I cut reality into a movie

Compared with the arrogance and eagerness of the first call, the voice of the old Tarasov on the phone this time is much calmer: "Sir, I want to talk to you."

"Talk? Talk about what? Your son killed my dog, blew up my car, burned my house, I don't think there is anything to talk about."

Listening to the receiver, Romon stated the damage he suffered, and Witt almost choked himself to death with a mouthful of saliva:

"Fuck, you bastard, can you show some face! Your house is on fire, obviously because of a gas leak in your house, and this has nothing to do with me! Instead, we were almost killed by you, okay?"

The conversation, which was originally in a serious atmosphere, was interrupted by Witt, and the atmosphere instantly became wrong.

Old Tarasov gave his son a hard look, then cleared his voice, and said, "Sir, I think there is a little misunderstanding between you and my son, don't you?"

"Maybe we can find a place to meet and have a good chat to resolve the misunderstanding between us, what do you think?"

Old Tarasov wants to negotiate to solve the problem, but can Romon let him negotiate?

Very calmly, he cut off the unsuitable phone conversation just now from the camera, Romon continued to answer in a deadpan expression as if he had just picked up the phone

"Your son, kill my dog."

"I know, but that's just a dog after all."

Old Tarasov disagreed.

"That's the dog my dead wife left me!"

Romon corrected: "That's my only spiritual consolation! I can get out of the shadow of my deceased wife's death and embrace the world again, thanks to that dog."

"But today, your precious son Witt, along with a few of his friends, showed up at my house and beat my dog ​​to death with a baseball bat in front of my face!"

"It's right in front of my eyes! Knock it to death!"

Romon's voice became more and more serious, and at the back, it had turned into a low growl of gnashing of teeth.

"You fucking talk about flowers, it's just a dog!"

Old Tarasov also began to growl: "Does a dog understand? I won't owe you blood because of a dog, bastard!"

"No, you already owe it."

Romon's voice was as cold as the ten-thousand-year-old ice under the Antarctic ice layer. Just by brushing against his ears, the capillaries in the pinna were frozen into ice slag:

"Garnett Tarasoff, I am notifying you at this moment, and I am also notifying your child, Witt Tarasoff."

"—Whoever takes my dog's life, I will take his dog's life."

"Two, hurry up and enjoy the rest of your life."

After finishing speaking, Romon hung up the phone. Listening to the blind voice coming out of the receiver, the old Tarasov didn't do anything drastic. He just rubbed the brand-new iPhone in his hand into a made a roll.

"Find him, kill him, and do whatever it takes."

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Romon, who started a full-scale war with the Gravel Gang for a dog, became the top topic in the San Francisco gang circle, no, it became the top topic in the California gang circle.

Even for these gangsters who are accustomed to killing and revenge, an all-out war with a large gang over a dog is rare enough to be selected as a rare event of the year.

Of course, in addition to the weird reason for starting the war, another key factor that makes Romon famous is that he is too good at fighting.

Theoretically speaking, if a person faces a gang, the fate of this person must be to be dismissed after three days.

But on Romon's side, in three days, he almost wiped out the gravel gang.

Three casinos, seven nightclubs, six black clinics, four drug supermarkets, and more than 30 dry cleaners and slaughterhouses for money laundering.

It was as if Romon was taking a roll call, going one by one, clearing all these places.

And every time a venue is cleared, all account holders and personnel related to this venue will be made public.

It took decades for the Rubble Gang to bury the undercover piles at all levels of the San Francisco government, and expose them all to the sun.

Shadow of the Past bar.

Because of Romon's activity in the past few days, the Shadow of the Past bar has rarely been noisy during the day. The last time there were so many people drinking and chatting during the day was when the World Cup was played, and everyone gathered in the tavern to watch the game during the day.

But this time, the drinkers came to the bar during the day to watch the news, bragging for the first time to force Romon to bulldoze which industry of the Gravel Gang, and to find out some new undercover list.

Of course, if there is bragging, there will inevitably be gambling.

The Shadow of the Past Bar is the official host, and there is a quiz to guess how many undercover agents Romon will expose today.

