I cut reality into a movie

The fine beads of sweat on their foreheads, the turbid air from their nostrils, they are not very skilled, but they put in everything, even the flesh is scratched by the metal parts, and they don't stop fighting with guns.

They take the drama to the extreme without needing a guide.

click!

With a clear sound of loading, Secott took the lead in finishing the gun fight. He raised the Glock 17 in his hand and pointed it at the face of his old boss.

At this moment, he looked at his old boss's frightened, flustered, sad, angry and powerless old face, a revolving lantern appeared in front of Sekot's eyes, recalling everything he and his old boss had gone through over the years.

The index finger of his right hand kept accumulating strength, and kept releasing it, and finally raised the corners of his mouth on both sides, and said goodbye with a wry smile:

"Sir, over the years, I don't care what I am in your eyes, but you are always an old officer in my eyes, so..."

bang.

Gunshots sounded.

The smell of gunpowder that filled the pod interrupted Sekot's farewell.

His old boss once again told him by example - hesitation will only lead to failure.

Taking advantage of Sekot's farewell time, the chief of the police department finished the fight, and pulled the trigger on his old subordinate without hesitation.

The only pity is that the shot is a bit off.

The scorching bullet pierced Sekot's left ear in an instant, and bright red blood spewed out. As a PUA master, Sekot was once again cheated by his old boss.

"Ugh!!!!"

He screamed in pain and raised his left hand to grab his ear, then pointed his right hand holding the gun at the old boss's face, and pulled the trigger.

Blood flowers bloomed in the middle of the police chief's face.

Seekot was still angry when facing his old boss who was lying on the bench. He continued to pull the magazine that had been emptied, venting the anger that was pitted in his heart.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Dan Taylor admired it all and started applauding.

Of course, if he didn't hold the detonator in his left hand, his detached appearance of playing with the world would be more sensible.

"Secot, congratulations on winning the game, and congratulations on surpassing yourself. How about it? It feels good to kill the enemy with your own hands, doesn't it?"

"This bastard, I should have killed him 20 years ago!"

Clutching his blood gushing left ear, Sekot kept panting heavily, showing fatigue, pain, and even more excitement.

He has been depressed for too long.

He has been licking people all his life, and he needs such a chance to vent a long time ago.

"Taylor, the game I promised you is over, now it's time for you to deliver on your promise."

After venting completely, Sekot's mental state is different. Now he has firm eyes and confident tone, which is completely different from his previous submissive appearance.

As for Dan Taylor, he admired the reborn Sekot just as he admired his own work.

From his pocket, he took out the deposit slip that he had prepared long ago and threw it to Sekot, and said with a smile: "This is the money I promised you. I have written all the required procedures and passwords on it. Now, you can bring With the glory of victory, leave from here."

As he said that, Dan Taylor raised his hand as a gesture of invitation, indicating that Secourt could take the downhill rope prepared in advance behind the door and leave the pod.

"Okay, you keep your word."

After collecting the deposit receipt, taking off a strand of shirt, and bandaging his ears briefly, Sekot put on a downhill rope for himself, and jumped down from the open door of the viewing pod.

"Officer Chen, I hope you have a good time with this lunatic!"

Seecourt left, watching his slowly descending back, Dan Taylor smiled and said:

"Chen, what do you think of this performance?"

"Secot, what a cowardly and sad licking dog, but after the little game I designed, it is as confident and powerful as a new life."

"Chen, can you understand? Can you understand? The power in my hands! It's like a god, you can do whatever you want, you can do whatever you want."

"I want him to be reborn, he can be reborn, and if I want him to despair, he can be desperate!"

As he spoke, Dan Taylor snapped his fingers lightly, and he heard Sekot's wailing from outside the viewing pod: "Fuck! Taylor! You bastard! You fucking bastard! Kill you! I'm fucking going to kill you!"

"Sorry, Mr. Secott, I just had some problems with the description of the downhill rope. That is, this rope is indeed 50 meters long, but the part that can really bear weight is less than five meters."

Facing the slightly opened gap of the cabin door, Dan Taylor mocked Secourt who was hanging in mid-air, unable to get up or down.

Even Romon was a little surprised by this sudden change.

Through the virtual camera, he looked at the underside of the pod, dragging a downhill rope, and Sekot, who kept wailing, complained helplessly:

Good guy, I really didn't expect that the role of Nicholas Tse being hung in mid-air in the end was actually played by Secourt in friendship.

"Whether the sky is clear or cloudy, it is God's breath and breath."

Seeing Dan Taylor's intoxicated and enjoying expression, as the real youth version of God, Romon didn't know what expression to use for a while.

"So, you think you are God?" Romon asked.

"No, of course I'm not God!"

Dan Taylor shook his head: "I don't have the power like him, but I am a ruler, a natural ruler. I can't control the sky and the earth, but I can control you civilians."

"Whether it's you, Secott, the police chief, or my father, you're all just toys for me to knead."

"I, Dan Taylor, am the one who is really in charge!"

The deformed "aristocratic" education since childhood, combined with the terrible experience of being robbed of everything by Romon, has created Dan Taylor's completely distorted God-like personality at this moment.

Not wanting to argue too much with the completely crazy Dan Taylor, Romon just said indifferently: "So, how are you going to deal with me? You also fight with me? Then I can guarantee that you will die a miserable death. "

"No, no, no! Shooting and fighting is the strength of your low-level policemen, not mine."

