I cut reality into a movie

Then, a gunshot broke the dullness.

Then, the gunpowder smoke of the revolver, the flying sawdust, and the broken wine bottle became the main theme of the lens.

This is a movie scene that Romon has seen countless times, and it is also the style of decisive battle that he likes very much.

It's just that he knows very well in his heart that this kind of stylized shot was conceived by the film director in vain, and it can only exist in the movie, and it is impossible to reproduce it in reality.

He felt that way until he came to Tulsa, the former city of cowboys.

It was also at dusk, and it was the same bar next to the road, with the same broken wine bottles and flying sawdust, but the smell of gunpowder that filled the air today was not from revolvers, but from shotguns gun.

Originally, Li Zaizhong wanted to make a final diplomatic effort to invite Wilson, the leader of the Honglei Gang, to a road bar under the church to discuss compensation methods, and try to resolve the conflict through negotiations.

But he was thinking about negotiating, but the other side had no such thoughts at all.

In the gang club, after shooting down his younger brother whom he suspected to be an insider, Wilson had no way out. He could only go to war, and he had to go to war.

With his younger brother, Wilson came to this road bar while riding a modified Harley motorcycle with an exaggerated engine sound that could make people's eardrums burst.

Without greeting or hesitation, this bald biker with a brow full of hard muscles pulled out the shotgun on the side of the bike and shot it at the window of the bar.

This shot is like the whistle of the final battle in a western movie.

Romon's ideal decisive battle scene perfectly emerged, but in addition to operating the camera to shoot, he also had to fulfill his role as an actor-playing his undercover leading man well.

"Brother Zaizhong, be careful!"

He rushed forward and threw Li Zaizhong, who was stunned on the seat, to the ground. Luo Meng asked with concern: "Brother Zaizhong, how are you? Are you injured?"

"Huh? Oh, I'm fine."

After all, he has been in the United States for so long, and has experienced several gun battles. After the initial daze, Li Zaizhong quickly came to his senses. He raised his head, looked at the miserable situation in the bar, and cursed: "Xiba! A bunch of bloody bikers!"

"Counterattack! Counterattack! Shoot me back! I want to make those damn motorcycle guys regret being born in this world!"

Li Zaizhong's roar woke up the beaten brother in the bar.

They stood up in disgrace, and it was too late to care about the dead or injured companions around them. Instead, they rushed to the window sill of the bar one by one, raised their pistols and fought back.

"Brother, are you alright?"

With his waist down, Kim Sang-cheol rushed over anxiously.

He had just set up a line of defense in the direction of the back door, and rushed to the bar lobby as soon as he heard the gunshot, but he was still a step late, and his 'rescue merit' had already been claimed.

"Xiangzhe, I'm fine, Renyong rescued me immediately."

Smiling and patting Luo Meng's shoulder, Li Zaizhong turned to ask: "How is the situation at the back door?"

"back door?"

Glancing at Luo Meng, Kim Sang-cheol, who was thinking complicatedly, bit the tip of his tongue secretly, and let his mind return to the war that was close at hand: "Brother, there is nothing at the back door, these damn motorcycles seem to want to defeat us head-on. "

Just as Kim Sang-cheol was speaking, the door of the bar was stormed into.

Wilson, with a big shiny bald head and a black leather jacket, had given up the large shotgun in his hand and rushed in with a Glock 17 instead.

As for why you don't continue to use shotguns, I can only say that it is too troublesome for that guy to reload, and it is not suitable for small and closed indoor environments with high-frequency firefights.

"Brother! This way!"

Seeing the Honglei gang attacking the bar, Kim Sang-cheol didn't say anything, and immediately pushed Li Zaizhong to evacuate into the depths of the bar.

boom!

A gunshot interrupted Lee Jae-joong's retreat, scaring him and Kim Sang-cheol to hide behind a booth.

"Li Zaizhong, you Korean bastards, you only play tricks behind your back, don't you? If you really have the guts, you can have a western cowboy-style duel with me!"

"You dare?"

Wilson's majestic and hoarse shout resounded throughout the road bar, and even the gunfire of the fierce battle was suppressed by his roar.

Faced with this duel invitation, Li Zaizhong, who rarely used a gun, of course could not agree. He leaned on the solid wood backboard of the deck and replied with a sneer:

"The first is to attack the enemy, the second is to attack the enemy, the second is to attack the soldiers, and the next is to attack the city. Have you read "Sun Tzu's Art of War"? We orientals pay attention to wisdom, which is different from you white orangutans who only have muscles in their brains!"

