I cut reality into a movie

"If you don't say it, you will die now."

As Romon said, he took out a Glock 17 from under the floral shirt again, and pointed the black muzzle at the enemy in front of him: "I forgot to tell you, I usually like to carry two guns when I go out."

"Oh Fuck!"

Being pointed at the gun, Lao Hei shook his head helplessly, and then bargained: "I'll answer your first question first, and after I'm sure I'm safe, how about I answer your last two questions?"

"Yes." Romon nodded: "Where are the refugees first?"

"No. 1036, Palm Tree Street, there is a small green two-story building, and there are hostages inside."

"You just put the kidnapped people in a street building?" Romon was a little surprised: "Aren't you afraid that they will run away?"

"Run?" Old Hei laughed, "Why did they run away? In their eyes, I am a benevolent person who wants to take them to the United States to make a fortune. Let alone run away, they can't be driven away!"

"What a bunch of idiots."

Romon cursed in a low voice, very speechless.

Did he scold these people for wanting to go to the United States? After all, Honduras is too bad, far worse than the United States. It is normal for the people here to want to escape to the United States.

But in this kind of country where everyone wants to go to the United States, you should not believe that there will be smugglers who will take the initiative to contact you.

This is an obvious scam, a scam designed to fool fools.

Feeling that there are thousands of idiots in the world, Romon took out his mobile phone and called his FBI teammates. After all, the purpose of the police is to protect the weak, and stupidity is also a sign of weakness.

In other words, the reason why human society can be called civilization is because people will protect their companions who are weaker than themselves, otherwise they just follow the jungle law of the jungle, so what is the difference between humans and animals?

"Yeah, yes, 1036 Palm Tree Street, the second floor of a small green building, the hostage is there."

Talking on the phone with his teammates, Romon felt more and more that there are still many advantages to relying on a large organization.

Just like today's situation:

Confront the gangsters head-on, do the things that can be filmed on camera, and leave the rest of the aftermath, such as rescuing the hostages, to your teammates.

In this way, the teammates get the credit safely, and they are responsible for the movie screen wholeheartedly, without worrying about the aftermath, a proper win-win situation.

After waiting on the tower crane for five or six minutes, Romon received a call from his teammates to confirm the safety of the hostages.

"OK, are the hostages safe? Then I have to deal with my problem here."

After hanging up his teammate's phone, Romon looked at Lao Hei and nodded slightly: "We can exchange information about the follow-up information exchange method, come here."

Pointing a gun at Old Hei and beckoning, Romon made a gesture of keeping his promise and willing to let him go.

Oh God!

This stupid FBI is actually willing to let me go?

Seeing that Romon kept his promise so easily, Old Hei blinked unexpectedly, and grinned: "Mr. Detective, you have indeed achieved the integrity in the FBI's creed, and I appreciate you very much."

With a word of praise for Romon, Old Hei limped towards Romon with his half-disabled right foot.

Then, the moment he passed by Romon, Romon suddenly raised the muzzle of the gun, pressed the trigger on Lao Hei's left chest.

boom.

The bullets tore apart flesh and bones, making a deep muffled sound, and distorted Lao Hei's face at the same time. He opened his mouth and stared, the veins on his temples stretched, and he looked at Romon angrily.

"you!!!!"

He wanted to reprimand Romon for his backlash, but he had lost the ability to speak. He could only stare at Romon unwillingly. Before he completely lost consciousness, he heard Romon whisper to him:

"My friend, thank you for sending your mobile phone to me. You can report to God with peace of mind."

After Luo Meng's voice fell, Lao Hei also completely lost his vitality.

After groping while supporting Old Hei's corpse, Romon took out the phone from his trouser pocket, and then unlocked the screen with Old Hei's still warm right thumb. Romon quickly flipped through the communication records inside.

"Cans?"

"Hehe, the acquisition of this code name really makes the scavengers ecstatic."

Looking at the code name of the contact line in Lao Hei's address book, Romon took out his mobile phone and logged in to a website with a dark green background filled with geometric lines, which looked full of sci-fi and looked like the FBI's internal investigation channel.

Yes, that's right, just a website that 'looks like' the FBI's internal investigative channel.

Because in reality, the FBI does not have such a convenient website that can search the information of everyone in the world just by logging into the account of an insider.

Romon specially built such a handsome survey website just for the expressiveness of the camera.

In fact, after throwing away the cool sci-fi shell of the website, the operating logic behind the website depends entirely on Romon's own hacking ability to investigate.