In addition to guessing the number of undercover agents, guessing the location, department, and gender can all be used as guessing bets to increase the winning rate.

"I suppressed the North District today! There are five San Francisco branches, and four of them have undercover agents. I don't believe there is no North District. I suppress the North District!"

"I also bet on the North District, and I bet this bastard is a man."

"You crush the north and I crush the south, you crush the men and I crush the girls, you drink the wind and I crush the steaks, not much to say, I crush the Southern District Bureau."

Every day at ten o'clock in the morning is the time for Romon to publish the list of undercover agents online.

As the time drew closer, the betting sounds in the Shadow of the Past bar became louder and louder.

This is a carnival belonging to the fun people, but it is a shame belonging to the Rubble Gang, and it is also a nightmare for all the undercover gangs of the Rubble Gang, because every time the undercover list is revealed, it means that a group of undercover agents will be killed by amiable FBI agents. take away.

San Francisco Police Department, Northern Division.

A police commander who had just been transferred from the Central Branch in the morning was so frightened that his pants were wet when faced with the approach of FBI agents:

"Several detectives! You can't arrest people just because a gang lunatic is talking nonsense on the Internet! I have no connection with the Rubble Gang. You must not wrong me, a colleague of the police system! You can't wrong me I!"

"Mr. Sedry, can you cooperate with the investigation? We will never wrong any good person, nor let any bad person go. If you are innocent, we will naturally release you. Take it away!"

Plastic cable ties tightly restrained the police commander named Sedry. Several federal agents nodded to the rest of the police officers in the police station, and then pushed the gray-faced police commander to leave.

Seeing their leaving backs, Louise blinked with half a lollipop in her mouth:

"It's only been half a day, and the commander of our detachment is gone again. Tifa, do you think our detachment will be disbanded and reorganized if we continue to develop like this?"

Chapter 032 Target: John Wick ([-]rd)

"Why do we have to disband and reorganize? Rebellion is a personal issue of the commander. What does it have to do with our detachment?"

Tifa shook her head slightly, and said with emotion: "I'm more worried. It's just a gravel gang. There are so many undercover agents in the police station. There are so many other gangs in San Francisco. They will be in the police station again. How much eyeliner to install."

"Hey, hello! Dear police officer Janfort, let me interrupt you for a moment. You are just an ordinary police officer in the police station. It's good to care."

Listening to Tifa thinking about this dangerous undercover problem, Louise, who was worried that she would be targeted by bad guys, decisively interrupted her thinking and brought the topic to a more relaxed relationship:

"By the way, Tifa, I want to hear from you more than being undercover in the police station. Among the three gang killers that appeared recently, which one do you like better?"

"Huh?" Tifa was stunned for a moment: "Which one of the three gang killers do you like? What's your problem?"

"Tifa, are you pretending to be a fool with your mother Louise? I don't know about your junior high school girl's love values? Don't you just like this kind of cold-blooded killer with a bit of cowboy style?"

Walking to Tifa with a smile on her face, Louise bumped into Tifa's shoulder with an ambiguous face, stretched out her round fingers and counted: "The mysterious killer who destroyed Roger's clinic, the one who disemboweled MacDonald in prison Johnny Silverhand, and lately John Wick, who's turned the Gravel gang upside down."

"These three killers are proper protagonists in western novels, so they should fit the aesthetics of a cowboy girl like you?"

"Tell me, which one do you like best?"

Playfulness and ridicule are the main themes in Louise's pupils. She asked Tifa to choose her favorite partner from these three killers, just to play with Tifa, and she was ready to meet Tifa's contempt and white eyes.

However, the result surprised her. Tifa listened to her inquiry, like a junior high school girl whose relationship was discovered by her mother, she just obediently lowered her head and replied with a blushing face:

"Yeah, not really."

click.

this moment.

Louise felt her oak-coloured pupils split open: who is this?Is this still the Tifa I know?When did Tifa have such a girlish side?

She wouldn't really like those bastard killers, would she?

Oh God!What the hell is this!How could Tifa have such a weird hobby.

