I cut reality into a movie

It seems that after he took the bag of diamonds, he didn't spend his days and nights, but really wanted to make a career out of it.

Regarding the direction of the hamster's career, Romon is quite at ease.

Because when we parted from the boat that day, Romon had clearly told him: If you want to move forward and make a lot of money, I will support you unconditionally, but don't become the second gravel gang, and don't do annoying things.

Romon believed that his warning was very clear, and with the cunning of a hamster, he could understand the weight in his tone.

"Gallo, if you don't resist the dummy and carry the stretcher, can you still run?" Since it was the little brother arranged by the hamster, Romon didn't mind giving him a hand.

"Of course I can run." Gallo leaned on the wall, stood up and asked, "But what about this damn dummy, if we don't resist, there's no point?"

"Whoever says no resistance, I will carry it."

The dummy model weighing two hundred kilograms, Luo Meng directly carried it with one hand, and then clamped the alloy stretcher weighing more than ten kilograms to the armpit, and then walked downstairs with two long legs. go.

"Oh! FUCK GOD!"

Looking at Romon's strength, which can be called a monster, Gallo chased after him, and said in shock: "Chinese Kung Fu! Chen! You can actually know Chinese Kung Fu, you are simply too good!"

"And I've seen this kind of kung fu before. What's it called... Four Liang Diao Qian Jin?" Gallo's eyes were about to light up as he spoke in weird Chinese that almost no Chinese could understand.

Although with the increasing development of the Internet, Lao Mei finally no longer foolishly believes that all Chinese people know Chinese Kung Fu.

However, the powerful Chinese Kung Fu in action movies still left a deep impression on many Americans. Now they are beginning to pursue Chinese martial artists who really know Kung Fu.

"Hey, Gallo, I didn't expect you to have a deep understanding of Chinese Kung Fu, and you also know how to do it."

"Of course." Gallo said proudly, "I've watched a lot of kung fu movies. Apart from four-two punches, I also know Wing Chun, Tan's kicks, Beichen's one-sword style, and Taekwondo..."

Well, I shouldn't expect a Yankee to be able to distinguish several countries in East Asia.

Hearing that Gai Luo even mentioned Beichen's swordsmanship and taekwondo, Luo Meng could only think in his heart that if he had the opportunity in the future, he must teach these idiots a good geography lesson.

After the two ran all the way to the corner of the second floor, Romon set up the stretcher again, pretended to be together with Gallo, and completed the climbing test.

After climbing the stairs, the next physical fitness test includes 3000-meter run, obstacle run, switchback run, wall climbing, tree climbing, strength test and so on.

After all this is done, it's time for the last item of the physical fitness test - American Iai.

Being a policeman in the United States, if you can't shoot, it means you don't have long hands.

Moreover, the shooting test is arranged at the end of all physical fitness tests to tell these novices who may become policemen:

Even if you are exhausted, even if you can't breathe, even if you move your fingers, your muscles hurt, you must be able to shoot, otherwise you will die in front of the American gangsters.

"Recruits! Stand up for me! Pick up your guns! Otherwise, you will have gone to see God in this dead state."

"Stand up for me the fuck!"

No matter how the shooting instructor roared, the candidates lying on the ground like dead dogs just refused to move.

So the shooting instructor could only look at Romon and the only candidate standing: "Jackie Chen, I heard that you are an old policeman from Seattle."

"Yes sir, I served in the Seattle Police Department for three years."

"Very good! Jackie Chen, your current state of mind does not embarrass your Seattle Police Department, nor does it embarrass all the police in this land of America!"

Today's shooting instructor has a sense of professional honor. He personally grabbed Romon's back and brought him to the shooting area for a shooting test.

The San Francisco Police Department's fire test is a standard three-gun test -- that is, rifle, pistol, and shotgun crossfire.

The targets for shooting are far from the most basic breast ring target, but include various targets including half-body targets, sideways targets, moving targets, flying saucers, and special markers.

The purpose is to test the ability of police officers to adapt to different situations.

Even including loading and reloading, the subjects are required to install the clips on their bodies in advance, and complete the reloading and shooting as much as possible during the movement.

How to put this condition, it is really difficult for ordinary subjects who have only shot targets in the shooting range.

After all, their usual training is to stand in front of the shooting platform and slowly reload and shoot slowly. They can shoot with good shooting accuracy, but they are far from good in other aspects.

But this kind of shooting is too familiar to Romon.

