I cut reality into a movie

"Why doesn't this damn bomb go off? Why!?"

A silent time bomb.

Became the last straw that crushed Dan Taylor.

He broke down.

He sat down on the bench decadently, staring blankly at the bomb on the table. He couldn't understand why he had designed everything so perfectly, but still fell short at the last moment.

Does God really not care about him?

He is not a son of God, and the white skin he has always been proud of is no different from other skin colors?

The distorted belief collapsed at this moment.

Dan Taylor is dead.

Although his body is still breathing, his soul has dissipated.

"Dan Taylor, you are doomed not to be God."

"Because the Lord never fools the world, only humans take pleasure in fooling their own kind."

As Romon said, he took out a black box the size of a matchbox and placed it on the table.

He began to 'explain', both to Dan Taylor and to the audience in front of the screen in the future, why the bomb didn't explode in the end.

"This is a wireless signal jammer."

Romon pointed to the black box on the table: "I prepared it in advance when I knew you were carrying a bomb, and now it seems that it is very useful."

"There is also this bomb. Unfortunately, I have seen similar bombs in Seattle, so I know its structure, and I know that every time you cut the thread, it is in vain."

"So I have to admit that your luck is really bad. There are so many leads, so many opportunities, and you haven't seized one of them."

Romon 'explained' everything, but Dan Taylor had the energy to listen.

He just sat there silently, like a walking dead.

After a long silence, the observation pod of the Ferris wheel fell to the ground again, Romon opened the pod door, and finally said to Dan Taylor:

"Throw away the radio jammer and your detonator will work fine."

"If you still want to use it."

After speaking, Romon left the viewing pod of the Ferris wheel, set foot on the solid ground again, and walked step by step towards Tifa who opened his arms in the distance.

Romon left the death game and returned to real life.

As for Secourt, who was hoisted all the way under the viewing pod, he also felt that he could return to reality.

Yes, he was not crushed to death.

After all, the observation pod of the Ferris wheel cannot rotate close to the ground, and there is still a considerable distance from the lowest point of the pod to the ground.

Looking at Mother Earth, who was less than two meters away from him, Sekot cried—he knew that his good days were coming, and a beautiful life was just around the corner.

He excitedly disassembled the downhill rope on his body, and after falling to the ground with a bang, he didn't even have time to show his reborn smile.

I felt a heat on the top of my head.

The flames of the explosion engulfed him.

Together with his delusion, his flattery, his pathetic life of kneeling and licking the powerful, and bullying the weak, he swallowed them all.

The heat wave from the explosion also rushed towards Romon, but it only lifted the corners of Romon's police uniform, adding a touch of gorgeous color to the man's back.

Lens, so far

Officer Chen never looked back at the explosion.

Chapter 060: I'm Going to Crack Down, Not to Inherit the Family Business, This Movie Is Really Bad

The air wave from the explosion.

It was supposed to be hot and scorching.

But when they blew past the bald head of the Northern Division, it gave the division chief the feeling of standing on the Siberian ice sheet, facing a snowstorm in the Arctic Circle.

Hands are cold.

My heart is even colder.

The bald director looked at the thick smoke rising from the Ferris wheel, at the observation pod that was shattered by the explosion, and finally at Romon's unrestrained pace like a hero in a movie, "a real man, never look back at the explosion".

He was stunned, he strode forward, just about to grab Romon and question him, when Tifa beside him took a step ahead.

Soft, soft, soft and soft feeling, wrapping Romon tightly.

Tifa hugged Romon vigorously, her slender cherry lips whispered slightly, and after confirming that the name was correct, she asked, "Chen, are you not injured?"

"He got hurt! He's the only one standing here alive, and he's still hurt!?"

Before Romon could speak, the bald director interrupted Tifa with a displeased face.

Originally, the bald chief was a kind-hearted person with a very good temper. He would not get angry even if someone made a joke of him in the Northern Division. It can be said that he had a very good reputation among the police officers.

However, today's case is too big.

The chairman of the city council and the chief of the police station were bombed into the sky together. Faced with this situation, if the bald chief can still smile in a good temper, then he should go to the hospital for a mental checkup.

Pulling Romon out of Tifa's soft embrace, the bald chief demanded:

"Officer Chen, where is the hostage you want to rescue? Where is the chief you took away? Why are you the only one coming back? Where are they? Where are they!?"

The bald director's questioning sound became louder and louder, and turned into an angry roar at the end.

Romon was so overwhelmed by his blowing tone that his brain ached, but he was too embarrassed to avoid it, so he could only explain stiffly:

"Director, it's a pity that Speaker Taylor was doomed to die before we entered the pod. He was injected with tetrodotoxin by Dan Taylor. No matter whether the bomb explodes or not, he will never be saved."

As Romon said, he took off the body camera on his chest and handed it to the bald chief: "The body camera should have recorded everything, and you can see everything you want from it, chief."

"Quick! Get me a laptop here."

Instructing his police officers to fetch the laptop, the bald director's face softened a little:

At least, Speaker Taylor died from tetrodotoxin injected in advance, so his death cannot be entirely blamed on the ineffective rescue of the San Francisco Police Department, which will greatly ease the pressure of public opinion on the police department.

Slightly relieved, the bald director took the laptop handed over by his subordinates, connected it to the law enforcement recorder, and watched everything that happened in the ferris wheel pod.

"Crazy! This Dan Taylor is totally crazy!"

Watching Dan Taylor's "God" performance, the bald director gave a pertinent evaluation, but watched the human confrontation between his immediate boss and Sekot, the bald director fell silent.

