I cut reality into a movie

The sound of the roaring engine resounded.

The ambush point chosen by President White Dwarf is a viewing platform on the mountain, and there is a narrow road that can accommodate bicycles, allowing him to swoop down with a Hummer and crash the passing Romon into the opposite side of the road. under the cliff.

Of course, in order to accurately hit Romon's police car, White Dwarf set up a roadblock on the road. Although it was just an ordinary warning sign, it was enough to make Romon stop for a while and create an attack window for him.

The thickened bulletproof tires of the four-wheel drive roll up layers of mud on the narrow mountain road.

President White Dwarf stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and looked at Romon's police car parked in front of the sign, as if he had seen the final chapter of the story.

Until the moment he rushed out of the path.

Only then did he know that in the final chapter of the story, instead of Romon's name, his girlfriend's name—Anna.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

President White Dwarf reacted quickly. The moment he saw Anna's face in the window of the Mercedes-Benz, he stepped on the brakes.

However, the powerful inertia of diving down from the viewing platform made all reactions at this moment slow.

There was nothing he could do, he could only watch helplessly as the sitting Hummer crashed into his girlfriend.

At the same moment, Anna, who was sitting in the Mercedes-Benz, also saw this giant beast that was rushing towards her.

At this moment, she seemed to have returned to three years ago, to the scene of the original car accident.

At that time, it was the same scene. She was sitting in the passenger seat and watched a car hit him from the side. Until now, he can still clearly remember the appearance of the driver in that car.

It was an ugly face covered with herpes, with vengeful rage, and no hesitation in the dark eyes. He had come to avenge himself on the poisoner.

At that time, Anna escaped unharmed and escaped the call of death.

But today, looking at the panicked face of her boyfriend in the driver's seat of the car, she knew that this time, it was time for her to report to the god of death.

After all, she couldn't escape the fate that the god of death bestowed on her.

The sound of a violent collision resounded throughout the mountain road. The three-ton Hummer off-road vehicle directly knocked Anna's father and daughter's Mercedes-Benz and flew it sideways, and then ruthlessly hit the police car parked by Romon.

However, Romon, who had a premonition about all this, had already got out of the police car ahead of time, and rolled to the side of the road with a gun in his hand.

The gods react fast enough, but mortals can't do it.

The sudden unexpected traffic accident made other White Dwarf members who were riding motorcycles completely unaware of what happened.

They looked at the overturned Benz, then at the parked Hummer, and finally focused on Romon who was rolling by the side of the road.

"Look! The yellow-skinned monkey is there!"

"Kill! Kill him!"

Not knowing what to do, he followed the original plan and killed the yellow-skinned monkey who controlled the secrets of the club.

The first person to rush to Romon was the member Terry who had been photographed by Romon.

"Yellow-skinned monkey, go to hell!"

Without a trace of pity, without a trace of hesitation, under the strong excitement given by amphetamine.

He picked up the Sig Sauer MPX-P in his hand, and pulled the trigger on Romon. The rate of fire was as high as 850 rounds per minute, and the 30 rounds of 9mm Luger bullets in the magazine were instantly emptied.

It stands to reason, such a short distance, such a fierce firepower.

Terry deserved to see Romon being beaten into a sieve.

But the cruel reality is: the bullets he fired were full of bullets, and under the will of the gods, he perfectly achieved only strokes and no hits.

The powerful Luger bullets scattered all over the mountain roads, causing the effect of smoke bombs to seal the smoke.

"how can that be?"

Looking at Romon, who was completely unharmed in the smoke, Terry was completely dumbfounded. The sharp drop at this moment even made him suppressed in his body, and a false sense of excitement was induced by the medicine.

He wanted to know why he could shoot all the bullets when he shot close to the face, but the god of death opposite him had already smiled at him.

There was no chance to ask questions, and a bullet pierced his skull, completely obliterating his consciousness.

Death, began his dance.

But this time, Romon didn't shoot twice to the body and one to the head, but to shoot more simply and sharply to the head. Every time he pulled the trigger, he could take away the life of a member of the White Dwarf.

In the final time of 14 seconds, Romon killed all thirteen White Dwarf members including the stalker.

Now, it's their turn.

Return the clip and reload.

While loading the gun, Romon stepped on the police boots and walked slowly towards President White Dwarf, who was trying to move the Mercedes-Benz hard to save his girlfriend.

"Do you have any last words?"

"I thought you, as a policeman, would make me put up my hands and surrender."

President White Dwarf stopped what he was doing and sneered with his back to Romon.

"No, you are wrong. It is because I am a policeman that I will not let you raise your hands and surrender."

As he said that, Romon raised the gun in his hand and pointed it at the back of President White Dwarf's head: "I know that the laws of the world are very difficult to deal with you privileged people, so I decided to send you to see God directly."

"Fuck You Asian!"

President White Dwarf raised his bloody right hand high and raised his middle finger at Romon.

Until the end, he never called Romon by name, and he didn't even bother to say his job title, because in the eyes of a white supremacist like him, Asians are all the same yellow-skinned monkeys, and there is no need for careful screening.

An Asina is enough to call all Asians.

boom!

Gunshots sounded.

Romon sent away the president of the White Dwarf Club who was proud of being white until the moment of his death.

Then, he leaned down, picked up the chairman's cell phone, and called Dan Taylor.

"President, how is the situation? Have you dealt with that yellow-skinned monkey?"

Dan Taylor's expectant voice came from the receiver until Romon ruthlessly broke it: "Mr. Taylor, the president you mentioned has already gone to determine the skin color of God, and it's time for you to play .”

After finishing speaking, Romon threw the president's mobile phone directly at the cliff beside the road, then picked up a Mitsubishi motorcycle of a White Dwarf member, and rode towards the North Beach Taylor Commercial Building.

The back of Romon moving forward is firm and unrestrained.

But on the other side, Dan Taylor, who was standing on the top floor of the Taylor Commercial Building, was not so relaxed at the moment.

The president's death made him feel fear for the first time.

The cold sweat, like the cancer of the tarsus, spread uncontrollably throughout his body, making Dan Taylor feel chilled to the bone when he was blown by the wind from the roof.

The president is dead.

Killed by a yellow monkey?

Hehe, he was killed by a mere yellow-skinned monkey!

Dan Taylor began to laugh uncontrollably. Looking at his twitching back, the White Dwarf member guarding the stairway asked strangely, "Dan, what's wrong with you?"

"No, it's nothing. It's just that the president called just now, saying that they didn't wait for the yellow-skinned monkey. The monkey saw through the human plan. This made me feel very funny and ashamed!"

Dan Taylor concealed the content of the call and concealed the death of the chairman.

Because he knew very well that if he announced the death of the president at this moment, the only thing waiting for him was the collapse of the White Dwarf Club.

Yes, this club is so fragile. They are just a group of victory sharers who get together. They can only accept continuous winning, but they cannot accept any loss.

Not to mention the cruel gamble that if you lose, you will be worth your life.

Dan Taylor knew the members. They were a group of vultures. Although they looked like claws and claws, they were huge, but they ate carrion.

If it is real, it will be vulnerable to a single blow.

But having said that, these people's waste is waste, and they can still be used.

After all, bullets have no eyes. As long as there are enough people, one shot can stun Romon, and his goal of Dan Tai Le will be accomplished.

Slightly raised the corners of his mouth, Dan Taylor showed a confident smile, then blushed, and breathlessly issued false orders:

"The president is already on his way back. As for the yellow-skinned monkey, it should arrive sooner, so let everyone know and enter the battle state. As long as you see that damned monkey, don't hesitate to kill it."

"Ok."

