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Since the deputy director learned about the existence of such an underground waterway, he bet that Romon would come from this underground waterway, so he also sent a large number of police to guard the waterway.

It's a pity that his advance layout is destined to be in vain.

"Why hasn't this bastard come here yet! It stands to reason that this kind of lunatic killer wouldn't be afraid of being surrounded by the police!"

Secott tugged at his few hairs irritably, and the more he looked at the various command plans in the command vehicle, the more upset he became, and finally decided to take a walk outside the vehicle and go to the beach to relax.

Taking haughty steps, Secourt came to the shore, and happened to see a beautiful figure, caressing the metal fence on the pier, looking at the sea and meditating.

Tifa Genfort.

A name Secourt will never forget.

He still clearly remembered that when Tifa first came to the police station to report a few months ago, he had his eyes on this attractive young girl.

At that time, he was still very confident, thinking that if he just gave this girl the position of commander of the entire police force, he would be able to trick people into sleeping.

But in the end, not only was my suggestion ineffective, but it was also recorded by this bastard woman, which made me frightened for a long time.

Heh, I saw this bastard woman again!

Seriously, don't let me seize the opportunity, or I will definitely make her regret it for the rest of her life!

Looking at Tifa's back, Sekot gritted his teeth, then walked up slowly, and said deliberately:

"Officer Jane Forte, the police station gave you the task of defending Pier 61, are you just defending in a daze?"

"Defense Pier 61?"

Tifa didn't even bother to turn her head, she just looked at Sekot out of the corner of her eye, "Sir, as far as I know, Pier 61 has not received any warning of a terrorist attack, so how can we defend ourselves?"

"Instead, there is a notorious gang leader entrenched here. I don't know when the police station will issue an arrest order!"

Needle-pointed, Tifa's sarcasm written on his face made Sekot's face flush instantly: "The gang leader? Do you have evidence? If you don't have evidence, how can you, as a San Francisco policeman, slander a policeman like this?" Innocent citizens of San Francisco?"

"Pfft, innocent San Francisco resident?"

Tifa couldn't hold back, and sneered directly: "All right, since the officer thinks that without evidence, he is an innocent citizen, then let's think so."

"However, some people are different from us. He is not a policeman. He does not need evidence to act, but only his conscience."

"Jenfort!" Secourt snarled, "Watch your manner, you're a policeman! You're talking to a murderer like that! Are you his accomplice?"

"At least I'm not an accomplice of the Tarasov family." Tifa raised the corners of her lips slightly, her face full of sarcasm.

"you!"

Secourt pointed at Tifa's hand and began to tremble. Suddenly, he relaxed, as if remembering something, and smiled at Tifa: "By the way, Officer Janfort, I heard that your marksmanship is very good. Alright, so when John Wick appears next time, I hope to see you in the attack group."

"If I can, of course I will go to the tough team to tackle the tough ones."

Tifa looked at Secourt, who was taller than him, and said, "It's just that some commanders should think about it before I attack. The defensive formation he arranged can really stop John Wick? Maybe they have already Under your nose, kill Tarasov."

Tifa undoubtedly trusted Romon.

She never thought that Romon would be stupid enough to attack the police encirclement head-on. In her opinion, that cunning hacker kid would definitely sneak into Pier 61 in a way that no one could have imagined, and finish off Tarasov and his son.

As it turned out, her trust was correct.

At this moment, Romon has already arrived outside the old Tarasov's office.

Facing the thick office door covered with expensive crocodile skin, Romon knocked on it.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom.

Every time Romon knocked, it was like hitting old Tarasov's heart with a hammer.

Old Tarasov, who had just finished venting to the secretary, was still dressed in neat clothes. He heard the knock on the door from the god of death, tremblingly picked up the revolver in the drawer, and prepared to fight to the death.

But soon, he put the gun back in the drawer, turned to pick up the vodka on the table, poured himself two glasses, and then said thoughtfully:

"come in."

The heavy office door opened slowly.

Seeing the black death walking in from the door, the old Tarasov said, "You are John Wick? You are a little younger than I thought."

"Garnett Tarasov, you are as old as I imagined. It seems that your bastard son has given you a lot of trouble."

