I cut reality into a movie

Pointing to the one-inch mugshot that appeared in the file, Cui Zicheng slightly raised the corners of his mouth, then turned over and crawled to the big soft bed in the hotel, and fell into a deep sleep with sweet dreams.

Also sinking into a sweet dream is Lee Jae Joong who has returned from the barbecue shop.

He didn't have as much thought as Cui Zicheng, he just felt that he went to Las Vegas, and then brought back such an outstanding boy as Romon, and felt that he was very lucky to be able to make him smile, beautiful Get some sleep.

Some people are sleeping happily, while others can only doze off tired.

In a secret warehouse of the Honglei Gang in the Luther block, a gangster of the Honglei Gang who was in charge of the night shift waved to the brothers beside him: "Okay, okay, shorty, stop smoking, give me a sip too, I will Almost fucking sleepy."

"Aren't you sleepy and I'm not sleepy? That's all right, that's all that's left, smoke it all." Holding the refill cigarette in his hand, the dwarf took a few puffs, and the dwarf handed the cigarette butt with only one butt to his companion.

"Fuck, it's so clean, you are her mother's vacuum cleaner, right?"

The little gangster gave his companion a blank look, and then he didn't think it was dirty, so he just drool on his companion and started smoking: "By the way, shorty, have you heard that Li Zaizhong from the Holy One Church is back? That bastard won't give it to him." Those two fish in the river feed revenge, right?"

"Revenge? Cripple, you think too highly of Li Zaizhong."

The dwarf said disdainfully: "He has no evidence to prove that we killed the man. If he forcibly avenges those two fish feed, it will only arouse the public outrage of the entire Tulsa underworld. He dare not."

"Besides, even if it's revenge, we're going to seek revenge from the people at the club. The two of us look at the secret warehouse. It is estimated that the Honglei Gang is gone, and we are both here."

Listening to the shorty's analysis, the cripple nodded: "Brother, you still have a clear view. The FBI can't find us in this broken place, let alone a few Korean sticks."

Just when the two gangsters talked to you and me, comforting themselves that the warehouse is a safe and good job, there was a sudden sound from the rolling gate behind them.

"Fuck! Shorty, did you hear that? The warehouse door seems to be ringing in the back!"

"I'm not fucking deaf, of course I heard it!"

The dwarf stood up, looked suspiciously towards the direction of the warehouse door, and muttered suspiciously: "It's so fucking late at night, and it's impossible for someone to come to the warehouse to pick up the goods. What's more, if someone in the house picks up the goods, we will definitely be notified in advance." Both are right."

"Short, do you think there is a possibility that a cat is scratching the door outside?" The cripple was unwilling to admit that there might be enemies coming outside.

"For a cat scratching the door so loudly, the cat must be at least as big as a lion, right?"

Gazing at the cripple, the dwarf took out the Luger pistol at his waist, and said to the cripple, "Go to the monitor and see what's going on outside the door."

The two sections of the shutter door of the Honglei Gang's secret warehouse have monitoring probes connected to the internal network, allowing the left-behind personnel inside the warehouse to notice the movement outside in real time.

It's just that the probes with big thorns hanging on the two sides of the rolling shutter door have always been able to only look at gentlemen and not villains. If someone really wants to do something to the warehouse, the monitoring probe will be blocked immediately.

"Short, the probe is stuck."

Looking at the pitch-black surveillance probe, the cripple swallowed hard. He knew that the person who came tonight was not kind: "Should we call the gang for support?"

Just after the cripple asked for support, the movement from the warehouse shutter door suddenly disappeared.

Facing the suddenly quiet warehouse, the two gangsters looked at me and I looked at you. Finally, the dwarf let out a sigh of relief and speculated: "It is estimated that some little thief wanted to go through the empty door, but it turned out that our warehouse has a built-in lock. , and left."

As if confirming the dwarf's judgment, there was no movement outside the warehouse door for a long time.

"Oh Fuck! Don't let me catch this bastard thief, or I'll have to skin him! I'm tired of stealing things from the Thunder Gang!"

The cripple patted his chest, panted, sat back on the low stool just now, put his feet on the low table, and waved to the short man, "Short, hurry up! Are there any cigarettes left? Hurry up and give me some money." I was so shocked, I just thought it was Li Zaizhong who came here, so I didn't scare me to death."

"The weed is gone, and there are still a few ordinary Marlboros."

