I cut reality into a movie

On the contrary, when Romon heard about the natives of the reserve, he thought of an old acquaintance.

The hamster guy, isn't he an aborigine who went to Oklahoma? I don't know if that kid has any connection with the aborigines in Tulsa.

If I can get through him and get rid of the natives in Tulsa, wouldn't I be able to get more credit for climbing up?

Romon thought about it all the way, and accompanied Cui Zicheng to stroll around Luther Street, and after familiarizing himself with the various assets of the church here, the two of them parted at around [-]:[-] pm.

"Okay, let's stop here today, Ren Yong, don't forget, go to the hotels I mentioned to rest, there, you can have a good night's rest."

"When you have a good rest, we will meet at Old John's Cafe at ten o'clock tomorrow morning."

Cui Zicheng squeezed out an ambiguous smile towards Luo Meng, it can be seen that the hotels he mentioned had particularly comfortable services.

"Thank you, Brother Zicheng, I'll go and study it carefully, which hotel is more suitable to go tonight."

After waving goodbye to Cui Zicheng, Luo Meng stretched his waist, looked up at the clear starry sky, turned his face to hail a taxi, and drove to a nightclub in Tulsa.

Brilliant music, dazzling lights.

Whether it's San Francisco or Tulsa, the style of nightclubs is always so warm and psychedelic.

The slender and cold arms were wrapped around the neck, and a pair of blood-red lips were attached to Romon's ears, and he asked charmingly, "Handsome guy, want to dance?"

"Ma'am, sorry, I have friends today."

Using Huajin in traditional martial arts, Luo Meng let go of the dancer's embrace without a trace, and pushed her onto the carnival dance floor under the confused eyes of the other party who hadn't realized what happened.

Patrolling back and forth in the dark nightclub, Romon finally saw the person he wanted to meet in a semi-enclosed booth in the corner.

"You will come to Tulsa much later than planned."

Finally, he didn't wear the old-fashioned plaid suit. In order to better blend into the atmosphere of the nightclub, Sherlock, who was over [-] years old, actually wore a yellow and green racing suit, which can be said to be tender on his face.

"A plan is just a plan. There will always be unexpected accidents in the mission. I can't guess that the bastards of the Holy One Sect are so picky. They only buy air tickets for the leaders. As for the other low-level employees, they can only drive home."

Romon picked up the champagne on the table, poured a glass on his own, and then continued to show off as if to quench his thirst: "You know the scenery along the way, there were tire blowouts, rear-end collisions, and I can come to the tower alive Ersa, it's already hard, okay?"

Every qualified undercover agent will narrate his tasks with extra effort, because only in this way can he avoid the strange accountability of his boss.

"All right, all right, I don't want to hear such nonsense."

Rubbing his nose, Sherlock changed the subject and said, "Let's talk about the progress. After you returned to Tulsa, what kind of work did Li Zaizhong arrange for you?"

"Looking at the scene in the Luther block."

"Luther Block." Sherlock frowned slightly after thinking for a moment: "The Luther Block is too far from the core of the church."

"The distance is quite far, but it's also a good place to get promoted. The church has a lot of problems to deal with in the Lutheran neighborhood. The Thunder Gang, the natives of the reservation, and the Tulsa Police Department are all problems."

Romon briefly described the situation in Luther Street. Hearing what he said, Sherlock frowned a little: "Then where do you plan to start, that beautiful policewoman in the police station."

Hearing Sherlock mentioned Tifa again, Romon didn't even need to act, the natural expression of disgust was enough: "You know what kind of person she is, she's a devout Christian, she doesn't fit that set at all. How to play, so don't let me hear you mention her again!"

As Romon said, he picked up the champagne glass on the table horizontally, then kept using both hands, and finally broke the tall legs of the wine glass with a bang, the threat was very obvious.

"Pu, rabies is a dangerous disease, I hope you can understand its harm."

Lightly saying that Romon is a disobedient dog, Sherlock changed the subject and said, "Let's talk about the task, what is your idea? Since you deny my idea so much, you should have a good idea to show it."

"Boom Thunder Gang."

Romon's idea is simple and direct: "I will find a way to provoke a war between the Hulei Gang and the church, and then use military merit to climb up."

"Hehe, war."

Hearing Romon's thoughts, Sherlock's eyes were full of disappointment and disdain: "From your performance in Las Vegas, I thought you were an excellent undercover agent, but I didn't expect, hey..."

"You think there's something wrong with my plan?"

"Do you know what the first tenet of being an undercover agent is?"

Sherlock didn't answer, but asked a rhetorical question and replied, "It's safety, it's continuation, it's lurking, you have to be alive to be an undercover agent."

"It's easy for you to make meritorious service after starting a war, but you don't think about it. If the war really ignites, you, a low-level church thug, will die in the first charge."

