I cut reality into a movie

Bending her waist and lowering her head, Tifa squeezed out the last trace of air in her lungs by using the chest-abdominal combined breathing method to vent her dissatisfaction with Romon's willful behavior.

"Whoo~~~~"

After venting the depression in her heart, a smile appeared on Tifa's face again. She tucked the bullet pendant back under her skirt, turned her face to look at Romon and ordered: "As a punishment for you, you will treat breakfast this morning. gone."

"It's my pleasure, Officer Tifa, what would you like to eat?"

"Cantonese-style morning tea, I often see related videos on Tik Tok, and I always wanted to try it, but I just didn't have the chance."

"Deling, I invite you to eat."

Romon and Tifa drove to San Francisco's China Street, but unfortunately, Tifa only glanced at the gate of the teahouse before being called back to the police station by an emergency call.

"Seriously, Romon, why don't I resign, this poor policeman doesn't even have time to eat and drink." After hanging up the phone at the police station, Tifa's little face showed a layer of exhaustion.

"Professional needs."

Romon comforted Tifa, but Tifa gave him a suffocating stare: "Actually, just a few weeks ago, my job in the police station was quite easy, but because of the appearance of a certain bastard fugitive, I have a long period of time to go." Time is too busy to touch the ground."

"Uh……"

Feeling Tifa's death stare, Romon cast his gaze to the sky with a very guilty conscience, and then said with a smile on his face: "Officer Tifa, I promise, when I get hired, I will help you eat three meals a day on time." Get ready, how about treating me as an apology for you?"

"Hmph, let's count it as you barely pass."

Tifa turned her head away and wanted to drive away, but her concern for Romon still made her stare into Romon's eyes and said: "Remember, the police station is no more than the gravel gang. It is full of professional police officers. It will determine life and death, you must pay attention."

After giving instructions, Tifa drove away in the car, leaving only Romon on the street, rubbing his chin and saying happily: "In terms of majors, I don't think I will lose to anyone."

Smiling and nodding, Luo Meng turned and walked into the Cantonese-style morning tea on the street. Although his poor heroine was not blessed with morning tea, as a director, he was still very obliged to help his actors taste it.

Just when Romon was feasting, gorging on hazel, and using practical actions to describe the word 'beast', Tifa had already walked into the North District Police Building.

"Yo, Tifa, good morning."

"Louis? Didn't you deserve the night shift yesterday? Why did you come in the morning?"

Seeing Louise with a tired face, a pair of big dark circles under her eyes, and swaying as she walked, Tifa hurried forward, took the coffee cup from the opponent's hand, and sent Louise back to the office .

"I really want to go home and have a good sleep, but the phone for emergency assembly rang. As a hard-working policeman, I can only go back to the station." After taking a few big mouthfuls of black coffee, Louis Silk's mental state finally improved.

"Louis, do you know the reason for this emergency assembly? Could it be that John Wick's pursuit has made a major breakthrough?"

The emergency assembly order of the police station never informs the police officers of specific tasks, and Tifa can only ask Louise who is well-informed.

And Louise never let her down, even if she was so tired that the fire of life was almost extinguished, the fire of gossip in her heart was still burning brightly.

"It's not that the arrest operation has made a major breakthrough, but the action team responsible for the arrest has made a major breakthrough."

Seemingly thinking of something good, Louise had an excited smile on her face:

"That bastard Secourt is demoted!"

"The reason is that there were many major mistakes in the arrest operation yesterday, and all the police officers are here this time to participate in the kid's public press conference."

Years of arrogance and domineering, coupled with improper relationships with many female police officers, Seikot's reputation within the San Francisco Police Department is actually very bad. This time he can see him publicly take the blame and resign, which is very good for the San Francisco Police Department. For the low-level police officers, it is a good thing to celebrate with fireworks.

Just like Louise, the excited smile appeared directly on her face without concealing it, and even the drowsiness of staying up all night relieved a lot.

After goingssip and counting the shitty things that Sekot had done, Louise suddenly slapped her little fleshy hand and said:

"By the way, besides the resignation of Secott, a strange thing happened in the bureau yesterday."

"Strange thing? What strange thing?"

"The First Special Operations Team of the General Administration conducted an emergency reorganization last night."

Louis said: "That boy Secourt took advantage of the final power and fired 1/3 of the first special operations team."

"If it's just a simple excuse, I can still understand it as Sekot's final venting of his displeasure after knowing the news of his resignation."

"But when his layoff list came out, I realized that there was something tricky in it. Most of the people who quit the special operations team yesterday were people of color."

"After firing these people of color, Secourt removed a lot of white elite police officers from various precincts to join the special operations team."

"There are indications that Secott, this kid, might have a conspiracy."

