I cut reality into a movie

Hearing that the courier was coming, Luo Meng immediately entered the scene in a second, and his face that was full of smiles just now collapsed immediately.

Disappointment, pain, and despair climbed onto his handsome face.

Obviously the hair is neatly combed, the clothes on the body are also very clean, and there are obviously no problems in the living conditions, but it is because of Romon's face that the little brother delivering the courier at the door is startled.

"Oh! FUCK! Dude, what's wrong with you? There's something wrong with your face."

The courier boy was so scared that he even forgot his honorifics, pointed at Luo Meng's face, and asked him to go to the hospital to check: "Otherwise, I'll call 911 for you?"

"No, I'm fine?"

Luo Meng shook his head weakly, and said coldly: "It's just that I will never see another person who is very important to me."

"Sorry! Really, sorry!"

Knowing that he asked something that shouldn't be asked, the courier brother quickly lifted up the pet cage on the ground: "Mr. Wick, this is your courier, please sign for it."

Wang!

In line with the courier brother's introduction, the pet dog in the cage let out a whine.

"a dog?"

Luo Meng was puzzled, and deliberately opened the dog cage in front of the courier boy, and carried the robot beagle out of it.

Although Luo Meng was confident that the robot dog he made was no different from a real dog, he still planned to try it with the courier boy first.

"Sir, what a lovely little Beagle."

"Thank you."

The courier boy was just a courtesy compliment, but it was enough for Romon. He hugged the puppy, signed the courier order, and then turned around and returned home to start his second half of the one-man show.

This paragraph is about the warming up of his relationship with the dog. Thanks to this robot dog, he can move his fingers like an arm. Otherwise, communicating with animals is quite complicated for Romon.

Time flies by during the shooting.

By the time Romon finished all his one-man shows, it was already five days later.

After taking a refreshing bath, Romon stretched out of the bathroom, looked at his gray-and-white house, and suddenly said with emotion:

"Sure enough, the scenes in the movie are not constructed indiscriminately. The main color of John Wick's house not only looks depressing under the camera, but also depressing enough when I live here for a long time."

Shaking his head, then patted his face, after Romon gave himself a sober massage, he adjusted his mood and went to the dining table, and opened the driving records of the gang leader Witt in the past few days.

"Good guy, as long as you don't date female celebrities, you go to Mengyao Nightclub every day to have a good time, right? Even if it's your place, you don't go there every day, can your kidney take it?"

Looking at Witt's driving record, showing up at Mengyao nightclub at ten o'clock every night, Luo Meng couldn't help but complain.

"But it's good for you to go to Mengyao every day, at least that place is not far from my current home, it's very suitable for us to meet halfway."

After finishing speaking, Romon leaned over and picked up his robot dog, and ran into the gangster.

In the sleazy stalking and encounter scene of the Crusher Hounds, Romon will show him the correct version himself.

If the Hound had a soul and could see.

023 Let go of my dog!

Like a homeless guy on the street with a hangover.

Dirty, muddy, smelly, and lifeless—the Mengyao Nightclub under the early morning sun is not dreamy or dazzling at all.

"Ah~~~~"

Yawning full of alcohol, Gravel helped Eldest Witt wake up from his lethargy. He tried to twist his body to get up in a daze, but he didn't move at all.

It turned out that there were two young girls on his body.

Fair-skinned and beautiful, with wild and sexy tattoos on their bodies, they look incredibly alluring just by sleeping there.

It's a pity that for Witt, who lost his passion last night, these two attractive girls are completely annoying:

"Go away! Go away! Don't you know that you are pressing me?"

Completely lacking in the pity and tenderness of last night, Witt roughly pulled the hair of the two, threw them off the bed, then yawned indifferently, and went to the bathroom to take a shower, completely ignoring the screams of the two ladies.

After taking a cold shower and fully waking up, Witt changed into clean clothes and walked out of the suite. He waved to the attendants who had been waiting outside and asked, "How are you doing? Brothers, how was your night last night?"

"It's quite comfortable. The purity of the goods that came this time is very good. It's not like the last batch of goods, which caused rashes all over the body."

"Heh, what did I say, that group of old Mos just eat hard and soft bones, as long as our side is more ruthless, they will obediently submit."

Raising his nostrils and letting out a disdainful sneer, Witt grabbed half a glass of whiskey on the bar and poured it into his mouth, squinted his eyes, smacked his lips, and after a high-pitched 'cool', he continued to ask:

"What about the hound? Is there any explanation? Why did he suddenly remember to follow the note, but was shot dead on the spot after being discovered?"

"The executive speculates that it should have something to do with Johnny Silverhand."

"Is it related to Johnny Silverhand? This bastard is also in collusion with the police?"

"It wasn't stated in the Hound's operation report, but the executive speculated that Silverhand and the cop were in collusion."

"Speculation, speculation, it's all fucking speculation! Are we going to fight the San Francisco cop just because of the speculation?"

It was all speculation, Witt patted the table irritably.

After venting some unhappiness in his heart, Witt said: "Forget it! Let the old man worry about this shit! Anyway, he is the leader of the gang, and I am not."

Thinking that everything in the gang is supported by his father, Witt didn't criticize his impoverished brain too much, instead he waved to a few followers: "Go, let's go outside."

It is said to be breathable, but it is actually a different place.

Sit in the driver's seat, take a full mouthful of grass first, wait for the psychedelic energy to hit your head, and then turn up the rock music in the car stereo to the loudest, Witt, the scum of the world, get high early in the morning up.

dong dong dong dong!