Li Zaizhong escaped a quarter. If he dared to say that Sun Tzu's Art of War is Korean wisdom, Romon would definitely shoot faster than Wilson.

Well now, his honesty saved him.

Only Wilson's bullet responded to Li Zaizhong's ridicule.

With a bang, the bullet passed through the solid wood backing of the bar booth.

The scorched black hole left on the backboard was less than five centimeters away from Li Zaizhong's left ear. The sawdust torn by bullets left many blood streaks on Li Zaizhong's face, which scared him so much that he almost loosened the bladder muscles underneath. open.

"You don't want to talk nonsense to me!" Welsh roared, "If you really like that bastard book, I can put a copy in your coffin after you die!"

Objectively speaking, "Sun Tzu's Art of War" is still a very famous book in the United States, including the English translation is also very good. It can be said that as long as Americans with a little bit of education have not read it, they have basically heard of it.

But it is clear that Wilson, a motorcycle muscular guy, is a bit far from culture. He may not even read all the Chinese books in his primary school, let alone read Sun Tzu's Art of War written by foreigners.

Listening to Li Zaizhong and Wilson, you and I started talking between the leaders, Romon also hurriedly manipulated the camera, switching back and forth between the faces of the two of them.

Every subtle expression on their faces was photographed in detail.

Especially on Li Zaizhong's side, Luo Meng even photographed the trembling hairs on his face clearly.

The capture of the close-up expression lasted for about ten seconds. Seeing that Li Zaizhong's face was getting paler and paler, Luo Meng knew that it was time for his loyal subordinate to come out to save him.

Standing up abruptly from behind the bar counter, Romon held guns in both hands, and began to empty the clips at the deck where Wilson was hiding.

The continuous sound of gunshots became the main theme of the bar again. While suppressing firepower, Romon walked towards the booth where Li Zaizhong was hiding.

"Brother Zaizhong, hurry up and leave this place to me!"

Squeezing into the narrow booth, Luo Meng pushed Li Zaizhong and told him to leave quickly.

And in order to bring Li Zaizhong the greatest touch, Luo Meng was very scheming, and kept dangling the HK-P7 that Li Zaizhong gave him at the beginning, in front of Li Zaizhong.

At this moment, Li Zaizhong looked at the gun he was familiar with, and at the back of Luo Meng who was desperate for himself. At this moment, he found the feeling of real heartbeat.

Is this the taste of loyalty?

A stream of warm current gathered at the tip of his heart. Li Zaizhong squeezed Luo Meng's shoulder hard, choked up and said, "Ren Yong, I leave this place to you! Be sure to survive!"

To be moved is to be moved, and to be alive is to be alive.

After Li Zaizhong instructed Luo Meng, he immediately said to Kim Sang-cheol beside him, "Sang-cheol, let's go!"

This time, Kim Sang-cheol did not reply.

He just nodded silently, and then escorted Li Zaizhong to the depths of the bar, but for some reason, when he set off again, there was an indescribable hesitation under his feet.

Walking back with the two of them was Romon's virtual camera.

In the constantly moving back camera, the back view of Romon fighting alone is so determined and resolute.

He held two guns and used the deck as a cover to continuously shoot deadly bullets. When the bullets ran out, he rushed up to hit him with the butts of the guns and his fists. He was like a god of war, fighting for the passive saint One taught thugs to prop up the last piece of sky.

Seeing Romon's performance on the battlefield, Li Zaizhong's eyes began to shine, and he found that he has a reliable right-hand man again:

When this war is over, let's set up a separate group for this kid.

Cui Zicheng, who was hiding in the corner, could clearly see Li Zaizhong's moving eyes.

He knew that his grievous teammate had won the appreciation of his superiors by virtue of his bravery. He also knew that this grievous teammate had become a stumbling block for him, which would affect his promotion path.

Park In-yong, Park In-yong.

Originally, I was quite entangled in whether I should kill you, a war lunatic, just for a moment of pleasure.

Well now, I don’t need to worry about it anymore. Your excellent performance, a war lunatic, has already affected my promotion path. For the mission and my life in the United States, I can only sacrifice you, a fellow Korean.

Don't blame me, if you want to blame, blame you for not staying in South Korea well, you must come to the United States to seek death.

Raising the cold muzzle of the gun, Cui Zicheng narrowed his eyes and aimed at Romon who was fighting on the front line, but he didn't pull the trigger immediately because he still had to rely on Romon to deal with the war in front of him.

Some people think that they are orioles, and they can wait for the mantis to eat the cicada before attacking safely.