As the so-called artificial intelligence is all artificial, it refers to the behavior of Romon.

Instead of taking pictures of the complicated hacking process, after Romon got everything done secretly, he just entered the mobile phone number of 'can' on this leather bag website, and found out where this mobile phone number has been registered in the world recently.

"At six o'clock in the afternoon the day before yesterday, a beach hotel in Tulum, Mexico..."

"Hehe, this dog boy is quite good at enjoying himself. He leaves the hard work of catching people to farm tools, and he enjoys the sun, sand and beauties by the seaside."

After confirming the location of the target, Romon didn't waste any more time. After reporting the itinerary to his boss, Tifa, he boarded a flight and flew directly to Mexico.

The temperature in the coastal city of Tulum is warmer and more humid.

Here, Romon can't even wear 007's signature handsome suit (otherwise it would be too sick in the eyes of outsiders).

He could only simply wear a thin white shirt, and the first three buttons were deliberately left unbuttoned, revealing his strong chest muscles and faint abdominal muscles.

Driving to the front of a seaside hotel named 'Midsummer', Romon threw the car keys in his hand to the parking boy, then squatted down and tied his shoe straps.

Beep beep beep beep!

A series of eager horns sounded behind Romon, and then, from the window of a Range Rover, a man's face covered with acne poked out.

"Hey hey hey! Why are you so stupid, why don't you come over and park the car for the uncle?"

uh~~~

Brother, you delivered this to your door yourself.

Seeing the acne face in the car full of resentful temperament, Romon was not polite, and directly pretended to be a parking boy, approached the acne face with a flattering smile, and took the car keys from him.

"Be careful when you park, or I won't be able to pay you if I sell you, understand?"

"Understand."

Romon sat in the driver's cab, seemingly nodding at the acne-faced face, but in fact he winked at the hotel's surveillance system, completely paralyzing him, and then drove the Land Rover to the parking lot.

There were many vacancies in the parking lot, but none of them met Romon's requirements. He picked a palm tree in the corner of the parking lot, and slammed into the tree with the reverse gear on.

boom!

The car didn't hit too hard, that is, the bumper was crooked and the rear window was smashed, so Romon simply let the car go.

Leaving the cab, throwing the car keys back casually, Romon pursed his lips and strode towards the Midsummer Hotel.

He bumped the acne-faced Land Rover into a tree, not only to teach the acne-faced face a little lesson, but also to get the specific address of the 'can'.

"Assemble! All parking officers and monitors, gather in the parking lot for me!"

The moment Romon walked into the hotel, the lobby manager's angry roar came from the intercom of the parking attendant running past him.

Needless to say, the lobby manager can be so angry, it must be that the owner of the Land Rover found out that his car was hit and went to the hotel to trouble him.

Now the hall manager greets all the parking staff and monitors to gather, just to clarify the responsible person.

And he assembled the security personnel, which meant that the surveillance room was empty. Romon stood in the hall, and after simply confirming the direction of the surveillance room, he quickly rushed into the empty surveillance room.

"The surveillance at around six o'clock the night before yesterday..."

After Romon manipulated the monitoring computer and found the monitoring of the target time, he saw his target person in the surveillance video in front of the hotel gate.

Of course, what made Romon's lips curl up even more was the sports car driven by the target.

Aston Martin 1964.

In the "007" movie, Bond is in his favorite sports car.

However, in the parallel world where Romon lives, there is no "007" series of movies, so this Aston Martin 1964 is not the kind of car that screams when it drives, but it is also considered a luxury sports car.

It belongs to the level of driving this car and being able to sleep with girls casually.

After confirming what car the target was driving, Romon turned and left the monitoring room. After reaching the hotel lobby, Romon put his elbows on the counter and looked at the front desk lady with a smile on his face.

"good afternoon."

"Good afternoon, sir, welcome to Shengxia Hotel, would you like to check in?"

"Yes, but this is a temporary idea. I haven't made an appointment in advance." With a black American Express card between his fingers, Romon reached out to the front desk lady.

Looking at the American Express black card handed over by Romon, with an overdraft limit of at least US$[-], the lady at the front desk was very sensible and skipped the ordinary rooms, and inquired about the single-family villas by the sea.

"Sir, you are very lucky. We still have a high-end beach house with no guests. May I help you arrange it?"

