I cut reality into a movie

Because if they really want to talk about news, they prefer to talk about 'the dog shot and killed the owner', or 'the FBI ransacked the president's house', which are more explosive and topical news.

Why do some small warehouses catch fire? Does anyone really care about this kind of news?

Yes, there are.

In a small three-story western-style building in the Luther block, Wilson, the leader of the Honglei Gang, was about to scratch his bald head and bleed.

He widened his eyes and stared at the addresses of several warehouses reported on the mobile phone news, his voice was hoarse as if his vocal cords were about to fall out:

"Have you checked it out?"

"Is there really something wrong with our warehouse?"

Because Romon's shots were too clean, and these secret warehouses did not have a regular contact mechanism, it was not until this morning when he got up for breakfast that Wilson saw that his warehouse had been burned through the news.

But at this moment, he still has the last sliver of luck. After all, the news report only has an approximate location and no specific warehouse number.

Maybe, maybe my own warehouse dodged a bullet.

With the last expectation, Wilson looked at the subordinate who kept calling, and saw the other party's face slowly darken, Wilson slapped the table angrily, and roared in despair:

"Fuck! Fuck The Bitch!"

The wide and thick palm made the solid wood desk vibrate constantly, but compared to the trembling in Wilson's voice, the little trembling of the desk is not worth mentioning:

"Loss, how much is lost." Wilson felt his tongue fighting, making it so difficult for him to say every word.

"All, all."

The gang boy's reaction was even more violent than Wilson's. Not only was his speech trembling, but his body was also trembling: "Go, brothers who went to the warehouse to investigate, say that our warehouse is completely burned..."

"Complete!?"

At this moment, Wilson seemed to feel that the world was spinning. He looked at the younger brother who was shaking from side to side, and just about to scold him, his eyes darkened and he passed out.

"BOSS!"

"BOSS!"

"Boss, what's wrong with you?!"

Hong Lei helped the younger brother to rush forward, and it was an American-style awakening for the unconscious boss.

Roaring loudly, shaking crazily, after three consecutive injections of stimulant drugs, Wilson woke up slowly.

He opened his eyes in a daze, then raised his broad palm with difficulty, grabbed a younger brother by the collar, and roared and ordered:

"Check! Find out who did it for me! Who the hell burned down my warehouse! I'm going to tear him up and feed him to the dogs!"

Wilson's state at the moment is like a beast that has lost its mind after being injured. He only wants revenge now, for his 200 million worth of warehouse goods!

the other side of the city.

Inside a high-end apartment in Tulsa.

Li Zaizhong, who had a good drink last night, rubbed his temples and sat up from the bed. He collected himself, stepped on the expensive plush carpet and walked to the French windows, then opened the curtains with a swish, and looked down at Tal, who ushered in a new day. Sacheng raised the corners of his mouth slightly:

"As expected of a city located in the sun belt, compared to the high-altitude Seoul, every day here is so bright and peaceful."

While lamenting the ease of Tulsa, Li Zaizhong's cell phone rang suddenly. He walked to the bed in two steps, picked up the cell phone on the bedside table, and pressed the answer button in confusion:

"Xiangzhe, can you call me early in the morning?"

"Brother, it's the Honglei Gang, something happened to the Honglei Gang!"

Swallowing his saliva, Kim Sang-cheol said hoarsely: "Last night, the warehouse of Honglei Gang was burned down!"

"What did you say!?"

"The warehouse of the Honglei Gang was burned?"

What a sense of relaxation brought by the sun, it disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Li Zaizhong listened to Kim Sang-cheol's report, and cold sweat suddenly appeared on his temples-my confidant just came back from Las Vegas yesterday, and then the warehouse of the Honglei Gang was burned that night. Trouble.

Li Zaizhong, who was very confident in his ability to control his subordinates, did not think about the possibility of his subordinates taking the initiative to provoke trouble at all.

With a dark face, he first searched for the external enemies, then took stock of the internal opponents, and finally set his target on the number two figure in the church, Ma Shouji:

Ah Xiba, Ma Shouji.

Obviously the old man is still in such a strong physical condition, you bastard are planning to fight with me?