Smiling, Romon stepped forward. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, and he saw the blood on the floor. Following the blood, Romon saw the female secretary lying on the ground in disheveled clothes.

"She could have been immortal." Old Tarasov said, "It was you, the god of death, who came and took her and everything I had."

"So, I'm going to take you away now."

Crouching down and closing the painful eyes of the female secretary, Romon went to old Tarasov's desk and raised his gun.

"Don't you want a glass of wine before you start? Count it as the first and last glass of wine I invite you." Picking up the vodka on the table, old Tarasov handed it to Romon.

"No."

Luo Meng shook his head: "I don't really want to drink with people from the Gravel Gang, because you have rejected me, and I am more vengeful."

"However, there is a question. I really want you to answer it. Where is your son? Why didn't I see him at Pier 61?"

"I hid him." Tarasov drank the wine in his glass, "Hiding him in a place you will never find."

"Garnett Tarasoff, there is nothing in this world that cannot be found. I will find your son like I found your secret vault."

"What did you say you found?"

Old Tarasov's face was instantly livid, and he was no longer as calm as before.

"I found your little vault."

"Why, don't you believe it?"

Luo Meng sneered, pulled the diamond bag off his belt, and threw it on the table: "Is this diamond bag familiar? You should have put many diamonds in it yourself."

"Impossible! You can't find it there!"

Old Tarasov was completely panicked. He subconsciously looked out the window and saw the thick smoke rising from the direction of the vault.

Just when he was desperate, Romon lightly added to him:

"By the way, I forgot to tell you, I burned your treasury, and only this bag of diamonds is left."

"But the good news is that your son won't need the money there, because he will be found, and then..."

Romon took out a diamond and smashed it with the butt of his gun: "I will smash Witt Tarasov's skull just like I smashed this diamond!"

Chapter 038 Romon: I'm Not Good at Making Girls Happy

Old Tarasov is gone.

The way he died was not peaceful.

In his muddy old eyes, there were mixed unwillingness, anger, despair, powerlessness, and finally, the lingering expectation and prayer for his son.

Old Tarasov was obviously not that qualified as a human being.

But as a father, he still tried his best. Even at the last moment of his life, he still cared about his ineffective son.

"Farewell, Garrett Tarasoff."

Saying goodbye to the old Tarasov who fell on the ground, Romon walked to the desk, picked up the vodka on it, and poured half a glass of wine for himself and the hamster: "Hamster, would you like a drink? As a way to defeat the villain BOSS Celebrate later."

"Since you invited me, let me have a drink too, although I don't know what role I played in this revenge operation."

Seeing that Romon managed everything by himself with ease, the hamster touched the SIG Sauer P365 in his arms, and felt more and more that the gap between himself and Romon was insurmountable.

It seems that I still have a long way to go in the future.

When this matter is over, I will go to the shooting range to practice shooting well, so that I can help Mr. Wick in the next operation.

Making up his mind, the hamster drank the vodka in the glass, and then asked Romon:

"Mr. Wick, what shall we do next? The entire Pier 61 is surrounded by the police, how do we leave?"

"Of course it was swaggering, leaving from the front."

Romon rummaged through old Tarasov's desk, and then took out a bunch of keys from the bottom drawer and threw it to the hamster: "I have checked in advance, old Tarasov has a helicopter at Pier 61 , we will leave by helicopter."

"Fly the plane?"

Holding the key thrown by Romon, the hamster looked at the tip of his shoe with a face of shame: "That... Mr. Wick, I don't know how to fly a helicopter."

"It's okay, I will drive."

"You can also fly a plane?" Although he had a premonition, the hamster still opened his mouth in surprise when he heard Romon say that he could fly a plane: "Is there anything in this world that you don't know?"

"Something I don't know?"

Luo Meng raised his eyebrows lightly, shrugged and said, "Interpersonal communication, I'm not very good at this, especially when it comes to communication with women, I'm even more mediocre, always making the atmosphere very silent."

Romon was talking about the communication process between him and Tifa, because Tifa was too aggressive and defensive, and Romon would often penetrate the armor unconsciously and enter the silent state after the battle damage.

