I cut reality into a movie

Taking a big gulp of whiskey, Li Zaizhong smacked his lips and complained.

At this moment, a man in a gray Givenchy suit came to the seat beside him:

"Brother, I always keep my word. I won [-] tonight, including interest. The [-] is yours."

Luo Meng pushed [-] worth of chips in front of Li Zaizhong, who was drinking depressed, then turned to the bartender and said, "Bourbon, add ice."

It was definitely a surprise to Li Zaizhong that Luo Meng could come to pay back the money. He looked at the chips on the table, and then at Luo Meng's heartless and complacent stupid face, he smiled:

"It seems that Brother Pu is very lucky tonight?"

"More than good."

Luo Meng sipped his drink with a full face: "Brother, I'm not bragging to you. With my luck today, I'm just afraid that I won't be able to get out of the casino if I win too much. Otherwise, I'll win 800 million in the blink of an eye."

This guy... really made me understand what it means to be a villain.

Seeing the embarrassing expression on Luo Meng's face, Li Zaizhong nodded and suggested: "Brother, I think you are in your early 20s at your age. I will ask you to be your elder brother."

"Brother, I'm a little unlucky today, and I've been losing money. I think brother, since you're so lucky, why don't you come and help me?"

Losing hundreds of thousands of dollars is not an intolerable loss for Li Zaizhong.

But money can bear it, but face can't bear it. He can't let the white guys, niggers, and Middle Eastern oil guys at his table treat him as a Korean.

"No problem, brother, isn't it just winning money? Leave it to me!"

As Luo Meng said, he slapped the remaining [-] denomination chips in his pocket on the table: "Brother, I have [-] here, and I will go to the gambling table later. If you win, it will be yours. If I lose, I'll take my money on top!"

"No reason, just because of the friendship between our buddies, you helped me out at the entrance of the casino, I can't pat my ass and leave, I don't care about you, brother."

Showing his arrogance, Romon drank the bourbon in his glass and said to the bartender, "Give me five more glasses, no, just ten more, your foreign wine is weak." It's like water, you can't get drunk at all!"

Li Zaizhong has been quietly admiring Luo Meng's ugliness.

He has seen this kind of person too much. Basically, all the low-level gangsters in South Korea have such a stupid look of flaring their teeth and claws.

They are young people who don't know the evil of human nature at all. As long as they fool around a few words, they can treat you as a friend with all their heart and soul, and then risk their lives on trivial matters.

Lee Jae Joong used to look like this 20 years ago, but today, he has evolved—he is now a person standing on a high ground.

Standing up and patting Luo Meng's shoulder, Li Zaizhong said, "Brother Renyong, let's drink the celebration wine when we come back."

With that said, Li Zaizhong led Luo Meng to the gambling table where he had just lost money.

Admittedly, the process of this scene may sound a little psychedelic. Lee Jae-joong and Romon just met by chance, so why let Romon go to the gambling table for him to play for money.

But if you compare this scene to a mobile game drawing cards, it is easy to understand:

One person draws cards and always produces garbage, but his friends always produce good products. At this time, this unlucky person will naturally invite lucky friends to draw cards for him.

Li Zaizhong's thinking is the same. Although he is a cult and doesn't believe in praying to gods and worshiping Buddha, he still believes in the illusory fortune.

Like a brother, Li Zaizhong took Luo Meng to the gaming table and pushed him on his seat. Li Zaizhong smiled at the others at the gaming table: "This is the lucky angel I invited, he will help I take back everything I lost today."

"That's right, you ghosts, just wait for me, I'll let you spit out twice as much as you eat!" Romon followed up with harsh words, but in Korean.

The others at the gaming table didn't understand what Romon was talking about, but they also knew that he was talking harshly, so they were very civilized and raised their middle fingers at Romon.

Look, what a friendly, civilized and harmonious gambling atmosphere.

In such an atmosphere, a new round of gambling began:

There is no gambling skill, it all depends on luck (cheating).

At the gambling table, Romon started a big fight.

Almost two hours later, he not only won back the 30 US dollars lost by Li Zaizhong, but also made more than [-] US dollars.

"Ren Yong, you performed well."

In a semi-open chat box on the east side of the second floor, Li Zaizhong offered to pour a glass of champagne for Luo Meng.

As the light orange liquor slanted down, a scent of green apples permeated the air. Li Zaizhong sniffed the smell lightly, and smiled at Luo Meng: "The taste of victory is always so sweet."

"Brother Zaizhong, my nose is not very good, so I can smell the smell of dollar bills. Isn't this wine expensive?" Looking at the uniquely shaped wine bottle in Li Zaizhong's hand, Luo Meng asked.

