I cut reality into a movie

Li Zaizhong held back the corners of his mouth that were constantly turning up, and said with difficulty: "When you come back, remember to buy new clothes that fit you well."

After finishing speaking, Li Zaizhong waved his hands behind him: "Go, follow your seniors, and go to see another brand new new world."

Luo Meng followed Li Zaizhong's younger brother and left. Not long after he left, a strong man with a cropped head approached Li Zaizhong and asked, "Brother, do you really like this kid? Can he do it?"

"Whether it works or not, you will know if you try it today. Anyway, I am quite optimistic about this kid. At least he is lucky."

Li Zaizhong said, picked up the wine bottle, poured himself a glass of champagne, looked at the dense bubbles inside, and said after a moment of silence: "Of course, if that kid really has no talent, Xiang Zhe, you don't have to let him come back. "

"Who made my brain heat up today, and I said a lot of things."

Chapter 064 Am I the ghost?Brother, take a closer look at the information, you are the insider

Ah.

this kid.

He was born to be an undercover agent.

Sitting in front of a slot machine in the lobby on the first floor, Sherlock pulled the lever while looking at Romon walking through the aisle behind him from the corner of his eye.

It took only one night for this kid to gain the trust of Li Zaizhong and sneak into the Holy One Church.

Faced with such a smooth mission process, Sherlock had to admit that this boy Romon is indeed a genius for being an undercover agent.

As the lever was pulled to the end, the slot machine in front of Sherlock officially started,

There was a "crash clatter" sound from the poor-quality stereo, simulating the sound of mechanical gear transmission, and then the gorgeous and tacky colored lights crazily rotated. With a short drumbeat of intense passion, the final result of Sherlock's slot machine game came out—— —

Cowboys, pistols, old men.

Three irrelevant patterns declared that Sherlock's betting chips got nothing.

"Fuck, it's just Jamie's broken machine, no wonder there are no gamblers to play, only eat money but not pay, who the hell would like to play."

Talking about his luck tonight, Sherlock stood up from the slot machine and walked towards the gate of the casino unsteadily.

Tonight, he has done all the things he can do, and the next thing is to see Romon's own performance.

When Sherlock walked out of the casino gate, he saw Romon Pittly following a group of Holy One thugs and getting into a black Kia sedan.

Boy, all the tasks have been handed over to you, don't let me down.

With just a slight glance, Sherlock stopped paying attention to Romon's movements. What he has to think about now is how to make Tifa play her due value.

"Judging from Jane Forte's information, she was born in Wyoming, and her growth environment is conservative and right-wing. She should have a certain dedication to the Federation."

"However, her devout religious belief will make her have extremely high requirements for sexual purity. In this case, it is really difficult for her to take the initiative to be Shi Dongchu's lover."

Thinking of Tifa's conservative character, Sherlock frowned slightly.

But after he was walking on the streets of Las Vegas, seeing a pair of strange men and women who became one-night lovers with psychedelic drugs, he suddenly smiled:

"Why should I let Jan Forte take the initiative to sacrifice himself? This is obviously unnecessary."

"I just need to give her a scene to meet Shi Dongchu, and this woman can use her stunning appearance to seduce Shi Dong out to complete the rest of the work."

"At that time, when she wakes up from Shi Dongchu's bed, the pure belief she has held on to for many years will completely turn into anger towards Shi Dongchu."

"She will be reborn bathed in the flames of anger, and she will become the best undercover agent around Shi Dongchu for revenge, maybe even better than that talented boy."

It seems that Tifa has transformed into an excellent undercover agent because of her anger and killing intent towards Shi Dong.

The corner of Sherlock's mouth began to rise, and gradually, this rise was difficult to restrain, and finally turned into a hearty laugh.

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"Hahahahaha!"

"Ren Yong, you brat is really an asshole! In order to avenge your revenge, you actually put his mother to sleep. You are really a fucking fucker, I like it!"

A black Kia sedan speeds along the neon-lit streets of Las Vegas.

In the car, a group of old thugs from the Holy One Church were investigating the newcomer Romon, not for the sake of finding out anything, but for knowing more about this kid.

Now, with Romon's 'self-introduction', they have a deeper understanding of Romon. They found that this kid is not only a fool, but also tolerant, and the most important thing is that he can be ruthless to himself.