Faced with Tifa's passionate spring, Louise swallowed hard, as if seeing herself back then:

"Tifa, are you...really tempted?"

"Louis, don't talk nonsense! I... I just agree with it a little bit, a little bit!"

Ah~~~

Hopeless!

Tifa really fell into the pit!

Seeing Tifa's coy rebuttal gesture, Louise, a love master who has dated more than ten boyfriends since she was a child, can tell at a glance that Tifa has fallen in love.

The only thing she wondered now was which of the three killers Tifa liked.

Just as Louise was grabbing her own hair and thinking about which bastard cheated her friend away, the bald deputy director of the Northern District Bureau appeared in the police office and gave an order:

"Everyone, pack your gear and head to Pier 10 in the Bay Area in 61 minutes."

"Target: John Wick!"

Hearing the arrest target, all the police officers in the office were stunned for a moment, and then cast their suspicious eyes on the bald deputy director's shiny head.

"It has nothing to do with me, and it has nothing to do with being an undercover agent."

Knowing what the police officers were wondering, the bald deputy director explained: "This time the police force was dispatched to arrest John Wick. It was an order from the General Administration, not me."

"What's more, the General Administration's arrest of John Wick didn't mean that they wanted to cover up anything. It was simply because that bastard killed too many people. The number of people recorded in the case now exceeds three digits."

"Three digits, exactly three digits! Police officers, you can look at your mobile phone, look through history, and count the crazy gunmen who shot and killed three-digit victims. How many are there in history?"

"Don't forget your police identities and put yourself and criminals on the same line just because he has a reputation for punishing evil and promoting good on the Internet, and because he published a few scum inside the police force!"

"Okay, don't be dazed, pack up your equipment and go out."

After the bald deputy director finished speaking, his face was a little ashen, and he secretly sighed to Romon:

No way, this is reality, not a movie. As the San Francisco police, it is impossible for them to watch a gunman killing all directions in the urban area and ignore it.

Otherwise, the impact will be too bad.

Not to mention those white left masters in the city government, watching Romon promote the theory of blood debt and blood repayment of the rightists, the lungs are about to explode with anger.

These white leftists want to influence the world with 'love':

What shooting, what robbery, what drugs, what organ robbing, what human trafficking.

Those are the scars from childhood. These gang members are the real victims. They need the world to embrace them with love. How can they kill people with a gun.

So these white left masters also issued several administrative orders one after another, asking the San Francisco Police Department to arrest John Wick and bring him to justice immediately.

The entire San Francisco Police Department became active again because of Romon's activity.

Just when this group of police cars connected to cars, people side by side, armed with live ammunition, headed to Pier 61 in a dull manner.

Romon met an acquaintance at Pier 54.

"Hamster? Why are you here?"

Looking at the young hamster brother with a round head and a bit of Indian blood in front of him, Romon smiled curiously.

"I'll wait for you here, Mr. Wick."

The hamster repeatedly squeezed his short and fat fists, licked his dry and flaky lips, and finally made up his mind to say: "Mr. Wick, I have analyzed your movements over the past few days in detail, and guessed that you will go to Pier 61, a decisive battle with the Gravel Gang entrenched there."

"But this is Pier 54." Romon reminded.

"I know." The hamster nodded and continued to explain: "It's not bad that this is Pier 54, but there is an underground waterway connecting Pier 61, so I deduce that you will launch a surprise attack from here."

"Excellent reasoning."

Luo Meng looked at the hamster appreciatively: "So, you came here to block me, not just to say hello to me, right?"

"I want to follow you, Mr. Wick."

"Your worth?"

Romon didn't directly refuse, but instead asked with great interest.

"Mr. Wick, you are a foreigner from New York. Even you, a foreigner, can find out that Pier 54 is connected to Pier 61. Do you think the Gravel Gang didn't prepare in advance?"

"Come with me. I also know that there is another waterway connected to Pier 61. I discovered it when I was exploring the pier when I was a child. Apart from me, few people should know about it."

Chapter 033 Congratulations, You Got a Supporting Role

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