I cut reality into a movie

Pray that the fire in the building of the Holy One Church can be controlled, and the former millionaire will burn down the list he has been dreaming about.

After all, the living CIA undercover can be called at any time, but the only list is gone.

According to Murphy's law, the more a person fears something, the more it will happen.

Lucas got out of the taxi and looked at the smoke billowing in front of him, and the burning Holy One Church building, he felt his legs were as sore as if he had been shot by a tranquilizer gun.

He had to hold on to the trash cans on the street to barely stand. Lucas smelled the pungent smoke and dust at the scene, and was thinking about how to deal with his boss when the phone in his pocket rang.

When I picked it up, it was my boss calling.

As for the reason for the sudden call from the boss, of course it was because of the news that the Holy One Church building was on fire.

"Lucas, I don't want to hear bad news."

Although the voice on the other end of the phone was old, it was full of oppressive force, and it sounded like the voice of someone who had been in high position for a long time.

Listening to this slow and deep voice, Lucas could only feel cold sweat slipping from his temples.

He swallowed with difficulty, and said in a hoarse voice: "Sir, I will find Lawrence Manning. Even without the list of the Holy One Church, I can find this man."

"If you find it in one day, you will find it. If you find it in 100 years, you will find it. Lucas, you should understand that even if I have the patience to wait for you to find it slowly, the pharmaceutical companies are not so patient."

"But there are traitors in their company, it's their company's own problem, why should we be so concerned about it." Lucas' tone was a little uncomfortable. As a senior intelligence officer of the CIA, he was still a little bit small. Self respecting.

But soon, his little self-esteem fell in front of money.

"Lucas, have you forgotten how you got that Lincoln Navigator in your garage?"

"Oh~~! Well, sir, I will do my best, and I will do my best to find that damned Manning."

Lucas made promises and wanted to end this stressful phone call quickly.

As if feeling the pressure from his subordinates, Lucas' old leader finally gave some good news: "Lucas, don't be so depressed, I have some good news for you."

"good news?"

"Yes, good news." The old boss announced: "In order to catch Manning as soon as possible, the pharmaceutical company decided to send people to support you."

"Come on, sir. I'm going to arrest people, not to sell drugs. What's the use of me bringing a drug dealer?" Lucas immediately refused when he heard that the pharmaceutical company sent someone to help.

"Don't fucking talk nonsense!"

The old boss scolded: "Pharmaceutical companies are much more efficient than you. They won't send a piece of trash here to deliberately slow down the arrest process."

"And as far as I know, the person sent here is not only the top analog portrait artist in the United States, but also proficient in hacking and torture techniques. If you bring the whole person to hunt down Manning, you will definitely get twice the result with half the effort."

Analog portraitist, hacker, and proficient in torture.

Listening to the old boss's introduction about the supporters, such a figure appeared in Lucas's mind: a middle-aged man with a thin face, short stature, and no ability to defend against the enemy from the front. Live with cunning.

ah~

He didn't know that he had been made into a mouse by his brain.

Ms. Sequence Five, who sneezed inexplicably, was using her left thumb painted black to caress the paper transfer order sent by the company.

"Ah la la~ I didn't expect those bastards in the company to occasionally do things that make me happy."

Just below the company transfer order is the FBI's undercover information in Shengyijiao, which Sequence Five just obtained.

Among them, Sequence Five had no interest in the undercover information about Tifa, but the undercover information named Li Zaizhong was the one that could really make her lips twitch.

Looking at this undercover profile, looking at the profile picture of Li Jae-chung in the upper left corner of the profile, Sequence Five threw away the company transfer order, and then poked his slender fingertips on the photo of Lee Jae-chung:

"Mr. Fox, you really are the most cunning bastard fox in the world."

"I thought that if I got to the FBI, I could at least get a little bit of your fox's tail, but in the end, what I saw was such an inexplicable file of the little gangster of the Holy One Sect."

"That's an independent server of the FBI. Even if I want to get a document out of it, I have to use layers of company relations to manage it. And how do you do it, without anyone noticing it? What about changing your real identity?"

"Ah~ this is really so unbelievable, and so fascinating, I want to peel off the mystery of you bit by bit!"

