I cut reality into a movie

"No."

Lucas shook his head regretfully: "After I learned about the situation of the Holy One Church, I immediately inquired about the survivors, but unfortunately, no one came out of that building."

"No one came out?"

Sequence Five narrowed his eyes slightly: "Go and help me get all the photos of the dead bodies of the victims, I want to see it with my own eyes."

"Will this help in finding Manning?"

"Mr. Lucas, I believe you will meet my request, won't you?"

Sequence Five smiled, but to Lucas, her smile might as well not be smiling, it was completely creepy.

"I'll take care of it, Doctor."

Sequence Five saw the photo she wanted in the early morning of the next day.

Through the comparison of bone points, Sequence Five can be sure that there is no Mr. Fox she is looking for.

"Hmph, I knew, you cunning Mr. Fox would not die so easily."

After confirming that Romon didn't die in the fire, Sequence Five heaved a sigh of relief. She didn't want her hunting game to be interrupted by an accident inexplicably.

However, it is confirmed that Romon is alive, and Sequence Five has no time to find someone in Tulsa. The company has sent her the latest order, asking her to go to Columbia immediately to track down Manning's whereabouts.

"Sure enough, my dear company is such a nuisance most of the time."

Pouted slightly, Sequence Five also went to Colombia on the second day after Romon's departure.

Get out of the plane.

Romon, who was wearing a white suit, a white top hat, and white leather shoes, almost changed the sunglasses on his face to white ones.

After all, white matches better with bright sunshine near the equator.

What?Don't you say it's not hot?

First of all, Somerra is a city in the mountains. Secondly, Colombia is really not hot. The temperature in summer is only in the early [-]s, and it is now late autumn.

With the bright sun, moderate temperature, warm air, and luxuriant palm trees on both sides of the street, Sommerla City is far from prosperous, but it has a special sense of ease of living.

But climate livability does not mean social livability.

Standing on the streets of Sommerla, Romon could clearly feel the lingering gloom on the brows of the residents here.

Ask, after arriving in a new city, how to quickly understand the local customs.

Answer, if the language is not limited, you can find an older taxi driver, and you can learn about the local area in less than half an hour.

Luckily, Romon belongs to the kind of person whose language is not limited. After giving a thumbs up on the street and stopping a taxi driven by a middle-aged uncle, Romon got into the car and fucked the native Sommera Accented Spanish asks up:

"Sir, I think this Sommerla has changed a bit. I remember when I was a child, it wasn't like this here."

"You turned out to be a local?"

Seeing that Romon had an Asian face but spoke Sommera's local dialect, the uncle driving the taxi almost dropped his jaw in shock.

Originally, the driver brother was still struggling, how to communicate with a foreigner after finally meeting a foreigner in this remote and small city.

As a result, when the young man in the car opened his mouth, his accent of the old Sommerer was still pure.

"I'm of mixed race." Romon simply explained: "I was born in Sommerla and spent my childhood here, but after junior high school, I went abroad."

When the driver heard that Romon was returning home from a wanderer, his enthusiasm immediately increased several levels: "Little guy, you really shouldn't have come back. The current Sommerla is no longer the same Sommerla as before."

"What happened here?"

"It's not those..."

When the driver said this, he looked around nervously, but in the end he didn't dare to say the word "drug dealer". He let out a heavy "嗐" and sighed: "Somerla has become Colombia, Colombia in the news."

"I saw the news." Romon nodded

"That guy is a good person. Although he is a rich man, he is a good person. Her daughter is also good and very strong. Even if she loses all her relatives, she is still alive and strong."

He didn't even dare to say the name of the old mayor who was killed. The uncle driver just kept lamenting the sad experience of the old mayor.

As for Romon, he just quietly listened to the uncle driver's emotion, savoring the attitude of ordinary people in Sommerla towards drug dealers.

Yes, this attitude really needs to be read carefully, because in Colombia, not all people hate drug dealers.

On the contrary, quite a few ordinary Colombians regard drug lords as role models, and they envy these drug lords for their beautiful cars and BMWs, as well as their picturesque beauty.

Romon certainly didn't agree with this idea, but he understood it.

Because there are too many people in Colombia who have only seen the road of drug trafficking. They have never seen other roads, so naturally they will not take other roads.

Fortunately, the people of Sommerla have seen what a normal economy looks like. There are rich forestry resources and emerald veins here, and the people here have also experienced a relatively rich and normal life.

Their normal lives were broken by drugs, so Agudelo was able to come to power three years ago with a clear banner of anti-drugs.

Then the poor mayor felt what magic reality is.

Looking at the sadness and fear on the face of the driver uncle, Romon knew that there was an anti-drug soil here, so he was really relieved that he could use the banner of anti-drugs to take the stage.

"I want to visit Agudelo's mansion, uncle, do you know where his home is?" Romon asked.

"Of course." The driver nodded: "But after you go, you can take a look at it from a distance in the car. The security there is very strict. In order to prevent some people from retaliation, those fierce bodyguards really dare to shoot."

Colombia, like the United States, cannot ban guns. Although due to industrial capacity problems, it is impossible to have guns everywhere like the United States, but as a local tyrant, Agudelo's bodyguards can still easily carry live ammunition.