I don't know if I was shocked by the ugliness of the two, or I was silently happy that these two police station pests were killing each other.

In the end, seeing Sekot's victory, he picked up the downhill rope with anticipation, and jumped out of the viewing pod. The bald director who knew Sekot's ending shook his head with emotion:

"It's really a devil. It first gives people hope, and then makes people despair instantly. How did Dan Taylor come up with this way of torturing people? Does he really have even a trace of humanity?"

Seeing Dan Taylor descending like Satan, without any means of human torture, the bald director became more and more curious about how Romon escaped from this demon.

He didn't keep him waiting, and immediately after Secourt finished his comical exit, the Romon and Dan Taylor matchup began.

[We cut the wires on the bomb one at a time. If the bomb blows up, I win. If it doesn’t blow up, you win. Do you dare to bet? 】

Hearing the bomb disposal bet proposed by Dan Taylor, the bald director's breathing stopped for a moment.

If it is simply brought in again, it will be even more worrying cold sweat will continue to emerge from the palm of his hand. He raised his eyebrows and looked at Romon, and said with emotion in his heart:

It's a life-and-death game where one person cuts the wire of the bomb, but you kid can walk down alive?

You kid is lucky too, right?

If the bald director was just lamenting Romon's unfavorable luck, then Tifa, who was standing next to him, watched the death game in the video, and was so afraid that his face turned pale.

She could hear her heart beating wildly against her ribs at a rate of more than [-], making a thumping sound.

She was scared, so scared that she was cold all over, and she was so scared that she had difficulty breathing.

I'm even more regretful, regretting why I didn't shoot Dan Taylor to death in the first place when I was doing sniper cover in the building:

What a fool I am!

Hopeless fool!

Why!Why didn't I pull the trigger then!

If I had killed Dan Taylor on the roof of the Taylor Building, Romon wouldn't have met this goddamn bastard gambler!

I almost killed Romon!

Because of my hesitation, I almost killed Romon!

The more Tifa thought about it, the more she blamed herself, and the more she thought about it, the more she regretted it.

The crystal clear water mist swelled in her beautiful amber pupils, and at the moment when they were about to drip, a piercing and noisy screen sound from the computer interrupted her.

The content of the law enforcement recorder came to an abrupt end the moment the game started.

Like those stinky and shameless web writers who always break chapters at critical moments.

However, the author of the web article broke the chapters, and readers can GKD, but the video of the law enforcement recorder is damaged, and the bald director can only roll his eyes and accept his fate obediently.

Not to quibble, the law enforcement recorder was deliberately broken by Romon, because Romon didn't want others to know about the things behind the bomb disposal game.

Including his conversation with Dan Taylor.

Including his possession of the 'radio jammer', but deliberately did not save the Chief of Police.

He didn't want anyone other than him to know about these things.

"Oh fuck!"

"This broken recorder always breaks at critical times."

After all, it is police equipment, coupled with the fierce law enforcement environment in the United States, the sudden damage of the police body camera is a common occurrence for all American police officers.

So I didn't suspect that the damage was something tricky, the bald director just closed the laptop computer, and then looked at Romon with admiration:

"Chen, I have to admit that you are the most courageous one I have ever met."

"Dismantling the time bomb one by one with one wire, this kind of behavior is called gambling at best, and it is buried with you at worst. Chen, you should understand that your chance of surviving this gambling is not even one in a million."

"But you still have the courage to accompany that lunatic and cut off the wires of the time bomb one by one. Chen, you are an incredible person."

Hearing the bald director's praise, Romon just shook his head slightly:

"No, that's not courage, it's faith, it's commitment."

As Romon said, he tilted his head to look at Tifa, and at the girl who hadn't recovered from her fear: "I promised that my life only belongs to Jerusalem, so no one else can take it away from me except her." If I kill, no one can!"

Romon's voice was like a bolt of lightning from the sky, hitting Tifa who was weeping, drying the tears from her eyes and dispelling the fear in her heart.

The smile returned to Tifa's face.

She bit her bright red lower lip, hooked the corners of her mouth, and gave this bad guy who uttered shameful words any time she gave a hard look, then her cherry lips murmured, and said to Romon:

asshole!

"Chen, it seems that your firm belief has been blessed by the Lord."

I also noticed that the Jerusalem mentioned by Romon is different from the city in Palestine.

But at this moment, with so many policemen watching, the bald police officer couldn't possibly say any other inappropriate words. He could only slightly affirm Romon's belief, leaned down and approached Romon, and reminded in a low voice:

"Chen, although your law enforcement recorder can prove that everything that happened in the pod is beyond your control, but the chief of the police station, you dragged it in forcibly. You can't deny this."

"So, in order to avoid future troubles, I suggest you talk to someone."

The bald director of the North District Bureau is still a good guy.

In order to prevent his subordinates from being troubled by others in the future, he raised his chin slightly and pointed to Andrew and his party not far behind Romon.

In China, you can go to the police if you need something.

In the United States, you can usually go to the FBI.

After all, this is a powerful organization capable of ransacking the former president of the United States. As long as they are willing to come forward, Romon's behavior can be wiped out immediately. The chief of the San Francisco Police Department sacrificed his life to rescue the chairman of the city council.

FBI ah~~

Looking at the light smile on Inspector Andrew's face, Romon immediately began to analyze the FBI's benefits to him from the perspective of filming.

It's okay if you don't analyze the result, but once you analyze it, Luo Meng realizes: