I cut reality into a movie

Snapped!

Clap clap clap clap!

Pushing open the glass door of the North District Bureau, the welcome fireworks began to explode in front of Romon's eyes.

For Romon, a legendary newcomer, the colleagues in the North District Bureau still showed great enthusiasm.

"Officer Chen, on behalf of the North District Bureau, I welcome you."

The bald chief of the Northern District Bureau gave Romon a big bear hug. Although the man's body odor and even perfume couldn't do anything about it, Romon still felt his enthusiasm.

"Director! I will do my best! For the glory of our Northern Division, I will do my best!"

"Okay, I trust your guarantee. After all, you are the legendary rookie who successfully caught the red wanted criminal during the exam."

Probably because usually no one wants to get close to him, the bald director managed to catch the newcomer Romon, which was indeed a great effort to release his desire to communicate.

He even directly acted as a tour guide, introducing all the police officers of the North Division to Romon one by one.

"This is Officer John, Commander of the Financial Crimes Division..."

According to the department, according to the position, they are classified into categories, and the bald director introduced the group of people under him thoroughly.

But what surprised Romon was that the bald chief finally introduced Tifa to him.

"Tifa Genfort, Patrolman, the most dazzling pearl of our North Division, but you should already know our Miss Angel."

After the bald police officer introduced Tifa, he was about to drag Romon into the office, but Tifa went straight up and gave Romon a big hug under the bewildered eyes of everyone.

"Chen, welcome to the Northern Division!"

Snapped!

Clap clap clap clap!

If heartbreak had a voice, then the North District Bureau at this moment would be deafening.

With such a hug from Tifa, the hearts of all the male police officers in the Northern Division were broken, and the way they looked at Romon changed from friendly at first to naked anger.

Of course, the Lord would not care about such petty thoughts.

Facing Tifa's sudden hug, Romon had one thought in his heart: It is indeed my Jerusalem, and in just such a moment, my body and mind are completely purified, it's so fragrant.

Smelling the graceful lime-like body fragrance emanating from Tifa, Romon thoroughly cleaned his lungs—ah~~ he finally came back to life.

After the respiratory system was reborn, Romon also hugged Tifa politely, and said, "Officer Janfort, from now on, we are real colleagues. I hope we can support each other and catch more criminal."

"Of course, I believe our cooperation will be close."

Tifa smiled slightly, let go of Romon, and asked the bald director for instructions: "Director, Chen and I have known each other for a long time, so I will take Chen to lead him in the next assessment period."

You sure are just friends.

The bald chief inspected the two gossipingly for a while, then laughed, nodded and said, "Of course, since the two of you are friends, and you have already demonstrated your perfect cooperation in the capture of the captain."

"I believe that after you become official partners, you will definitely be able to burst out with greater strength! Make greater contributions to the safety of the citizens of San Francisco."

After the bald director finished speaking, he patted Romon on the shoulder, nodded affirmatively to Tifa, then turned around a little lonely, and walked to his office.

It seems that he still has a little regret that he can't continue to be a tour guide for Romon.

Looking at the back of the bald director leaving, Romon was also quite helpless. Although he, a god, can create things out of thin air, the things he creates are only for his own use.

So I can't make one for the bald chief, God's special deodorant for hair growth, we can only see if I can meet an awesome doctor in the future.

Romon and Tifa officially entered the door-checking session of the North District Bureau.

This is the environment that was supposed to be completed by two people, but now it's followed by a large group of little tails.

The scorching gaze licked back and forth on Romon's back, making him look at Tifa helplessly: "Officer Tifa, tell the truth, did you hug me on purpose just now?"

"of course."

Tifa nodded happily, then looked up at Romon, pointed her nose and snorted, "You bring me so much trouble every time, today I will let you feel the feeling of being cheated!"

"How? How does it feel? Do you fully understand how I usually feel?"

Tifa bent her eyes and looked at Romon with a smile, as if she really wanted to see Romon's distress.

Open fire!

With an order, Tifa attacked head-on.

As an American cowboy girl, Tifa has the same 1mm main gun as the M1A120.

And today, instead of firing ordinary shells, she fired the strongest armor-piercing shell in history-the depleted uranium armor-piercing shell.

She wants to gather the strength of all colleagues in the Northern Division to penetrate Romon's defensive armor in one fell swoop.

She pulled the trigger.

She fired a cannonball.

but!

Her shells missed because she was facing a Star Destroyer, and her guns didn't even have enough elevation.

Seeing Tifa smiling and asking how he felt, Romon certainly knew that he couldn't spoil the scenery at this time, so he also leaned forward, stared at Tifa's amber pupils and said seriously:

"There is an old saying in China that thunder, rain and dew are all the grace of the king."

"Putting this sentence to Police Officer Tifa, I would like to interpret it as, no matter rich or poor, regardless of health or disease, regardless of joy or sorrow, regardless of current or reverse, as long as Jerusalem is willing to come to me, for me , will be a gift!"

warn!warn!

The opponent launched a counterattack!

The opponent activated the Star Destroyer Cannon!

The opponent opened fire!

other side……

Tifa, who was driving the M1A1 main battle tank, disappeared directly into the scorching rays of the Star Destroyer.

pat.

Tifa's high face lowered instantly, she looked at the buttons of her police uniform on her chest, and suddenly wanted to change places with him, so that she could bury herself in the valley.

"Hey guy, here comes a Tifa killer."

As Tifa's best friend, even if Louise didn't hear what the two of them said clearly, she could tell that Tifa had completely fallen.

It's just that she's a little strange. Didn't Tifa still have a crush on cold-blooded killers some time ago? Why did she turn around and start liking hot-blooded policemen after only a few days?