Some time ago, I shot hundreds of real people... Well, those bastards are not considered human, even if they are anthropomorphic targets, they are all done under this kind of sports shooting.

Moreover, the police station provided him with two rifle magazines, three pistol magazines, and ten independent shotgun rounds. For Romon, it was also a child's play. When he went out a while ago, he wrapped two rounds of magazines directly on his body. .

Using a technique that he was too familiar with, Romon carried these magazines on his body in an orderly manner.

Seeing his graceful and calm back loading, the rest of the candidates lying on the ground and resting all opened their mouths wide in bewilderment:

"Is this the difference between a professional and an amateur? This is too easy. Give me so many clips, and I don't even know where to put them."

"Yes, yes, it seems that being a policeman is still difficult. I used to underestimate this profession."

"Chen! Good job! Good performance! I'm waiting to see your performance! You better add some Chinese Kung Fu! Let's do somersault shooting!"

Gallo's overly unrestrained cheering sound attracted the death gaze of the shooting instructor.

After glaring at the country native, the shooting instructor turned his gaze back to Romon.

As the so-called layman watches the fun, the expert watches the doorway.

The shooting instructor who has worked in the shooting range all his life can tell at a glance that Romon is a bit too professional.

This bastard, isn't he a professional three-gun contestant?

The shooting instructor was still sighing, and Romon's shooting performance had already begun.

First, the AR-15 rifle shot, and Romon hit all the targets perfectly under the premise that he could only use the mechanical sight.

Whether it is a fixed target or a moving target.

Just as he finished firing the first round of ammunition and was about to reload and start the second round of shooting, a half-length target suddenly popped up one meter behind him.

This is a target used to simulate a sneak attack. After so many years of invigilation, the shooting instructor has only seen a police candidate pass the test in less than a second of reaction time. That candidate is Tifa Janfort. .

Today, he wants to meet the second one.

Hearing the sudden sound from behind, Romon rolled over and adjusted his body position. While rolling, he took out the Glock 17 on his waist and started shooting.

Then, the most terrible force in the world is activated - habit.

Since the previous tens of thousands of shots were all shot using the Mozambique shooting method, Romon also used this method when the incident happened suddenly: two shots to the body and one shot to the head.

Boom, boom!

The half-body target of the sneak attack fell to the ground.

Along with the sneak attack half-length target, there is also the little heart of the shooting instructor: Oh, FUCK, are the police in Seattle so unrestrained, and they use this shooting method during normal training?

Although the police in the United States pay attention to emptying the magazine.

However, in the police law enforcement manual, it is clearly written that it is possible to subdue criminals, not to kill criminals.

Therefore, when the police practice shooting, they also practice shooting at non-lethal parts. This kind of shooting technique purely for killing people is not something a policeman should master at all.

But the shooting instructor thinks about it, the magical city of Seattle has created an anarchic area like Liberty Capitol Hill.

Then, as the policeman there, Romon must be more able to save his life.

The shooting instructor didn't make a sound. As for Romon, he didn't notice such a trivial matter. He was still concentrating on completing his shooting performance.

Ensure that every shot and every reload of your own can achieve the highest efficiency.

Hit all targets in 1 minute and 33 seconds.

Romon completed his three-gun shooting test in record speed.

"Clap clap clap!"

The shooting instructor took the lead and applauded. He walked towards Romon with a happy face, and laughed loudly:

"Jackie Chen, you have a beautiful shooting performance. You are the second candidate who hit all the targets perfectly after I have been a shooting instructor for more than ten years."

"Your predecessor was a female police officer named Jan Forte. She was also very accurate in shooting guns and had a fast reaction speed, but she was far behind you in proficiency in reloading."

"I have rarely seen the police, who can reload and reload so efficiently and beautifully, it's like a dance."

Praising Romon, the shooting instructor suddenly changed his expression, and said seriously: "But there is one thing, I hope you will pay attention to when you shoot in the future, that is, stop using that Mozambique shooting method, you are a policeman, not a killer. "

"In San Francisco, it's enough to have a jerk shoot like that."

"A bastard named John Wick!"

Speaking of John Wick, the shooting instructor gritted his teeth.

Looking at the angry expression on his face, Romon shrugged slightly, and complained in his heart:

I mean, is there a possibility that the bastard killer you speak of is right in front of you.

"Sorry, I got a little distracted."

The shooting instructor regained his composure and apologized to Romon: "Jackie Chen, I believe that as a fellow policeman, you must understand my anger towards that bastard killer."

