I cut reality into a movie

Albino?

But where does the albino have such a good complexion?

Just when the two receptionists were puzzled, Sequence Five had already walked down the trestle step by step, and came in front of them:

"The two are from Hewlett-Packard Pharmaceuticals to pick me up?"

Sequence Five's voice is very special, with a little hoarseness, a little soft and lazy, it sounds like there is a special charm in it.

"Yes, yes, Ms. Sequence Five, we are here to pick you up, please get in the car."

Hearing this charming and unique voice, the two receptionists, old and young, were slightly stunned before opening the back seat door and inviting Sequence Five into the car.

Boy, what do you think now?

After closing the door of the back seat, the old employee twitched his lips and asked the young man silently.

I am willing to live 20 years less!

No longer thinking about hugging the rich woman's thigh, the young man was really moved when he saw Sequence Five's face.

It doesn't matter if you live 200 years less.

Ruthlessly ridiculing the delusions of young people, the old employee got into the driver's seat and drove to the most upscale Sunset Hotel in San Francisco.

I have to say, ginger is still old and spicy.

As an old fritter who has served the leader for many years, this veteran employee can see at a glance that the young man is strong on the outside but capable on the inside.

Why are you willing to live 20 years less? Anyone who says this is a giant in thought and a dwarf in action. In reality, they don't even have the courage to talk to the goddess of heart.

as predicted.

From the moment he received Sequence Five to the time he went to the center of San Francisco, during the half-hour drive, this young man who uttered bold words didn't say a word in the car, and he didn't dare to pretend to be a tour guide. [-]. Introduce the customs of San Francisco.

The sky was getting dark, and San Francisco ushered in the evening rush hour after get off work.

And at this time, there are a group of special 'talents' on the streets of San Francisco who have entered their working state.

This is a group of pickpockets composed of homeless people, drug addicts, hooligans, and illegal refugees. They will take advantage of the dense crowds in the evening rush hour to prey on pedestrians on the street.

However, if you want to become a professional pickpocket, you need some barriers to entry.

Stealing is still too difficult for some uber-dumb people, and they're left with a more primitive form of money-grabbing—robbing.

Randomly pick an unlucky guy on the street, approach him from behind, and put the cold muzzle on the back of the unlucky guy, so that you can easily withdraw money from the human ATM.

Bang bang bang.

Someone knocked on the window.

The young man sitting in the co-pilot waiting for the red light turned his head, and saw a man wrapped in a worn-out padded jacket, with stiff curly hair, swollen eye sockets, and a dazed expression, pointing a gun at himself.

"Give me the money! Hand over the money! Hurry up! Otherwise, I'll shoot you!"

Facing the threat at gunpoint, the young man almost didn't laugh out loud: My million-dollar Bentley Mulsanne is a bulletproof version, and you, a little water gun, are threatening me?Let's go home and change to an AR15.

Just when the young man was secretly contemptuous of this brain-dead junkie who couldn't even find the target of the robbery, the slight motor rotation sound in the back seat made the expression of disdain on his face freeze instantly.

He turned his head in a panic, just as he saw Sequence Five put down the window.

"Ms. Sequence Five, that's a robber outside!"

The young man panicked and stopped, but Sequence Five shook his head slightly, and took out a metal box the size of a cigarette case from his carry-on satchel.

Turn the knob below the box, and the metal box opens with a bang. Inside is a box full of colorful and various medicines.

Sequence Five's black-painted nails gently slid across the neatly arranged medicines, and in the end, she chose a medicine that was in the form of white flakes.

Squeezing the medicine, Sequence Five handed his hand out of the window, trembling constantly towards the outside of the car, and the corners of his eyes kept secreting tears. He looked like a robber who was in great pain and said with a smile:

"Trust me, you need it more than the dollar right now."

"This... what is this?"

Looking at the familiar pill on the fingertips of Sequence Five, the robber's eyes became more and more chaotic.

"Don't you recognize it? I thought this F pill was your favorite."

Sequence Five's hoarse and charming voice was like the whisper of a demon. When the drug addict and robber heard that it started with F, he blurted out instantly: "Fentanyl?"

This time, Sequence Five didn't continue to speak, she just put the pills in her palm, spread her palms flat, and made a gesture of letting you take it.

"Give it to me! Give it to me!"

Without a second of hesitation, like a dog that has been hungry for many days, the robber rushed towards Sequence Five with blood-red eyes, grabbed the pill in her palm, and swallowed it impatiently.