From the undercover point of view, Sherlock is undoubtedly excellent. Every suggestion he puts forward, every plan he executes, and every detail he considers is from the point of view that can best complete the task.

But Luo Meng is not just an undercover agent, he is also a director, an actor, and a person.

Even if he doesn't have a cheat in his hand, he won't accept this kind of complete pragmatism.

After all, as a human being, one always has to look up at the stars and pursue the romance and fantasy beyond billions of light-years.

Romon was not answering.

He just raised his right hand, raised his index finger and middle finger, pointed to Sherlock's eyes, and then pointed to his own eyes, and said:

"Look at me, then witness me!"

After speaking, Romon turned and left, leaving only Sherlock with a gloomy face.

After watching Romon leave completely, he looked at the broken champagne glass on the table, and sneered: "It seems that this yellow-skinned puppy is not easy to train."

An undercover agent from the FBI is having conflicts with his boss.

But at the other end of Tulsa City, in a private room of a billiard club, CIA undercover agent Cui Zicheng was chatting enthusiastically with his old boss.

"It's not a good start, but it's not a bad start either. At least when you go to Luther Street, you have room to play. You don't have to be the same as before, just passively running errands to waste time."

"Sir, I thought so too."

While speaking, Cui Zicheng held the billiard table and hit a beautiful shot.

The ball did not go into the hole, but it was perfectly fed to the boss.

"Let's also talk about your thoughts, how do you plan to do things in the Luther block." Accepting the subordinate's feed calmly, the CIA boss said hoarsely after making a hole-in-one.

"I'm going to start with the Hulei Gang and create a little friction between the Hulei Gang and the church."

"War is dangerous." The CIA boss also said the same lines as Sherlock.

"I know, so it's not a war, it's just a friction."

Compared with Luo Meng, Cui Zicheng is obviously more obedient. He smiled and expressed his thoughts: "The Clara Music Festival is a monthly carnival day for young men and women in Tulsa. The Thunder Gang has always monopolized the laughing gas business there. , I intend to insert a foot in it."

"This will not only bring benefits to the church, but also suppress the arrogance of the Honglei Gang, without causing the two organizations to turn against each other. I think such a small friction can add a lot of points to my undercover trip."

He didn't listen carefully to the following things, the CIA boss just listened to the laughing gas business, and said if he had something to say: "The laughing gas business at the music festival is quite profitable."

"Sir, I will try my best." Cui Zicheng nodded helplessly as he despised his boss' greed for money in his heart.

"Haha, Zicheng, then I wish you a prosperous business."

Another hole-in-one, the CIA boss laughed and said: "But while you are doing business, don't forget your mission. Shi Dong handed out the list, but there is no room for loss."

"Sir, I understand."

Cui Zicheng nodded and looked at the lighting above his head, as if in the dazzling halo, he saw the wonderful harvest after the success of the plan.

At the same moment, Romon was also looking up at the stars, and in the stars all over the sky, he saw the end of the story.

A wonderful undercover story.

Chapter 066 This night, Tifa recalled the fear of being dominated by Romon

Taste buds have memory.

It will tell every Korean.

Swaying vintage red wine, paired with exquisite French meals, never belong to any Korean, only kimchi and beer is their eternal Garden of Eden.

This is a barbecue restaurant opened by a Korean chef. The crackling sound of grilling accompanied by the smoky aroma of meat is the eternal theme here.

Take a sip of Hite beer, eat a mouthful of hometown kimchi, and then throw the pre-marinated beef on the grill. Only in this barbecue restaurant can you really put down your guard and enjoy the rare relax.

"Ah Xiba~~~"

"This is fucking life!"

Drinking beer beautifully, Lee Jae-joong looked at Kim Sang-cheol, who was having a barbecue, and said, "Sang-cheol, everything in the North District is safe, right? Have those shit bikers messed up recently?"

"Brother, two brothers were lost in the Luther block, while we were going to Las Vegas." Kim Sang-cheol picked up a piece of grilled meat that was in good condition, and put it on Lee Jae-joong's dinner plate.

"Xiba, those damn muscular bikers, one day I will crush them to ashes!"

Li Zaizhong gritted his molars and said harshly.

Then, and then no more.

Li Zaizhong is the number three person in the Holy One Church. He is responsible for the security system of the entire church. What he has to do is to ensure the stable operation of the church as a whole. As for the small action of half of the members missing, he can't do anything drastic. reaction.

After all, you don't have any conclusive evidence in your hand, and if you rush to deal with a Thunder Gang, it will only make other gangs in Tulsa think that you are deliberately finding fault and want to monopolize the entire underground world of Tulsa.

