell to the ground, and then said with a grin:

"You son of a bitch, is it interesting to pretend to be blind? Huh? Thought that if you wear sunglasses, I won't be able to see that you are pretending to be blind?"

Saying that, the bodyguard took another two steps forward, slapped his A4 paper-sized palm, and slapped the fake blind man's face from left to right, until he knocked out several of the fake blind man's teeth, then retracted his hand in satisfaction and nodded, "Fuck off!" Come on! Don't let me see you pretending to be blind again, or I'll really gouge your eyes out!"

The behavior of the strong bodyguard's blind detection is already a daily activity of this Franco restaurant.

Ever since the owner of the strong bodyguard, the party-loving Mr. Tab Gorobo, offered a high price to invite blind performers to perform privately, there have been countless active minded people wondering if they can pretend to be blind , while defrauding a high performance fee, he also went to the party to open his eyes.

As a result, the devil is one foot tall and the Tao is one foot tall.

Tab Gorobo is a bit perverted, he likes to commit blind crimes, but he is just perverted, not stupid, how could he not check the blind performers he recruited.

As a result, this is not just a check, a martial arts performance can be staged every day, and the liars who can play in Pune are almost wiped out.

Hey ~

Sure enough, if you are really blind, you have no chance.

Just when the burly bodyguard returned to his seat to drink to calm down, standing in the corner of the restaurant, the waitress with a dark face like a Dravidian and an ordinary to ugly face stared at the burly bodyguard and fell into deep thought.

She is not Indian.

It's Miss Phantom Thief from Italy——Qiqi Corleone.

She came to Pune and lurked into this Franco restaurant just to meet a blind performer, and then through this blind performer, she came into contact with the Gorob family.

She took a fancy to a crown cast by the Gorobo family when it was still a Tubang royal family, on which was a huge light yellow diamond second only to the British crown.

During the colonial period, the Gorobo family did not dare to show off the crown, but today, the British colonists already needed an Indian to be the prime minister, and the Gorobo family can finally stand up and exploit themselves The glorious crown cast by the local people was worn on the top of the head.

If you dare to show off your treasure, don't blame others for staring at it.

Miss Qiqi vowed to steal the crown, but the process of stealing was a bit bumpy.

Wait another month.

If I still can't find a suitable blind performer within a month, I can only find a way to break into the Grobo family.

Just when Ms. Qiqi made up her mind, the manager of the restaurant came over and scolded: "Qiqi, what are you doing? Didn't you hear me calling you for so long?"

"Manager, what can you do?"

There are more than 100 recorded ethnic groups in India, and there are more than 600 official languages. With so many languages ​​and so many ethnic groups, Qiqi didn't bother to think about a pseudonym for herself, and directly used her real name.

"What's the matter?"

Seeing Qiqi's confused expression, the manager almost choked on himself: "Ms. Qiqi, do you think I paid you to come to the restaurant to see you stand guard and welcome guests?"

"You don't even look at your face, it's good if the customer doesn't feel sick after seeing it!"

"Hurry up and clean the table for me!"

The manager of Franco's restaurant is not a serious person. He has taken advantage of almost all the waitresses in the restaurant, but he has no interest in Miss Qiqi who is dressed in black briquettes.

This is not only lack of interest in appearance, but also lack of interest in caste. After all, the status of Dravidians in Indian history is not even counted as untouchables, but as beasts.

If it weren't for Ms. Qiqi's almost no salary, the restaurant manager wouldn't have kept her as a waiter.

"Okay, okay, don't clean up first, there's a takeaway order here, so hurry up and deliver it."

Pushing the two big packages of meals to Ms. Qiqi, the manager immediately urged her to go out to deliver food.

"Okay manager, I'll go right away."

Miss Qiqi is an excellent thief. In addition to her superb theft techniques, she is also first-class in her integration into the environment.

She quickly integrated into her role, and further set her image as: hard-working, down-to-earth and willing to work.

She trotted out of the restaurant with the outside in her hand, and rushed to the customer's house on her scooter.

How about the delivery process?

It was quite smooth when I went there, and I arrived at the station smoothly, but when I came back, Ms. Qiqi felt what is the No. 1 big country in the world.

The street was so congested, not to mention impenetrable, at least it was impossible to move an inch.

Coupled with the fact that Indian drivers especially like to honk their horns, the continuous high-frequency noise along the way almost shook Miss Qiqi's brain.

When the head is in a daze, the concentration is easily lost. Miss Qiqi finally bumped into a pedestrian on the road when turning a corner.

A blind man in a cheap black suit with black sunglasses on his face.

It was Romon who pretended to be blind and crossed the road.

Needless to say, Romon was hit on purpose. He didn't see Miss Qiqi's identity. He was just training his blind acting skills. People come to bump themselves.

Under the impact of the motorcycle, Romon completely overcame his body instincts and fell down on the road very smoothly.

After falling to the ground, he didn't get up directly, but following his identity as a blind person, he fumbled impatiently for the crutch he dropped, until his hand was grasped by a scorching and rough palm.

Miss Qiqi helped Romon up, and asked apologetically, "I'm really, really sorry, sir, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, thank you."

"Are you really okay? How about I send you to the hospital for a check-up and go to a private hospital. Don't worry, I will pay for the medical expenses!"

In the public opinion, India has the world's largest free medical system, which is the envy of people all over the world, but they never mention that the price behind India's "developed" free medical care is that the medical services are rotten and the queuing time is years count.

Of course, Miss Qiqi knew all kinds of ills in public hospitals in India, so she said happily that she would send Romon to a private hospital.

What an enthusiastic girl.

Looking at Qiqidaravida's appearance and feeling her callused palms, Romon knew that the girl's family was not rich.

So he smiled and shook his head and said: "Ma'am, I'm really fine, and your palms also told me that taking me to a private hospital will be a great burden on your life. Although I am blind, If you are not blind, you will not take advantage of others."

In fact, I am really not short of money.

Also, the calluses on my hands are just special makeup.

Seeing that she not only hit a blind man with a bicycle, but was also cared about by the blind man in turn, Miss Qiqi suddenly felt her cheeks burn, and her inner conscience was greatly impacted.

"Sir, there is a coffee shop by the side of the road. Let's go in and talk. Even if you don't go to the hospital, at least let me treat you to a cup of coffee."

This time, Luo Meng did not refuse, but was held by Miss Qiqi's left hand and walked all the way into the coffee shop on the street.

Sit down, order food, serve coffee.

After completing these basic services, Miss Qiqi looked at Luo Meng who was sitting opposite, and didn't know what to say for a while.

Suddenly, she noticed Romon's slender fingers, so she had nothing to say: "Mr. Akshan, you just understood my hands, and now I want to try to understand yours."

"Okay, what do you see from my hands?" Romon smiled and opened his hands to Qiqi.

"Your palms are slender and delicate, and they must not be used for manual labor. Correspondingly, there are thin yellow calluses on the pads of your fingers, so I guess you should be playing the piano..."

Seeing that Luo Meng might be a pianist, Miss Qiqi's heartbeat started to speed up: No way, it can't be such a coincidence, I bumped into someone at random, and met the "true blind pianist" I dreamed of?

Have I been favored by God?

Luo Meng didn't know Miss Qiqi's complicated psychological activities, he just nodded with a light smile, affirming: "Miss Qiqi, you guessed it, I am indeed a pianist, and I rely on playing for a living, but recently No job was found."

This is definitely God's arrangement!

This man is actually a pianist!

"Then do you want to try our restaurant?" Qiqi said excitedly: "Franco Music Restaurant, we have been recruiting suitable pianists there."

After I came to India, did I have such good luck?