"Sir, have a wonderful evening."

Smiling, Sequence Five bid farewell to the robber politely, but the robbers have all come out to rob, how can they be dismissed so easily, seeing that Sequence Five is young, pretty, talkative, and sitting in a luxury car, how could the robber let go of this fat Sheep, so he raised the Beretta M92F in his hand again, aiming at the forehead of Sequence Five:

"Money! Take out all the cash you have on you!"

"You bastard! Put down the gun! I'll give you money!"

Seeing Sequence Five being pointed at with a gun, the young receptionist panicked. He frantically took out more than 100 dollars from his body and was about to hand it over to the robber.

At this critical moment, the robber, who had a ferocious face a second ago, suddenly froze, and then, he began to tremble as if he had been electrocuted.

The violent shaking of his body even made him lose the strength to hold the gun.

The Beretta M960F, weighing only 92 grams, gradually fell to the ground, splashing the sewage that had accumulated in the puddle for many days.

Completely ignoring the robber's strangeness, Sequence Five raised the window of the rear seat and said, "The light is green, let's start."

Following the traffic flow, several people sat down in the Bentley sedan and drove forward steadily. The young man on the co-pilot squirmed his lips several times in a row, and finally made up his mind to ask: "Ms. Sequence Five, what medicine did you give him just now? Really? Fentanyl?"

"Did I mention it was fentanyl? I just said it was an F drug."

Sequence Five took out the same pill that was just handed to the robber, pressed one on the tip of his bright red tongue, then ate it like he was sipping a candy, and said with a smile:

"FER-6500, an opioid withdrawal blocker under development, has a very good blocker effect from the Phase II clinical trials, and can effectively relieve opioid-addicted patients' pain during drug withdrawal."

"So you're giving the junkie an antidote?"

A smile appeared on the young man's face, and he thought to himself: This Sequence Five lady is indeed a medical staff who develops drugs, and she is still very kind-hearted.

"No, the medicine I gave him is the left-handed version of FER-6500, which is slightly different from the right-handed version used as a blocking agent."

"It will not block the ξ6749A ion channel. On the contrary, it will completely release the Piotr receptor and completely open the ξ6749A ion channel."

"In layman's terms, it will double the withdrawal response of opioids. Depending on the individual's physique, the degree of strengthening is between 80 and 100 times."

"So, for a non-withdrawal person, it's like a slightly bitter lozenge, but for an addict, it's not as pleasant."

As if to add some vivid examples to the medical lectures of Sequence Five, the addict robber who had just taken the drug fell into the abyss of pain after a short release of the drug.

The heart-piercing roar could reach the young man's ears across the road.

He twitched his eyelids, and looked through the rear window, and he could see the robber, who was still invincible just now, kneeling on the street, slapping himself continuously, as if he wanted to relieve the pain in his body through the pain on his body surface. pain.

But soon, the slap was useless, and the addict began to scratch at his own skin, more forcefully, more crazily.

At the back, he had already torn off his flesh, and threw it on the street like throwing garbage.

"There are less than 10 full-time forensic doctors in the United States, but nearly [-] people die from drug abuse in the United States every year. If you are a San Francisco police officer and you see a heavy drug addict going crazy and self-harming to death in the street, you Will he be sent to the medical examiner?"

"What's more, even if it is sent to the forensic doctor, the forensic doctor will never see this kind of drug developed by me and not yet on the market. The busy autopsy work will make them ignore these unexpected troubles and simply blame the cause of death. due to drug overdose."

"So, unchecked drug abuse is a bad habit~"

"It will be so bad that even if you die, outsiders will not know why you died."

The voice of Sequence Five was still so lazy with a little hoarseness, but when the same voice was heard by the young receptionist, it was completely gone from the throbbing heartbeat when they first met at the airport.

He can only feel it now—the heart is shaking.

The Bentley sedan was still driving steadily forward, and the neon lights of the commercial buildings on the street, through the car windows, shone on Sequence Five's slightly raised dark purple lips, just like in the Garden of Eden, the seductive snake that Satan transformed into spits out The purple snake letter is general.

Beautiful and alluring, but deadly.

As long as you touch it slightly, you will fall into the abyss of hell beyond redemption.

"By the way, may I ask, when will my laboratory in San Francisco be ready?"

"One by one, one week is enough, you, you, if you are in a hurry, we can work overtime."

The young man was so frightened that he stuttered, and now he dared not look directly at this terrifying woman.

