I cut reality into a movie

After all, there is a saying that it is God who judges whether people are guilty or not, and Romon just wants to be the one who sends them to God.

The secret test site that Menzies built for Lehn is in an abandoned metallurgical factory.

When Oswell's experimenters came to this factory, they saw the obvious signs of cleaning in front of the rusted gate, and knew that they had found the right place, but why did no one come out to greet them.

Just wondering, the small iron door on the rusty gate slowly opened, and Romon in a white coat came out from inside: "Who are you from the north?"

Listening to Romon's old-fashioned English, the leading experimenter suppressed his contemptuous gaze, nodded coldly and said, "Yes, we are from the north."

"Then come in quickly, Mr. Menzies is waiting for you inside."

Romon raised his hand and made a gesture of invitation. After several experimenters entered the factory in a file, Romon closed the small iron gate behind him and locked it.

Hearing a crisp sound, the experimenter looked at the lock on the iron door and asked in confusion: "Why are you locking the door? You can't even look at the subject?"

"No, no, sir, you have misunderstood. This lock is not for those poor fools, but for you."

"Lock us?"

The experimenters looked at each other and read the danger coming, but it was too late to realize the danger now.

Gunshots rang uninterrupted in the abandoned factory.

When the gunfire stopped, Bobo's blood had already stained Romon's heel red.

He walked to the warehouse on the side, took out the gasoline inside, and then poured it from the corpses of these experimenters all the way to the newly completed drug laboratory.

After covering all these crimes with gasoline, Romon slid a match again, and then let the camera fall with the match.

pat.

Burning matches fell to the ground.

The splashing sparks grow into a long dragon that burns everything.

Chapter 113 Bond: Male Teammate?No, I just need Bond girls in my life

Vinyl records spin.

The Spanish minor tune played by the accordion is melodious and lively, combined with the mellow aroma of coffee and the warm morning light.

Such a breakfast time is undoubtedly perfect.

When Le En baked the crispy croissant, dipped it full of honey jam, and was about to stuff it into his mouth to enjoy the softness and sweetness, the breaking news pushed by big data made him stop eating.

[An unknown fire broke out in Monterrey, Mexico, and a building suspected of being a gang drug laboratory was burned down. 】

"Can this be called news?"

Looking at the news headlines that popped up on the phone screen, Le En laughed and complained: "That's Mexico. Burning a drug trafficking laboratory controlled by gangsters can also be called news?"

Shaking his head lightly, just as Le En was about to swipe the news, his index finger stretched to the phone screen froze, because he saw the specific address of this laboratory.

7 Seventh Avenue.

"This address, this is not..."

The feeling of aversion to cold instantly penetrated the bone marrow.

Le En didn't dare to think too much, and he didn't want to think too much. He immediately picked up the mobile phone on the table, clicked on the headline of the news, and he went inside to determine the truth.

But the truth, in most cases, goes hand in hand with pain.

After all, when people are having sweet dreams, they don't think about piercing them. Only when they are having nightmares, do they think about asking the master to interpret the dream and turn the disaster away.

On Le En's side, he was dumbfounded when he saw the specific address of the burning laboratory on the news, as well as the dozen or so unidentifiable charred corpses inside and outside the laboratory.

"No, absolutely impossible! This kind of thing can never happen!"

Refusing to accept the reality, Le En immediately took out his mobile phone and dialed Mensky's emergency number, but the only response to him was the familiar and cold sentence—【The number you dialed is turned off, please try again later broadcast. 】

Mensky couldn't get in touch, so he went to contact the experimenters he sent out, and called the chief and deputy captains, and even the team leader, but Le En still only got a shutdown reminder.

"I still have monitoring personnel, and I still have confidantes sent to monitor the progress of the experiment!"

In desperation, Le En called his confidant, and this time the call went through, but listening to the long silence on the other end of the phone, Le En keenly smelled something unusual:

This idiot... Could it be controlled by the FBI?

Without speaking, Le En hung up the phone directly, and then looked out the window with a gloomy face.

The morning sun outside the window was still bright, but at this moment, Le En could no longer feel even a trace of warmth from it.

Mensky could not be contacted, the experimenter could not be contacted, and the only confidant who could be contacted was suspected to be under the control of the FBI. All these signs point to a cruel reality:

He, Len Oswell, lost the bet completely.

Not only did he lose his short-selling plan for Blue Hole Pharmaceuticals, he even lost his own life.

He was being targeted by the FBI. If the republican faction in the FBI really went out of their way to trouble him, with the coldness of the Oswell family, there was a high probability that he would be kicked out of the family tank.

呲~~~~

The mountain-like pressure in his heart will undoubtedly aggravate Le En's asthma. Just when he was wheezing heavily and felt that he was about to suffocate, he grabbed the medical nebulizer on the table and sprayed the asthma medicine. into the nasal cavity.

"Whoo~~~~"

The renewed breathing not only made Le En's body feel comfortable, but also made his head clear. He suddenly raised his brows and realized the biggest blind spot in the whole thing:

Why was the laboratory burned and the experimenters I sent were killed?

It stands to reason that if the FBI Republicans want to target the Oswell family, they should keep these evidences. Why do they take the initiative to destroy these evidences.

Le En is a smart man. He carefully read the abnormal performance of the FBI, combined with his own eyeliner in the FBI, except for the information about the Honduran black ghost last time, he never sent back any information about the experimental investigation.

Lehn had reason to infer that the upper echelons of the FBI were being concealed.

Some of the front-line agents sent by the FBI to investigate medical experiments concealed the progress of the investigation on their own initiative, and the reason why they did this was most likely to reach a certain deal with themselves.

Otherwise, they wouldn't leave a phone call to communicate on the premise of cutting off all communication.

After understanding the situation he was facing at the moment, Le En had a playful sneer on his face: "Okay, don't you want to negotiate terms with me, then let me see what price you propose."

Picking up the phone again, Le En dialed his confidant's number again.

After a short busy tone, the phone was connected again, and Le En sipped his coffee and said, "What's your name?"

"Bond, James Bond."

Romon's deep and elegant voice came slowly from the other end of the phone. Le En raised his eyebrows a little at the same time and asked: "Listening to Mr. Bond's calm tone, you seem very sure that I will give you a second chance. call over."

"Because I believe you are a smart person, Mr. Lehn, and I believe you can understand the code I left you."

Romon is not a murderous lunatic. He knows that his current identity is the FBI, so rather than killing the criminals, he should arrest the criminals and then get more information from them.

But it is a pity that before becoming an FBI, Romon was more important as a film director. For the movie "Casino Royale", he can successfully start the casino stage in the second half of the movie, so he can only find ways to induce Le Well, it's like he tried to induce the old black in Honduras to jump on the tower crane.

"Hehe, believe me to be a smart person?"

Hearing Romon's evaluation of himself, Le En curled his lips and said, "This may be the most irritating compliment I've ever heard in my life."

With a sneer at Romon, Le En cut straight to the point and said, "Okay, Mr. Bond, let's talk about business. You deliberately concealed the progress of the investigation. Do you want to get something from me?"

"Mr. Lehn, I heard that you like Texas Hold'em very much, and your poker skills are very good, right?" Romon didn't answer, but instead asked a rhetorical question.

"It's pretty good card skills." Le En snorted and said, "Why, Mr. Bond wants to play a game of cards with me?"

"Hehe, I really want to have a table game with Mr. Leen, but my chips alone are far from being able to make up for your current losses."

"You failed to short Blue Hole Pharmaceuticals, you lost a lot, right?"

As the saying goes: It is not easy to learn well, but it is easy to slip away after learning badly.

Especially when a person is desperate, he suddenly hears some heresies that can save his life, and he will immediately regard these crooked thoughts as the only straw to save his life.

Originally, Le En wanted to give up completely, by giving up his inheritance rights and his position as financial director in exchange for the protection of his family.

As a result, Romon's invitation to the game woke him up:

yes~

I can still bet this one last hand!

I can definitely organize a winner-take-all gamble to make up for the losses in my short-selling plan. In this way, although there are mistakes in the experiment, at least my position as financial director will not be lost.

In addition, the bastard on the other side of the phone, in order to let me start this bet, has taken the initiative to destroy the evidence pointing to me, that is to say, as long as I can win this bet, I can safely return to my previous life.

When a dying person sees the hope of escape, no matter how remote, he will grab it.

Le En picked up the asthma medicine on the table and sprayed it into his nose. After calming his shortness of breath, he said, "I already know the benefits of winning, but what about the cost of losing? If I lose, What price do I have to pay?"

"It's very simple, become a tainted witness of the FBI and accuse the Oswell Group." Romon put forward the condition.

"Hehe! Accusing Oswell?"

Le En sneered: "Mr. Bond, it's not that I don't want to accept such a failure price, but Mr. Bond, you don't know the horror of the Oswell Group at all."

"They will not let a high-level witness like me go to court alive. I can't be your tainted witness at all."

Brother, you misunderstood this point.

Because the tainted witness is with me, he is going to be assassinated.

Otherwise, if you really go to court to identify Oswell, how can I shoot the next series of 007?

Romon raised the corners of his lips, skipped this meaningless topic, and said, "Mr. Lehn, how to protect you, a tainted witness, is a question that the FBI needs to think about. As for you, you should think about it carefully. Who are you going to invite in the gamble?"

"Mr. Bond, I don't seem to have expressed my intention to start this bet, have I?"

"You will definitely start this gamble."

Luo Meng affirmed: "Because you are a smart person, and smart people are often conceited. If you have a chance, you will not voluntarily give up your wealth and power, because you are destined to be extraordinary."

"Hahahahaha!"

Romon's evaluation this time is much more pleasing to the ear, Le En laughed and said: "Mr. Bond, congratulations, your opinion of me is completely correct, I am indeed not the kind of person who waits to be killed. "

"But I have the ability to hold a gamble. What about you? Are you able to go to the gamble table? I don't think that group of trench rats from the FBI will agree with your crazy suggestion."

"Mr. Lehn, I don't deny that the FBI has too many insects, but my immediate superior is a charming lady."

Romon trusted Tifa unconditionally, and Tifa never let Romon down.

Sitting in the office of a high-ranking republican official of the FBI, Tifa argued for the right to be on the gambling table for Romon:

"Officer Falco, you should know what kind of enemy we are facing. To deal with an enemy of this level, you really expect a laboratory, a dozen marginal experimenters, and an inside ghost of Blue Hole Pharmaceuticals to be able to Bring down Oswell?"

"Of course, these bargaining chips are not enough to cause much damage to Oswell, but no matter how small the evidence is, it is better than your agents. For your own pleasure, just erase all the evidence?"

Falco, the chief of Tifa, is a middle-aged white man with a very old-fashioned taste. On his square face, there is a mustache that was popular in the last century. Looking at him is like watching an old American period drama. .

In addition to the makeup staying in the last century, Falco's head also stayed in the last century.

He is a standard male chauvinist. In his opinion, beautiful and outstanding women should be engaged in music, painting, and these artistic jobs, instead of wearing a capable black suit and showing off their masculinity. Spinning around in the FBI.

"Chief Falco, Bond is just protecting those poor civilians, and he didn't deliberately eliminate evidence."

Tifa knows well that the old white men in the republic faction have this kind of temperament, so she doesn't expect these idiots to be polite to herself, and she doesn't need these fake politeness, Tifa will prove it with strength everything.

"If he is a real man with responsibility, he should know that only by truly bringing down Oswell can more innocent people be saved. This is a small loss for him!"

Falco didn't care whether those South American civilians were dead or alive, he just wanted to get evidence favorable to the Republican Party.

"No, sir, I prefer to call Bond's behavior the best of both worlds."

Tifa raised her beautiful eyebrows and said confidently: "In addition to perfectly protecting all the deceived civilians, Bond also successfully contacted Le En and reached a bet with Le En."

"As long as he wins the bet, Lehn will be our tainted witness."

"Sir, you should be very clear that only witnesses who truly have the blood of the Oswell family can truly become our trump card against the Oswell Group!"

Tifa smiled and recounted to Falco the bet between Romon and Lehn.

After listening to Tifa's retelling, Falco fell silent.

He twisted the pure gold pen on the desk, and after dismantling this beautiful pen into parts bit by bit, he said in a low voice:

"Jenfort, if you were sitting in my position, would you agree to such a nonsense plan of action?"

"At the cost of at least tens of millions of dollars, let a low-level FBI agent who has just joined the job take such a gamble with a winning rate of no more than 1%?"

"Jen Forte, this is reality, not an agent movie!"

Just listening to the superficial words, Falco seemed to be very firm in his rejection, but Tifa knew very well that if Falco really didn't agree with this plan at all, there was no need for him to remain silent for so long.

"For this gamble, I am willing to take a part of the risk in my personal capacity. I can put the million-dollar thank you gift from Southwest Airlines as a bet."