In his heart, he cursed Ma Shouji who was causing trouble for him, Li Zaizhong pondered for a moment and then said: "How about the loss of Honglei Gang?"

The loss of the Honglei Gang will determine Li Zaizhong's next method.

If the Honglei gang's loss is very small, Li Zaizhong can take this hidden loss, just as if he and the Honglei gang have accumulated some small conflicts.

If the Honglei Gang suffered a lot of losses, Li Zaizhong would think of using diplomatic means to appease the other party's anger. He didn't want to go to war with the Honglei Gang, especially when Ma Shouji was instigated and forced to fight with others.

Li Zaizhong doesn't need this feeling of being used as a knife and a fool.

He was silent, waiting for Kim Sang-cheol to answer, but the other party fell into a long silence just like him.

"Xiangzhe, talk, what's the matter with you? I asked you about the loss of the Honglei Gang, didn't you hear?".

Hearing the displeased urging voice of his immediate boss, Kim Sang-cheol could only breathe a sigh of relief, and replied after considering his words:

"Brother, I'm not very clear about the specific situation, but according to news reports, at least nine warehouses caught fire last night."

"Combined with the gossip from the Hong Lei Gang, it seems that these nine warehouses belong to them, and there are laughing gas and amphetamine drugs in them."

bang.

Listening to Kim Sang-cheol's answer, Lee Jae-joong's cell phone slipped from his palm, and he walked to the French window with some limp steps, and leaned on the window to look down at the city of Tulsa under the sun again.

This time, he didn't see any comfortable prairie city in the sun, he only saw blood and fire crawling towards him little by little.

The war is about to begin.

-

dissemination of news.

It is always layer by layer.

The first to know that the secret warehouse is on fire must be the Honglei Gang themselves, then Kim Sang-cheol who has intensively monitored the Honglei Gang, and finally Cui Zicheng, who has just been transferred to Luther Street for a day and is not very familiar with everything.

Of course, there is another reason why he reacted so slowly. The main focus of the CIA's work is abroad, and it does not have such a sensitive source of information on domestic affairs.

In addition to mission goals like the Holy One Church, the CIA will not pay too much attention to small local gangs like the Thunder Gang.

Sitting in the mechanical punk coffee shop, Cui Zicheng stirred the personalized coffee cup covered with gears in his hand, and talked to Romon beside him about his music festival balloon plan:

"Ren Yong, let me tell you, laughing balloons are definitely a good thing."

"It probably cost less than a dollar, but if you take it into the Clara Festival and sell them to these cute hippies, a laughing balloon can go for over ten dollars."

"Brother, this is a full ten times the profit. What kind of work can make more money than this? Don't you want to live in a big American villa and sleep with American women with big breasts? This is definitely a shortcut to help you succeed."

"What's the matter, Ren Yong, do you want to fight him with my brother!"

Cui Zicheng bewitched Luo Meng to sell balloons with him with his passionate voice.

As for Luo Meng, he just watched his confident expression berating Fang Qiu calmly, looking forward to what kind of expression this old man would have when he knew that the goods of the Honglei Gang had been burned.

"Ren Yong, whether you want to do it or not, you can say something."

Seeing that Luo Meng didn't respond for a long time, Cui Zicheng urged him.

But soon, his urging voice was interrupted by a more urgent phone ringing.

When he picked up the phone, he heard that it was Kim Sang-cheol, and there was no nonsense in it, just to ask them to gather at the Qihui Church as soon as possible, and let them carefully read the news about the fire in the warehouse last night.

"The news about the warehouse fire?"

Cui Zicheng suddenly had an ominous premonition. He turned on his mobile phone and watched the news about the fire in the warehouse. He felt more and more familiar with the location of the warehouse on fire in the news.

Aren't these all warehouses in Luther block?

I just walked around with Park Renyong yesterday, why did they all burn last night?Also, these warehouses are not going to be...

The more I think about it, the more I feel scared, and the more I think about it, the more I feel cold sweat.

Cui Zicheng turned off the news with stiff fingers, looked up at Luo Meng beside him, and asked in a trembling voice: "Ren Yong, what do you think these warehouses..."

"It should be the warehouse of the Honglei Gang, otherwise Brother Xiangzhe wouldn't mention it specifically."

