I cut reality into a movie

She couldn't imagine that she actually forgot about the Lord at that moment, and instead felt that there was nothing wrong with following Romon and converting to other sects. This made Tifa, who is a devout believer, blame herself very much, and she had to go to church to repent as soon as possible.

As if fleeing, Tifa took a taxi and left.

Looking at the back of the other party leaving, Luo Meng just blinked and said with emotion: "Is it so troublesome to believe in religion? Fortunately, I only believe in the only youth version of God——Romon, Director Luo."

With a snap of his fingers, Romon made the sun shining on him brighter.

Just like that, he walked into the hotel lobby with a magical body that was one size brighter than ordinary people, under the surprised eyes of the hotel doorman.

Using Park Renyong's identity, Luo Meng opened a room, and just after he left the hotel lobby and got on the elevator to the room, the doorman who had just stood guard at the door immediately pulled the colleague who came back from the toilet to show off:

"Dude, know what I just saw? I saw a fucking guy glowing."

"See people glowing? Brother, listen to me, go to the doctor quickly, your eyes are too serious, and you still glow, do you think it's the reincarnation of my lord? Still glowing, I think it's your eyes that are blue .”

Leaving aside the louder and louder debate between the two guards, let's just talk about Romon who returned to the room.

He roughly browsed through the files he had just intercepted from Sherlock's cell phone, extended them further, and went to the Internet for a high-intensity search.

Romon really got to know Sherlock.

Indeed, as a senior detective of the FBI, if only from the perspective of the Federal Eagle Dog, he is indeed conscientious.

But if the dimension is changed to the husband's point of view, what Sherlock has done is not much better than that of Macdonald who was killed by Romon in prison.

Both Sherlock and his wife are FBI agents, and both are the kind of people who are willing to sacrifice for intelligence.

Knowing his wife's dedication, Sherlock concealed the real number of people his wife had to face in a "seduction" operation.

As a result, his wife was killed in the operation because of the large number of enemies.

"Inspector Sherlock, judging from what happened to your wife, the price to be paid in the war of seduction cannot be offset by cleaning it up."

Romon made a cold comment, and then continued to look at the documents related to Sherlock.

As a result, the more you look at it, the more disappointed you become, and the more you look at it, the more unpleasant it becomes.

This Inspector Sherlock, because of his outstanding undercover combat ability, has been in charge of undercover training during his nearly ten-year career.

It's just that the undercover agents he cultivated had a very high mortality rate.

Under his terrible brainwashing, these sincere and pure young fighters will always pursue honor excessively, put themselves in danger too much, and sacrifice themselves too much, which eventually lead to countless tragedies that could have been avoided.

Of course, the sacrifices of these soldiers also made him countless 'contributions' and won countless 'honors'.

"Whoo~~~"

After reading Sherlock's resume, Romon heaved a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt that it might be God's arrangement that this old man replaced Andrew as his contact person.

The purpose is to let myself, the doomed 'betrayer', deal with this 'hero in the shadow of the Star-Spangled Banner'.

"From this point of view, my remake of "New World" will be the same as the original movie, where the 'villain' defeats the 'decent'."

Luo Meng closed the computer screen, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and began to look forward to what kind of interesting ending his movie would eventually lead to.

Just when he was showing a big villain smile, his cell phone rang, and it was Tifa calling, asking him what room he opened, and he was going to drive next to him.

"Yo, Officer Tifa, prayers are back."

Waving to Tifa who entered the room, Romon walked to the coffee machine and poured a cup of hot coffee for Tifa.

"Yes, I'm back. I just went to the Cathedral of the Guardian Angel. It's a very beautiful church, especially the triangular spire. It's very um... how should I put it? Desert style?"

It seems that the curative effect of the church on believers is indeed top-notch. After returning from the church, Tifa's mental state has improved a lot.

She generously praised the church she had just visited, and then asked Romon, "Romon, what's the progress on your side, Inspector Sherlock, have you checked it out?"

"I found it, it's the story in it, and it's not happy."

Taking the laptop from Romon, Tifa watched Sherlock do stupid things one after another, and the final reaction was the same as Romon. After exhaling all the stale air in her lungs, she gently closed the computer screen:

"A bastard lost in self-fulfillment and false glory."

Tifa commented: "This Inspector Sherlock, perhaps in the eyes of the higher-ups, is a perfect inspector who can help the FBI and the United States Federation solve countless enemies, but in my opinion, I don't like him."

"He is like a meat grinder, grinding up the dazzling life in exchange for empty honor and benefits."

