I cut reality into a movie

Tifa's eyes froze for a moment, she was dazed for four or five seconds, and then she spit out the air in her lungs, and suddenly realized: "No wonder, no wonder the captain died in such a timely manner, and Anna walked away so happily, it turns out it was the police This Mr. Insider in the Bureau, please report to the outside again."

The inner ghost is always more hateful than the frontal enemy.

Tifa looked at Dan Taylor's name on the list, her amber pupils filled with anger.

She gritted her teeth tightly and asked Romon, "Let's start with this insider. If we want these bastards to go to jail, we need more and more direct evidence."

"Officer Tifa, maybe there are more and more direct evidences. We don't need to investigate them specially. The servers in this computer room can meet your needs."

Romon opened his arms, and at the same time, the camera zoomed back rapidly, covering all the hundreds of sets of server cabinets in this computer room.

In the dark computer room, there are only flashing green light spots on the server, making the atmosphere here both sci-fi and weird.

"Officer Tifa, now I can answer your previous question, why does a communication service provider's server room need four security guards with live ammunition?"

"The reason is - in addition to storing communication data, there are also customer call recordings, and they are captured by AI intelligent keywords, all of which are violent recordings."

If all call recordings are stored mindlessly, let alone hundreds of sets of servers, there are millions of sets, and there is no room for all kinds of nonsense chatting on the phone.

However, Klein Communications Company solved this problem through some kind of AI algorithm. The recordings it kept in secret are all violent recordings that have undergone special screening.

Romon just tried to listen to a few paragraphs, and heard all kinds of power and money transactions, drug transactions, and even husband and wife transactions.

Don't ask couples can also trade?To ask is to worship Prime Minister Cao and learn from Prime Minister Cao.

Retrieving all these strange recordings from unknown sources, Romon only left Dan Taylor's recordings and began to listen to them one by one.

Sure enough, the two calls that Dan Taylor made recently were all tipsters. One time he killed the captain, and the other time he rescued Anna.

And in the recording that killed the captain, Romon also heard these people talking about the virus attack targeting people of color.

"How about Romon? What did you hear?"

Not daring both of them to put on earphones to listen to the recording, Tifa asked eagerly while being in charge of guarding.

"Do you know the Ku Klux Klan?" Romon asked.

"Of course I know." Tifa replied: "A bunch of bloody white supremacists will brutally kill innocent people of color."

"Dan Taylor and the others have a similar organization." Romon pursed his lips and said in a heavy voice, "That organization is called the White Dwarf Club, and it is also doing things that hurt people of color, just like that Anna, with all her poison experiments, It's all made with people of color."

"Damn it!"

Resisting the urge to smash something, Tifa continued to ask, "What about the captain, what does the smuggler have to do with them?"

"I guess it's not going to be a happy relationship."

Romon continued to listen to the call records of the White Dwarf members in recent days, and finally heard the conversation between him and the captain in the president's call log, and also heard a word that made Romon's eyes bloodshot instantly - quadruplet sisters.

"How about Romon?"

Looking at the gloomy expression on Romon's face, Tifa also felt something was wrong.

"The captain came to San Francisco this time to conduct human trafficking. He sold a group of quadruplet sisters among Latin American refugees to the White Dwarf Club."

"And judging from the follow-up calls, those four poor girls may have..."

Romon couldn't go on, and didn't want to go on.

He looked at Tifa silently, and Tifa also looked at him silently. After a long time of looking at each other without words, the two spoke at the same time:

"I don't think they need to be brought to justice."

"I want those beasts dead."

Once again there was a tacit understanding, but this time the two couldn't look at each other and smile.

They just looked at each other and nodded, and Tifa asked, "What are you going to do? John Wick again?"

"No, it wasn't John Wick who made the shot this time, it was Jackie Chen."

As Romon said, he walked to the hole in the computer room.

The icy night wind passed through the hole, messing up Romon's curly long hair imitating Uncle Long, which made his image a bit messy, but at the same time, it also gave him a sense of chill.

He is no longer a law-abiding cop, but an Avenger from hell.

Luo Meng admitted that his current image is very different from the police officer Chen played by Uncle Long in "New Police Story".

But Luo Meng has no choice, he can only break the image of Officer Chen who is completely confined in the police frame, because he is not living in the movie story after all.

Even if he collects evidence, completes the formalities, perfectly plays a policeman, and brings Dan Taylor and his group to justice.

So what?

Anna's transfer has proved that American law is not effective for everyone.

At least not equally effective.

"Officer Tifa, what do you think of fishing law enforcement?"

"The law enforcement regulations say that it is an illegal operation, but I am not disgusted, because there are many criminals hiding in the dark, and they just need bait to catch them."

"It's a coincidence, that's what I thought too."

Romon picked up the cell phone seized from Anna's car and called Dan Taylor.

At this time, Dan Taylor was in the lobby of the White Dwarf Star Club, having an ups and downs with a white girl. When such a fierce battle was in full swing, Dan Taylor thought it was the president who was going to take care of his girlfriend when he saw his special plane rang. of.

So he didn't even look at the phone number, and just picked it up.

"President, what's the matter, I'm busy?"

"Busy? Mr. Dan Taylor, hear my voice, are you still busy now?"

Chapter 055 In the Pizza Box Romon Received Are Four Bloody Severed Hands

It’s like Christmas night, when it’s snowing heavily outside, you’re sitting on a slightly old single sofa in front of the fireplace, with a blanket covering your knees, and a cup of hot cocoa in your hand, enjoying the warmth of winter.

At this moment, someone suddenly rushed in, held up a shovel full of snow, and slapped you hard on the face.