And some people originally thought they were praying mantises, but now they suddenly realize that the cicadas are me.

Wilson was taken aback.

He never imagined that the Shengyi Sect, a group of South Korean guys who can only do deceit, could train such a heroic fighter as Romon.

Click, click, click.

Wilson kept pulling the trigger, but the Glock 17 in his hand could only make the sound of an empty gun.

He's out of bullets.

For today's battle, he brought a total of six spare magazines, thinking about six magazines, hundreds of bullets, even if he closed his eyes, it would be enough to teach Sheng Yi to fight this group of Korean guys with thin arms and thin legs. collapsed.

But reality always deflects in unexpected places, and the appearance of Romon completely shattered his expectations.

"This damn yellow-skinned monkey! It's as nimble as a fucking monkey."

Throwing the empty pistol angrily, Wilson pulled out the hyena saber on his waist, and shouted at Romon: "Hey! Korean guy! Dare? Let me fuck her mother with this guy?"

Wilson said, raising the saber in his hand.

"Dare you?"

Luo Meng wiped the sweat from his forehead and sneered at Wilson: "It seems that you don't know us Koreans very well. You don't even know that we Korean soldiers are better at using knives than guns."

Also pinned on the back waist, Romon pulled out the machete at his waist and licked his lips at Wilson.

"Hey, Korean boy, you are interesting, at least much more interesting than your cowardly boss who can only run away!"

"That's because Brother Zaizhong doesn't need to fight against a small character like you." After speaking, Romon raised his palm to Wilson: "Come on, I'll give you a chance to strike first."

Romon deliberately let Wilson take the initiative to attack, because he needed to bring the battlefield closer to Cui Zicheng.

He still hasn't forgotten that one of today's side missions is to get rid of Cui Zicheng.

"Boy, your arrogance will kill you, go to hell!"

Facing the decisive battle of life and death, Wilson was not polite to Romon at all, and directly seized the opportunity to strike first, and stabbed at Romon with the knife in his back.

[I will dodge to the right, avoiding this blow, but my clothes will be cut open by the blade]

After all, it was a small boss battle, so considering the expressiveness of the camera, Romon had to make his battle process as 'thrilling' as possible.

Even a certain degree of injury is not impossible, after all, being injured can increase Li Zaizhong's favorability.

In this way, thinking wholeheartedly for the camera, Romon led Wilson to start a thrilling little boss battle.

Romon's side is thrilling, so Wilson, who is playing the opposite role, must be fighting more and more passionately and smoothly.

Seeing that every time he strikes, he can leave some marks on Romon's body, Wilson began to float, he swung his knife and laughed loudly:

"Hahahaha! Korean guy! It seems that your Korean sword skills are not good! Except for retreating, you just hide. If you can do nothing but these two moves, I advise you not to resist tiredly, just kneel down and wait." Die, I can still give you a good time!"

Facing the provocation, Romon didn't answer, he just gritted his teeth and continued to fight 'difficultly'.

The two who kept fighting each other began to sway the battlefield further and further, and finally came to a box door in the corner of the hall.

"Ah Xiba, Park Renyong, that bastard, is really caring enough for her mother, and even sent it to her door on her own initiative."

Hiding in the private room of the bar, through the one-way light-transmitting glass window on the door of the private room, Cui Zicheng could clearly see the two Romon fighting fiercely outside the door.

"Tsk tsk tsk, boy, you look a bit miserable now! And aren't you the God of War under Li Zaizhong? Why are you so weak now? Are you being chased and hacked?"

Seeing Romon with many scars on his body, Cui Zicheng sneered excitedly. At the same time, he held the Luger pistol tightly in his hand, ready to shoot Wilson to receive the reward at any time after Romon was hacked to death.

It seemed that he felt Cui Zicheng's expectations for him.

Wilson looked at Romon who was cornered, took a deep breath, raised the hyena saber in his hand, and decided to end this long knife fight.

"Korean boy! Say goodbye to this world!"

The sharp blade shone coldly, stabbing straight at Romon's face.

Facing this killing blow, Romon just turned his head slightly, and at the same time swung his right arm, piercing the machete in his hand into Wilson's heart.

Boom!

A loud bang.

It was the sound of Wilson's hyena saber piercing the bar's decorative wooden walls.

This was already the number of times he had wiped Romon's cheek with an empty knife, and even in his heart, he was used to the feeling of such an attack being in vain.

After all, swinging the knife is empty, just swing it again.

Anyway, it was Wilson who mastered the rhythm of the attack. As for Romon, he could only jump around like a monkey under his constant slashing.