Luo Meng glanced at the pale-faced Cui Zicheng, and deliberately asked with anticipation: "Brother Zicheng, the Honglei Gang and us are in a hostile relationship. Now that their warehouse has been burned for no reason, will they suspect that we did it?" ?”

"Furthermore, if this misunderstanding cannot be resolved, then are we going to start a full-scale war with them?"

"Ah~~~ It would be great if we can really start a war, and then we can kill the enemy and make meritorious deeds!"

From the first day of joining the Holy One Sect, Romon has established the image of a warlike and bloodthirsty berserker.

Therefore, in the face of a possible all-out war, Romon showed an expression of anticipation. Cui Zicheng would not have any doubts, and would only grit his teeth looking at the excitement on Romon's face:

Fuck!

This damn war maniac!

He really likes to fight and fight so much, why did he come to the Holy One Sect, wouldn't he go directly to join the mercenaries?This battle addict!

It is basically certain that his balloon plan has been completely ruined. Cui Zicheng, who was hit hard, had nowhere to vent his depression, so he could only point the finger at the beaming Romon:

Park In-yong, the bastard!

Why didn't I find him so annoying before!

Lol, it's funny, don't let me take a chance, but if I take a chance, I will make you 'sacrifice' in your favorite war.

Killing a person is not a big deal for Cui Zicheng.

He silently erected a tombstone for Romon in his heart, ready to sacrifice Romon at the right time in the upcoming war.

Then, this is not a coincidence.

Luo Meng also had a simple idea about this old brother Cui Zicheng who planned to deal in drugs. He followed the oath he had made before--every drug criminal, if he encounters one, he will kill him.

He doesn't care whether these things are legal under the American legal framework, anyway, in his youth version of God's concept, drug trafficking is the beginning of the death penalty.

Also preparing to "sacrifice" Cui Zicheng in the war at the right time, Luo Meng looked at Cui Zicheng with a brighter smile.

-

"Is this what that kid did?"

"But this is too exaggerated, he only has one night, and he cleared out a dozen warehouses of the Honglei Gang?"

"No, this is not the most exaggerated. The most exaggerated thing is, how did this kid know that these warehouses are the secret warehouses of the Honglei Gang, and how did he know that even the FBI couldn't grasp the information?"

Looking at the news reports, Sherlock's expression was very complicated.

Gradually, this complexity turned into suspicion: "No, this is definitely not the power that a person can possess. He is a human being, not a god, and this power is close to being omniscient and omnipotent."

"Even if in his experience, he had a brilliant record of cracking the White Dwarf Club alone, there was still time for investigation, but yesterday was his first day in Tulsa."

The more he speculated, the more dignified Sherlock's expression became: "Could it be that this kid has been corrupted by the Church of the Holy One?"

"It shouldn't be. Judging from his experience in San Francisco and Seattle, he is the kind of unswerving federal soldier. Even if he falls, it is impossible for him to fall so quickly."

"Or, he knew in advance that the Holy One Church was going to start this war, so he deliberately acted for me yesterday? Just to show that he is very capable, so that the policewoman can stay away from the mission?"

"Oh, ridiculous love between men and women."

As if he felt that he had grasped the truth, Sherlock's expression relaxed again. He kept muttering Romon's name, and finally said with a disdainful sneer:

"Jackie Chen, Jackie Chen, why don't you understand, that kind of boring, redundant feelings will only affect your efficiency in completing tasks."

"Love, lovers, marriage, what's the point of these things? In the end, they become strangers again."

"Only honors and badges are eternal, and they are recorded in the annals of history for people to look up to. Boy, you are still too young and too easily influenced by hormones."

Shaking his head lightly, feeling Romon's youth, Sherlock, who was sitting by the Arkansas River fishing, looked at the float that suddenly started to shake, and was happy:

"The fish is hooked, I should speed up these two young fighters, otherwise they will always fantasize about messy feelings like this, which will affect the mission effect."

"It is enough for them to have one emotion in their hearts-the hatred for the Holy One Church."

At the end, Sherlock yanked the fishing rod.

A black shadow was dragged by the transparent fishing line and flew out of the water. After splashing waves, its true face emerged.

This is a Yellow River carp.

A fish that won't give up.