"Especially for his poor wife, his concealment of enemy intelligence is no different from deliberate murder!"

click.

Romon cooperated with Tifa very much, and directly loaded the Glock 17 in his hand.

Then he looked at Tifa with a smile and said, "The bullets for hunting the murderer are ready, but before I pull the trigger, I still need him to help me clean up the large garbage dump of the Holy One Church."

Turning on the phone, Tifa looked at the time, and it was almost time for Romon to go to the casino: "Romon, because of distorted beliefs, cults are far more dangerous than gangsters, you must be careful in this undercover operation."

"Of course, Officer Tifa, I will definitely be careful to resist the instigation of the cult, and I will never let my brilliant belief be tarnished in the slightest."

Romon smiled and made the promise, but Tifa gave him a puzzled look: "Aren't you an atheist? Where did you get your faith from?"

Romon didn't answer, just stared at Tifa's face, making the smile on his face even brighter.

"Oh, I'm such an idiot, how can I be fooled by your words every time."

Tifa slapped her forehead in frustration, then grabbed the pillow on the hotel sofa and threw it at Romon's smiling face that deserved a beating.

puff.

Steadily catching the pillow thrown by Tifa, Romon turned around and walked out the door.

"That's a pillow from someone's hotel, where did you take it?"

"I'll go to the hotel and buy it."

Luo Meng raised the pillow in his hand high: "This is the pillow thrown by the goddess of luck. I will rely on it for my gambling tonight."

Chapter 063 Only Korean gangsters kill people, this is America, we use this

This is a Givenchy suit in gray tones.

It's well made, but dated.

It's expensive, but it doesn't fit well.

Romon was wearing it, but instead of a matching shirt and tie underneath the suit, he was wearing an equally ill-fitting white Hermès T-shirt that was too tight to burst.

Standing on the red carpet in front of the main entrance of Treasure Island Casino, he showed the image of a gangster in a small place who has never seen anything in the world but has a good face, and he showed it vividly just through his appearance and dress.

"Ah Xiba!"

"America! I'M Fucking Come America!"

Speaking messy and jerky English, Romon's flamboyant performance in front of the main entrance of the casino undoubtedly attracted disdainful looks from the rest of the gamblers, but made Sherlock, who was secretly observing behind the surveillance video, nod in satisfaction:

"Like, very similar."

"He is full of envy, but has a calm and calm expression. He is full of famous brands, but with chaotic outfits. He perfectly displayed the image of the gangster in a small Korean city that he should play. Andrew really did a trick. He is a good young man, but his thoughts are not pure enough."

Thinking of Romon's performance in the car, Sherlock shook his head regretfully: "It's a pity that I met him too late, if I could take over this child three years ago, I will definitely be able to train him into a full-fledged child." The best undercover agent in the Federation."

"Fortunately, I still met him. As long as I train him carefully from now on, I can still train him little by little."

Raising his right hand, flicking Romon's face on the monitoring screen with his index finger, Sherlock suddenly noticed that a black Maybach sedan was parked just behind Romon, and it was his target today, the number three person of the Holy One Church Lee Jae Joong's car.

Taking out the mobile phone in his pocket, Sherlock called the response in the casino and ordered, "The actors are all in place, and the mission has officially begun."

At the same time as Sherlock issued the task, in the hard disk that he could not see, used to store the surveillance video, there began to be a very slight whistling sound, accompanied by the seemingly absent overload smoke.

The save disk of the surveillance video is corrupted.

Although Romon allowed his face to temporarily appear in the surveillance of the Treasure Island Casino, it could not be preserved.

the other side.

Romon, who was standing in front of the casino, also noticed his target coming.

He deliberately dawdled in front of the door, waiting for the other party to start walking up the stairs, before he walked into the casino unsteadily.

Pushing open the casino door, Romon came to the chip exchange counter, took out a crumpled $570 from his pocket, patted it on the counter, and said in Korean: "Little girl, exchange chips."

"Huh? What did you say, sir?"

Face surgery, breast augmentation, and liposuction, but the young lady at the front desk who looks blond and has a proud figure smiled at Romon.

"Ah Xiba, in such a big casino, can't the front desk even understand Korean? Is there any international style?"

Deliberately using a louder voice so that Li Zaizhong behind can hear, Luo Meng abused the unprofessionalism of the Treasure Island Casino in Korean, and then said in broken English: "I need to change some chips? I understand. without?"