Whenever this happens, Romon will misunderstand that he has too low EQ, and chats to death.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wick, to remind you of something unpleasant."

Thinking that Romon was lamenting his relationship with his dead wife, the hamster immediately apologized.

Feel sorry?

Luo Meng was stunned for a moment, and then realized: Fuck, just remember to remove the camera, and forget that there are other actors beside him.

Because he has been operating the camera, Romon knows very well when he is on the scene and when he is taking a break. When there is a camera, he can enter the scene and enter the character in a second. When the camera leaves, he will return to normal and become An outsider.

When he was filming a one-man show alone, his habit was fine, but now with a hamster by his side, it's easy for him to run away from time to time.

But Luo Meng doesn't intend to change his habit, because he is the director and the male number one forever, in his plays, only others cooperate with him, and he doesn't cooperate with others.

If someone can't keep up with his rhythm, then change actors. Anyway, the most indispensable thing in this world is people, and Luo Meng has no interest in making compromises.

No matter how the hamster thought about himself, anyway, Romon was just chatting, and his subordinates kept moving.

After putting away old Tarasov's mobile phone and personal computer, Romon looked around and found that he had nothing else to take, then raised his chin at the hamster:

"It's time to leave, let's go."

This time, the hamster didn't hesitate. While Romon was searching for his phone and computer, he has already put away the diamond bag on the table and put it in his pocket.

The two, one in front and one behind, walked on the aisle leading to the apron on the roof.

In the quiet corridor, there were only two empty footsteps. At this moment, the hamster seemed to suddenly remember something, and asked Romon:

"By the way, Mr. Wick, I was actually surprised when I came out of the tunnel. What about the police? Didn't you say that all the police in the city came here to arrest you? Why didn't you meet any of them?"

"It's normal if they don't show up."

Luo Meng looked at the hamster and explained: "First of all, there are no outstanding commanders in the San Francisco Police Department. As far as their current deputy chiefs are concerned, one counts as one, and they are all idiots. They are not capable of commanding such a large-scale police station. Their real strength is their arrest operation and making the scene full of loopholes."

"Secondly, the salary of a grassroots police officer in San Francisco is only 100 to [-] dollars a year. With that little money, if you were a San Francisco policeman, would you take the initiative to hit a killer in the face? Especially this killer, or Single-handedly killed more than [-] gangsters."

"Without a strong unified command, each policeman has to cherish his own life, so the San Francisco police will not be too concerned about arresting me unless I take the initiative to run into it."

Romon's analysis of the San Francisco Police Department can't be said to be well understood, at least it can be said to be accurate.

Except for Secourt, the deputy chief who was obsessed with power and wanted to use the John Wick case to gain political capital for himself, no one in the San Francisco Police Department wanted to confront Romon head-on.

Everyone fishes when they can, and mixes as much as they can.

Even the thick smoke from the burning of the old Tarasov small vault was ignored by these bastard policemen.

It wasn't until Secott and Tifa finished 'greeting' each other, and when the deputy director returned to the command vehicle, he noticed the thick smoke rising from the port with his own eyes.

"What's with the smoke?"

After rushing into the command vehicle, Sekot grabbed a commander and dragged him out of the vehicle, pointing to the thick smoke in the air and asking.

"Reporting sir, the command vehicle has not received an abnormal warning. I guess the thick smoke may be something on fire at the pier."

"you guess?"

Sekot felt like his hair was going to fall out of anger: "You are a fucking policeman, do you rely on guesswork to solve the case? Go and check for me! Check this smoke for me!"

After kicking and beating, pushing the commander into the command vehicle, Seekot felt more and more uneasy when he saw the thick smoke in the air.

Especially recalling Tifa's sarcasm about his commanding ability, saying that Romon would definitely be able to break through his encirclement and enter Pier 61 without anyone noticing.

"Fuck the bitch!"

After cursing Tifa, Sekot, who became more and more uneasy, waited impatiently in the command vehicle. He wanted to see with his own eyes what was going on with the rising smoke.

He called two teams of police to follow him, and one of them happened to be the detachment where Tifa was.