I cut reality into a movie

He took a photo out of his pocket.

A nearly burned photo.

Chapter 041 Don’t Mention Dogs to Me, I’m Allergic to Dogs

"Master, take a look at this photo."

Carefully holding the completely charred photo in his hand, this loyal gang fighter is still making the final effort.

"Fuck Bitch! Why are you so fucking annoying, Gvass, I don't think you should call yourself Goshawk, just change your name to Fly, buzz buzz, buzz buzz, you're so annoying!"

Little Tarasov complained all over his mouth, but he still suppressed his irritability, sat up again, and looked at the photo in Guvas's hand.

"What is this dark thing? Where did you pick up the trash?"

Just taking a casual look, Little Tarasov became furious. He thought that Kvass would come up with some big news, but it turned out to be an unrecognizable burnt photo.

"Master, I found this from John Wick's house."

Gevas carefully pinched the photo, pointed to the blurred figure on it, and said, "If I guess correctly, the above two people, one is John Wick, and the other is his deceased wife."

"Yes, yes, yes, even if this is a photo of John Wick and his wife, so what? Do you expect this photo to protect the lives of all of us?" Tarasov said disapprovingly.

"No, young master, look carefully at his wife's face." Gevas pointed to the woman in the photo and said.

"What's the result of this burning? From what I can see, the most I can tell is that this woman has good facial features. If she is alive, she should look good." Little Tarasov became more and more irritable.

"Master, if you combine it with this photo, you can take a look."

Gervas took out another photo from his pocket, it was Tifa's photo of a police officer, and he should have found it from the official website of the San Francisco Police Department.

"What the fuck!"

"This is interesting!"

Little Tarasov looked at the photo of Romon's wife, and then at the photo of Tifa's police officer. The more he looked, the more he felt that the two people looked alike: "It's too similar. If this bastard's wife is alive, they These two women are at least [-]% alike."

Whether it's Little Tarasov or Kvass, they have no doubt that Tifa and Romon's late ex-wife are the same person.

Because according to normal logic, there is no need for Romon to put Tifa's photo together with himself, and then insist that it is his 'deceased ex-wife'.

There is no logic at all, even if one is insane, he would not do such a thing, not to mention that a killing god like Romon, who destroys gangs by himself, cannot be a insane.

"I admit that the female police officer you found is indeed very similar to John Wick's late wife, but what's the use of that?"

"Do you want me to be Cupid and tie this policewoman to John Wick and beg him to let us live?"

Little Tarasov put down the photo and curled up on the bed again.

"Master, I do intend to kidnap this female police officer, but instead of using her as a gift, I use her as a bargaining chip to fish out John Wick's bargaining chip."

Kvass told his plan, and he directly listened to little Tarasov: "Kvass, Kvass, should I say you are smart, or should I say you are stupid?"

"This woman just looks like the bastard's dead wife, but she's not a real dead wife. Why would John Wick go into danger for a stranger?"

Little Tarasov felt that this plan was too unreliable, even more unreliable than the Cupid's plan he pulled out casually.

"Master, but we have no choice, have we?"

Kvass wanted to avenge the old Tarasov. No matter how crude the plan was, no matter how small the possibility, he would try it: "John Wick would kill his dead wife's dog with the gravel gang. Today, he may not go to rescue people in danger for this person who looks very similar to his dead wife."

"Don't mention that broken dog!"

Little Tarasov can't hear the word dog now, and when he hears it, he gets a rash all over his body.

"Ah! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

There were red spots on his body, with unbearable itching, and little Tarasov scratched these damn rashes frantically.

Finally, his skin did not dare to bear the heavy load, and it was broken.

Blood flowed out, dripped down the arm and onto the dirty sheet, then spread little by little, and finally merged with the two photos.

"Hehe, I understand! I fucking suddenly understand!"

A sly smile appeared on Little Tarasov's face, a smile mixed with madness, anger, sadness, and collapse.

