I cut reality into a movie

The great fear that suddenly appeared in his heart made it difficult for Tabu to walk. He had to hold the bodyguard's shoulders to walk forward with difficulty.

After arriving in Swami's car with a little difficulty, Tabu relaxed and leaned on the co-pilot, and handed his mobile phone to Swami.

"Look for yourself, that photo should be very clear."

After receiving the mobile phone from the boss, Swami's eyes turned red immediately. He didn't care so much about the lives of his colleagues in the company, but his twin brother was among the dead hunting team members.

"Who did it? Boss, which bastard did this?" Swami's voice was choked and hoarse. He still cared about his own brother.

"Sinha." Tabu said his son's name weakly: "Sinha did it."

"Master Sinha?"

Hearing that the murderer was Sinha, the Swami was dumbfounded: "How is this possible? How could it be Master Sinha? Why did he do this?"

"Maybe I'm in a hurry."

Without talking about Sophie, Tabu explained selectively: "That kid Sinha probably sees that I am in good health, so wait and be anxious."

"This………"

Although Sinha's patricide was completely beyond Swami's expectations, this kind of thing is not uncommon in the aristocratic circle. Let alone the ancestors of the Gorobo family, there were several princes who killed their patricides and seized power.

Sinha's doing this can be regarded as inheriting the tradition to a certain extent.

Pursing his lips, Swami was silent for a moment, then asked in a low voice: "Boss, what do you need from me?"

"doing what……"

Leaning his head heavily on the back of the co-pilot, Tabu closed his eyes slightly, his lips squirmed but said goodbye to his son silently, and then said in a distant voice: "A car accident, let's use a car accident to send Sinha away. "

After talking about the method of killing, Tabu turned his face away and looked at Swami affectionately: "Swami, my most trusted friend."

"I know that the risk of a car accident is huge, so after you are done, I will give you 1000 million rupees as compensation, and I will help you support your parents, wife and children while you are in prison."

1000 million rupees, for me to spend a few years in prison.

This is a deal.

After simply calculating the income and returns in his mind, Swami nodded without hesitation and said, "Boss, I just need to know the itinerary of Master Sinha."

"Well, I'll let you know when I get the itinerary."

Every move of Tabu is under the camera of Romon.

After looking at the old ninja, he finally couldn't help but attack his son, Romon breathed a sigh of relief:

Alright, the chain of killing has started to turn, the next thing I have to do is to keep this family angry and save the real drama for the day of the birthday party.

After silently installing a layer of stealth reactive armor on Sinha's vehicle, and making sure that the boy will not be killed, Romon just needs to wait quietly for the accident to happen.

Because as long as Singha is hit, the kid will definitely find out that the murderer is his own father, and then the story can continue to the next step.

Flying all the way back to Pune from Lucknow overnight, Romon thought he would be free for a few days, but the old Tabu gave Romon another private performance before his birthday party.

And the time of this performance happened to be the time he had arranged for Sinha to have a car accident.

"Hahahaha!"

After hanging up the phone, Romon laughed loudly: "It seems that this old bastard is indeed crazy. He would add a performance at this time. See the look on your wife's face?"

"It's really perverted, but... it's also photogenic enough!"

Three days later, Romon showed up on time to perform at the old Tabb's mansion.

This time, he did not choose a passionate playing style, but replaced it with a tune that is as elegant and relaxed as a breeze.

The choice of such a tune is naturally to match Sinha's car accident scene and create a strong sense of contrast.

The soft melody lingered at Romon's fingertips.

But the speeding god of death is approaching Sinha step by step.

Anxiously waiting for the red light, Sinha was shaking his head and humming rock and roll to the radio in the car, when a black Toyota sedan slammed into his car door.

boom!

A huge impact sounded instantly, but Romon's performance just ended at this moment.

At the end of the song, Romon continued to play the next song as if nothing happened.

"Fuck! What the hell!"

Under the protection of the reactive armor, Sinha did not suffer any harm, but shook his knocked-out head slightly, then he pulled his legs across the crotch platform, came to the co-pilot, and got off from the co-pilot's door.

"Are you fucking crazy? How did you drive!?"