The smile of the young lady at the front desk suddenly became unrestrained, especially looking at Luo Meng's looming pectoral muscle outline, the young lady's sea-like blue eyes were full of meeting tonight.

"Well, is that right, that's great, just help me arrange this villa."

Romon smiled and nodded, then suddenly lowered his figure, and after approaching the young lady at the front desk, his eyes widened and he said, "Ma'am, I saw a very beautiful Aston Martin in the parking lot just now, but unfortunately, When I parked, I accidentally scratched the car, so I can find out who the owner of the car is? I want to apologize to him in person."

"Mr. Torasekon Mensky."

The young lady directly reported the man's name, and then advised in a low voice: "Sir, that Mr. Mensky is not an easy man to get along with, so my suggestion is, if he doesn't know that you wiped his car , you'd better not admit it."

"I'm not a person who avoids mistakes." Romon smiled and shook his head: "Ma'am, can you tell me the address of that gentleman, I want to apologize in person."

Seeing Luo Meng being so upright, the young lady had no choice but to spread her hands and said, "Villa No. 4, about 7 meters away from your No. 500 villa."

After finishing speaking, the young lady has already helped Romon check in, and handed the POS machine to Romon: "Sir, please enter the password here."

"Well, of course." After entering the password, Romon looked at the lady at the front desk who was so cooperative, and decided to give her a little thank you fee.

"Ma'am, I'm officially checked in, right?" Romon asked as he put the POS machine on the counter.

"Yes sir, you are welcome to stay at Midsummer Hotel officially, do you need anything?"

"I need a bottle of Bollinger champagne right now, so I'll send it to the counter for..." Romon leaned over, looked at the name tag on the chest of the lady at the front desk and said with a smile, "I'll give it to the beautiful Ms. Selena."

After speaking, Romon put away the black card and turned to leave.

He was going to prepare for a real date, with Torasekon Mensky, the ghost of Blue Hole Pharmaceuticals.

In front of the beach of Villa No. 4, Romon played beach volleyball with a group of seven or eight-year-old children.

Just when they were playing happily, there was a sound of horseshoes on the beach, followed the sound and looked at the sight, it was a white thoroughbred horse, riding on the horse was a darker-skinned, A beautiful girl of Brazilian descent.

Big curly hair, high nose bridge, coffee-colored eyes, and a hearty smile, especially when facing the sun, when you flick your hair, the rich exotic flavor rushes towards your face.

This is Mensky's woman, whom Romon saw on surveillance.

Therefore, in order to make the James Bond he auditioned have the taste of James Bond, Romon deliberately hit the ball high and threw it far to the Brazilian girl.

boom.

The Brazilian girl firmly caught the volleyball thrown by Romon, and then followed the direction in which the ball flew, and saw a handsome young man wearing only a pair of beach shorts and showing a perfect figure.

Without saying much, the girl just hooked the corner of her lips at Romon, and threw the volleyball back to Romon again.

However, such a simple contact made the children who played with Romon start whistling and whistling, as if they were hired by Romon to create an atmosphere for him.

The chaos on the beach caught Menzies' attention.

Originally, he had closed his eyes to rest on the balcony of the villa, but when he opened his eyes, he saw his girlfriend flirting with another man.

"Tsk~!"

Looking at Romon's handsome face, and then at Romonlun's muscular figure, Menzis just smacked his lips inwardly, then turned his eyes away in displeasure, and didn't take the initiative to ask for trouble. His body already has the round belly of a middle-aged man.

The beach will never be his home field.

After finishing the encounter full of calculations in the afternoon, Romon came to the most luxurious bar No. [-] of the Midsummer Hotel after nightfall.

Those who can enter this bar to drink must be the guests staying in the high-end suites of the hotel, so Romon is very sure that his target, Mr. Mensky, will definitely show up at the No. [-] bar.

Of course, in addition to guessing with his brain, Romon also has a very shameless personal drone tracking.

After knowing that Mensky lived in villa No. 4, Romon sent a drone camera to stare at it, otherwise Romon would not have met his beautiful girlfriend riding a horse so coincidentally.

"A martini with ice and honey."

Walking to the bar, Romon skillfully ordered a martini, and then after withdrawing [-] dollars in chips at the bar, he smiled and walked towards Mensky who was frowning at the gaming table.

"Can I join in?"

No need for anyone to be sure, Romon just put the wine glass on the gaming table, and he automatically joined the game, because this is the game rule of Texas Hold'em - as long as there are vacancies and chips, anyone can join in and play.