"I don't know how much it is outside, anyway, it costs five thousand dollars in the casino." Li Zaizhong shrugged and raised his glass to Romon: "Cheers?"

"Dry!"

The two goblets touched lightly, and Li Zaizhong poured the clear liquor down his throat, and asked Romon, "Ren Yong, why do you think of Las Vegas? Travel?"

"It's a trip, and it's also a trip to the United States to find a new life goal?"

Romon narrated the character design Sherlock wrote for him: "I'm from Suwon City, I don't know if you've heard of that place, brother Zaizhong. Great improvement."

"So I just wanted to come to the United States to see if I could make a lot of money, live in a big house, and sleep with big blonde American girls."

"Now from my Las Vegas experience..."

As he said that, Romon took out the chips in his pocket, grinned wide, and said with a smirk on his face, "My American dream may very well come true in Las Vegas."

"It's all fake."

Seeing that Luo Meng wanted to make a fortune from gambling, Li Zaizhong shook his head and said, "Playing with money is just a pastime after all. Are you really making a fortune with this thing?"

"You are lucky tonight, can you guarantee that you will be lucky tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and in the future?"

"Forget it, my good brother."

People can't be seen.

It's okay to hear this sentence occasionally.

When it comes to real interpersonal communication, the face is the first key element.

If Luo Meng changed his skin today, and replaced it with a sloppy fat man weighing three hundred catties, full of pustules, and body odor, Li Zaizhong would not even take a step closer to Luo Meng.

But Luo Meng's small face now is at the level of a serious male star. Looking at the young man's red lips and white teeth, and his intent eyebrows, Li Zaizhong will naturally have the urge to take Luo Meng under his command.

Don't get me wrong, Li Zaizhong doesn't have that kind of special hobbies, he just thinks that having a handsome boy like Luo Meng behind him can make him look good, and in case the church needs to develop a rich woman or something, Li Zaizhong can also take Luo Meng Meng pulls up and tops it off.

I am very optimistic about Romon, and with Romon's performance today, it really made Li Zaizhong feel at ease. He paused, and invited:

"Ren Yong, come with me, brother, how about I take you to spend some time in the United States?"

"Fucking with you~~~"

Luo Meng was a little moved, but also a little tangled: "Brother Zaizhong, if I mess with you, how famous can I be in the end?"

"How famous can it be?" Li Zaizhong was amused: "Have you heard of the Holy One Church?"

"I seem to have heard that this summer in Suwon City, there seems to be some kind of Holy One Religion event, and a large group wedding of hundreds of people was held. It is said that the wedding was all white girls from the United States..."

When Luo Meng said this, he looked at Li Zaizhong: "Brother Zaizhong, you are not from the Shengyi Sect, are you?"

"I am."

As he said that, Li Zaizhong's waist straightened up a bit: "And let me tell you, I was the one who helped organize the group wedding in Suwon City."

"Ah Xiba, Brother Zaizhong, did you get those big American girls back?"

There was an expression of admiration on Luo Meng's face: "My mother has long been disgusted with those American soldiers ruining our Korean girls. I didn't expect that today, you Zaizhong brother can get a big girl from the United States to return to Korea and marry us Korean men. Brother Zhong, you are the hero of the Republic of Korea!"

For the Holy One Sect, Romon learned a lot during the days when he was resting and waiting for his identity.

Knowing that the cult created by this Korean stick, in addition to defrauding money and sex, selling nourishing pills, and worshiping evil gods, these general operations of cults, they also work part-time in the business of human trafficking.

They recruit some deeply religious female believers from the United States, trick them into South Korea, and marry some older men in South Korea who cannot get married, and then charge high introduction fees from them.

Moreover, this introduction fee is not only asked for by the men, but also by the women who were cheated, because the reason for these women to marry Korea is to forgive their sins.

The Holy One Church has inherited Christ's view that man has original sin and needs to be forgiven.

They tricked these women into marrying a bunch of oriental trash, and started a doomed married life, and then washed away their original sins in this kind of tempering, so that they can successfully ascend to heaven when the final judgment day comes.

Since it is a sin forgiveness, in addition to the tempering of the body, there must also be tempering in the pocket.

Give all your savings to the Holy One Church, and then hand over your own people to Korean garbage. The ultimate destination of these female believers is to lose both people and money.

For these believers, Romon doesn't want to comment, because he doesn't believe in God, and he doesn't understand the hearts of these people, but for the Holy One Church who deceived them, Romon will be ruthless.

From the perspective of a Korean hooligan, Luo Meng kept touting Lee Jae Joong's 'contribution', and finally expressed excitedly that he also wanted to join the Holy One Church.

