I cut reality into a movie

Chapter 026 The Boogeyman Returns

After singing the song 'Dead Wife', she obediently went to bed.

After hanging up the phone with Tifa, Romon adjusted his mood and started shooting his 'awakening' shot:

——Tifa's gentle and soothing singing, peacefully floating in the empty and quiet basement.

Until it was covered by a harsh knocking sound.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

In the basement, Romon kept swinging the hammer, smashing the concrete floor of the basement bit by bit.

At first, the banging sound was sharp and piercing, like two pieces of metal colliding violently.

However, as the concrete floor continued to be smashed, the knocking sound gradually changed from high-pitched to low-pitched, and finally turned into a popping sound, similar to the sound of patting soil.

bang.

Throwing away the hammer casually, Romon knelt down on the ground.

At this time, the quiet basement was once again covered by Tifa's gentle singing.

"How I wonder what you are, when the blazing sun is gone..."

Romon's hands covered in blood and mud trembled slightly in the singing, but slowly, the trembling calmed down, replaced by an indomitable determination to move forward.

Little by little, he pushed aside the shattered cement in front of him, and a large flat iron box appeared in the hole in front of Romon.

Turning the mechanical combination lock on the box, Romon opened the mysterious iron box under the concrete floor, which was full of various firearms and a pure black bulletproof suit.

At this point, the camera flips to the bathroom.

Romon tore off the blood-stained white T-shirt, revealing his muscular and muscular body.

The icy streams of water rushed out from the holes of the shower, washing away the blood stains on Romon's body little by little.

Then, looking at the only half of the mirror in the basement (the other half was shattered in the house explosion), he put on his bulletproof suit bit by bit.

Black shirt, black vest, black coat, and finally a black tie.

Romon dressed everything up, and John Wick, who had been doing nothing every day because of his wife's death, disappeared, and Boogeyman (Night Demon) replaced him.

In order to stay close to the original, Romon didn't add extra hacker attributes to the protagonist he played this time.

So in order for 'John Wick' to know who killed his dog and blew up his house, Romon had to perform an intelligence-gathering scene.

However, what San Francisco lacks most is all kinds of people who are willing to sell their secrets for money. As long as they go to the Tenderloin District and spend less than a few drinks, Romon will be able to 'know' about the gangster Witt from the mouths of the gangsters there. whereabouts.

Shadow of the Past bar.

Pushing open the heavy glass door of the bar, the loud music inside the bar immediately occupied Romon's five senses, making him doubt whether he had entered a bar or a disco.

"My friend, you look a bit unfamiliar. This is your first time here?"

As soon as Luo Meng sat down at the bar, a bartender with a warm smile came forward and asked, "What do you want to drink?"

"Bourbon, bourbon on the rocks."

Before Romon could speak, a little brother who was sitting next to him, who looked a bit Indian, spoke first.

"Bourbon?" Romon turned his head, looked at the little brother and asked, "Does bourbon have any special meaning here? For example, everyone who comes to the bar for the first time must drink this glass of wine."

"No, there's no such complicated meaning." The little brother shook his head: "I just thought, if you can buy me a glass of wine, I will order a glass of bourbon."

"Two shots of bourbon on the rocks."

Romon didn't talk nonsense, and directly ordered a drink for the Indian boy.

"Fuck god, my friend, your generosity shames God."

Looking at the wine glass that the bartender pushed in front of him, the little brother laughed, raised his glass to Romon and introduced himself: "Oneida Nanticoke, or you can call me a hamster."

"John Wick."

Romon also picked up the wine glass and touched Brother Hamster, then drank the wine in the glass and asked, "Hamster, how do you say this nickname...very individual? Is there any deep meaning in it?"

"Because I'm like a winter hamster that stores food for the winter, I also store a lot of valuable secrets in my head."

"It's almost done." The bartender interrupted: "Hamster, are you planning to cheat money with your rumored and false news again? At least someone treats you to a glass of wine, can you have a bottom line?"

"Who said it was a lie."

It's like being stepped on the tail... Well, the hamster doesn't have a tail, it's like being kicked in the butt, the hamster brother jumped up from the booth, pointed at the bartender and retorted: "My news is all from me!" How can you say that what you have collected so hard is a lie, at most it is different from the actual situation!"