He was afraid of Romon and the death that Romon would bring, but he was not afraid of Romon's dead wife in the photo.

Looking at the charred photo of his dead wife, and looking at Tifa's photo of a police officer, gradually, these two photos merged into one in the eyes of little Tarasov.

"It's this bitch! It's this damn bitch who ruined everything for me! If she hadn't died and left behind a damn dog, I wouldn't have suffered all this misfortune!"

"I want revenge! I must avenge this woman!"

Scratching the worsening rash on his face and grabbing the blood-stained photo of Tifa on the bed, Little Tarasov growled:

"Catch this woman! This woman must be caught! I want to make this woman regret being born in this world!"

"I want to record all of this and send it to that bastard killer. I want him to watch his wife with his own eyes and be tortured to death by me!"

The increasingly serious allergic reaction began to attack the brain of little Tarasov. In addition to his year-round drug use, the brain was already irreversibly damaged. Now that the double BUFF is superimposed, his brain is completely broken.

Now he even began to have hallucinations, feeling that his father was sitting beside his bed, encouraging him to seek revenge and rebuild the glory of the family.

"Father! Look at me! I will do it! I will be your glory, the glory of the Tarasov family."

"Hee hee hee, isn't it just a John Wick? I'm going to kill him right now! Go right now! Father, look at me, I'm going to kill him right now in front of you!"

Unsteadily getting up from the bed, Little Tarasov couldn't even put on his shoes, so he ran to the door impatiently.

Looking at the completely crazy back of little Tarasov, Kvass can't control that much anymore.

With only revenge in his heart, he decided to keep Tarasov Jr. in this state, keep his hatred, and keep his desire to kill John Wick.

Not based on anyone's will.

Night fell on San Francisco again.

In the shadow of the thick night, the Gravel Gang is a dying shark, dragging the last bit of broken body, biting the last prey of life:

— Tifa Genfort.

Chapter 042 We Are Tired of Logging!

"Hello, San Francisco Coast Guard."

"Hello, hello, hello Mr. Police, what can you do?"

On a medium-sized yacht, Romon was wearing casual and loose home clothes, looking at the San Francisco Coast Guard who boarded the ship for inspection, showing a fawning smile on tourists.

"Are you a foreign tourist?"

Listening to Romon's extremely non-standard jerky English, the stern-looking coast guard waved: "I want to check your passport and visa routinely."

"Of course, of course, passport and visa, right? I'll give them to you right now."

Pretending to be in a hurry, Romon rummaged on the boat for a while, and finally found a large bag of documents: "There are my passport, my visa, my ship driving license, my charter certificate, and my Room card, my..."

"No, I don't check that much, I just look at your passport and visa."

Hearing Romon mention the room card, the handsome white policeman immediately took two steps back and checked with Romon's passport: "Korean, name——renyong piao?"

"Yes, Mr. Police Officer, my name is Park Im Yong, what's the question?"

"It's nothing, just a routine check."

After confirming that Romon's identity was correct, the police returned the ID to him, and then asked casually, "By the way, by the way, did you see any suspicious helicopters when you were driving a yacht at sea?"

"Helicopter? Sorry officer, I wasn't paying attention."

"Forget it if you don't pay attention."

After the routine inspection, the coast guard turned and left. When they reached the door of the cabin, the coast guard reminded: "If there is nothing wrong, don't go wandering in the sea. Today there are very dangerous fugitives who fled to this sea area by helicopter. , You foreign tourists, be careful to lose your life."

"A fugitive?"

Romon uttered all the frightened Korean. He made a frightened expression and screamed, "I'll go back to the port right away, and I'll go back to the port by boat."

Looking at Romon whose face turned pale with fright, the white coast guard curled his lips in disdain, and said inwardly: Heh!The Koreans are really a bunch of cowards. If there were no US troops stationed here, they would have been annexed by the north 100 years ago!

The white coast guard glanced at his mouth and left.

After watching the coast guard ship go away, Romon walked to a wardrobe in the cabin, raised his hand and knocked: "People are gone, come out."