He doesn't have any other pursuits, just a few more blonde girls.

With an undisguised desire in his eyes, Luo Meng said: "Brother Zai Zhong, you can even arrange an American girl as a wife for an old man in Korea, so for the younger brother around you, don't you..."

"Hahaha, look at your worthless appearance!"

Raising his hand, patting Romon's wretched smiling face, Li Zaizhong said, "Don't talk about ordinary American girls, it's not impossible to be a Hollywood star."

"Done!"

Luo Meng patted his chest and shouted: "Brother Zai Zhong, give me a chance, let me follow you!"

"Okay, kid, since you have the idea of ​​following me, I will give you a chance."

Li Zaizhong patted Luo Meng on the shoulder with satisfaction, and took out fifty thousand dollars in chips from the tray held by the younger brother behind him and threw it to Luo Meng: "This money is yours, take it, and go buy a suit that really fits, The way you are now is too far away."

As he said that, Li Zaizhong stood up in a custom-made white suit of the Armani brand, and told Luo Meng how to wear a suit with practical actions.

"Understood, Brother Zaizhong, I'll go and make a suitable outfit right now."

Luo Meng happily put away his chips, and was about to turn around and leave when he saw a younger brother behind Li Zaizhong walking over anxiously and whispering something in Li Zaizhong's ear.

Soon, Li Zaizhong's face became gloomy. He lowered his eyes, pursed his lips and thought for a moment, and said, "Come on, those little bastards can only understand hard guys in their barren brains."

After making the decision to fight, Li Zaizhong raised his eyebrows and looked at Luo Meng again. Looking at this new recruit, Li Zaizhong decided to test him: "Ren Yong, have you ever fought?"

"Could it be that you haven't fought?" Luo Meng said with a terrific smile on his face, "Don't talk about fighting, how many people have been beheaded."

"Is there a life?"

"No." Romon shook his head: "It's not a big deal if someone dies."

"Human life is never a big deal."

Li Zaizhong propped his chin with his hands, leaned forward, looked at Luo Meng and said, "Boy, you have to change your mind. Here, human life is never a big deal. If you don't kill people, people will kill you."

"If you want to be a big shot, you have to be prepared to see blood on your hands."

Seeing Li Zaizhong staring at his black eyes, Luo Meng broke out at this moment his strongest acting skills since acting.

There was no movement in the whole body, only relying on the rotation and stop of the eyeballs, and the contraction and enlargement of the pupils, Luo Meng was stunned to perform the mental journey from hesitation, to confusion, then to ruthlessness, and finally to determination.

"I... I think... I think I might try."

"Good boy, I like you."

Putting on a stiff smile, Luo Meng asked tremblingly, "Brother Zai Zhong, tell me, I will kill whoever you ask me to kill."

"Kill people?"

"Hahahahaha."

Li Zaizhong raised his head and laughed, then took out his own gun from the back, and handed a black HK-P7 pistol to Romon.

"Ren Yong, this is the United States, no one uses knives to kill people here, but this guy is used here."

Li Zaizhong suddenly handed over the gun to Luo Meng. On the surface, it was a kind of care and trust from the boss to his subordinates, but in fact it was indeed a test.

Li Zaizhong wanted to make a surprise inspection to see if this boy Luo Meng could use a gun.

Because street gangsters from South Korea definitely have never touched firearms. If Luo Meng at this moment shows any familiarity with firearms, Li Zaizhong will have to consider Luo Meng's real identity.

Fortunately, during the police entrance examination, Luo Meng suffered a loss in shooting methods, so his first reaction to the gun handed over by Li Zaizhong was to lean back:

"Brother Zaizhong, I've never used this thing, I've only seen gunshots in movies."

"It's okay, this thing is easy to learn. It's easier to learn than cutting people with a knife. You just need to aim at the enemy and keep pulling the trigger."

Seeing Luo Meng's terrified reaction, Li Zaizhong felt relieved. He put the pistol on the table and pushed it to Luo Meng: "Go, hold it, and prove yourself."

"I."

Luo Meng clenched his fists tightly, sucked in cold air, and began to hypnotize himself: "For the big villa, for the big-breasted woman, for the money that can't be spent, ah Xiba! I and my mother are fighting!"

Picking up the HK-P7 on the table, Luo Meng first stuffed it into his pocket, but found that he couldn't get it in. Then, with Li Zaizhong's smiling expression, he imitated Li Zaizhong's way of holding a gun, and pinned the barrel to his trouser waist.

呲la.

Because of too much physical activity, the Hermès T-shirt on Romon's body, which was two sizes smaller, was finally overwhelmed and burst from his chest.

want to laugh.

I can't wait to hold my stomach and laugh wildly.