"Hamster, really, listen to my advice, go back and find a serious job, gangsters are really not suitable for you, you are pretending to be a know-it-all, drinking in bars every day, but have you ever thought about it? , if one day, you really said something you shouldn't have said, what will happen to you?"

The bartender wiped his glass, and mentioned a name that cheered Romon: "Thompson, the commander of the Northern Division, is a hundred times better than your hamster, but he is such a police commander. Missing in our Tenderloin."

"Silently, without a trace, everyone can guess that he ended up badly, but no one can find out where his body is. The police station has come and gone several times, but every time they investigate, they can find out Come to a conclusion: Tenderloin is missing."

"Other than that, nothing."

"Hamster, I still say the same thing, Tenderloin is not suitable for a brat like you, you are too tender."

The bartender advised the hamster not to go to the 'Prison Department' road, but Romon interrupted him: "Mr. Bartender, listen to you, I know you are a knowledgeable person, so can I ask you about someone? "

"You ask." The bartender nodded: "As long as I know, I will tell you."

"Witt Tarasov." Romon said in a low voice, "Have you heard of this man?"

"Witt Tarasoff?" Before the bartender could respond, the hamster called out first: "My surname is Tarasoff, and my name is Witt. If I didn't guess, brother, are you looking for the young master of the Gravel Gang?" .”

"You know him?"

Romon's question made the hamster who had just been educated to be a little bit listless regained his composure: "The tarasov family's idiot, nine out of ten days spent in the Mengyao nightclub, to put it bluntly, if I and him Swapping identities, I have long led the Gravel Gang to dominate the entire United States."

The hamster scolded Fang Qiu's pride all over his face: "Don't talk about little Tarasov, even the old Tarasov, the big boss of the Rubble Gang, I know Men Qing'er, and I even know his private phone number." .”

"tell me!"

Chapter 027 Bar, Pencil, John Wick

"Huh? What did you say?"

The hamster froze for a moment.

"Don't you know the phone number of the Boss of the Gravel Gang? Tell me, I can buy it with money."

As Romon said, he took out a stack of dollars from his pocket, and the hamster just glanced at it, and his round eyes froze:

Good guy, it's worth several thousand, tens of thousands of dollars.

I'm posting today!

Waving the dollar in front of the hamster's $-$ pupils, Romon continued: "Give me the phone number, and the money will be all yours."

"415-254-3845."

Under the temptation of money, the hamster's mouth and eyes were connected in a straight line. Looking at the money, he told Romon the phone number of the Boss of the Gravel Gang.

After finishing speaking, he quickly grabbed the money in his hands without waiting for Romon's consent, and then looked at the bartender with a full face, the meaning was obvious:

Didn't you just scold me just now?Now my buddies hold thousands of dollars in their hands, who can't do it, little dog.

Facing the provocative eyes of the hamster, the bartender was not angry, but shook his head slightly, sighed "youthful", and stopped talking.

A hamster is not afraid of tigers as a newborn calf, but he has worked as a bartender at Tenderloin for so many years and knows that talking less and listening less is the bible for survival.

And watching Romon take out his phone, the bartender is also bad, just frantically looking at the hamster, but he just doesn't speak.

It took the hamster a long time to react before he realized that the bartender was talking about Romon, but when he turned around, Romon had already dialed the number according to the number he said.

"Brother, are you really a mother who dares to fight?"

The hamster was dumbfounded: "Now her mother is twelve o'clock in the middle of the night! Call old Tarasov now, are you courting death?"

The communication waves will not be interrupted by the hamster's yelling.

After two short busy tones, the phone was picked up, and a deep voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Garnett Tarasoff, who are you?"

"Your son, killed my dog, blew up my car, burned my house."

Romon's voice was deep, with lingering depression and anger, but old Tarasov had heard this voice too many times in his glorious and sinful life, and he didn't think it was annoying. What's so strange, even able to laugh:

"That's it? That's why you called me in the middle of the night and disturbed my sleep?"