The hamster with a round body squeezed out of the narrow closet.

Panting heavily, he gave Romon a thumbs up: "Mr. Wick, your preparations are really thorough, even the escaped yacht is prepared in advance, it is perfect if the wardrobe of this yacht is bigger. "

"Compared to changing a big wardrobe, I think you should lose weight."

Romon grabbed the hamster by the shoulders and pulled him up from the ground: "Okay, let's go back to San Francisco. I still haven't eaten the last main course of this dinner."

"Have you found out the whereabouts of little Tarasov?" the hamster asked.

"I found it." Romon nodded: "I packaged the information on the old Tarasov's phone and computer and sent it to a well-known hacker. He has already helped me find out the hiding place of the little Tarasov. .”

The hacker in Romon's mouth is himself, but in order to conform to the character image of John Wick in the movie, he needs to shoot a special shot of a hacker helping.

"Mr. Wick, I bet that old Tarasov, who just went to hell to report today, never thought that his son would be reunited with him so soon."

"It is precisely because of the unexpected that we have a sense of surprise. Old Tarasov will thank us."

The corners of Romon's mouth curled up slightly. Looking at the smile on his face, the hamster said, "Mr. Wick, after getting along today, I found that you are very different from what I imagined."

"I thought you would be more... How should I put it, more cold and hard, just like when we first met, you took out a pencil and killed three gravel gang bastards who dared to offend you."

"At that time, I looked at you like watching a cold-blooded killer in a movie, but in reality, you are not so cold-blooded and ruthless. On the contrary, you are easy to get along with and even have a sense of humor."

Hamsters express their thoughts positively, because according to the tradition of their tribe, such positive communication can better bring the relationship between people closer.

"People are inherently multifaceted."

Listening to the hamster actively mentioning his split image, Romon also explained by the way: "When you treat enemies, friends, family members, lovers, and different people, people will have different faces."

"So, Mr. Wick, I'm your...friend?" the hamster asked cautiously.

"No, not just friends."

Luo Meng shook his head and said with a smile: "Today, the two of us have been born and died so many times, our relationship is more than just friends."

"So who are we?"

"We Are Family!"

Romon cites the famous words of the family hero Vin Diesel in "The Fast and the Furious".

Sometimes I have to admit that speaking a language does not mean knowing a culture.

With the blessing of the system, Romon can freely switch his English style between New York accent, Los Angeles accent, and even the country accent of the south-central United States.

However, no matter how many intonations he can speak, it does not mean that he can understand the native American culture. He thinks that "We Are Family" is a simple expression of intimacy.

But this sentence is not so simple in the ears of the hamster.

This represents a recognition, an acceptance, a pledge.

At this moment, the hamster recalled everything he and Romon had experienced:

Thinking back to diving into Pier 61 underwater, thinking back to the bloody battle between the wharf operation area and the Gravel Gang, thinking back to fleeing in a helicopter in the hail of bullets, thinking back to finding a life-saving yacht in the vast Pacific Ocean.

Recalling these moments of life and death, the hamster's eyes were moist. At this moment, he suddenly realized that he had met his second closest relative besides old Tom.

A quiet warmth spread between the two until Romon's cell phone rang, interrupting everything.

It was Tifa calling, and the first thing she said was:

"I was targeted by the remnants of the Rubble Gang. Should I wait for you to come back, or should I help you out?"

"Please leave it to me."

Chapter 043

Needless to say, the Gravel Gang is a dangerous and insane beast.

It's just that the beast's eyes are not very good. It always looks at the hunter, not the prey.

At the junction of King Street and 19th Avenue, there is an old apartment that is more than 50 years old.

Peeling walls, damp air, floors that creak with every footstep, and a toilet that breaks every five flushes.

Everything makes the living conditions here difficult. Even if it is only used as a surveillance point, the little Tarasov in the house can't help complaining: "This broken apartment is more difficult to live in than an abandoned factory in the suburbs. .”