I cut reality into a movie

"North District Bureau?" Hearing Romon mentioning the North District Bureau, Hoffman was amused: "If it were you, maybe it would be really suitable for the North District Bureau."

"Instructor Hoffman, your smile seems to have some meaning?"

"Hahaha, in the San Francisco Police Department, all the male police officers who volunteered to go to the North District have ulterior motives."

Just when Hoffman was making fun of Romon, a call for help came from their car police intercom.

"This is PGU1732 of the Northern District Bureau. I am chasing a 7-seat Land Rover Discovery in the middle of King's Avenue, from north to south. The license plate number is 6HBG595, and I am requesting internal support."

"Repeat, this is PGU1732 of the North District Bureau, I am in the middle of King's Road, north to south..."

I have to admit that the sound quality of the vehicle-mounted police walkie-talkie is indeed not ordinary. Even Romon, who is so familiar with Tifa's voice, only heard it the second time before he realized that it was Tifa asking for help.

"This is PGU1633, I will go to the rescue immediately! Repeat, this is PGU1633, and I will go to the rescue immediately."

Knowing the rules for calling for help on the police walkie-talkie, it is to call for help from the nearest location, so Romon didn't hesitate, just read the number on the walkie-talkie, and replied to Tifa's call for help.

After replying, he turned to look at Hoffman, shrugged and said, "Instructor Hoffman, it seems that my road test results may need to be retaken, if you have a retake."

"Whether there is a make-up exam depends on your support situation, PGU1633, if the support fails, you and I will not be as simple as a make-up exam, but will face an internal investigation."

Hoffman, who knew Romon's "painful past", did not blindly stop Romon's support, because he knew very well that based on Romon's experience, it was impossible for him to give up his fellow policemen again.

"Then ask examiner Hoffman to help me prepare the application for the make-up exam. I am very confident in my driving skills, whether it is chasing the enemy or taking the exam."

As Romon spoke, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, then he turned the steering wheel abruptly, turned around and rushed towards the King's Road.

The smile on Romon's face was confident and elegant, and Hoffman felt calm when he saw it, until the oncoming car interrupted his calmness:

"Oh! Fuck! Chen! You're fucking on the wrong side of the road!"

"Hurry up on the reverse road, and we're not going to block people."

The siren sounded, and the accelerator under Romon's feet continued to increase, carrying the pale-faced Hoffman, and rushed towards the direction where Tifa called for help.

On the other side, listening to the familiar and unusual voice on the police walkie-talkie, Tifa was a little confused for a moment:

"Is my ear broken? Why did I hear Romon's voice? But at this time, shouldn't he be taking the road test, so how could he reply to my call for help?"

"Forget it, I don't want him anymore. I must think of that bastard from time to time, so that I can hear other people's voices as his."

Shaking her head, Tifa threw out the small doubts in her heart, glanced at the wanted criminal's photo on the phone screen, and started chasing the Land Rover Discovery in front of her wholeheartedly.

It was the captain who sent the quadruplets to the White Dwarf Club last night that Tifa pursued with all his strength.

As a well-known smuggler on the U.S.-Mexico border, the captain's wanted photo was on the red notice in the United States as early as 3 years ago, but no one has been able to find him.

However, the captain has been careful all his life. After all, he never imagined that he would be accidentally discovered by a patrolman patrolling the street. Remembered his face.

As for why this patrolman is so nervous, he ran to see the red notice outside her duty every day.

It's not because there are people she cares about on it, she needs to keep abreast of the updates of the wanted warrant, so that she can see someone's photo at the first time, so that she can notify someone to run quickly.

"Fuck his grandma, I'm really a sailboat in the gutter."

"I have been smuggling on the U.S.-Mexico border for so many years without being caught by the border guards. In the end, when I was buying a bottle of Coke in San Francisco, I was recognized by a small policeman! This is really a bit of a memorization."

The lips with bushy beards kept opening and closing, and the captain was cursing, wishing he could shoot the annoying policeman behind him.

But this kind of thing, at most, think about it in your heart, the captain knows that once he starts to exchange fire, it is really over.

What's more, the Land Rover Discovery he sat in was a modified special version, not only added a set of auxiliary fuel tanks, but also upgraded the engine.