He put one in his mouth first, and after the dwarf threw the cigarette case to the lame man, he also sat down on the low stool.

The two punks put themselves into the performance from relaxation to tension, and then from tension to relaxation, all of which were recorded by the virtual camera controlled by Romon.

Then, the moment the two of them relaxed again, the sound of the roaring diesel engine rang out. Facing the lock of the secret warehouse, Romon directly opened the door with a forklift.

It's like an angry male rhinoceros rushing wildly on the open grassland.

Romon controlled the two forks of the forklift, inserted them straight into the gap at the bottom of the warehouse shutter door, and then shattered the locks of the secret warehouse one by one under the roar of the diesel engine.

The door was opened.

"What the hell is going on?"

The sudden violent noise caused the two punks to fly into the air in an instant, their buttocks still hot.

They stood up from the low stools, cast their gazes at the warehouse door, and then they discovered in despair that the warehouse door, which was still unbreakable just now, was being supported by a giant beast, and it was cracking little by little.

"Fuck!"

"This little thief is courting death, isn't he!"

The cripple and the dwarf looked at each other, and instead of shooting in a hurry, they raised their hands to extinguish the lamp on the table, preparing to give the thief who entered the warehouse a secret surprise.

The two hid behind an old sofa, waiting with bated breath for the little thief to enter the warehouse.

They looked in the direction of the warehouse door, watched the rolling gate being lifted up a little by a forklift, and watched the moonlight pouring in from outside the door. They licked their lips and pointed the muzzles of their guns in the direction of the warehouse door.

They are ready to reap life.

boom!

Gunshots sounded.

But it wasn't the two punks who pulled the trigger, but Romon, who was sitting on the forklift, stepped on the push lever with one foot, held a grenade launcher in both hands, pointed at the deepest part of the warehouse, and pulled the trigger.

"What gun is this?"

The cripple heard the gunshot, but he didn't hear the sound of something being pierced. Instead, he heard a faint sound of metal falling to the ground.

"You fucking shut up! This voice sounds familiar to me!"

"What sound?"

"Seems to be……"

The dwarf swallowed hard, and said in a hoarse voice, "It sounds like a fucking grenade falling to the ground."

This time, the lame man didn't answer.

Or the sound of the grenade exploding completely drowned out his answer.

Bright flames spewed out from the warehouse, lifting Romon's temple hair and illuminating his bright smile.

"Hehe, if you don't make a big scene, how can the Honglei Gang feel the anger of my Brother Zaizhong!"

As Romon said, he turned over and jumped off the forklift, took off the spare diesel barrel on it, and threw it into the secret warehouse in front of him. After another grenade went in, he turned and left gracefully.

The flickering flames stretched his back very long.

But the strange thing was that the fire in the secret warehouse was surging like huge waves, but no matter how the fiery waves surged, they couldn't get out of the warehouse.

This is the power of Romon's youth version of God. As long as it is directly related to him, he can control everything he wants. Even if it is a fire, he can also control the fire to only exist in the area he wants to burn, and will not affect Normal goods in other warehouses.

After all, Luo Meng is a director, not a terrorist, he only destroys the 'movie props' that can be destroyed by monsters, and will not affect the normal life of ordinary people.

As for how "movie props" will be defined, it depends on God's will. Let's see who Mr. God is today.

A controlled fire is, after all, a fire.

The Tulsa Fire Brigade came to the secret warehouse where the fire was burning. After entering the scene, they saw the traces of the explosion in the warehouse and immediately called the Tulsa Police Department.

Then, our lovely classmate Tifa ushered in the favorite night shift again.

Washing her face with cold water, Tifa, who hadn't woken up from her sleep, muttered subconsciously:

"This smell of sudden emergency assembly in the middle of the night, why is it so familiar, I seem to be woken up in the middle of the night when I was in San Francisco..."

Having said that, Tifa suddenly widened her amber eyes, and an ominous premonition arose spontaneously:

"No, it won't be that bastard again!"

"But that bastard, didn't he just come to Tulsa today? Why did he start the familiar night owl activities? Doesn't he even take a break?"

Tifa really wanted to call Romon to find out what happened, but then he thought that he was an undercover agent now, so he couldn't be willful...

wrong!

I can contact that jerk hacker kid.

Suddenly remembering that on her mobile phone, there was a hacker communication software disguised as a mobile game. Tifa recalled the operation method that Romon gave her, and sent voice chats to her friends in the game interface.

There was no busy tone, and the chat was connected instantly.