Muttering, Sequence Five evoked a sly smile of madness and fascination, she leaned over to the desk, rested her face on the file of 'Lee Jae Joong', and kept stroking the photo of 'Lee Jae Joong' with her hands and said:

"Mr. Fox, I don't know if I went to Tulsa this time, you cunning fox, will you stay there and wait for me?"

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"Where will it be..."

"Where is the mysterious list that Cui Zicheng said that the CIA is bound to get..."

Although the fire in the office building of the Holy One Church was getting bigger and bigger, but Romon did not leave in a hurry, but walked calmly in the thick smoke and fire, rummaging through the office of President Shi Dongchu.

"Wait, I really want to forget one thing."

Stopping his search, Romon suddenly remembered that his file in the FBI was still under the name of Lee Jae-joong. If Tifa made a mistake when he made a mission report, Romon would defraud his number one heroine. Bitter.

Quickly snapped his fingers to restore the file to his own, and then Romon returned to the work of rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

Finally, Huang Tian lived up to his painstaking efforts.

After Luo Meng threw out all the sundries in the drawer in the lower right corner of Shi Dong's desk, he saw an exquisitely designed mezzanine.

Open the mezzanine, and inside is a small safe.

A safe with a small size but a very high level of security. After observing the inside of the virtual camera, Romon accidentally discovered that this thing has a self-destruct program. If you enter the wrong password too many times, or the safe is violently dismantled untie.

Then the induction bomb in the interlayer of the safe will activate, blowing up the contents of the safe into a pile of rubbish.

"Ouyou, the design of this safe is okay, but it's a pity that you met me."

Stretching out his finger and flicking the safe twice, Romon said, "I need the password of this safe, just write it on this piece of paper."

Grabbing a document on the ground, the password that Romon needed appeared on the blank page behind the document.

07534816.

Turning the compass following the password, Romon opened the safe.

The most eye-catching thing inside is the unregistered bond that is about ten centimeters thick. Romon briefly looked at the face value on it, and it is almost ten million dollars.

It is indeed a considerable amount of wealth, but to Romon, it has no meaning, because as long as he is willing, he can instantly obtain a huge wealth that is enough to inflate the world with just one thought.

After a brief look, he threw it into the fire spreading behind him, and Romon continued to check other things in the safe.

Bank cards, cash, jewelry, gold, all these related to wealth were thrown behind him. Romon searched for the last, and finally found a list at the bottom of the safe.

It is Shi Dong's list of believers that has been specially recorded.

The people on this list are either rich or expensive. There are several rich locals in Tulsa who Romon knows.

"Okay, now I understand more and more that how much wealth a person can control has no direct relationship with a person's IQ."

"These people on the list are worth several million dollars at least, but this group of big dogs are stupid enough to come here to believe in the Korean cult created by Shi Dongchu."

"It can only be said that there are indeed too many fools in this world and not enough liars."

After quickly browsing through the characters on the list, Romon still didn't quite understand. What is the CIA going to do with this list?

"As for the people on the list, although they are big dogs in the eyes of ordinary people, they should not be a big deal in the eyes of the CIA."

"Could it be for these Koreans on the list?"

Most of the names on the list are native Americans, but at the end of the list, there are still a dozen or so Korean believers.

"But these few Koreans are not enough for the CIA to send spies. Even if we take a step back and say that these Koreans are worthy of the CIA's surveillance, they should send spies directly to South Korea."

Luo Meng was puzzled, and suddenly his eyes narrowed, and he saw a special name.

Gustavo Cuellar.

From Colombia, Boyaca Department, Somola Municipality.

Ritual Supplier.

At the back of the list, there is a series of detailed information such as the Colombian brother's hobbies, phone address and so on.

However, the information written by Shi Dongchu to his successor is of little significance to Romon.

He looked at the Colombian brother, and instantly had an intuition—this is the person, and this is the person the CIA is looking for.

As for the reason.

Romon's eyes fell on the label 'Supplier of Ritual Horse'.

The fierce horse on Shi Dongchu's list is not a zoological horse, but an upgraded version of benzylecgonine, a stimulant drug that smells strongly of horse urine.

In the mouth of addicts, nicknamed Ritual Horse.

This is a new type of drug that has just become popular in the United States and is very popular with American customers for its strong hallucinogenic effects.

"Sure enough, there are always only three things that can interest the CIA in this world: coups, oil, and drugs."

How should I put it, because of the CIA's drug addiction, Romon really guessed the CIA's target person.

