I cut reality into a movie

Standing in the elevator, Ma Shouji was unaware of the chaotic war that took place upstairs. He is now completely immersed in the great happiness of escaping from the sky, thinking about the wonderful life in the future. .

Indeed, starting today, the Holy One Church will no longer exist, but the disappearance of the Holy One Church is not so unacceptable to Ma Shouji.

After all, as the director in charge of the Holy One Church’s finances, he holds a large amount of public funds of the church. Originally, he could not transfer these public funds, but if the Holy One Church is gone, these public funds can become his private funds. .

Chairman Shi, Li Zaizhong, Secretary Song, and those trash moths of the council.

You fight, snatch, snatch, but never think that I, Ma Shouji, will win everything in this church game, right?

It's a pity that none of you are officially married, otherwise, I can take care of your wives for you.

Ah ha ha ha ha ha.

Ma Shouji laughed wildly in his heart. He looked at the stainless steel elevator door in front of him and his own face reflected on it, finally couldn't help the excitement in his heart, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

As the corners of his mouth curled up, the elevator door in front of him slowly opened,

Then, he saw the figure waiting outside the elevator door, and his smile froze.

"Hey, isn't this Director Ma?"

Looking at the smile on Ma Shouji's face, Luo Meng also smiled and said hello: "I see that your smile is very unrestrained, did you think of something happy? Tell me about it too, and make me happy too."

While speaking, Romon turned the machete in his hand, walked slowly into the elevator door, then closed the elevator door with his backhand, and pressed the up button again.

And add a sentence in my heart [until I am the only living person left in the elevator, this elevator door will never open]

"Park Renyong, you did all of this?" Looking at Luo Meng who walked into the elevator, Ma Shouji's face was almost cloudy.

"Everything? What is everything?" Luo Meng laughed and said, "Are you talking about the undercover files, or the fire in the building, or the death of Chairman Shi Dongchu?"

"If this is what you said, I admit that I made it up."

Luo Meng gave the answer with a smile, in stark contrast to Ma Shouji's increasingly ugly expression.

"Who are you? I don't think Lee Jae Joong will let you do these things!"

As Ma Shouji said, he retreated to the depth of the elevator, he wanted to make room for his younger brother and Romon to fight.

"Who am I...?"

Romon looked at the several big men in suits who had gathered around him, licked his lips and said, "Who am I, you can go to God to find out, I have sent quite a lot of people there recently, and it is easy to find out who I am. identity of."

"It's just that there may be more."

As Romon said, he moved the camera up to the ceiling of the elevator, and used a completely vertical 90° overlooking angle to shoot the elevator fight scene.

Every time the knife is swung, it is so precise, and every time the knife is withdrawn, it is so neat.

Every time Romon completes a slash, there will be a bright blood stain on the stainless steel walls around the elevator.

It was as if something was being written with the ink condensed by the blood.

The corpses fell one after another, and bloodstains appeared one after another.

After the last little brother was pierced through the heart by Romon and threw a bloody horizontal bar at the elevator wall, the words he wrote on the surrounding walls also ended perfectly.

——Heavenly Reincarnation.

Looking at the four Chinese characters on the wall, Ma Shouji understood what Luo Meng's real identity was.

He didn't say another word, and didn't look at Romon again, he just closed his eyes slowly, waiting for the judgment to come.

The elevator door opened again, and what was displayed in front of Romon was a group of scarred and blood-stained members of the Holy One Church who survived the elevator battle.

The expressions of these people were full of anticipation. They watched the elevator door open a little bit, and then saw the even more hellish scene inside.

"I'm sorry, I let you have wrong expectations."

Looking at the eyes of these people, transitioning from shining to gray and dilapidated little by little, Romon couldn't bear to watch them mentally collapse like this, so he decided to do his best and let them physically collapse directly.

There is no way, who told Romon to be a good-hearted person who would not see people suffer.

After simply disposing of these worthless extras, Luo Meng has to go to the central conference room to play the last rivalry scene with his brother Zai Zhong.

To be honest, Luo Meng was really grateful to this Brother Zaizhong, just as grateful to Dan Taylor who sent his father away.

Luo Meng originally thought that Li Zaizhong would not live long after being shot, but in the end, the old man was stunned, enduring the severe pain of the wound, and lived until the last scene, just to bring the final chapter of the movie. good performance.