"Hi sir, we start from [-] US dollars in exchange here." In order to take care of Romon's status as a foreigner, the lady at the front desk deliberately slowed down the speaking speed, even if the speaking speed is full, it cannot change the coldness of the content.

"Give my friend five thousand dollars in chips."

Li Zaizhong, who happened to enter the door, saw Luo Meng's deliberate performance.

As a nationalist with serious Korean national sentiments, Lee Jae-joong couldn't see Koreans losing face in foreign countries the most, so he walked up to Luo Meng, took out a VIP card and patted it on the counter.

"Okay sir, here are the chips you need."

Cleanly operate the VIP card to complete the consumption, the smile on the face of the lady at the front desk is still so gentle and sunny, as a professionally trained front desk, they will not cross the line or violate any rules because of the identity of the customer.

Looking at the poor Romon, they would be all smiles.

Looking at the wealthy Lee Jae Joong, they still had all smiles on their faces, but the smiles were more charming.

Ignoring the suggestive front desk, Li Zaizhong pushed the chips on the counter in front of Luo Meng, and said in Korean: "My friend, have fun."

shit.

This dude is so easy to get hooked.

Luo Meng has read Li Zaizhong's information, and knows that this old man has a strong national sentiment, so he improvised and tried this "comrades suffering" game, and the effect was unexpectedly good. Li Zaizhong came up to pay without saying a word Please play.

Of course, Luo Meng also knew that Li Zaizhong's money was not obtained through good means, and even most of it was exploited from his compatriots. He made the move purely because he wanted to save face, and he couldn't accept that his compatriots would embarrass Koreans in front of him. That would make him feel ashamed.

"Brother, we have never met before."

His hands were already tightly clenched on the chips, but Romon was still making the last courtesy.

"Now we know each other, Lee Jae Joong."

Looking at the completely unsuitable designer clothes on Romon, Lee Jae-joong knew what kind of guy Romon was. If he was in Korea, Lee Jae-joong would not even take a look at this kind of person, but in Las Vegas, he doesn't mind putting himself Be bold.

It's like a person who keeps swearing in private will also smear honey under the spotlight on the stage.

"Park In-yong."

First put the chips on the table firmly into his pocket, and then Luo Meng wiped his hands on the suit a few times, and tightly held the palm handed over by Li Zaizhong: "Brother, wait for me to win the money later, for sure I will pay you double the money!"

Completely ignoring the nonsense guarantee given by Luo Meng, Li Zaizhong withdrew his hand and said goodbye directly: "Then I sincerely look forward to it, my friend, you will have good luck tonight."

After finishing speaking, Li Zaizhong took his younger brother to the depths of the Treasure Island Casino.

Looking at his leaving back, Romon nodded slightly, then took out a chip in his pocket, tossed it, and entered the casino.

Slowly, Romon walked around the tables of the Treasure Island Casino, cheering loudly when he won, and cursing Xiba when he lost.

He vividly displayed the image of himself as a ruffian and no city man.

Romon has been playing like this.

With the chips in hand, under the arrangement of Sherlock Casino, the more he wins, the more he wins.

Finally, after the chips in Romon's hands had been earned from [-] to [-], he ended his aimless gambling and began to walk leisurely towards the VIP room on the second floor of the casino.

It is said to be a VIP casino, but there is no obvious threshold for participating in gambling here. Anyone who is a gambler can go to the second floor to play, but those who have no money sit on the second floor gaming table and cannot afford to follow other big bosses Let's bet.

Having no money to bet does not affect free prostitution.

Many poor gamblers who lost everything on the first floor would also come to the second floor to see the unlucky ones who lost more than them in order to find a psychological balance.

Today, this unlucky guy is Li Zaizhong.

"Sigh~~~~"

Li Zaizhong supported the gaming table with one hand, constantly kneading the beard under his chin, looking at the high card in his hand, and let out an irritable inhalation sound (high card: the smallest type of card in Texas Hold'em, which is not continuous if it is red or not) The combination of cards, basically got the high card, this hand is over).

Today Li Zaizhong gambled very unhappy, either he didn't come to the card, or he had a card and other people's cards were better, even if Gu Lengzi won two hands, the bet on the table was not big.

This gamble of no entry and exit lasted for less than two hours, and Li Zaizhong had already lost more than 30 US dollars.

"Yes! I'm going to drink some wine to change my luck."

Throwing the cards in his hand, Li Zaizhong turned and left the gaming table, went to the bar on the west side of the second floor, and ordered a glass of whiskey.

"Tsk, today's luck is really her mother's back."