I cut reality into a movie

Tifa bluntly expressed her attitude towards the perpetrator.

How to put this attitude, it can only be said that it fits perfectly with Romon's thoughts.

"Officer Tifa, although I have said this sentence many times, I still want to say it to you today: meeting you is definitely the greatest luck in my life."

Romon once again expressed his satisfaction with Tifa, the heroine, from the director's level.

Then, as if remembering something, he took out a silver bullet with Tifa's bust engraved on the shell from his pocket, and pushed it to Tifa on the opposite side of the table.

"It's a custom-cased .300 Normagnum round for long-range shooting in all major sniper rifles, and can also be loaded into some specific revolvers."

Looking at the silver bullet that Romon pushed over, and the engraved bust of herself raising the gun and shooting on the shell, Tifa was stunned.

At home, she does prepare herself for gifts.

But she was preparing to receive a diamond ring for engagement, but Romon suddenly took out a bullet and handed it to her, which was completely beyond her comprehension.

Although, on this bullet, his own bust was engraved so lifelike that he had put a lot of thought into it, but in a lover's restaurant like Swan Lake, it was somewhat unreasonable to give a bullet to his girlfriend.

Although I like firearms, I don't want to receive a bullet as a gift in this environment!

Tifa was puzzled and said to Romon, "Romon, I don't quite understand."

"Officer Tifa, this is a promise."

Romon pushed the bullet on the table forward again: "I want to promise you that in this world, there is only one person who can kill me, and that is you, my Miss Jerusalem."

Tifa couldn't remember how she got home, she had been looking at the silver bullet in her hand all the way, thinking about the promise Romon had made to her.

"Romon, you are an out-and-out bastard!"

Sitting by the window, Tifa reflected her bust in the moonlight, looked at the soft light reflected above, and slowly raised the corners of her mouth.

For Tifa, you can imagine her girlish feelings in the apartment.

But time is tight, tasks are heavy, and Luo Meng, who is waiting for the film to be released, is not as leisurely as her.

After the sweet scene of Tifa as the 'late ex-wife' is finished, Romon will officially open the story of John Wick.

The first thing to do is to make Witt, the young gangster, hate himself.

It's best to take a fancy to your own car and want to take it home and drive it yourself.

Using a Trojan horse program to hack into Witt's personal computer, Romon could see through the kid's underpants, and even knew exactly what kind of movies he liked to watch on the P station.

"Good guy, I'm still a tauren lover, this doesn't make you dead, I'm really sorry for my title of 'Pure Love Warrior'."

After complaining about Witt's personal hobbies, Romon looked through his recent search keywords for vehicles, and found that this kid turned out to be a classic car enthusiast, especially muscle cars from the 70s and [-]s.

"Good guy, this one is really cooperative, I like this kind of cooperative group performance."

After discovering that the gangster likes classic cars, Romon stopped bowing and went directly to John Wick's favorite car, the 1969 Ford Mustang.

After thoroughly looking inside and out of the gangster's personal computer, Romon looked up at the wall clock. It was already the next morning.

Yawning and stretching, Romon casually summoned a few Cantonese-style refreshments, and while finishing his breakfast, he started watching today's morning news:

"It's really regrettable that Hollywood's rising star Jolie unfortunately got into a car accident last night and died together with her boyfriend in the accident."

Nova Jolie?

Isn't this the actress who had dinner with the gangster last night?Why did he get into a car accident with his boyfriend in one night and die unexpectedly?

Couldn't it be the tauren lover who was the boss of the gangster?

Romon, who instinctively sensed something was wrong, quickly hacked into the surveillance camera of the Swan Lake restaurant by using the back door left when he changed the dining location.

Sure enough, shortly after Romon sent Tifa home, the actress' boyfriend, who was in trouble, appeared in the Swan Lake restaurant. Not only did he want to take his girlfriend away by force, but he also started a fight with the gangster.

Although it was the victim's boyfriend who was beaten badly in the end, Witt, as the young master of the Gravel Gang, obviously wouldn't let them go so easily.

After all, you can't expect a gangster who is engaged in drug dealing, organ trafficking, gambling, prostitution, and human kidnapping to be the master who calms down the troubles.

In the credo of this kind of person's life, there has always been only peace of mind and peace of mind—that is, when the person is dealt with, the matter will disappear.

Then, this is not a coincidence.

Romon is also a lord who likes to leave people alone. He has no good way to reincarnate his filthy boyfriend who died innocently, but at least he can avenge him so that he can go to heaven with his eyes closed.

As for going to heaven, whether he can still meet his good girlfriend is his business.

After finishing breakfast, Romon, who is the youth version of God, doesn't need to sleep, just snap his fingers, adjust his body and spirit to the best state, and then Romon goes out to do what Conan loves most——

Put a tracker on the vehicle of the gangster Witt.

Only in this way can we analyze his trajectory and arrange an appropriate "encounter at the gas station" scene.

As for why he didn't just hack into Witt's car, but had to go out and press the tracker, Romon could only complain, who made this bastard like classic cars with pure mechanical structures, even if Romon's hacking skills Even if it is full, it cannot be hacked into the speedometer composed of gears and engine oil.

At the same time that Romon drove an unassuming black Toyota, according to the San Francisco traffic video, looking for Witt's whereabouts.

Azawak, the hound who has been tracking him, finally made a new breakthrough in 'hunting'.

The hound set his sights on Tifa.

Or the Hound deserves to be the best tracker of the Rubble Gang, the reason why he targeted Tifa: just because Tifa shot too quickly in the incident of Romon's deliberate bank robbery, and rushed into the bank single-handedly to deal with the gunmen. Not the attitude San Francisco police should have.

Just relying on this small detail, the Hound had to wonder if Tifa knew Romon, and then deliberately cooperated with him in jail, acting out such a bank robbery.

With the hunting direction, the hound, which smelled blood, immediately appeared beside Tifa.

Unlike Romon, who can become a hacker in seconds, he can't directly hack Tifa's electronic equipment to obtain information, so he can only use the most primitive investigation method-follow-up investigation.

The Hound was confident, with his 'excellent sense of smell', that if Tifa leaked a tell, he would be able to catch Johnny Silverhand behind the policewoman.

It's a pity that some people are born to be hounds and some are born to be hunters.

As an ancestor for 200 years, Tifa is a hunter family, but the moment he walked out of the police station, he realized that he was being targeted.

Without turning her head indiscriminately to expose herself, Tifa just looked through the rearview mirror of the cars parked on the street, and determined that the gray Passat on the corner was the person following her.

"Is this trying to find Romon's whereabouts through me?"

"But it's a pity that Romon's life belongs to me alone! I won't allow anyone to take him away!"

Chapter 020 So, Farewell

The San Francisco Police Department's standard model for street patrol officers is the police version of the Dodge Challenger.

The powerful horsepower of the 3.6L Pentastar V6 engine allows the police driving it to easily catch up with the drag racing parties.

But today's Tifa doesn't need the challenger's powerful horsepower. Her goal is not to throw off the stalker, but to hang him and capture or kill him by 'normal' means.

"This bastard dared to follow a policeman so blatantly. It seems that it's time for him to experience the punishment of the police with an iron fist."

Through the rearview mirror, Tifa looked at the gray Passat following behind her, with her slender lips slightly raised to the sides.

"Huh? Why did this car suddenly turn?"

The smile that Tifa just evoked froze on her face as the gray Passat turned around behind her.

She blinked, her beautiful amber pupils were full of disbelief: "Could it be that my intuition is wrong, isn't that car coming to follow me?"

"But it shouldn't be. My intuition is very accurate. Not to mention human hostility, even the puma hiding in the dense forest, I can feel whether it is eyeing me."

Tifa, whose intuition has never been wrong, was a little dazed for a while.

She touched her cheek and murmured softly, "Could it be that I was too excited yesterday and slept too late, which caused me to be in a bad state today and my intuition to fail?"

Taking advantage of waiting for the traffic light at the intersection, Tifa pulled out the bullet pendant she had made overnight, and said with a helpless smile, "Little bastard, I use you as a lucky talisman, so don't trick me."

Red light, turning green amidst Tifa's soliloquy.

She stepped on the accelerator lightly, and just as the car passed the intersection, the hostility locked on her back again.

Looking in the rearview mirror, Tifa once again identified the source of the hostility:

It was a blue Toyota pickup.

Although it is not the same car as the gray Passat just now, Tifa can be sure that the person following him is the same person.

"Change the car early to follow me? This bastard definitely has my patrol route!"

As a police patrol officer, Tifa's street patrol route is fixed when there are no emergencies.

Every time she arrives at a patrol point, she has to stop and take out her mobile phone to check in. This is the KPI assessment of the police station. Otherwise, if the patrolmen can randomly wander around the city, the police station will have to suspect whether they have fished.

Having a fixed route means that the stalker can ambush in advance. If it wasn't for Tifa's outstanding intuition, if it were an ordinary policeman, he would really fall into the stalker's way.

"I don't know which bastard sold my information, don't let me catch that bastard."

The Gravel Gang is not the FBI, and Tifa doesn't think the Gravel Gang can put another undercover agent in the Northern Division in such a short period of time.

After all, apart from being undercover, Tifa's colleagues in the police may not have clean hands and feet. Tifa knows very well that this group of people can sell their souls as long as they are given enough money, let alone sell some information about their colleagues.

After dialing the phone number of her friend Louise, Tifa ordered in a deep voice, "Louise, find a quiet place, I have something to talk to you about."

"Wait for me for 30 seconds."

Hearing Tifa's voice, Louise knew there was something urgent. Without a word of nonsense, she walked into an empty interrogation room and asked, "Okay, there's no one around me. Tell me, you meet me?" What's the matter?"

"I don't know who leaked my patrol route." Tifa said, "I'm being followed right now."

"Are you really being followed?"

Hearing that Tifa's personal information was sold, Louise was not surprised that it was sold, but was surprised that Tifa was really being followed.

"What did you say? I'm really being followed?"

Tifa raised her eyebrows, keenly aware that something was wrong: "Louis, what do you mean, you know that my patrol route has been leaked?"

"It's like this Tifa." Louise quickly explained: "This morning, when I was in the bathroom, I heard Selena chatting with someone, saying that you are so popular that there are lovers who are willing to pay a high price for you patrol route, just to have a romantic encounter with you."

"Huh? Infatuated?"

Tifa was numb: "What nonsense is an infatuation! Which infatuation will keep changing vehicles while following me, I am obviously being targeted!"

Hearing the reason why her patrol route was sold, Tifa was speechless.

She seriously doubted whether her colleagues had attended the safety education class of the police station. How could they be so stupid as to sell their colleagues' patrol routes casually.

Or is it that the price offered by the other party is too high, making these people forget what the word 'confidentiality' means.

Or maybe, jealousy.

After time and space, Louise, who has a good heart with Tifa, helped her friend make up for the possibility of being sold.

After all, Tifa doesn't pay attention to gossip every day, and she doesn't know much about the people and the world in the police station. She, Louise, is a good gossip, and she has a clear understanding of the personnel relations in the entire North District Bureau.

She is very clear that while Tifa is admired by countless male police officers, she is also hated by many female police officers. These female police officers are not sure how much they pay, but in order to add trouble to Tifa, they must be willing to share her information. sell.

hey~~~

Sighing helplessly, Louise asked, "Tifa, what are you going to do next? Do you want the police to support you and drive that stalker away?"

"I think it can be directly arrested."

Tifa's eyes sharpened: "I will continue to hang him for a while, so you take this opportunity to go to the surveillance room and save the surveillance video of him following me."

"When the time is right, I will contact the bureau again to make an arrest. I don't believe this bastard has the guts to follow me, but he doesn't have the guts to hold a black gun."

In theory, the United States is indeed a free trade in guns, but in practice, it is still more troublesome to legally own guns, especially for criminals engaged in gang business, it is even more difficult to legally own guns.

And gangsters, gangsters, they are all in the underworld, who cares whether the guns in their hands are legal or not, but if these gangsters are caught, illegal possession of guns is the lightest crime.

Therefore, Tifa can be sure that the members of the Rubble Gang who followed her are absolutely illegal to hold guns, and as long as they can stop him, they can be legally arrested.

However, there is always a slight discrepancy between reality and speculation. The hound following Tifa is not illegally holding a gun at all. He is illegally holding a whole batch of arms.

People's fear stems from the lack of firepower. As a professional killer, the hound always keeps a spare gun in the car, and with the two Boretta automatic pistols, as long as the environment is suitable, the hound has the confidence to be alone. Take down a squad.

Unless he was surrounded by surprise.

Eating fried chicken and singing, the hound Azawak was still bragging about his extraordinary tracking technology, which even professional policemen couldn't detect.

Little did he know that he had already been marked as a red target in the road monitoring of the police station.

"All members of the arrest team listened to the order. The arrest was carried out at the intersection of 17th Avenue. The target was a blue Chevrolet Trailblazer. Repeat, the arrest was carried out at the intersection of 17th Avenue. The target was a blue Chevrolet Trailblazer!"

In the car intercom of the police car chasing, the serious voice of the commander is continuously heard, which is in stark contrast to the loud rock music in the hound car stereo

Humming a ditty, waiting for the red light.

In the eyes of the bloodhound, the parking at the junction of 17th Avenue was just an ordinary normal parking, and he even had the leisure to complain about Tifa's police Dodge in front of the car:

"Or, even if you are a policeman, you have to climb to a high place. As a small policeman, your daily task is to suck the exhaust of cars on the street where cars come and go. When you encounter traffic lights, you have not sounded your horn. Forcibly rushing past, she can only wait for time obediently, which is really aggrieved for her mother."