I cut reality into a movie

Snapped.

After taking out the Glock 17 from his waist and putting it on the bar, Secott said coldly, "I won't repeat what I said a second time."

Fuck.

His lips moved slightly, and he cursed secretly. The bartender, who was forced to do nothing, began to look at the ipad, recalling the appearance of Romon at that time.

"John Wick's hair is very long, almost shoulder length, he has a beard, his eyes are narrow and deep, his nose is very straight, Asians rarely have such a straight nose bridge, and his mouth..."

With his eyes closed, the bartender described in detail the image of John Wick that came to his mind, but when he opened his eyes and looked at the portrait on the ipad, he shook his head and said:

"It's not like that at all. This painting is too different. His eyes are not so long, and his nose is not so straight..."

The bartender started correcting the portraits on the iPad.

Then, an hour passed.

"It's not like it, it's not like it, it's not like it at all." The bartender waved his hands irritably: "Is there something wrong with the mock portrait artist you are looking for!"

"You're the only fucking problem!"

Secourt, who had seen the level of a portrait artist, reached out and grabbed the bartender by the collar, and shouted angrily, "Have you ever seen John Wick? Or are you and John Wick in the same gang?" , you are deliberately talking nonsense here to disturb the police's audiovisual."

"My mother has already tried her best to remember it! That monster killer who can kill three people instantly with just a pencil, how the hell can I forget what he looks like?"

The bartender was also angry, and he pointed at the ipad and roared: "There is definitely something wrong with the painter you found. The memory in my mind is so clear that I can't be more clear, but once I let your painter draw it, I will be everywhere." Not like."

"That's enough, stop arguing."

The cold electronic synthesis sound came from the ipad's speaker.

This should be an emotionless synthetic electric sound, but at this moment it is full of a deep sense of powerlessness: "This man named John Wick, I can't draw it, I will refund you three times the money, don't do it again." Contact me."

After speaking, the screen of the ipad went completely black, leaving only the trio in the bar looking at each other.

On the other end of the ipad, there is a female palm holding a paintbrush, and it is also a sickly white female palm,

As if to balance the morbid whiteness, the woman had exaggerated black manicures on her slender fingertips.

The ultimate white, combined with the ultimate black, does not have the soft harmony of classical Tai Chi, but has a chaotic beauty that cannot be tolerated.

It's just that this beauty is trembling at the moment.

"why?"

"Why do I have the appearance of that man in my mind, but I just can't show it on the drawing paper? It seems that there is some power that stops me from doing so."

"It's so quirky—and so much fun!"

A crazy and messy smile appeared on the woman's gorgeous and coquettish face. She picked up the dedicated phone on the table and pressed '1' nine times in a row. A calm male voice came from the receiver.

"Sequence 5, state your request."

"I want to go out for a walk, go to San Francisco for a walk."

"Sorry, Sequence 5, your contribution to the company is not enough to let you leave the campus."

"Then let me put it another way. I want to go to San Francisco to continue the SUIC-1995 experiment."

"You finally figured it out?"

"No, it's not that I figured it out, but I found something interesting."

"I hope yours is interesting and won't cause big trouble for the company."

The male voice on the other end of the phone fell silent, followed by a crackling sound of keyboard typing. After a long reporting process, the male voice on the other end of the phone nodded and said:

"The company agrees that you go to San Francisco, where the Purui Pharmaceuticals branch will receive you. As for the consumables you need during the experiment, you can choose them from San Francisco Bay Prison No. [-]."

"But as a price, after you go to San Francisco, you need to help the company find someone."

"Who?"

"Johnny Silverhand."

"Who is this?"

"A small character. When he escaped from Bay 2 Prison, he caused a little trouble for the company. If you go to San Francisco to get rid of him this time, it will be your accommodation fee."

Chapter 048 The furthest distance in the world is face to face, you don't know me (7K)

[I will never be captured by surveillance, never be recorded, and never leave any audiovisual information in any way]

——From the youth version of God, Lord Romon.

He was completely unaware of how much one of his mottos had dealt a blow to the new official Dan Taylor, and he was even more unaware that one of his mottos had attracted the attention of strange people for himself.

At this moment, Romon was holding a cup of hot coffee with sugar and milk, sitting in the open-air cafe opposite the San Francisco Police Headquarters, researching the conditions required to become a San Francisco police officer.