"Boy, I don't know who you are, but if you call me alive, it is my son's tolerance for you. You have to learn to be grateful!"

After finishing speaking, old Tarasov hung up the phone, completely uninterested in listening to Romon's second sentence.

Because in his imagination, Romon is a completely low-level person, one of the thousands of ordinary people in San Francisco, and he doesn't deserve too much attention from him at all.

The voice in the phone receiver was replaced by blind voice again.

The hamster looked at the phone, then at Romon's gloomy face, and comforted him after a moment of silence:

"Brother John, the Gravel Gang has a big business and has always been so domineering, so I advise you not to mind too much. It is better to let this trouble go and start a new life."

"Otherwise, you really got them in a hurry. You didn't even know how you died. After all, you were not that Johnny Silverhand. Not only could you kill the leader of the Rubble Gang in prison, but you could also successfully escape from prison and disappear. Without a trace."

Although in the media, Romon was dealt with in a low-key manner as a prison escapee, but in the San Francisco gang circle, his pseudonym Johnny Silverhand has truly become a living legend on the road.

Especially hamsters, who adore the underworld and want to join gangs, are imprisoned youths who worship Romon even more.

It is estimated that every night when I go to bed, I have to dream several times of the handsome plot of myself killing all directions in the prison and then leaving the scene gracefully.

When the hamster was happily telling the glorious deeds of Johnny Silverhand, three gravel gangsters who happened to be drinking at the Shadow of the Past bar appeared behind the hamster.

Walking in the middle, the strongest one held the hamster by the back of his shirt, and lifted the hamster up: "Boy, you just sold the phone number of our BOSS, so let him be disturbed on the way to sleep."

"Me me me me me."

Just like the neck of a cat will freeze when it is caught, and the hamster will be too scared to move if it is caught by the back of its clothes. His trembling lips are no longer as talkative as before, but only continue to send out a single message similar to telegrams. sound.

"Are you from the Rubble Gang?" Looking at the three of them, Romon questioned.

"That's right kid, you and I belong to the gravel gang." Grinning his mouth, showing a mouthful of big yellow teeth, the strongest gangster grinned and said, "Look at you kid, the house is gone, the car is gone, and the dog is gone." For the sake of it, I will spare your dog's life."

"Leave all the money on your body, and then leave with gratitude. If I can still see you in ten seconds, you won't be able to leave today with all four limbs!"

After finishing speaking, the gravel gangsters raised their heads and laughed loudly. The insane laughter even covered the loud music in the bar.

"Ten seconds?"

Luo Meng shook his head: "You don't have to wait ten seconds, because you won't survive."

After finishing speaking, Romon picked up the empty wine glass on the table and threw it at the leader's face.

Snapped!

The wine glass collided with the face bone and shattered.

The splashed glass shards not only hurt the punk who was smashed, but even the two brothers on his left and right were scratched in the face by a lot of glass shards.

For a moment, there were wailing sounds.

Taking advantage of the moment when they lost their minds, Luo Meng picked up the pencils on the bar counter used to keep accounts, and rushed towards the three of them, picked the gangster who was closest to the bar counter, pressed his head, and slapped him sideways. Shot on the bar.

Then aiming at his upturned ear, he inserted the pencil in his hand into it.

"what!!!!!"

His ears were pierced, and the little gangster let out a mournful scream, but his real nightmare began now.

Romon firmly held the pencil in one hand, and turned his other hand into a hammer, driving the pencil into the bastard's skull bit by bit like a nail.

"White!"

Seeing his brother being killed, the eyes of the remaining two bastards were red. One of them rushed up, strangled Romon's neck with his arms naked, and the other took out a dagger and pointed at Romon's heart. Just tied it up.

"roll!"

The powerful leg strength exploded in an instant, and Romon kicked forward and leaned back, not only kicking away the gangster who was charging towards him with a knife, but also fell to the ground with the gangster behind him.

However, the gangsters of the Gravel Gang had received some professional training. Although they were caught off guard and fell to the ground after eating an iron mountain, the arms that were strangled around Romon's neck did not let go.

until.

Romon inserted the pencil with blood and minced flesh into his right eye hole, and pressed further, penetrating his brain.

two.