Although it looks like an ordinary large SUV, its core can run better than ordinary rally cars.

"Stinky guy, just follow me to eat exhaust gas, I don't believe that your broken police Dodge can catch up with my modified Land Rover."

"Unless you can call a car and stop me in front of me!"

"Otherwise, you little trash..."

The captain was talking boldly, despising the little policeman behind him, when he saw the red and blue lights flashing in front, and another police Dodge came oncoming.

"Fuck! What the hell is going on?"

The captain blinked his eyes several times, and looked at Tifa who was chasing after him through the rearview mirror. After making sure that his eyesight was not blurred, he was dumbfounded:

"Fuck! The car is coming from the front! Are the San Francisco police so fearless?"

The captain was roaring, and so was the frightened Hoffman.

He thought that after the retrograde baptism just now, after feeling dozens of cars whizzing past by his ears, he had already entered the state of Zen, and his heart to look at everything was lightened.

But facing the oncoming black Land Rover, Hoffman's desire to survive was burning: "Brake! Brake the fuck! You're going to crash into it!"

squeak~~~~~~

The sharp braking sound pierced the eardrums, but when it was heard in Hoffman's ears, it was life's hope.

It wasn't until the world in front of him began to rotate violently that he realized that Romon hadn't braked, but drifted. This bastard used his driving skills to turn the car around 180 degrees while driving at high speed, and then used the rear of the car to slam into the captain's front.

boom!

A deafening crash echoed through the King's Row.

The final crash scene is:

The police Dodge driven by Romon only lost half of the trunk under the protection of the alloy guardrail. As for the Land Rover Discovery modified by the captain, it was also very crashworthy, only losing 1/3 of the front of the car.

It's a pity that hitting the rear with the front of the car, no matter how strong the car is, will damage the driver more.

Under the premise that the airbag was successfully deployed, the captain who suffered the severe impact passed out in a coma.

"San Francisco police! Hold still!"

Tifa, who followed closely behind, came to the pilot's cab where the captain was with a gun in hand. After finding that the captain was knocked unconscious, he walked towards the police Dodge where Romon was with his face full of black lines.

"What did you do? This kind of arrest is too dangerous! Haven't you read the "Code of Police Enforcement"?"

Tifa walked to the driver's seat of the police car angrily, leaned down and looked in, the expression on her face almost tensed.

"you……!"

Looking at Romon's smiling face and Hoffman's completely pale face, several names flashed through Tifa's mind—Romon, Park Renyong, Johnny Silverhand, and John Wick.

Finally, Tifa remembered what Romon's police officer's name was.

Thinking about it further, the two of them met once in the setting, knew each other, and had a good relationship: "Jackie? Why are you here? Aren't you taking a road test?"

"Officer Tifa, as you can see, I'm taking the road test right now. As long as I can pass the test and get hired, I can work with your beautiful female police officer to protect the safety of the citizens of San Francisco."

"You are like this, and you still want to pass the road test?"

Seeing that Romon is still in the mood to joke with himself, Tifa can't wait for Bang Bang to punch him twice, so that he can stop being such a jerk and do whatever he wants.

"Whether or not my road test scores will be valid in the end depends on the weight of the fugitive that Police Officer Tifa is chasing down."

"What if I told you that he was just an ordinary car thief?"

Tifa also wanted to make a joke with Romon, but seeing Hoffman in the co-pilot was about to cry, Tifa could only admit, "Well, this bastard is called the captain, he is engaged in border smuggling, and he is on the red notice. fugitive."

"I ran into him when I was patrolling the streets in San Francisco today, so I chased him all the way here until he was stopped by you."

When Tifa introduced the captain's background, the captain who had just fallen into a coma had come to life, and was climbing out of the cockpit staggeringly at the moment, pointing the Sig Sauer P320 in his hand at Tifa.

"go to hell!"

boom!

The gunshot rang out, and it wasn't Tifa who fell, it was the captain.

The wrists of his left and right hands were each pierced by a gun.

As the instigators of the two muzzles, Romon and Tifa looked at the guns in each other's hands and smiled at each other:

"It's pretty accurate."

"You too."

Chapter 051 Some people claim to be the son of God, but some people are the real God (million words)

boom!