For this kind of dedicated group performer, of course, Luo Meng wanted to treat him well.

With a snap of his fingers, two cans of beer rolled out of a corpse's pocket. Romon leaned over to pick them up, then walked to the open door of the central meeting room with a smile, and knocked politely:

"Brother Zaizhong, can I come in?"

Hearing Luo Meng's voice, Li Zaizhong's eyes that were close to being completely closed suddenly became brighter. He didn't think that Luo Meng was here to save him, but before he died, he could chat with Luo Meng to solve the doubts in his heart , Li Zaizhong died in peace.

Raising his head with difficulty, Li Zaizhong smiled and cursed 'Ah Xiba' while beckoning to Luo Meng.

"Brother Zaizhong, do you want some wine?" Luo Meng raised the beer in his hand.

"What are you talking about, boy, why don't you open it for me, look at me now, can I still open a beer can?"

Li Zaizhong said, raised his hand to catch the beer can that Romon handed over, and then took a big gulp of it in his mouth. After drinking it happily, he looked at the blood-stained beer can and asked, "Where did you get this thing?" of?"

"I don't know which little bastard can bring it. I don't think he has a chance to drink it, so I will share it with Brother Zaizhong."

"Xiba, you still bring alcohol in the meeting. The discipline of this church really sucks."

Li Zaizhong scolded, and looked at Luo Meng who was sitting on the conference table: "Boy, tell me, what is your identity? An undercover agent from the United States? Or from South Korea? Or did you pop out from somewhere?"

"It's from the FBI?"

Romon turned the beer can in his hand: "It doesn't seem to be too much, after all, I'm really terrible as an undercover agent."

"You kid is still bad?"

Li Zaizhong scolded with a smile: "I didn't understand your true identity until her mother was shot and lying here, reminiscing about the little things since meeting you."

"Be serious, boy, you are a little bit sorry for me, because I trust you so much, but you don't show any feelings at all, and you are so cruel to me!"

Hearing Li Zaizhong's complaint, Luo Meng raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "Those believers also trusted you, what happened?"

"Xiba! You bastard still represents justice, right... OK!"

Li Zaizhong nodded, and took another sip of wine, feeling his increasingly dizzy head, Li Zaizhong said with emotion: "Boy, when I was young, I also fucking wanted to be a partner of justice, but when I came into contact with that After the damn money and power, I changed, and I think those things are more worth pursuing."

"So I'm curious, boy, the salary the FBI pays you is only five to sixty thousand dollars a year. With such a small amount of money, how can you stick to it?"

"With your scheming and ability, it is possible for you to sit in the seat behind you."

Li Zaizhong said, pointing to Shi Dongchu's chairman's seat behind Luo Meng: "What? You have never been interested in that position at all?"

"Of course I was moved."

It seems to be explaining to the audience why I have deviated from the plot, and it seems to be confessing to my reason why I did not pursue the original work to perfectly reproduce the plot of the "New World" movie.

Romon looked up at the French windows, the light rain gradually stopped, and said slowly: "I can't do things against my conscience, even if I do it as an undercover agent, I can't do it."

"I gave up this position because I made a bet with Kim Sang-cheol. You asked me to bet against him, who can negotiate the construction of a casino in the reserved area, but my friend doesn't want a casino in his hometown."

"From that moment on, I realized that I couldn't do anything to harm innocent people for the sake of the so-called 'task'. Even if there was no casino contract, I would face the church's disgusting behavior of deceiving believers to Korea and selling drugs in the future. thing."

"I can't even watch these dirty things, let alone become an accomplice to these things, so I can only choose to expel the church directly."

As Romon said, he jumped off the conference table and walked slowly to the floor-to-ceiling windows. Looking at the sunlight gradually revealing from the sky outside the window, he defined himself:

"Perhaps, with my personality, it's impossible for me to be an undercover agent, even if it's acting, I can't do it."

"I can't do a single thing that is unworthy of my conscience, and I never will!"

While Romon was speaking, the sun in the sky completely emerged from the dark clouds, and swayed her brilliance to the earth.

But this warm light, Lee Jae Joong will never be able to see it.

His head bowed down at some point.

Perhaps, from the first time he touched those banknotes full of temptation and stained with the blood of innocent people, his eyes could no longer see the sun.