"John Wick, I know this guy. I've seen it on the news in San Francisco recently. He wiped out a local gangster, right?" Romon asked knowingly.

"Yes, that man wiped out the notorious Gravel Gang in San Francisco. In this regard, I admire him a lot."

The shooting coach changed the topic: "That's why I want to catch him even more, send him to prison and reform himself, so that he can live a normal life again."

Pure Holy Mother, there is nothing to talk about.

After knowing the instructor's beliefs, Romon resolutely said goodbye:

"Sir, I still have to prepare for tomorrow's drag racing... Tomorrow's driving test, I will take a step ahead today."

Chapter 050 Brother, this is the retrograde road!Retrograde! (8k)

William Manor.

When the manor was first built, the city of San Francisco was still called San Francisco, and the land it was on belonged to the United Mexican States.

Today, with the passage of time, San Francisco has become part of California, USA, and William Manor has also been repaired and changed hands countless times, becoming today's White Dwarf Club.

"Yo! Dan! I haven't seen you for a few days. Why do you look so haggard? It seems that our police officer Taylor is worried about the safety of the citizens of San Francisco~"

Talking and laughing, the president of the White Dwarf Club walked into the club hall with his arms around Dan Taylor's shoulders.

As if to adapt to the historical atmosphere of this ancient manor, the decoration style of the White Dwarf Club completely copied the European classical decoration style.

The feeling of walking into this club is like walking into the Palace of Fontainebleau in France-elegant, thick, luxurious, and embellished.

In addition to the European classicism in the decoration, the members of this club are also completely in the style of the European classical period-because the members of this club are only pure-blooded whites, and they do not have the diverse skin color composition in the United States today.

"Good evening, Dan!"

"Look, who is here? It's our Sergeant Taylor!"

"Mr. Police Officer, Mr. Police Officer, do you want one? It is guaranteed to be legal, compliant, green and pollution-free."

One by one, he and his friends waved to respond. Dan Taylor reached out to take his friend's refill cigarette, collapsed on the buckskin sofa, and began to puff.

"How about it, Dan, how many days have you been to the San Francisco police station, and you haven't caught John Wick yet? I've been in the San Francisco Times, and I've prepared the headlines for you for several days. Waiting for the news of your victory to be published."

"Fuck, don't mention that bastard, that bastard is very weird. I found no less than ten analog portrait artists to draw wanted photos for that kid, but in the end, I didn't draw a single picture."

Taking a few puffs of the cigarette in his hand, Dan Taylor exhaled the smoke ring, releasing the pressure in his heart.

"Oh fuck, ten mock portraitists can't draw that kid's face, is he blessed by God?"

"He is a murderer who killed hundreds of people, why is he blessed by God? I feel that the bastard looks too strange, beyond the imagination of the simulation portraitist, so I can't draw it."

Raising his hand, Dan Taylor took a glass of champagne from the plate held by the waiter. After drinking it, he said: "Okay, let's not talk about that bastard, I came to the club today to have fun and release pressure, no Come to stress yourself."

Smacking his lips, savoring the aftertaste of champagne, Dan Taylor said, "Tell me, is there any special program today, can you relieve my boredom?"

"Hey, Dan, or you are the lucky bastard among our group, so many days, you don't come early, you don't come late, but come today when there are good goods."

The club president took out a non-smart phone from his pocket, and dialed a series of numbers from memory: "Hey, Captain, the shipment I want has not been unloaded from your broken ship?"

"Mr. President, good things always come to an end, don't you? Don't worry, I've already arrived at the gate of the manor, and I'll deliver your goods right away."

While talking, a 7-seater Land Rover Discovery stopped in the courtyard of the White Dwarf Club, the door was opened, and the person who walked out of the cab was a middle-aged man with a wide-brimmed hat and a beard, very American-style white male.

He walked to the rear compartment with wide strides, swung open the externally locked rear door, and shouted in Spanish:

"Girls, the set is here, come out."

With shouts, four identical-looking quadruplet sisters stepped out of the car. Their light brown skin indicated their origins, from the vast but impoverished Central and South American regions.

They came from Honderas, and followed their parents to the ideal paradise country - the United States of America.

Unfortunately, there is always an insurmountable gap between ideal and reality.

When their family went through untold hardships and came to the US-Mexico border, they discovered that foreigners like them were not welcome in this legendary paradise country.