"Don't worry, just do it slowly. I just took advantage of the completion of the laboratory to visit San Francisco and find someone I am interested in."

Stretching out his right hand and pressing it against the car window, Sequence Five looked at the flow of people outside the window, and gradually focused his gaze on his only right thumb without manicure.

She had reserved this position for a man, a man named John Wick.

She wants to find him, face to face, and engrave that man's face on it.

----

Habit is the most terrifying force in the world.

The first time a person is investigated for doing something bad, he is so frightened that he cannot sleep.

But every day when I turn on the news, I can see my own tracking report. When being hunted becomes a daily routine, people will not feel the pursuit.

Ignoring the news related to himself, Romon briefly browsed the San Francisco morning news, and then saw a strange suicide phenomenon on Sunset Boulevard in San Francisco yesterday evening.

"Overdose of injections, brain collapse, and dunk yourself into a pool of blood in the street?"

"Good guy, the drug problem has become so serious that the Yankee government doesn't care about it?"

Looking at the street case yesterday, which was classified as a suicide without accident, Romon couldn't help but start complaining about Lao Mei's indulgence in drug issues.

But soon, he didn't even bother to complain, because the next news following this news was——

"In order to prevent unnecessary deaths and injuries caused by drug abuse, the San Francisco City Government has decided to open [-] more official narcotic drug injection centers under the guidance of professional doctors. "

"Okay, as long as you are happy."

Romon nodded, and said to himself: "But if you are happy, I also have to pursue happiness. Anyway, my happiness is: when I meet a drug dealer, I will be shot. Everyone gets what they need, and they are happy."

While speaking, Romon tidied himself up neatly. He wore brown stormtrooper pants on the lower body, a light brown jacket on the upper body, and paired with a pair of brown sunshade glasses. Romon went to the San Francisco Police Headquarters.

It was originally planned that the police qualification test will be held next Monday, but due to the current situation of the venue, it has been urgently adjusted to today.

After all, the police station's funds are tight now, so it's a little bit of savings.

The first part of the entry test is a written test, which is held in the large conference hall on the first floor of the police station.

Sitting in the last row of the stepped exam room, Romon could clearly see all the candidates who took the exam today.

How should I put it, the number of people is really small enough. Romon took a rough look and found that there were only 20 to less than [-] people who came to take the exam. It is no wonder that Hoffman received him so warmly after seeing Romon yesterday.

In stark contrast to the sparse number of references, there are a variety of examination papers, with a high degree of freedom and extremely difficult entry examination questions.

Except for language questions and legal knowledge questions that have relatively fixed answers, other logic test questions, observation test questions, and judgment test questions have no standard answers at all, and are purely free play.

For example, for some questions, it will give you a crime scene, allowing you to write no less than three ideas for solving the case.

For other questions, a block video will be displayed directly on the projection in the conference hall, and then you will be asked to answer the license plate number of the vehicle that caused the accident and the physical characteristics of the criminal.

The written test lasted for a full two and a half hours. When he came out of the test room, Romon found that most of the candidates were already pale and felt that they were finished.

But the exam process will not stop because of the examinee's mentality. After finishing the written test in the morning, there is also the physical fitness test in the afternoon.

It is completely different from the physical examination. The physical fitness examination for the police must be combined with actual combat.

The most representative of which is climbing stairs.

Put on the heavy body armor, and then hold up the half-high pure steel protective shield, and then rush up to the [-]th floor.

It's not over yet to go up, but also to simulate the treatment of the wounded, and the teammate formed temporarily, carrying the mannequin weighing [-] catties, and withdraw from the upstairs.

"Chen, wait a minute, I can't do it anymore, I'm running, my heart is about to jump out."

The partner with Romon was an aboriginal boy. When he got down to the 20th floor, he finally couldn't bear the physical exertion, and he leaned on the wall and retched:

"Fuck! These bastards can't do a single serious thing, but when it comes to torturing people, they do one thing after another."

"I've seen so many fucking policemen, which one doesn't just drive around in a police car every day and get it done, so how can they run up and down thirty fucking floors!"

"And her mother's broken hamster, if she doesn't come to be a policeman, she fools me into being a policeman. I really fell for her mother!"

Hamster?

From the abuse of the aboriginal brother, Romon keenly caught a familiar name:

Yoho, that bastard hamster is okay, I haven't seen you for a few days, and I'm already thinking of putting one of my own people in the police station?