I cut reality into a movie

After the diaphragm was squeezed upwards to expel all the turbid air in the lungs, Ma Shouji looked at Secretary Song and said, "Secretary Song, we have to find a way to get rid of this mad dog, otherwise in the next few days, you and I will be in trouble." It’s rare to be quiet.”

Ma Shouji spoke very directly, because he knew that Secretary Song was a smart person, and if this person could notice the details of the onomatopoeia and remind himself, it proved that this person had reached a conclusion similar to his own.

Otherwise, Ma Shouji didn't need to analyze so many things on his own. The reason he could say so many things was to prove that he was also a smart person and could fight against the enemy with Secretary Song.

It's so troublesome and simple for people who play with their hearts to communicate.

They will keep testing each other, testing whether the other party can keep up with their own thinking, but once they have confirmed each other's thinking, they will speak directly.

After Secretary Song listened to Ma Shouji's analysis, the smile on his face became warmer. He nodded and said:

"President Ma, my thoughts are basically the same as yours. I also think that this Li Zaizhong must be eliminated. He is too dangerous and crazy. He even dares to kill the president, let alone you and me."

"But we need some evidence, or a reason."

Ma Shouji is not Romon, he can't say to do it, he is motivated to pursue the position of president, and he wants a complete Holy One Church, not a holy one who provokes a war and ends up in a pool of mud. a church.

He couldn't forcibly get rid of Lee Jae-joong, and he couldn't even re-enact the classic car accident.

Because as long as he dares to act so bluntly, even if he succeeds in the end, he will still face the same dilemma that Li Zaizhong is facing now.

Other people in the church will also think like him now, thinking about whether there is a future for such a president who kills as soon as he says he wants to kill.

"President Ma, in my opinion, we will definitely not be able to get evidence, but we can find a reason."

Secretary Song smiled, that smile was treacherous and treacherous: "I think we can use undercover as an excuse to get rid of Li Zaizhong."

"Undercover?" Ma Shouji waved his hand and said, "Impossible. If you slander Li Zaizhong as an undercover, it is better to kill him directly. No one in the church will believe that he is an undercover."

"No, President Ma, I'm not saying that Li Zaizhong is an undercover agent."

Secretary Song sat up straight, and since it was really a mistake, she told the truth: "I mean Park Renyong is an undercover agent!"

"Park In-yong?"

Ma Shouji still didn't think so: "Although Park Renyong is a newcomer, there is no evidence to prove that he is an undercover agent..."

"and many more!"

Ma Shouji seemed to have thought of something, and his expression suddenly lit up: "Park Renyong is a fake identity! This bastard definitely used a fake identity, otherwise a magician as powerful as him should be heard of more or less."

"Even if those of us don't like to watch magic tricks and don't pay attention to them, there should be news about him on the Internet, but in fact it is..."

Open the mobile browser and search for keywords such as 'Park In-yong, magic, onomatopoeia, luminescence' in the Korean favorite NAVER engine. Ma Shouji looked at the blank search records and smiled:

"It seems that we need Director Li to explain the origin of his capable man."

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Even the worst story in the world must pay attention to the most basic narrative logic.

But reality doesn't need it.

Sometimes, the real world is so arbitrary that even the gods will exclaim in horror when they see it.

Romon probably never dreamed that he even changed the identity documents on the FBI's internal independent server, and he could still 'expose' his undercover identity, and it was from a ghostly angle that he couldn't imagine at all.

Fiona Horse Club.

As one of the top horse clubs in Tulsa, Fiona Stables is definitely the ideal place for every Tulsa rider.

Riding side by side with Tifa on the grassland where the horse farm belongs, Tifa looked at Romon's skillful riding, and her slender cherry lips pursed slightly:

"Romon, you are a liar."

"fraud?"

Luo Meng was a little confused: "Officer Tifa, when did you ask... Uh, I mean, which sentence do you think I lied to you?"

Seeing the blank expression on Romon's face, Tifa didn't bother to talk to this bastard carefully. How much deception was there? She just clamped the horse's belly lightly, picked up the speed a little, and hummed softly at Romon with the back of her head. : "I heard a bastard tell me that he can't ride a horse, so I want to ask an equestrian teacher to teach him."

"So, now I want to hear him explain, his interpretation of the verb phrase 'can't ride a horse'."