"Officer Tifa, why are you looking for me so late?"

Listening to Romon's energetic greeting on the other end of the phone, Tifa understood everything.

At this point, a person can still be so awake, it can only be active at night.

"You should know what I want to ask?"

"I did it."

"Then I'll give you ten seconds to figure out a compensation plan."

"Phil Equestrian Club, I heard it has the best steaks in Tulsa."

"Well, it sounds quite sincere, so I'll forgive you."

Tifa nodded lightly, ending the episode. Then she turned serious and asked, "Apart from this warehouse, how many other goals do you have next?"

"Eight left... oh, now there are only seven left."

Just as Romon was speaking, crisp gunshots came simultaneously, and Romon cleared out another secret warehouse.

"There are seven more. I feel that I have to say goodbye to sleeping recently."

Tifa just sighed softly, and he had to work overtime for this bastard accomplice again. As for the rest, why did Romon do it, and who did he do it to, Tifa didn't ask at all.

Because she believed in her accomplice and would not do anything to disappoint her.

There is no problem with Tifa, but Romon still needs to explain what he should explain, or to put it another way, to comfort him a little: "For overtime work, Officer Tifa, you can rest assured, because your police will soon find out that these destroyed The warehouse originated from the Honglei Gang."

"Boom Thunder Gang?"

Tifa recalled the information about the Hulei Gang in his mind, and immediately remembered that his colleagues in the police station had mentioned to him that the Hulei Gang and the Church of the Holy One were at odds: "You intend to provoke a war between the Hulei Gang and the Church of the Holy One ?”

"As expected of Officer Tifa, who I am proud of, you can guess my mind with a random guess."

Romon smiled and affirmed: "I plan to use the war to speed up my qualifications in the Holy One Church and help me reach the top of the church faster."

"Oh~~ Well, it seems that even if you come to Tulsa with a sunny day, your bastard accomplice's way of doing things is still as crazy and direct as ever."

He didn't express his concern verbally, because Tifa knew that Romon didn't like that kind of concern, because he had promised himself countless times that his life was in his hands.

In this case, excessive exhortations will instead become a kind of redundant distrust.

So Tifa kept silent, she just picked up the silver bullet pendant on the bedside table, kissed it lightly, and sent Romon's sincerest prayers.

After making the cross, Tifa yawned and ended the topic: "Okay, you can continue with your war plan, I'm going to work overtime for you bastard."

"Of course, compared to my little overtime work, I'm more curious about what kind of interesting reactions the top leaders of the Thunder Gang and the Holy One Church will have tomorrow."

"It's a night they'll never forget."

Tifa hung up the phone with full anticipation, while Romon looked at the screen of the phone returned to the table, licked his lips slightly, and complained:

"Am I taking Officer Tifa down?"

"Her last little tone of expectation didn't sound like something a good police officer would say."

Smiling and shaking his head, Romon snapped his fingers, and a Toyota motorcycle appeared beside him immediately, turned over and stepped up, and Romon started to rush to the next warehouse.

Because of the shot that should be shot, it has already been shot in the first warehouse.

Therefore, the remaining warehouses are of no value to Romon, and speed is paramount when dealing with them.

Without a camera, there is no need for external items such as forklifts to complete the logic. Romon opened the gate with one hand, and walked into the warehouse calmly under the bewildered eyes of the left-behind gangsters.

"Good evening, both of you."

The only response to Romon's greeting was the screams of fear from the two left-behind gangsters, as well as the constant shooting of bullets.

It's just that under Romon's motto, these bullets didn't even touch the corners of his clothes, and they all flew into the night sky. After the two of them emptied their magazines and sat down on the ground with fear on their faces, Romon raised his pistol, Squeeze the trigger on the two of them.

Grenades, rifles, pistols, shotguns, in order to ensure that his nighttime raids can create the illusion of an army, Romon made the guns used in each warehouse different.

It was under the arrangement of director Luo Da who didn't miss any detail.

It's a new day in Tulsa.

Chapter 067 Even if Everyone Betrays Me, Ren Yong, I Believe You Will Be By My Side

The sun rises in Tulsa, as usual.

With the first ray of sunshine, Tulsa people started their new day.

Those who have to go to work, those who have to leave work, those who have to go to school, and those who have to skip classes, everyone is carrying out their own lives. Regarding the small news that several warehouses in Tulsa were on fire last night, Tulsa people even chatted a few words None of them are interested.