But Romon can.

Enjoying the warmth and softness of the sun after the rain, the first thing Romon thought of was Officer Tifa.

Taking out his mobile phone and calling Tifa, Romon got straight to the point: "Officer Tifa, Shengyi taught me to handle it."

"Yeah, the whole of Tulsa can see that the Holy One Church building is on fire!" Tifa's voice was full of exhaustion, and at first glance, he had a premonition of his overtime hell.

"I'm going to die."

"what?"

"I mean, the identity of Park In-yong can die."

Luo Meng explained: "I set the Holy One Church on fire this time, and the FBI will definitely not be able to explain it no matter what, so I decided to sacrifice myself in this fire."

"Of course, if I want to go to the FBI again in the future, I can just change my identity."

Romon said these things easily, things that are completely unimaginable for ordinary people, and he continued to exhort: "But having said that, although I burned the building of the Holy One Church, there are still many young people of the Holy One Church still outside."

"When it's over, I'll send you the list of the Holy One Sect. This will not only help you get some credit, but also make my death worthwhile."

Tifa listened quietly to Romon's arrangement, and didn't raise a single objection. After all, no one in this world knew Romon better than Tifa. She knew that no matter what this man said, he could do what he said.

"OK, Chief Romon, Agent Tifa will follow your orders."

Tifa replied with a smile, and then asked a little strangely: "By the way, Romon, how many days have you been in Tulsa?"

"Four or five days? Five or six days? Anyway, it must be less than a week. What's wrong?"

"I just want to say that you are as fast as ever in physically erasing criminal organizations."

"Quick?"

"For normal people, it's almost alarming."

While Romon and Tifa were talking, a passenger plane arrived at Tulsa Airport.

It was Cui Zicheng's CIA boss who came down from above.

This old CIA brother went to New York for some errands a few days ago. He just returned to Tulsa today, and then he was very happy to hear that the building of the Holy One Church was burned down.

"What? It hasn't been three days since I left, why is the Holy One Church gone?"

"What about my fucking list?"

Chapter 076 [Let the Bullets Fly]: Randomly Pick a Lucky Huang Silang to Appear

Throw~~Drop~~Drop~~~

Fire trucks with flashing red and blue lights galloped down the streets of Tulsa.

Lucas, a senior CIA intelligence officer, called a taxi and followed without any hesitation.

He had to go to the office building of the Holy One Church to see it in person. Only when he saw the scene with his own eyes, would he accept the reality of this shit:

Why didn't we see each other for three days, so a big sect disappeared.

Even if God sent down the punishment of heaven and the plague war was staged at the same time, the Holy One Sect would not disappear in three days!

Cursing the impermanence of the world in his heart, after Lucas got into the taxi, he didn't have time to keep it secret, so he immediately called Cui Zicheng, his undercover agent in Shengyijiao.

Unfortunately.

There was no blind tone on this call.

As soon as the call was made, it was the electronically synthesized female voice that all Americans are familiar with—【Sorry, the number you dialed has been turned off, please try again later...】

"Fuck!"

Listening to the cold synthetic electronic voice on the phone, Lucas instantly understood—his undercover agent was sacrificed.

"Damn it, what the hell happened in this shit Holy One Church!"

Lucas was complaining, and the driver brother on the side looked at the desperate and angry expression on his face, and kindly comforted him: "My friend, the world is impermanent, and the Holy One Church building burst into flames, which no one could think of. "

"Hey~ The Holy One Church has been plagued by disasters recently. The president of the church, Shi, just had a car accident a few days ago. It hasn't been safe for two days, and the church building caught fire again."

"I don't know how many people will die in front of this disaster, may the Lord bless them~~"

Although the Holy One Church has done a lot of disgusting things in Tulsa, those things are all operated in the shadows. On the bright side, the reputation of the Holy One Church in Tulsa is not bad, including this opening Brother, the taxi driver, kindly prayed for the Holy One Church.

It's the driver brother who asked the Lord of Christianity to bless the Holy One Church. He doesn't know what God will think if there is a God.

The comforting words of the driver's eldest brother did not solve the restlessness in Lucas' heart.

At this moment, Lao Lu could only tightly hold the iPhone in his hand, watching the back of the fire truck galloping ahead, imitating the style of the big brother driver, and began to pray in his heart.