With the roaring engine of the muscle car of the last century, coupled with the exciting drumbeat of rock music, Witt and his party felt like driving out of the disco.

What's even crazier is that he is not the only car playing disco on the street.

Since the legalization of hawthorn has been promoted in various states in the United States, there have been more and more addicted drivers on the streets of the United States.

This is also the reason why Witt, the leader of the gangster, killed the actress and her boyfriend in a car accident a few days ago, and there was no police investigation at all.

Because there are too many drivers with mental problems, it is not impossible for the president to have a car accident, let alone a celebrity.

Driving, Witt danced wantonly on the streets of San Francisco.

Until, a gray figure firmly caught his gaze.

"Oh! Shit! Ford Mustang 1969! It's still so well preserved! Am I blessed by God today? I can see this car."

Looking at the Ford Mustang that Romon was driving, Witt, who was so confused that his brain was a little short-circuited, subconsciously followed behind Romon, which made Romon a little surprised:

"Good guy, why are you so easy to get hooked? With your level of cooperation, I have to doubt whether you have peeked at my script."

The fish actively bit on the hook so naturally, Romon didn't stay in a daze, and brought Witt to a gas station not far from his villa.

Romon pretended to refuel the car, and Witt took this opportunity to come to Romon's side, put his elbows on the roof of the car, and smiled at Romon who was refueling:

"The car is nice!"

"Thank you."

"Ford Mustang 1969, a car from 50 years ago, it was the first time I saw it in San Francisco that could be preserved like yours."

"I also just moved to San Francisco not long ago."

"Really, then welcome to San Francisco, I promise you will fall in love with it."

As Witt said, he opened his hands, obsessively touched the paint surface on the roof, and said, "Brother, your car is really good, let's make a price."

"A price? No, no, I don't plan to sell this car."

Romon chuckled and shook his head, hung the refueling gun back on the refueling machine, then turned around and entered the cab, as if he was about to step on the accelerator to leave.

While Romon was doing all this, Witt just watched him quietly, to see if he had hidden a gun under his clothes.

Heh, an ordinary person.

After confirming that the belt around Romon's waist was clean, Witt's eyes were swallowed by greed, and he even wanted to rob Romon's car on the spot.

But looking at the cars coming and going around, I could only suppress the madness in my heart, leaned down, put my head into the car and said:

"Friend, a friendly reminder, don't reject people casually in San Francisco, or you will end badly."

"Are you threatening me?"

"No, I'm reminding you, reminding you not to..."

Wang!

Wang Wang Wang!

The barking of the puppy interrupted Witt's threat.

Following the barking of the dog, he looked down at the little beagle on the co-pilot, and pinched the dog's mouth with his hand: "I hate being interrupted when I talk."

bump!

Romon also quickly reached out, squeezed Witt's wrist firmly, and while exerting strength, he gritted his teeth and said, "Let go of my dog!"

"What if I don't let go?"

The sneer on Witt's face hadn't fully bloomed yet, the pain from the wrist bone made him scream: "Ah!!!!"

"Master, what's wrong with you!"

Witt's younger brothers immediately surrounded Romon's car, and at the same time reached into the hem of his clothes, which meant clearly: if you don't let go, we will shoot.

"I repeat, let go of my dog."

Unmoved, Romon just continued to press Witt.

"FUCK YOU!"

He scolded quite harshly, but Witt obediently let go of Romon's dog in the end, and then Romon grabbed his wrist and pushed him out of the car.

hum! ! !

The engine roared violently, and Romon didn't even press the car horn, and started the car and drove forward. The meaning was obvious: If you don't want to die, you can continue on the road.

Obviously, no one can face death directly.

Facing the oncoming Ford Mustang, Witt's younger brothers quickly dodged to the sides, leaving a wide road for Romon to leave.

Seeing the car image of Romon leaving, Witt was so angry that his face turned purple.

While rubbing his swollen wrist, he ordered to the younger brothers around him: "Find out where his home is. Tonight, I want him to experience the hospitality of the Gravel Gang!"

Chapter 024 In order to let you sneak attack, am I easy?

"Have you found that bastard's home?"

At [-]:[-] p.m., the Mengyao Nightclub hadn't opened yet. In the spacious hall, only Witt was sitting at the bar drinking.

Walking quickly to Witt's side, the younger brother reported: "Go back to the young master, I found it, that kid lives at No. 314 Shudong Street."

"Um... OK."

Witt nodded slightly, and continued to ask: "What about other things, such as that kid's background information, have you found anything?"

"I also found out that the kid's name is John Wick, three generations of Chinese, and he just moved to San Francisco from New York."

The younger brother continued to report as if he was asking for credit, without thinking too much about whether his investigation went too smoothly.

"Yoho, I moved here from New York, no wonder that bastard is so arrogant, so he came from the big city of New York!"

Hearing that Romon was from New York, the anger on Witt's face was even stronger, as if recalling some unpleasant things.

"Master, what's next? What should we do?"

"What should I do? At eleven o'clock in the evening, drive to his house. I want to show this New Yorker the enthusiasm of the West Coast with my own hands!"

The flame of vengeance spread in Witt's eyes.

Burn from day to night.

From Mengyao nightclub to Luo Meng's single-family villa.

For tonight's sneak attack, Witt specially changed to a quiet tram, lest his old muscle car make too much noise and cause unnecessary trouble.

But when he took his younger brother and drove to Luo Meng's house.