Could it be that my best friend has the same style as me, they all pay attention to the love blitz, and pay attention to the one who comes and goes quickly?

While Louise was in a daze, Romon had gotten used to Tifa's sudden silence.

He interpreted this silence as that his language skills were not up to standard, and he always made speeches that made it difficult for Tifa to recover.

But the conscience of heaven and earth, Romon can swear to God, he has worked very hard to make his leading lady happy.

Just like that question.

Tifa asked herself if she minded her prank.

How easy is this to answer.

If Romon answered yes, it would appear that he was stingy and couldn't even accept a joke from a girl.

If he answered that he didn't mind, it would appear that he didn't respect Tifa's hard-working prank, and he didn't even know how to cooperate.

Therefore, he can only adopt the wisdom of his ancestors and answer that thunder, rain and dew are all God's versions of Jun En.

But even so, Tifa remained silent.

Luo Meng can only say that the language is broad and profound. As a director and screenwriter, he still needs to continue to dig deep into human nature in order to create empathetic lines.

As for when his line skill is qualified, the standard that Romon set for himself is that when he finishes speaking, Tifa will not fall silent, and his skill has reached the standard.

There is a long way to go in the language, and I still need to continue to work hard.

Romon sighed in his heart, and quickly changed the subject: "Officer Tifa, tell me about the San Francisco Police Department. I'm very interested in the officers in the police station."

Interested in police officers?

Tifa keenly heard the voice of Romon's words, and the blush on her face immediately dissipated, and she entered the working state.

"If you want to understand the police, let me start with the chief."

Tifa started chatting with the insensitive policeman, and then led Romon a little bit, and shook off the crowd watching behind him. When he arrived at the roof of the North District Bureau, after making sure that there was no one left and right, Tifa got straight to the point:

"Romon, have you discovered the problem with the San Francisco Police Department?"

"Uh... isn't your police station always a big colander, which question are you asking?"

"You bastard!"

Lifting his foot and kicking Romon's calf, Tifa rolled his eyes and said, "If you didn't find out that there is a problem in the police station, what do you mean by asking me about the situation of the police?"

Of course it's because I need an Azu.

Luo Meng complained in his heart, then pasted the word 'animal' on his forehead, and began to shamelessly deceive his female number one:

"Officer Tifa, I don't have the evidence you want, but I have a hunch, I have a hunch that there will be a big trouble in the San Francisco Police Department, and the troublemaker is likely to be a young police officer with a deep background and a little nervous .”

"You mean Dan Taylor?"

When Tifa mentioned a name, Romon instantly regained his spirits: Damn, does such a person really exist?God opened his eyes?

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Romon asked, "Officer Tifa, tell me about this Dan Taylor."

"He's a jerk."

"Hey? Give me an evaluation?"

"You are different!"

Tifa became anxious for a moment: "You are completely different people! He, he is a white supremacist!"

One day people don't notice, two days people don't notice, after a long time, people will always show their feet.

In particular, Dan Taylor's colleagues are still a bunch of police officers. It took a few days to see that Dan Taylor is a racist and is not friendly to all non-white people.

But if you can see it, you can see that there are too many racists in the United States. As long as you don't express it publicly, everyone will save face and it will be over.

Only a cowboy girl like Tifa who doesn't rub the sand in her eyes can directly express her dissatisfaction with Dan Taylor.

"Racists."

Romon nodded, and also remembered what the surname Taylor represented in San Francisco: a racist noble young master, this combination sounds like it has the potential to commit crimes.

Adhering to the spirit of killing a thousand by mistake rather than letting one go, Romon activated the hacking software in his hand and sent a Trojan horse file to Dan Taylor's office computer.

"The Mysterious Mrs. President? Elegant? Photo, if you are an American, you should not miss it!" "

The tricks are fine but not new, and efficiency always ranks first.

Not to mention the Americans, anyone in the world will have the urge to click on the indecent photos of the wife of the President of the United States.

Sure enough, as soon as Romon sent the Trojan horse file to the mailbox of the other party, he gained control of Dan Taylor's office computer.

"Huh, if you don't work hard during working hours, you see, you will get the virus in no time."

Romon pursed his lips and began to quickly browse Dan Taylor's office computer. Tifa listened to his muttering and leaned over strangely: "Romon, what are you talking about, what virus?"

"Nothing, just hack Dan Taylor's computer to see if he has any illegal records."

"Dan!" Tifa covered her mouth for an instant, then kicked Romon's calf fiercely: "Are you addicted to hacking? You hacked your colleague's computer the first day you came to the police station?"

"I saw something interesting."

"what?"

With a mouthful of integrity, Tifa approached Romon, stretched his neck, and looked at the phone screen.

Soon, Tifa looked at Romon with strange eyes: "They found the letter from your late wife?"

"That's right, I wrote a letter to myself in order to make the character image full enough, but I didn't expect that the letter was not burned in the fire, and the wreckage was found by the First Special Forces."

Romon said, as if remembering something, he assured Tifa: "Don't worry, apart from these purely fictitious things, I have already dealt with all the photos and fingerprints that can really prove my identity. "

Since that night, after being slapped in the face by little Tarasov with a photo, Romon no longer believed in the cleaning effect of the fire, but directly uttered a motto, annihilating all the evidence that could point to him.

"Hmph, who cares about you, bastard? With your calculations, if human beings are destroyed, you won't be able to."

Tifa raised her face and argued: "I just feel sorry for my colleagues in the First Special Forces. There are so many excellent police officers, but they can only waste police force by chasing you bastard."