Listening to Tifa who was walking in front, asking himself why he was so proficient in horsemanship, Romon blinked and suddenly realized that he had 'learned' horseback riding too quickly when he was in the racecourse.

He has become accustomed to using the phrase [I will XXX] to let himself master a certain skill, completely ignoring that it takes time for normal humans to learn something.

It was him who was being abrupt, but Romon didn't intend to explain too much. '

He adjusted his mood, smiled directly and said:

"Okay, Officer Tifa, I admit that I am a shameless liar. I lied to you that I don't know how to ride a horse, just to give you a surprise."

"Are you sure this kind of thing can be called a surprise?"

"Okay, okay, Officer Tifa, I admit it, I just want to show off in front of you, I want you to think that I am smarter and learn things faster, like..."

Tifa interrupted Romon and said, "Like a primary school boy who knows a math problem but pretends not to ask the girl at the same table to show off his clever little head?"

"Yes, yes, that's what I thought."

Romon borrowed the slope to get off the donkey, and Tifa rolled his eyes coquettishly: "Hmph, then you played off your little tricks, and now you look like an idiot?"

"Hehehe, that's okay, anyway, I'm already an asshole with Police Officer Tifa, and it's okay to add another title of idiot."

Romon chuckled, and then lightly gripped the horse's belly to keep up with Tifa's footsteps.

"Hum╭(╯^╰)╮"

Looking at Romon who was following up, Tifa didn't continue to struggle with this issue, but collected his expression and asked a little seriously: "Let's talk about the business, I don't think you asked me out to ride a horse, just Play these kid's house games."

"Officer Tifa really knows the details."

Luo Meng smiled flatteringly, and then said frankly: "I asked Officer Tifa to come out, mainly to tell Officer Tifa one thing."

"what's up?"

"Inspector Sherlock is dead."

"Oh, is that so, then the time for you to do it is earlier than I thought."

It has to be said that Tifa deserves to be the person who knows Romon best in this world. She is not surprised that Romon would kill Sherlock at all, she is just a little surprised that Romon would do it so quickly.

"Because of some changes in the church, Sherlock lost his use value, so I sent him to see his wife earlier."

"I suppose it must not have been a pleasant meeting."

"But at least it's to relieve hatred."

"Yeah, at least it's to relieve hatred."

The expression on Tifa's face relaxed, she tilted her head slightly, looked at Romon and said with a smile: "Romon, do you have a feeling that you are very similar to the avenger in the movie story, and you have been helping the wronged dead all the time? on the way."

"It should be regarded as the Avengers combination."

Romon also laughed, looked at Tifa and said, "I'm accompanied by your accomplice, Police Officer Tifa, so we should be regarded as the Avengers."

"Maybe one day it will become the Avengers too?"

Tifa still looks forward to having more like-minded people who can join her and Romon to do something for the world, even if what they do will not really change the world.

But at least they did something and helped some people, and that's enough.

Hearing Tifa mentioning the Avengers, Romon suddenly thought of the hamster he had just talked to two days ago, and thought that if there was a chance in the future, he could take the hamster to make a few more films.

And thinking of hamsters, the tribe where the hamsters belonged to, Romon would definitely go there.

"Officer Tifa, I have a place I want to visit, do you want to accompany me?"

"where?"

"Native tribe west of Tulsa."

"To talk about casino construction?"

Hearing that Romon was going to the aboriginal tribe, Tifa's first reaction was that he was going to talk about the construction of the casino.

After all, Tifa is also an undercover agent with the goal of lurking into the Holy One Church. She also knows the situation of the Holy One Church very well. She knows that Romon can get the appreciation of the church's senior management faster by starting with the reserved casino issue.

"Do not."

Romon shook his head and said with a smile: "A friend of mine from the tribe said that they don't welcome casinos on their land, so the issue of casino construction by the Holy One Sect has been unilaterally aborted by me."

"It's a good thing that Sherlock died early, otherwise he would be pissed off by you when he heard your wayward thoughts."

Romon was said to be self-willed, but Tifa had a smile on his lips.

As a native American, she knows all too well that the so-called reserved casino privileges by the US government are just another way of oppressing the aborigines.

The U.S. government told the aborigines, go ahead, open casinos if you are short of money.

But casinos really bring wealth?