The member accepted the order, and then laughed: "I was worried before, if the monkey was really killed by the president, wouldn't those of us guarding the commercial building be bored to the brim, now it's all right, the monkey came to us In the nearby hunting grounds, we are the ones who can enjoy hunting to the fullest.”

"Yes, this is destined to be a pleasant hunt, go prepare."

Dan Taylor sent the bloodthirsty member away with a smile, then looked at the back of the other person going downstairs, and whispered softly:

"Go, let's fight. Jackie Chen is only one person in the end, but you have more than 30 people. Even if you are trash, you can kill him successfully."

"After all, he's not the John Wick I'm chasing, who can kill hundreds of gangs by himself."

When it comes to John Wick, the look on Dan Taylor's face is even harder to look at.

He really didn't expect that he came to the police station just to gain his qualifications, but the problems he encountered became more troublesome and more difficult than the last.

John Wick is tough enough, and now there's a Jackie Chan.

"I've been really unlucky lately!"

Dan Taylor cursed secretly, then stood on the top floor of the commercial building and looked into the distance.

He was relaxing, but he didn't know that his appearance had already been seen by Tifa who was about to snipe at the top of another building a kilometer away.

At this moment, Tifa is debugging her favorite gun.

A XM2010 super sniper rifle from Remington, which is a sniper rifle capable of firing .300 Winchester Magnum bullets, has a terrifying effective range of 1200 meters. Tifa once used it to capture the California police Champion of the sniper contest.

But today, it should be used in real combat, not just for shooting targets.

Through the 20x variable optical scope from Leupold that came with the gun, Tifa could see every crease on Dan Taylor's face.

See his hesitation, see his fear.

"Where are you now?"

"Is the ambush on the mountain road settled?"

Through the wireless headset, Tifa dialed Romon's phone.

"It's done. They're just a bunch of self-righteous bastards. I hope that when they reincarnate in their next life, they can learn how to behave again. Otherwise, their next life is destined to be very short."

Romon commented on the enemies he encountered in a calm voice, and then asked Tifa, "What about you, Officer Tifa, have you arrived yet?"

"Even ready to shoot."

Tifa smiled confidently: "As long as you want, I can send Dan Taylor to God right now."

Looking at Dan Taylor's thumping temple in the middle of the crosshairs, Tifa rubbed the trigger and licked her lips slightly.

"Then, Officer Tifa must hold back the desire to pull the trigger, otherwise the rest of the White Dwarf Club's bastards will run away once Dan Taylor dies."

Romon reassured Tifa, then put the motorcycle under his crotch into another gear, and accelerated to the Taylor Building: "5 minutes, I will appear in front of the Taylor Building on time in 5 minutes."

Romon's promise will always be accurately fulfilled.

The moment he stepped on the motorcycle stand and turned from the motorcycle to the ground, it was exactly 5 minutes before he made his promise, not less than a second.

"I saw you, how are you going to get in?"

Tifa's voice came from the headset, and Romon smiled slightly after hearing it: "How do you get in? Of course, walk up from the main entrance."

"Okay, I don't need to ask you, after all, your bastard style has always been like this."

Tifa snorted softly, and then reported the enemy's location to Romon: "The corridor on the first floor, there are enemies behind the third pillar on the left, and the fourth pillar on the right. There are also two hidden behind the water storage tanks on the second floor. I can see it from the outside, as for the layout of the building, you can figure it out yourself."

"enough."

Romon nodded, and invited: "Then the first shot in the opening will be fired by Officer Tifa?"

"no problem."

Tifa agreed, and looked at the ballistic calculator from the corner of her eye, looking at the distance, angle, wind pressure, wind speed, wind direction, humidity, temperature, and air pressure on it.

After importing all these data into his brain and comparing them with the shooting table, Tifa adjusted the shooting angle.

However, the moment she pulled the trigger, her intuition told her that the shot was bound to fail.

One side is precise calculation, the other side is pure intuition.

Facing this dilemma, Tifa decisively chose the latter.