The coldness of that moment.

From outside to inside.

Cold hearted.

That's how Dan Taylor feels right now.

He listened to Romon's dull voice on the receiver, as if his soul was about to freeze.

"List."

"Jackie Chen."

Dan Taylor called Romon's alias, his voice was slightly stiff, but the good education of the political family allowed him to maintain his final calmness, and he did not collapse and go crazy like Anna did.

He left the white girl under him slowly, sat on the sofa beside him, lit a cigarette with refills, took a few sips to relieve his mood, and forced a smile:

"This is really surprising, Police Officer Chen, I was able to receive a call from you on this mobile phone, hehe, can I say that I don't like Ms. Ye's nightly surprise at all?"

"If you don't like this surprise, I don't mind if you take it as a shock." Romon replied coldly.

"Frightened?"

Dan Taylor smiled and shook his head. The THC in the cigarettes began to anesthetize his brain nerves, making him feel invincible under the false chemical reinforcement:

"Officer Chen, at your level, you are not worthy of scaring me. You should know that just a phone number means nothing legally."

"On the contrary, I can bet that the way you obtained my phone number was definitely not a formal method. Instead, I can formally start the investigation of you, Police Officer Chen."

"Hehe, Officer Chen, Officer Chen who made a huge mistake in handling the case, I hope your dirty methods are not up to the level of imprisonment, otherwise I will personally send a colleague to prison, that is really A regrettable thing."

With regret in his mouth, Dan Taylor's tone was elated.

With the help of cigars...or anesthesia, Dan Taylor has completely erased his previous panic, and now he is back on his frosty throne.

With the attitude of a god, he looked down at Romon, a civilian police officer.

"Dan Taylor."

Breathing the cold night wind from the cave, Romon asked, "Do you think your identity, your family, can help you solve all problems?"

"No, I never feel that my identity can solve everything for me, but at least it can help me deal with you."

Breathing out the turbid smoke, Dan Taylor reached out and stroked the little feet of the white girl beside him: "Officer Chen, let me give you a chance, if tomorrow morning, you can let me see the mobile phone in your hand, appear in my office On the table, I'll just say nothing happens tonight, what do you think of this deal?"

"Terrible rubbish!"

Through the cracked hole, Romon looked at the stars in the sky, as if he saw the soul of the victim crying bitterly behind the stars:

"Dan Taylor, do you think those four poor refugee girls would let me make this deal?"

"AH!!! Dan! What are you doing?"

The sudden sharp pain in her foot made the white girl scream.

What responded to her was not the expected soft-spoken apology from Dan Taylor, but a loud slap in the face: "Get out!"

Shouting to get out, it was Dan Taylor himself who took the initiative to leave.

Barefoot and naked, he walked to the center of the club hall, under the gorgeous crystal chandelier, and responded in a cold voice:

"Jackie Chen, I have to admit that you are very capable, even more capable than I expected. You can always bring me a different kind of surprise when it is unexpected."

"It's my honor to be able to surprise Mr. Taylor." Romon said, "So, what is Mr. Taylor going to do with my little surprise master?"

"Make a price."

Dan Taylor raised his head and looked at the crystal chandelier above his head. His light brown and gray eyes were full of murderous intent.

He has already decided to get rid of Romon. The so-called asking price is just a bait to attract fish.

"I want your life."

Romon's answer was also very straightforward: "The 196th law of the Code of Hammurabi: an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth."

"Dan Taylor, the price you need to pay is your life."

Dan Taylor laughed when he heard Romon express more directly that he wanted to die.

Laughing hysterically, laughing twisted and weird.

He was out of breath, clutching his stomach, squatting under the crystal chandelier and laughing wildly.

After laughing wildly for about a minute, Dan Taylor responded out of breath: "Officer Chen, it seems that your historical grades are not very good. The "Code of Hammurabi" you mentioned never applies. to everyone."

"I promise, it's enough that it works for you."

"Haha, you promise?"

Dan Taylor's laughter gradually turned cold: "Officer Chen, it seems that my feeling is indeed right. From the first moment I saw you, I knew that you were a disgusting yellow-skinned monkey."

"Okay, you make you want to play this game with me, then let's start, I want to see who is dead on the street when the game is over."

Dan Taylor hung up the phone.

Seeing the eerie expression on his face, other club members immediately stepped forward and asked: "Dan, what happened?"

"It's nothing." Dan Taylor shook his head, and didn't want these ordinary members to waste their words: "There is a yellow-skinned monkey who knows something that he shouldn't know."

After speaking, Dan Taylor turned and left the hall.

While walking, he called the president of the White Dwarf Club.

After all, no matter how good his family background is and how prominent his status is, Dan Taylor is only an ordinary member in the White Dwarf Club. If he wants to mobilize the power of the whole club to do something, he still needs the president himself.

"how is the situation?"

At the same time that Dan Taylor was calling President White Dwarf, Tifa looked at Romon who had been speechless for a long time, and asked softly.

"As far as the gauntlet is concerned, it should be a successful gauntlet."

Romon breathed out the night wind, and after another moment of silence, he turned to Tifa and tried to suggest, "Officer Tifa, the next battle will be very dangerous, look at you..."

"I will fight by your side."

Tifa interrupted Romon and emphasized again: "I am not a princess in a Disney fairy tale. I don't need a prince to protect me. I didn't need it before, I don't need it now, and I won't need it in the future."

The night wind became colder and colder.

Through the broken glass hole, Tifa's single ponytail was blown high, making this angelic girl look a bit more like a Valkyrie under the moon.

"It's my sincere apology."

"Officer Tifa, I want to have some supper later, I invite you."