Louise propped her chin with one hand, and put on a posture of serious thinking, but her brain, which is only interested in love and gossip, is obviously not suitable for thinking.

After thinking about it for 30 seconds to no avail, Louise decided to give it up: Never mind, if something goes wrong, the chief will take care of it, but if the chief doesn’t, there are several deputy chiefs who will take it for him. I’m an ordinary policeman, so there’s no need Consider that much.

Louise gave up thinking, but with the resignation of Secourt and the arrival of a new captain of the First Special Operations Team, the puzzle in Louise's heart blew up.

"It turned out to be Dan Taylor? How did this noble young master of the Taylor family come to the San Francisco Police Station?"

"Probably here to brush up political capital."

Sitting between Tifa and Louise, a female police officer who was more concerned about current affairs said, "As far as San Francisco's city council election is concerned, white men like Dan Taylor are at a disadvantage."

"If he wants to win the favor of San Francisco voters, he must show some good achievements. Obviously, coming to the police station to make public security achievements is a good choice."

"What's more, there is John Wick, the top criminal that the whole city pays attention to. As long as Dan Taylor can catch him, he will definitely get a lot of votes when he is elected early next year."

Listening to the female colleague's analysis about Dan Taylor, Tifa pinched the bullet pendant under the placket through the police uniform: No matter who it is, I will not allow you to hurt my bastard accomplice, even if you are the Taylor family. Can't!

Just when Tifa secretly made up her mind to fight Dan Taylor to the end.

The aristocratic son of the first airborne special operations team is using the most powerful weapon in the world-dollar bills to bombard his new subordinates.

The Magic Gate restaurant on the top floor of the Taylor Building is one of the only Michelin three-star restaurants in San Francisco.

The dishes here are not necessarily expensive and rare, but the three-star Michelin star sign is a lore for ordinary police officers with thousands of dollars in salary in the San Francisco Police Department.

Dan Taylor calmed down his airborne grievances with just one lunch.

"To be honest, my favorite president is President Lincoln. Although he liberated those disgusting niggers in name, he brought poor people who are better than slaves to this world."

"When raising slaves at home, one has to consider what they eat, how they live, how they mate, and how they give birth to children. Even when the slaves die, the slave owner has to work hard to bury them."

"However, it is much more convenient for these modern poor people to use. They only need a few pieces of green paper to make them sacrifice their lives. They can kneel in front of me willingly, kiss the soles of my leather shoes, and There will be no complaints or dissatisfaction."

Looking at the San Francisco police officers who were pretending to be high-class in the restaurant, or eating wild boar and chaff, Dan Taylor sighed towards an ipad in his hand.

This ipad is undoubtedly in a call, but the call interface on its screen does not belong to any communication software on the market. On its call interface, there is only bottomless black, and in the middle of the black, a big White number '5'.

"Dan Taylor, just to remind you, I am a mock portraitist, not your history teacher, let alone your philosophy teacher. I am not interested in hearing your thoughts about capitalists. I just want to hear the description of the prisoner's facial features."

The ipad's speaker sounded, it was a pure electronic synthesis sound, no gender, no emotion, no emotion, only statements.

"Hehe, don't worry, the reason why life is life is because people have sentiment and fun."

"If it's just working blindly, what's the difference between it and the livestock in the farm?"

Gently shaking the red wine in the glass, Dan Taylor carefully appreciated the fineness and hanging condition of the red wine: "Burgundy Besancione 1997, soft with a unique coolness, is one of my favorite red wines. one."

"If you have the ability and courage to get out from behind your ipad, I will definitely treat you to drink such a glass of wine. I guarantee that you will fall in love with her taste for life after taking a sip."

He raised his glass and drank it down. Dan Taylor relished the lingering aroma of the red wine in his mouth. After realizing that the portraitist behind the iPad ignored him at all, he shrugged helplessly and greeted Secourt in the hall. :

"Director Secourt, could I trouble you to come here?"

Completely different from the vulgar arrogance of young Tarasov, Dan Taylor was born in a real rich and powerful family and was determined to pursue an official career. When he was in public, he treated everyone politely.

They will even deliberately give some people higher titles to satisfy their shallow vanity.

Obviously, Secott is that kind of superficial person. Hearing Dan Taylor calling himself the director, the kid immediately ran over and smiled at him, "Sir, what do you want from me?"

Without correcting Dan Taylor, Secourt secretly enjoys the vanity.

"You go to the team and call a random police officer over. I want to test whether the profession of mock portrait artist is as magical as it is said in the legend."

Analog portraitist?

Seikot looked at the ipad on the table from the corner of his eye, turned around without asking questions, went to the restaurant lobby, and grabbed a police officer with a public face.