These characters are of no use in other industries. These Saint One Sect thugs don't know, but in the underworld industry where they work, these characters are all excellent characters.

This brat can definitely get things done.

A car of old thugs commented on Romon, including Kim Sang-cheol, the foreman with an inch cut, who was sitting in the co-pilot, also nodded secretly, thinking that Romon was a bit interesting.

"Several brothers, you're the only ones who asked me this. I'm also very curious about the Holy One Church, so tell me about it. For example, how powerful is our church? Where does it rank in Las Vegas?"

"Pfft!"

Seeing the youthful and expectant expression on Romon's face, a curly-haired old man sitting on his right was delighted: "Why is it ranked in Las Vegas? The foundation of our church is here. , but in Tulsa."

"Tulsa?"

For this unknown American city, Romon expressed his puzzlement in a timely manner.

"It's right on the banks of the Arkansas River in Oklahoma... Forget it, forget it, I won't explain it to you blind American, wait a few days and go back to Tulsa, you can take a look for yourself."

Seeing that Romon was getting more and more confused, the curly-haired brother didn't bother to continue explaining, so he changed the subject and said, "Let's talk about what happened in Las Vegas today. Do you know who we are going to do?"

"I don't know, it can't be a mafia family in Las Vegas, right?"

Romon said with an excited expression on his face.

"black……"

Seeing the excitement on Romon's face, the curly-haired brother broke out in a cold sweat: "You are in the United States, so don't mention this word in the future, this place is not fucking Korea, there really is a fucking mafia here!"

"You talk about the mafia in front of our brothers, but if you dare to talk nonsense on the street and be targeted by the mafia, you can sink into Lake Mead that day, do you believe it?"

Giving the newcomers an American gangster education class, the curly-haired brother continued: "You don't need to fart your guesses, I'll tell you the answer directly."

"What we are looking for today is not some gringo gang, but a church traitor."

"There is a bastard who took money from the church to run a casino in Las Vegas. Now that a few years have passed, that kid has made a name for himself here, but he turned around and denied the church's help to him."

"Ren Yong, what do you think should be done with this kind of person?"

Except for the driver, the eyes of everyone in the car were focused on Romon's face.

They were looking forward to what kind of answer Romon would give.

"There are tens of thousands of people in the world, there are good people, there are bad people, there are bastards, and there are saints, but there are so many people, only traitors are not included!"

Romon gritted his molars, and said with a stern expression: "Traitor, damn it!"

"That's right, the traitor deserves to die!"

Kim Sang-cheol, who was sitting in the co-pilot, took up the topic. He stared into Luo Meng's eyes and said after a moment of silence: "Ren Yong, when we get to the place, you will deal with that traitor yourself."

"At that time, our church will lose a damned defector and welcome a loyal warrior."

He did not forget the assessment task that Lee Jae-joong gave him. Kim Sang-cheol will definitely let Luo Meng see his life today, because only seeing a life can make a person completely cut off the connection with the light world and devote himself to the dark world.

After finishing speaking, Kim Sang-cheol turned his head again, closed his eyes slightly, and looked forward to what kind of state Romon would be after the first murder.

This is a unique hobby of Kim Sang-cheol as the foreman of the thugs. He especially likes to watch the reactions of these melon eggs after the first murder.

There were all kinds of strange things, some were excited, some were crying, some were singing, some were paralyzed on the ground, and some were even scared to pee their pants.

Kim Sang Chul was curious which one of them Romon would be.

Yes, what kind of murderous state will I have to perform later, which will be in line with my little gangster character design and can be appreciated by Kim Sang-cheol~

This is indeed a small difficulty.

Romon was also struggling with how he should act.

After all, this is the first time he performed 'First Kill', unlike previous performances, where he was either a professional killer or a senior policeman, and he didn't have to worry about the emotional fluctuations after the murder.

But today he is different, he is a 'novice', he has to look like a rookie.

Just when Luo Meng was seriously thinking about how to play a newcomer well, the bus stopped.

This is a relatively remote community in the west of Las Vegas, but the location is remote, which does not mean that it is not prosperous here. The neon lights with gold as the main tone make this place as magnificent as the main city, which is completely in line with the hearts of tourists. The luxury that Las Vegas should have.