Cursing, Sinha walked to the cockpit of the Toyota car, looked at the airbag popping up in the cabin, and looked at the head hanging down on the airbag, he said angrily: "Hey! What's wrong with you bastard? You want to pretend to be dead to escape compensation ?”

Stretching his hand through the shattered window, Sinha forcefully turned the driver's face, looking at the blood-stained but extremely familiar face.

Sinha froze.

Rumble.

Purple lightning pierced through the clouds, and a torrential rain slanted down.

This was the first rainstorm that Romon had encountered since he came to Pune. In such a rainstorm, both he and Miss Qiqi were drowned.

"If you ask me, Mr. Tubb is really stingy. Seeing such heavy rain, he didn't even send a car to see you, a great musician, so we had to ride a motorcycle back."

After receiving the key from Romon, Qiqi opened the door of the apartment and complained while walking inside.

"Maybe something happened. I heard that after receiving a call, Mr. Tubb ended the performance in an angry voice and drove us out."

Romon fiddled with the rainwater on his hair, casually explained the reason for Tabu's fury, and then changed the subject and said: "Miss Qiqi, let me get you a set of dry clothes, although they are all my clothes, but Better than wet."

"That's great, Mr. Akshan, what I need most now is a set of dry clothes."

Qiqi thanked with a smile, then flicked the switch on the wall to turn on the ceiling lamp in the house.

The dazzling light far beyond expectations unfolded in an instant, and Miss Qiqi squinted her eyes for a moment: I was worried that the light bulb in Mr. Akshan's house was broken, but I didn't expect it to be so bright.

Just when Qiqi was feeling the brightness of the light bulbs in Romon's apartment, Romon was stunned by the makeup slightly eroded by the rainstorm on Qiqi's face.

What the fuck? !

I was cheated!

This girl is not a Dravidian at all, the makeup on her face is simply painted!

He didn't expect that there would be a day when he was mistaken. Romon, who was instantly out of balance in his heart, immediately exposed his narrow-minded side, and he was about to hang up.

【I will see the plain face of the woman in front of me】

With a single proverb, any awesome makeup skills will become clouds.

Luo Meng looked at Miss Qiqi in front of her again. There was no black girl deliberately pretending to be ugly. This was simply a princess who walked out of a European oil painting.

Blonde hair, emerald green pupils, a fair and contoured face, and a perfect figure outlined under the wet clothes.

If Romon were asked to describe Miss Qiqi's true face in one sentence, he could only think of the phrase 'the enemy of political correctness'.

From skin color to hair color, from hair color to figure, there is nothing 'correct' about Ms. Qiqi's whole body. If Tianyuan Nuquan sees her, she will definitely scream and objectify women, and then drag herself three hundred Jin jumping 'beautiful' body for keyboard attacks.

However, Romon is a god.

Although he was just a youthful version of God, he still didn't need to care about the noise in the world. He looked at the blonde girl in front of him and directly forgave her for deceiving him.

As for the reason for the forgiveness, it was even simpler - it just looked comfortable.

It was as if he had done a whole set of eye exercises in a proper manner, and Romon, who felt his eyes were relaxed and comfortable, continued to start his journey of pretending to be blind.

Rubbing the wall, after entering the bedroom, Romon didn't directly pick out the clothes on the hanger, but grabbed a small set of sportswear and went back to the living room.

"Miss Qiqi, it's a coincidence that I happen to have a set of sportswear that has shrunk after washing. Although I can't fit it anymore, I think you fit it well."

Looking at the small sportswear that Luo Meng handed over, Qiqi laughed and joked, "It turns out that I was a petite girl in Mr. Akshan's imagination."

"Isn't it?" Romon pretended to be surprised.

"No, you guessed right, this suit fits me very well."

While speaking, Qiqi was about to take off the wet clothes on her body, and naturally Luo Meng would not watch a girl change clothes for no reason when she was not filming.

So Luo Meng grabbed the same wet clothes on his body and said, "Then I'll go inside and change."

It certainly didn't take long for a big man like Romon to change his clothes, but considering Miss Qiqi outside, he still deliberately waited seven or eight minutes before walking out of the bedroom while rubbing the door frame.

At this time, Miss Qiqi in the living room had already changed into Luo Meng's small sportswear, and she was sitting in front of the piano, pressing the keys irregularly.

clap clap.

Luo Meng clapped his hands and walked towards Miss Qiqi, and said, "It's a great melody, it seems that Miss Qiqi has a talent for learning the piano."

"No, no, Mr. Akshan, I'm just a rough worker. I can't handle such a delicate job as playing the piano."

Shaking her head with a smile, Qiqi stood up from her seat, walked around behind Romon, supported his shoulders and said, "Mr. Akshan, can you play a piece of music for me?"

"Of course, Miss Qiqi, what song do you want to hear?" Luo Meng took the opportunity to sit in front of the piano and asked with raised eyebrows.

"Just play me as I am in your heart."

Touching the peeling black makeup on her face, Miss Qiqi was really looking forward to what she would look like in Luo Meng's heart.

The piano sounded.

For Miss Qiqi, the tune played by Luo Meng is not so much familiar as it is engraved into the soul.

Whether it is commercials, movies, TV, or radio, it can be said that wherever music can be used, there will be this melody, and even the ringtones of many people's mobile phones will be this melody.

"Canon." Qiqi blurted out the name of the melody: "Mr. Akshan, did you specifically choose a tune that I know to describe me?"

"No, Miss Qiqi, I chose this song not because it is popular, but because I think it suits you."

Canon is not a fixed repertoire, but a fixed performance technique.

As long as the timing is right, it can appear in any song, just like Miss Qiqi's makeup technique, which can change her face into any shape.

Therefore, in Romon's opinion, there is no melody in this world that is more suitable for Miss Qiqi than the melody of Canon.

suit me?

Mr. Akshan said that Canon is suitable for me, but what is the similarity between me and this melody? Is my character as brisk as Canon?

Until she left Romon's apartment, Miss Qiqi didn't understand why she was Kanon.

But as she walked out of the courtyard door of the apartment, she looked back at the two-story building, and saw that the light bulbs in other residents' homes were all gray and dull, except for the light bulbs in Romon's apartment, which were bright and moving.

Miss Qiqi felt a thunderbolt strike from Tianling Gai.

——The light bulb in Akshan's house was not uniformly distributed by the apartment at all. He replaced the light bulb by himself.

But he is blind, why does he use such a bright light bulb!

Chapter 106 Joseph: I'm just a soy saucer, why was I the first to die?

Poisoning, arson, car accidents, shootings.

Faced with a real threat to their lives, the Tabb father and son exploded with amazing revenge efficiency, but in just a few days, they explored all the common assassination methods in human history.

It can be said that if there was no youth version of God, Romon, who did his best to protect them, the father and son would have lived in the urn long ago.

However, their high-frequency killing of each other has contributed a lot to the final climax of the movie.

After all, it is impossible for the father and son to fight in person, so every assassination means standing in line. After a few rounds of killing, the entire Grobo Pharmaceutical camp will be clearly drawn:

Tabu faction, Sinha faction, and Fencer faction.

Among them, the Tabu faction and the Sinha faction both have the right to go to the birthday banquet for the final decisive battle. On the contrary, the fence-riding faction thinks that they can eat both ends, but in the end they cannot eat one end.

They don't even have the qualifications to enter the birthday party of old Tabu, let alone enter the company's top management.

17 Oak Street.

This is a blue two-story building, which is a secret real estate purchased by Sinha under the name of a friend. Whenever he wants to do some shady activities, he will call people to this secret hut.

"Misters, tomorrow is that old man's birthday party. If there are no accidents, that old man will definitely put me at the birthday party."

"This is his opportunity, and it is also our opportunity. As long as he dares to do something, you will fight back to the death. Even if you kill him while taking advantage of the chaos, you will be judged as self-defense and do not need to bear any responsibility." !"

"And, as long as one of you kills that old bastard, 10% of the shares of Grobo Pharmaceuticals will belong to him!"

Sinha, with a gunshot wound bandage wrapped around his right shoulder and his face slightly flushed, was doing the final pre-war mobilization for his subordinates, but he didn't know that the same mobilization skills were being staged on his father's side.

"Tomorrow is my birthday party."