"Dan Taylor." Facing the approaching police officer, Dan Taylor offered his hand.

"Anderson Tang, Officer Taylor, my name is Anderson Tang."

Facing Dan Taylor's approachability, this public-faced police officer named Anderson wiped his hands back and forth on his pants several times before reaching out tremblingly to Dan Taylor.

Warm, powerful, strong.

This is how Anderson felt about Dan Taylor's palm. After shaking hands with his new chief, it took more than ten seconds for him to come back to his senses.

And when he came back to his senses, Secourt, who was standing beside him, was already facing the ipad, and began to dictate Anderson's appearance:

"Caucasian, male, 33 years old, short-cut, slightly square face, thick eyebrows, a bit like a broom, eyes a bit like date stones, straight on both sides, a little hooked nose, thick and turned lips..."

Following Secott's dictation, Anderson's portrait slowly took shape on the screen of the iPad.

At the beginning of the first edition, there was only a slight resemblance, but as Secott continued to make subtle corrections, Anderson's uncharacteristic public face was perfectly outlined by the artist behind the ipad.

Even the flattering gesture on Anderson's face when facing Dan Taylor has been 100% perfectly restored.

"The expression on this person's face was sketched by me based on his tone of self-introduction. If there is no accident, it should be very similar."

picture?

This is more than just like!

It's exactly like her.

The three people, including Dan Taylor, did not answer this sensitive question, but they all recognized the strength of the analog portraitist in their hearts.

clap clap.

Dan Taylor smiled and clapped his hands: "You are indeed the number one simulated portraitist in the United States. Just listening to the dictation, you can perfectly restore the portrait of the target that is comparable to a photo. I paid a lot of money to invite you. Sure enough, That's right."

After praising the painter's technique, Dan Taylor turned his face to Secourt and said with a smile:

"Secot, I heard that you personally made a plan to capture John Wick, and you are only one step away from catching the murderer?"

"Report sir, it was the subordinate's incompetence that made John Wick escape in front of me."

"When people are always negligent, it doesn't matter if he escapes once, we'll just catch him again."

Patting Seikot on the shoulder, Dan Taylor comforted him, and then asked expectantly: "Secote, you were so close to John Wick at that time, you must have seen his face clearly, right?"

Before entering the police station, Dan Taylor had carefully studied Romon's case. He felt that the reason why this gangster was difficult to catch was because there was no audio-visual information.

It was indeed too difficult to catch a person whom all the police had never seen before, so he paid a high price and invited the number one analog portrait artist in the United States to hand-paint Romon's face, and then began to formally arrest him.

This is the power of capital.

At this moment, Dan Taylor felt that he was going to kill, until Secott stammered: "Sir, when I was hunting John Wick, he was already on the helicopter, so..."

"I haven't seen his full face, so I don't know what he looks like."

A bang.

Dan Taylor's trembling right hand broke the base of the red wine glass in his hand. He felt that he had planned everything, but he did not expect that the people of the San Francisco Police Department were so useless.

If you can't catch someone, forget it.

Can't anyone see it?

Feeling Dan Taylor's terrifying rage ready to explode like a volcano, Secott, who was eager to survive, was thinking about it, thinking that Romon had shown his face in a bar called Shadow of the Past before he was in the Rubble Gang.

"Sir, I thought of it!"

Secourt, who escaped from death, raised his hand with a flushed face: "Shadow of the Past Bar, John Wick appeared in the Shadow of the Past Bar, the bartender and drinkers there must know him."

"Next time, this key information will be announced in advance."

Dan Taylor took a deep breath, calmed down his inner anger, got up and went to the Shadow of the Past bar with Secott and ipad.

Without Romon's spy lottery, the Shadow of the Past bar at noon became deserted again.

In the empty bar, there were only three or two idle unemployed youths playing mobile games and drinking.

"Welcome to Shadow of the Past, may I ask..."

Looking at the police uniform on the person who came, the bartender's smile restrained a little: "Excuse me, the two police officers, what's the matter?"

"Have you seen John Wick?" Secort asked.

"He's been here for a drink, but you know, sir, the bar's open and anyone can come in, and as for John Wick, I've only sold him a drink, and I have nothing to him other than that." know."

He thought the police were here to find out about John Wick, but the bartender pushed himself away without saying a word.

Knowing that the less you talk, the less trouble you have, he didn't mention the hamster too much, he just wanted to send the two policemen away as soon as possible.

"Stop talking nonsense, you've seen him, haven't you?"

Ignoring the bartender's evasion at all, Secott put the ipad on the bar and ordered: "State, tell this ipad, what does the John Wick you have seen look like."

"Officer, what do you mean?"