The only difference between this place and the main city is that the casinos and restaurants here all use Korean titles.

So it goes without saying that the target customers here are tourists from Korea, or Korean immigrants who have lived in the Korean-speaking area for a long time and are not familiar with English.

Big fortune casino.

Walking into a casino with an East Asian style from the name, Romon and his party were immediately stopped by two Korean security guards:

"Ah Xiba, why are you bastards here again? Didn't I say that our boss is not here? I need to ask him to come back another day!"

With a Marlboro cigarette in his mouth, the security guard patted the pistol on his belt, the threat was self-evident.

"Ah Xiba, do you think you're the only ones with guns?"

The curly-haired brother who had a good chat with Romon along the way also showed his pistol on his waist generously, and said contemptuously to the two security guards: "I warn you two bastards, if you don't want to die, go and kill your family. The old pup yelled out! We are only looking for him today, regardless of the rest of you."

Not everyone is named John Wick.

Even underworld organizations such as cults, gangsters, and drug lords do things, and there is no such thing as killing people when they meet, and they still have to go through a stage of talking harshly.

"Oh Xiba! Do you, Holy One Church, want to start a war with our Tiger Gang?"

The two gate guards put their hands on the handles of their guns and were about to draw out their guns. When they started the next round of threats, Romon couldn't take it anymore.

The shot of him joining the Holy One Church in this scene is going to appear in the movie.

The movie time is two hours at full count. In such a precious performance time, just listen to these low-level thugs arguing with each other here?

impossible.

Seeing that these group performers are not dedicated enough, as the film director, Luo Meng can only do it himself to save the rhythm of the story.

He took out the pistol at his waist and held it tightly in his hand. Romon rushed forward and put the muzzle of the gun on the temple of Ruanhua security guard.

The bullet, wrapped in blood and broken bones, flew out from the other side of the security guard's temple.

A sudden gunshot stunned everyone.

Everyone didn't expect that this guy, Romon, would be so stunned. The two sides hadn't even exchanged words, and this guy shot directly.

Clap clap clap clap.

Immediately afterwards, a series of gunshots rang out.

Kim Sang-cheol, who was the first to react from his bewilderment, fired several shots at another security guard who was not dead. After the other party fell into a pool of blood with a bang, he walked towards Luo Meng with a sullen face.

This bastard is too skilled in killing people.

He really is a gangster from the Korean countryside.

Full of doubts, Kim Sang-cheol aimed his gun at Romon all the time, and then slowly walked in front of Romon.

Then, his doubts were dispelled.

It was a completely dull face.

On Romon's bewildered face, the bright red bloodstains bloomed like roses, against the stiff and pale face below, it was so unnatural and ridiculous.

"Just one click, I just squeezed the trigger that lightly."

With his right hand trembling, Romon raised the HK-P7 in his hand, swallowed and said, "Gun, is this a gun? It's completely different from a knife, and it's completely different from the movie."

"Just a light touch can punch through a person's head!"

The appearance that Luo Meng showed at this moment was completely the kind of rookie who didn't understand the true power of firearms, just imitated the shooting scene in the movie, and then was frightened stupid by the true appearance of firearms.

Kim Sang-chul knows this feeling well, because the first time he shot a hapless guy through the thigh, he was also taken aback by the terrible force.

It's just that this kid, Romon, was more stupefied than him. He just shot at someone's temple when he came up, and then his face was smashed by the splash of blood and brains.

Raising his hand, he patted Luo Meng's shoulder vigorously, and Kim Sang-cheol smiled: "Ren Yong, you did a good job, this shot is so fucking beautiful."

"But this person..." Romon was still hesitating.

"People? Who is there?"

Lifting his feet and kicking the security guard who was dying on the ground, Kim Sang-zhe took out a pack of Camel cigarettes from his arms, took out one and stuffed it into Romon's mouth: "I'll give you a cigarette time, we'll go in first."

After finishing speaking, Kim Sang-cheol patted Roman on the shoulder vigorously, and then walked into the gate of the casino with the other younger brothers.

The front of the casino was open, except for the bloody corpses on the ground, only Romon was standing on the blood-soaked welcome carpet.

Looking at the corpse on the ground, Romon's face was deep and dignified. This is the respect he should have for citizens' lives as an FBI agent.