Once such a misunderstanding occurs, the Holy One Church will face the joint efforts of the entire Tulsa underground gang to encircle and suppress. At that time, even if the Holy One Church family has a great career, it will inevitably be hurt.

The price was too high, and Li Zaizhong could only swallow his anger.

"Now, who is in charge of that fucking Luther block?" Li Zaizhong sipped his wine depressed and continued to ask.

"Back to the boss, I let Park In-yong and Cui Zicheng pass by." Kim Sang-cheol responded.

"Ren Yong and Zi Cheng?"

Listening to Kim Sang-cheol's personnel arrangement, the expression on Lee Jae-joong's face relaxed a lot: "This arrangement is not bad. Ren Yong can handle the situation well, and Zicheng can handle the conflict smoothly. There are two people looking at the Luther block. Can be at peace for a long time."

remember.

Never say keywords such as 'must be good, must be good, must be good', because Murphy's law is always watching the world from the sky.

Just as Li Zaizhong was drinking a glass of beer beautifully, thinking that the Luther block would be more stable for a while, Romon was lying on the big bed in the hotel, thinking about how to start the war between the Thunder Gang and the church.

"Every war breaks out not because something ignites the war, but because the war chooses to be ignited by something."

Recalling the statement in "On War", Romon seriously thought about the contradiction between the Holy One Church and the Thunder Gang, and became more and more sure that these two forces will definitely have a final battle someday in the future.

Because there is a life-and-death conflict between them, and this contradiction is irreconcilable.

As for the fact that the two gangs can still maintain superficial peace, it is nothing more than that the Honglei Gang can barely survive, and they will not completely tear their faces.

"Since you haven't got enough medicine in your powder keg, let me give you a little more dose."

Swiping the Google map on the iPad, Romon circled a dozen warehouses in the Luther block with red circles.

This is the secret warehouse of the Honglei Gang that he saw with the perspective ability of the virtual camera when he followed Cui Zicheng to find his way in the Luther block today. There are hundreds of bottles of laughing gas recently smuggled by the Honglei Gang, and [-] kilograms. Amphetamine drugs.

The combined market value of these contraband can easily exceed 200 million U.S. dollars, which is definitely the lifeblood of the Honglei Gang.

Otherwise, he didn't need to use a dozen warehouses to repackage this little thing, because he was afraid that his precious supply would be taken away in one pot.

But it's a pity that they met this shameless bastard, Romon, and they discovered their deep little secret just by walking casually on the street.

Now, laughing gas is about to turn into crying.

Keeping the locations of several warehouses firmly in mind, Romon turned off his iPad, snapped his fingers to get rid of his fatigue, and then planned to start working overtime and filming night scenes.

As for why he acted in such a hurry, it was really not because of the filming time, but because the progress of the plot was more reasonable, so that the Honglei Gang would naturally blame the Holy One Church for the attack on the warehouse.

Because the situation that the Honglei Gang had to face was: Li Zaizhong's cronies had just returned from Las Vegas on the first day, and their warehouse was burned down.

Faced with such a coincidence, what would the Honglei Gang think?Of course, he immediately thought, this is Li Zaizhong's revenge, revenge for those two Shen He brothers.

In this way, the flames of war will not be ignited.

Having conceived the following plot well, Romon didn't go out in a hurry, but waited until after one o'clock in the night before starting the formal action. Otherwise, he would rush out at ten o'clock, which is really not in line with realistic logic.

After taking a look at the clock on the wall with the camera and telling the audience the time, Romon opened the hotel window, climbed directly from the balcony on the third floor, climbed the outer wall to the ground, and integrated into the city of Tulsa without anyone noticing. in the night.

Just as he set off.

Cui Zicheng, who had been writing hard in the hotel for a long time, looked at his action plan beautifully, imagining how he would give Honglei eye drops at the Clara Music Festival, and then get the appreciation of Li Zaizhong, and finally climbed Take a big step up the ladder to the top of the church.

"Ah~~~"

"It's really a perfect plan."

"Only a genius undercover like me can come up with such a beautiful plan."

Self-absorbed, Cui Zicheng kissed the plan in his hand, and Cui Zicheng turned his face to look at the document bag aside, which contained the "Park In-yong Fake File" prepared by the FBI. Cui Zicheng got this fake file into his own hands through the CIA.

Of course he didn't know that this file was fake, he took this file in his hands, just hoping to get to know more about his 'partner', after all Park In-yong is a newcomer to the organization, Cui Zicheng still plans to use it frequently, and even prepares to throw it out at critical moments Take the blame.

"Pu Renyong, Park Renyong! Although we have no grievances or enmities, and I appreciate your daring to fight and kill, who made our positions different."

"You are just a low-level gangster of the Holy One Church, and I am an elite undercover agent of the CIA. The difference in our identities means that you can only become a pawn in my hand."