Dan Taylor raised his hand and slowly touched the time bomb in the middle of the table. Looking at the countdown with less than 10 minutes left on it, he smiled and said:

"Chen, let's gamble on luck."

"I bet death, you bet life, I have to let you, a damned yellow-skinned monkey, know that I am the truly chosen one favored by God."

Got it!

Don't climb high branches.

I don't want you, the unlucky son of Lu Bu in San Francisco.

Romon sternly rejected Dan Taylor's act of acknowledging his father in his heart, and at the same time replied lightly on his mouth: "Be more specific, how do you compare?"

"We're going to defuse this bomb."

While Dan Taylor was speaking, he took off the transparent shell of the time bomb, exposing the colorful and entangled complex wires inside.

"This time bomb is a time bomb specially designed by a member of the White Dwarf Club. It is like those bombs in movies. As long as the wires on the bright side are cut off in a certain order, it can be successfully dismantled."

"Originally, this toy was prepared for you colored monkeys, but today, it's me playing with you monkey."

"The game is very simple. Each of us takes a pair of wire cutters and cuts one wire at a time. If the bomb explodes, I win, and if it doesn't explode, you win."

"Of course, you can also doubt the correct way for me to master it, but you don't have no choice, do you?"

Although Dan Taylor was immersed in the fantasy that he was a god, he was not yet completely stupid. He knew that no matter what he was competing with, it was impossible to win against the monster Romon.

So after concentrating on it, he decided to compare the bomb disposal and use luck to decide the final outcome between him and Romon.

"If you're betting on an explosion, I don't think you need to read the blueprints, otherwise the game would be too boring for you."

Luo Meng smiled indifferently, nodded and agreed: "Okay, let's compare luck. You think you are the chosen one and will be favored by God. As for me, I will be more greedy. I think I am God."

Romon generously admitted his identity.

But in Dan Taylor's view, Romon is taking advantage: "Chen, the sharp tongue will not bring you good luck."

"let us start."

After speaking, Dan Taylor raised the wire cutters in his hand and cut off a red wire on the bomb without hesitation.

Hmm...how to say.

In fact, Dan Taylor was really lucky. The first time he raised his hand, he successfully cut the detonation line of the bomb and won the game.

However, who told him to gamble his life with Romon, the youthful version of God, it was just a simple sentence—【The bomb in front of me will never explode. 】

Putting Dan Taylor out of the running for good.

"It seems that God doesn't want to see me so early."

"Chen, it's up to you next."

Dan Taylor handed the wire cutters to Romon with regret, and then looked forward to seeing the other party's reaction.

Because in his imagination, after Romon took over the wire cutters, he would be hesitant, with a face full of despair, and would even kneel down and beg him to take his life driven by his survival instinct.

Dan Taylor had it all planned out, and he thought he saw the end.

In the end, Romon took the wire cutters, and was faster than him, picked a green wire and cut it casually, then handed the wire cutters back.

"Speaking of which, has your father not spoken for a long time?"

"He's fine, it's just a toxic attack. After I entered the Ferris wheel pod, I injected him with a medium dose of tetrodotoxin. He will die in one to two hours. Calculate the time, it's almost the same now."

Chatting about his father's life as casually as he chatted about the weather, Dan Taylor casually explained why the old Taylor died, and then cut a bomb wire.

"Chen, I never thought that if anyone who enters this pod is allowed to leave, including you, we will all die!"

"Taylor, I have to remind you that God is not that easy to be, at least you are certainly not qualified."

Romon was not at all dissatisfied with the speed at which he cut the thread.

"Really, then let me take a good look at it. How long can you hold on to your calmness?"

Time passed by minute by minute.

The wires on the bomb were also reduced one by one.

It's just that the panic and fear that Dan Taylor expected, which should have appeared on Romon's face, not only did not appear on Romon's face, but gradually climbed onto his face.

"Chen, it seems that your luck is very good! There are only the last two wires left, and the bomb hasn't exploded yet."

"As I said, I am God and I can make this bomb never go off."

"Chen, in this world, there will never be a yellow-skinned God, only yellow-skinned monkeys will have yellow hair."

Even though the hands holding the wire cutters had begun to tremble uncontrollably, Dan Taylor still firmly believed that God was on his side.

"Why am I invincible, because I am the white son of God!"

"Why am I extremely lucky, because I am a white son of God!"

"Why am I rich, because I am a white son of God!"

Making the cross on his chest, Dan Taylor softly hummed the anthem of the White Dwarf Club. After mustering up his courage, he raised his hand and chose the black one among the last two black and white wires.

Click.

The black wire snapped.

At the same time, there is also a countdown device on the time bomb - 00.01.

Last second.

The Ferris wheel viewing pod also came to the highest point.

This was done on purpose by Dan Taylor, who had just sung the song for so long just to make Romon despair at the last moment.

But the cruel reality is that he was the one who got desperate at the last moment, and he was abandoned by God in his heart.

"Looks like God doesn't care about skin color, Dan Taylor, you lost."

"Losing? I lost?"

Dan Taylor trembled, looked up at Romon, and laughed maniacally: "I lost? How could I lose!? God can't control this! I can control this!"

"I'm the god of this pod! Everything here is up to me!"

Dan Taylor stood up with a growl, held up the detonator in his left hand and pressed it hard.

Snap, snap, snap.

The red button on the detonator was almost broken by him, but the time bomb on the table remained unmoved.

"what happened?!"

"What's all this about?"