It was the sound of champagne being opened.

Just as the captain was shot twice and fell to the ground and was arrested, his regular customer Dan Taylor was in the police office, opening champagne for his evidence collection team to celebrate.

Holding the wine bottle with his own hands, he poured a glass of clear and fragrant wine for each member of the forensics team to affirm their progress in forensics.

"Masters, this is an absolutely major breakthrough!"

"The members of the forensics team found the remains of this 'dead wife' letter in the ruins of John Wick's house, which will greatly speed up our arrest of John Wick."

"Because no matter how clever and cunning a person is, he can't cover up the traces of another person's life. As long as we start with John Wick's deceased wife, we will definitely be able to catch John Wick's fox tail!"

"Now, let's raise our glasses together to thank our colleagues in the forensics team for their hard work over the past few days!"

"Thank you for finding this ground-breaking physical evidence in that dusty, filthy ruin."

Glory and thanks.

The most hypocritical incentives.

It is also the most effective incentive.

For a small breakthrough, Dan Taylor praised the results of the forensics team in front of the whole team of police officers, which not only encouraged the members of the forensics team to continue to work hard.

At the same time, it set a benchmark and an example for the players in other groups, telling them that as long as they catch John Wick with all their heart, they will be able to gain glory... and more importantly, substantial monetary rewards.

The red envelope of [-] dollars per person completely ignited the enthusiasm of the first special operation team to arrest Romon, although in their hearts, these policemen did not think there was anything wrong with Romon's anti-crime behavior, and even appreciated it.

However, in the face of the real, green, and ink-scented hundred-dollar bills, any appreciation is nonsense. These policemen only want to defend the dignity of the law in San Francisco and bring John Wick, a ruthless killer, to justice.

Yelling, clamoring, swearing.

Every police officer in the First Special Operations Squad swears and swears to bring John Wick to justice.

When they swore, they didn't quite know that the so-called breakthrough evidence they found - the farewell letter from the deceased wife - was just a movie prop written by Romon himself.

According to the little memories above, to follow the traces of John Wick, Romon can only say one thing, as long as you are happy.

Sometimes I have to say something.

Romon, the youth version of God, is indeed cruel.

He treats Dan Taylor, even falsely happy, unwilling to give a handout for too long.

While they were drinking champagne, singing, laughing and thinking about the bright future, Romon suddenly put the bad news on his face.

—The captain is under arrest.

Looking at the notification letter inside the police station, Dan Taylor almost choked himself to death with a sip of champagne.

"Cough cough cough cough."

The sudden bifurcation made Dan Taylor cough violently, and facing this opportunity to show concern, Secourt naturally did his part.

He pushed away the other police officers, rushed up and patted Dan Taylor on the back gently, and changed the topic while calming down: "Sir, did you see the internal police announcement just now? The notorious Captain Red Wanted was arrested Yes, it was caught by our San Francisco Police Department!"

"Cough cough cough cough!"

Dan Taylor coughed harder.

"Sir, I know this is something to be excited about, but don't get too excited, because the person who caught the captain was Jackie Chen, who was taking the road test. You met him at the gate of the police station two days ago. That Asian."

"Kakakakakaka!"

It was no longer a choking cough, but Dan Taylor's lungs were whining.

"What's even more exasperating is that the one who called Jackie Chen for support was Officer Janfort."

"Uh!!!!"

Finally, Dan Taylor did not catch his breath, and passed out of shock.

When he woke up again, he was already in the infirmary.

Looking at the white ceiling of the infirmary, Dan Taylor's chaotic mind gradually came to his senses.

He stood up on the edge of the bed, nodded slightly with the nurse, and after indicating that he was fine, he pushed open the door of the infirmary, and then saw the culprit who made him unconscious.

At this moment, Dan Taylor understood why Secourt could let Romon go in person, because with his IQ, it was a luxury to expect him to catch people.

But Dan Taylor also understood at the same time, why the Chief of the San Francisco Police Department was able to promote this person all the way to the Deputy Bureau, and it was also because this person was stupid enough.

There is no way, for leaders, subordinates are like this, being capable and obedient cannot have both, and the vast majority of leaders will choose the latter.