Generally speaking, it is relatively easy to engage in the police industry in the United States.

As long as you are at least 21 years old, have a high school education or above, are in good health, and have no criminal record, you can enter the police station and sign up for employment.

What?Criminal record you say?

Brother, those who left a criminal record are the jailbreaker Johnny Silverhand and the murderer John Wick. These people are clean and innocent. Mr. Jackie Chen, who only came to San Francisco in the last week No relationship.

After confirming that he 'perfectly meets' the entry requirements, Romon took a brief look at the San Francisco Police Department's entry assessment for police officers.

To put it simply, there are about six aspects of the entrance examination: preliminary examination, physical examination, cultural written examination, physical fitness test, psychological test and polygraph test. After passing all these levels, you can enter the special police school system to study.

The time for studying in school varies from region to region, about 3-6 months. For example, in San Francisco, it only takes 3 months of training to be able to join the job. After all, the social atmosphere here is relatively unrestrained, which causes a shortage of police resources. The demand is also relatively large.

But even if it is only three months of training, it is a bit too time-consuming for Romon.

Originally filming "New Police Story", he needed to spend a lot of time finding an 'Azu'. In addition, in order to enrich the plot of the movie, he also needed to shoot a few beautiful daily cases to be interspersed in the movie.

The shooting task was heavy, and the shooting time was so tight, it was impossible for Romon to waste three months and accept police training obediently.

"It seems that I need to consult with people in the industry to see if there is any good way to get hired quickly."

Romon drank the bottomless coffee in one gulp, slurped the lingering aroma of the coffee, and called Tifa.

What is Tifa doing now?

Of course, I am happily patrolling the street.

Since Dan Taylor officially joined the first special operations team, the case of chasing John Wick has become a special case of the first special operations team. As for the police outside the operation team, they can return to their daily work.

After all, there are so many cases that the San Francisco Police Department has to deal with, it is impossible for all the staff to circle around Romon all the time.

"Hello?"

After picking up the phone, Tifa's breathing was a little short, as if she had just engaged in some intense physical activity.

"Is there a case?" Romon asked, "I heard that your breathing is not very steady."

"It's nothing, I just dealt with a domestic violence incident and had a fight with the wife of that family."

"Have a fight with your wife?"

"Yes, wife, that wife practices judo and is said to have won prizes in municipal competitions, but it's a pity that she met me."

Tifa's voice was a little proud.

"Indeed, how can ordinary people fight before? California state, 48 kg class, champion of women's kickboxing, Miss Tifa Genfort."

Knowing Tifa's resume so well that he can recite it like a roman, he knows very well how good this angel-looking girl is in physical combat.

"Hmm... Although it sounds weird to praise a woman for being able to fight, I personally accept the compliment."

Tifa snorted happily and asked, "By the way, what can you do if you call me?"

"It's not a big deal, but I noticed that if you want to join the San Francisco police, you need to go to a special police training for three months, which is a waste of time, so I want to ask, is there any good way to skip this Three months of training, like a gift for your San Francisco Police Chief?"

Hearing that Romon was thinking of cheating before signing up, Tifa's voice became weird: "Romon, do you really want to be a police officer when you come to the San Francisco Police Department? How do you look at your anxious appearance? It's more like Did you come to the San Francisco Police Department for another purpose?"

"Uh………"

Romon was stopped by Tifa's question. He blinked, smiled and said nonsense, "Didn't I think that every day I join the job, I can serve the general public of San Francisco one day earlier."

"That's right, I don't hesitate to give gifts to the director, and I want to serve the citizens one day earlier, Romon, do you believe this statement?"

Tifa's voice was full of contempt, and then, he let out a long sigh, and said helplessly: "But who made me an accomplice of you bastard, even if I know you have something to plot, I can only help you think of bad ideas."

"If you want to join the San Francisco Police Department, there are three situations. One is that ordinary people sign up normally and enter the job normally, which requires induction training. If you can join the job on the same day, you don’t need any assessment.”

"Finally, there is another situation where you have work experience as a police officer, such as being a police officer in another state. If you enter the San Francisco Police Department, you don't need police training, you just need to pass the examination."

"So, for you bastard hacker kid, you will definitely choose the third entry path without hesitation."

After finishing the analysis for Romon, Tifa immediately covered her face and lay down on the steering wheel of the police car: "Ah~~~ If this continues, am I really qualified to be a policeman? I will completely become a criminal Already!"

"Oh, it's okay, it's okay, Officer Tifa's impartiality is obvious to all, if you are not qualified to be a policeman, then everyone in the world is not qualified to be a policeman."

"Ah, I wish I could hear the voice of the Lord."

Tifa interrupted Romon: "The Lord told me not to indulge in the sweet talk of some bastard snake, so the talk time is over, Mr. bastard snake!"

beep~~beep~~beep~~

The silent blind voice replaced Tifa's sweet voice. Romon looked at the call interruption icon on the phone interface and shook his head, chuckling lightly:

"Hehe, she's really a lovely and charming heroine. Even if you're not on the way to filming, just chatting with her is so pleasant."

After putting away the phone, Romon decisively changed his new identity in the Social Security Bureau to a former police officer after Tifa gave him advice.

The San Francisco Police Department Headquarters is a five-story brown-gray building.

Its architectural style imitates the Parthenon Temple in ancient Greece. The thick marble pillars embraced by two people stand on the steps of the police station, which looks both majestic and serious.

Going up the steps, when Romon reached almost half of the height, he happened to pass by an acquaintance.

Deputy Director Secott... No, it's Deputy Captain Secott now.

Like a loyal pug, Secourt followed the serious Dan Taylor with a flattering face, and continued to comfort him:

"Sir, based on my shallow understanding, the so-called America No. [-] and America No. [-] are just false names given by the outside world."

"In the industry of analog portraits, it still needs the precipitation of age and experience. I believe that the master Crocker we are looking for this time will definitely be able to perfectly present John Wick's bastard face."

In a few days, Dan Taylor has searched all over the famous analog portrait artists in the United States, in order to draw wanted photos for John Wick played by Romon.

But it's a pity that no matter whether they went to any simulated portrait artist, they finally came to the conclusion that they couldn't draw this fugitive, and they couldn't draw a single bit of it.

One simulated painter said so, two simulated painters said so, and all the simulated painters found in the end said so, which made Dan Taylor wonder whether the so-called simulated portraitist is a pure nonsense profession.

But it’s pure nonsense, these portraitists can perfectly draw other people’s faces, and even helped Dan Taylor, who had just joined the job, catch a San Francisco habitual thief who has never seen his head and tail.

This made Dan Taylor wonder why these people just couldn't draw John Wick.

If it wasn't the painter's problem, it was the person who dictated the image, but Dan Taylor was wearing a lie detector device, and he was sure that the drinkers who had seen John Wick didn't lie to themselves.

All are telling the truth.

But just can't piece together an answer.

Dan Taylor couldn't figure out why all this was happening, but he had to keep going if he couldn't figure it out, because Dan Taylor made a promise:

In front of all the police officers of the special operations team, he confidently expressed that he could use the analog portraitist to find John Wick. After saying that, for the sake of his prestige in front of the police, Dan Taylor could only grit his teeth and insist.

"I hope that Master Crocker won't let me down again."

Sighing, Dan Taylor moved forward sullenly. Suddenly, a figure passed by his side, and he subconsciously moved over, with a darker expression on his face.

Fuck!

A nasty yellow-skinned monkey.

It's really unlucky to see this kind of thing when I just went out today.

Trying to control the expression on his face, Dan Taylor, who is a racist, just cursed secretly in his heart, then turned his head angrily.

On the contrary, Secott looked at Romon slightly puzzled, he always felt that this person looked familiar.

But as a policeman, he had to see all kinds of strange people every day, so he turned his head aside without thinking too much about it.

Only Romon nodded and smiled at the two police officers, and at the same time complained in his heart: Fortunately, when he was riding the helicopter that day, he didn't pretend to stick his head out, otherwise he would have to reveal his secrets now.

Feeling the smile from Romon, Dan Taylor became more and more depressed.

Now he needs to be washed, purified, and needs a beautiful and elegant white woman to offset the pollution in his eyes brought by the yellow-skinned monkey in front of him.

So, he thought of an angel in the North Division.

That angel was his biggest achievement after coming to the San Francisco Police Department. On the first day of meeting, he invited this angel to join his special operations team to capture fugitive John Wick together, but was ruthlessly rejected.