It's just that in terms of reasons, Romon's guess was a bit off.

The CIA wanted to find this Colombian drug lord not because of a new type of drug called Limema, but because Manning, who had defected from a pharmaceutical company, was in the hands of this Colombian drug lord.

After confirming the list that the CIA is looking for, Romon's solution is also very simple, just throw the list into the fire, and it will be done once and for all.

As for what to hand over to the American police, I'm sorry, Romon doesn't trust them, and he doesn't have that obligation. He's just a director out of interest.

After solving the curiosity in his heart, Romon snapped his fingers: "From now on, I and all the clothes on me will not be seen by any human beings."

After saying a proverb, Romon entered a state of invisibility.

Then swaggered and left the Holy One Church building in front of the firefighters who were fighting the fire outside the building.

And the moment he left the building, the fire that spread throughout the building quickly began to weaken, and finally the fire brigade put out the fire without much effort.

After all, for Luo Meng, filming belongs to filming, and it is not beautiful to occupy too many public resources.

It is enough to have a meaning for the fire to burn down the building.

Seeing the fire being extinguished quickly, the fire brigade had smiles on their faces, and the people of Tulsa had smiles on their faces, except for the Tulsa police officers who were miserable:

——Especially when they think about the corpses in the building, their expressions are even more bitter.

But this suffering is what they should suffer, for the thousands of Tulsa female believers who were trafficked to Korea.

Ok?

What do you ask Officer Tifa to do?

On Tifa's side, Romon is ready to treat his guests to dinner. He believes that Officer Tifa, who is broad-minded in every aspect, will definitely forgive him.

Humming a little song, Romon casually found a new identity, and after opening a high-end suite in a hotel he had never been to before, he started his film editing journey.

Compared with the original standard-length movies, micro-movies are more troublesome to edit.

The time of micro-movies is short, and if the audience wants to immerse themselves in the movie as much as possible without enough time to pave the way, more delicate editing skills and richer lens language are needed.

It took Romon almost three days to finish editing the microfilm version of "New World".

After all, it was the first time to post a micro movie. Before officially uploading the movie, Luo Meng gave his young audience a vaccination in the feed.

[Dear viewers, grandparents, due to some shooting accidents, such as funding problems, funding problems, and funding problems, this movie can only be presented to you in the form of a micro movie. 】

Before sending out the dynamics, Romon thought of a lot of explanations to let the audience accept the short length of the movie.

In the end, he found that no matter what the reason was, the audience would think it was an excuse, but the audience could not find fault with the excuse of not having money.

After all, his movies are free to watch, and they are all free. Isn't it normal to have no money.

Sure enough, after Romon said that he had shortened the length of the movie due to insufficient funds, none of his cute little audiences scolded him, and all the comments were uniformly expressed, and they were willing to pay to watch.

"Lao Luo, in fact, I wanted to say it before. The difference between the shooting cost and the broadcasting cost of your movie is too big. If you don't pay to watch it, you will not be able to stand it sooner or later."

"It's okay, Lao Luo, you go to solve the copyright issue of the movie, and we will pay you to watch it immediately. Anyway, you are spending money to watch movies. Instead of watching those model defenses in movie theaters, it is better to watch your classic remakes!"

"That's right, Lao Luo, let's talk about copyright, we can pay for it, as long as it is a good work, we can accept paid viewing."

Here, Romon's lovely little viewers are still consoling Romon to do some paid viewing.

But on the other side, after Romon uploaded the microfilm version of "New World", the wind direction in his dynamic comment area changed instantly:

"Fuck! I was fooled! I thought that Lao Luo said that the lack of funds would lead to a decline in the quality of the movie. In the end, Lao Luo just cut the literary and drama, and kept all the most exciting and exciting martial arts."

"Good guy, is this the lack of funds in the New World? Burning buildings, dump trucks, and the melee scenes of hundreds of people. Looking at these, I understand why Lao Luo has insufficient funds."

"Lao Luo, your shot of God of War in the elevator is different from what I thought. You are a real God of War, and it's so cool! The cutting is so fucking exciting!"

With the movie, the topic of Romon's small audience immediately shifted from paid viewing to movie content.

In addition to unanimously affirming the big scene of Romon's "throwing money", the audience at station B who grew up under the red flag also gave a high degree of affirmation to the ending that Romon did not become the leader of the church.