No, casinos can only bring villains, chaos, the decay of other industries, and the last bullet that kills natives.

You might say, what about Las Vegas.

But there is only one Las Vegas in the world. Apart from becoming a casino city and relying on the entertainment industry and tourism to gain prosperity, the other sporadic small casinos will only become a hotbed of crime and a haven for villains.

Tifa has no ability to change the status quo, but she can be happy for Romon's choice, and happily agrees to Romon's invitation.

"Shall we ride there?" Tifa asked. "If I remember correctly, the aboriginal reservation in Tulsa is next to Fiona's horse farm. We can definitely ride there."

"Why not." Romon smiled and said, "We're here to enjoy the ride today, aren't we?"

While talking and laughing, the two rode their horses towards the aboriginal reservation.

Objectively speaking, Tulsa is not a prosperous city. Compared with San Francisco, a world-renowned first-class city, it is like a large town.

But compared with the Aboriginal reservation next to it, Tulsa city has become as dazzling as a diamond.

There is not even a decent concrete road. In Tulsa's aboriginal reservation, there are only relatively lively bars and gravel roads around the market. If you go further to the residents' homes in the depths, it will completely become a dirt road.

This kind of dirt road is indeed very happy for the horses under Romon's crotch, but it is not so wonderful for the human society that needs to develop.

It seems the hamster was right.

For the hometown of his birth, the right to operate a casino is not a code to get rich at all, but a death ticket to hell.

With such a dilapidated traffic environment, how could it be possible for those who can drive here to gamble specifically to be those serious tourists with spending power that Las Vegas entertains.

Only the most bastard villains, gamblers, gangsters and other scum of the world would come to this kind of place for entertainment.

Fortunately, I called that hamster guy, otherwise I would have made a shameful decision.

Romon was secretly glad that he hadn't taken a wrong step.

At this moment, the laughter of several children knocked on Romon's eardrum.

He followed the sound and saw that it was a school on the side of the road. On the playground behind the school wall, there were children playing and playing in physical education class.

They are running, laughing, enjoying the carefree and freehand care of childhood, and their dark yellow skin shows their ethnicity: a group of aboriginal children.

"John's School."

Tifa also noticed the children's laughter. She first looked at the children with a smile, and then read the name of the school next to the school gate.

It is a common practice in private schools in the United States to name the school with the name of the operator or the donor.

In addition, there are millions of people named John in the United States, so Tifa didn't think too much about the relationship between this school name and Romon.

She just muttered softly, then smiled at Romon, "What a group of lovely children, looking at them reminds me of my own childhood."

"Officer Tifa's childhood?"

If Tifa didn't make any associations, Romon would never mention that this school had anything to do with him. He just made the corners of his mouth more curved, and said happily to Tifa: "I guess when Officer Tifa was young, he definitely didn't have a relationship with him. A little princess holding a doll."

"of course not."

Tifa urged the horse and walked forward while talking about her childhood: "I still remember that it was the first Christmas after I went to elementary school. My grandpa said to me with a Glock 26: Son, As a member of the Genfort family, it's time for you to learn how to use a gun to protect yourself and your loved ones."

"Then, from that day on, my childhood vacation was spent amid gunfire and gunpowder smoke. Although the process of practicing guns was very hard at that time, and I was taught by my grandfather many times because of this incident, but looking back today , I am quite fortunate that I have such a family tradition and conditions.”

"Because we live in such a country, don't we? We can't expect the federal government to solve the gun problem. It can only be like my grandpa said, pick up your gun and protect yourself and your loved ones. "

Tifa talked about her childhood, a childhood that inherited the American style of Iai.

This is undoubtedly the tragedy of a country, but it is Tifa's own luck, because she really did what her grandfather expected of her back then-she can pick up her gun and protect herself and her loved ones She even became a policeman to protect those innocent people she didn't know but needed her protection.

The wide-brimmed cowboy hat that Tifa wore on her head brought her the shade that covered most of her face, but it didn't bring her a trace of gloom.

In her amber eyes, there is no complaint, only the perseverance to fulfill her belief.

She will always remember, when she picked up the gun for the first time, she held the rough grip, touched the cold trigger, and said the words in a childlike voice to the kindly smiling grandpa in front of her:

I will practice shooting well, and in the future, I will protect my grandparents, my parents, and everyone Tifa cares about!

A ray of sunshine.