Sitting in a taxi, Romon passed by a spacious mansion. This mansion was completely surrounded by a four-meter-high wall hung with razor wire. The only iron gate connected to the outside stood two bodyguards holding M16s. .

Well, it is true that the security work is very strict.

But no matter how high the wall is, it can't stop my camera.

Stretching his hand out of the car window and snapping his fingers, Romon summoned two stealth drones and flew towards Agudelo's house.

"Uncle, do you know any good houses for rent? I want to rent one."

Romon doesn't like staying in hotels, because hotels are mixed with fish and dragons, easy to be targeted and noisy, he prefers to rent a house directly, or buy a house to live in.

Anyway, for Romon, money is just a number, and he will use these numbers as much as possible to make himself comfortable.

Under the enthusiastic introduction of the driver's uncle, Romon chose a good apartment.

Paying the room fee in Colombian pesos, Romon has an official foothold in Somola, or a monitoring point.

The two drones hanging over Agudelo's mansion have been closely monitoring every move inside.

Romon just stayed in the apartment for two days, and after confirming the trajectory of Ms. Emma's activities, Romon decided to meet this Miss Agudelo tonight.

Moon and night.

Romon directly climbed over the four-meter-high wall with his bare hands, and after entering the house, relying on the perspective function of the virtual camera, he walked quietly all the way to Emma's apartment.

At this moment, Ms. Emma, ​​whom he was going to meet, was working at her desk in the study. Hearing the sound of footsteps outside the study, she thought it was the nanny coming, and said directly:

"Get me a cup of coffee."

Huh, that's a lot to ask for.

Romon nodded, and walked to the coffee machine to make a cup of coffee, sugar cubes and milk, and then came to Emma, ​​who was working at the desk, with the tray, and put the tray on the desk:

"Your coffee, Ms. Emma."

"I don't know much about your coffee habits, so you can mix the sugar and milk yourself."

Chapter 078 This and this, can you stand up and become the mayor!

Emma Agudelo.

Romon was standing behind her on the left side, and he could see her shoulder-length long coffee-colored hair permed into waves, and he could even see her completely stiff shoulders under the long hair.

Like a plaster sculpture, Ms. Emma did not dare to move when she heard the strange male voice suddenly appearing behind her, and even her breathing stopped in fear.

This absolute silence lasted for nearly ten seconds before Emma couldn't hold back her breath, and with trembling lips, asked the name of the nightmare in her heart:

"Cuellar sent you?"

"No, I'm here for him."

Walking around from Emma's left back to the desk, Romon officially came face to face with this woman.

Objectively speaking, this is not a beautiful face, but it can give people a sense of appreciation. The years have left traces of age on it, and at the same time, it has also left age experience.

It allowed this lady to maintain her rationality at the bottom line despite the extreme fear, she didn't lose control and yelled, and she even had the aftertaste to look at Romon.

Looking at the face of Romon's Asian, the fear in Emma's heart was gradually suppressed by doubts. She didn't think it was necessary for Cuellar to send an Asian killer to kill herself. She asked curiously:

"Sir, if you didn't come to kill me, can you give me a chance to know you?"

"Of course, Ms. Emma."

Pulling up a European-style soft chair, Romon sat opposite Emma and introduced himself through the desk: "Your humble Romon, a wanderer without a country, took the liberty of visiting Ms. Emma today, just to chat with you about Kui. Liar thing."

"Are you Chinese?"

Because of business reasons, Emma has several Chinese clients, so from the pronunciation of her name, she can tell that Romon is a Chinese.

"According to your understanding, let it be."

It was impossible for Romon to say that he came from another world, let alone where he came from. Ms. Emma didn't care that much. She just asked a casual question, and Emma brought the topic back to Cuellar:

"Mr. Luo, let's talk about Cuellar. What is your relationship with him? Why did you find me?"

"I'm going to kill him." Romon cut to the chase: "But in the process of doing it, I need some help from you, Ms. Emma."

When Romon said that he was going to kill Cuellar, Emma's brown pupils trembled for a moment. She pursed her lips and said hoarsely, "Why?"

Foolishly asked Romon why.

Because Romon can quietly appear beside her Emma, ​​he has already proved his strength.

But strength belongs to strength, and motivation belongs to motivation. Emma wants to know why Romon killed Cuellar.

"Do you need a reason to kill a drug dealer?"

Romon shrugged and opened his hands, showing the calluses and scars on them (use systematic makeup, otherwise the hands will be too clean, and there will be no feeling of going to war).

"I'm not a good person in the conventional sense." Romon said: "From the first time I killed someone to today, I'll do a rough calculation, and I have killed hundreds or even thousands of people."

"There were traffickers, drug dealers, genocides, and even beast fathers who raped their daughters. I ended all of them with my own hands, not for any reason, just because I wanted to."

When Romon said this, he flipped his wrist violently, and took out a half-length photo of Cuellar. He held it on his fingertips and said, "I saw this man in the newspaper, a drug dealer lurking in Sommerla City. I happened to Saw him, so I came to Sommerra."

The reason given by Romon for the murder is not even considered as coping with the matter.

Because you have dealt with it, you have to at least give an excuse that is in line with the logic of normal people, but the reason given by Romon, even if you use a high EQ statement, you have to say something magical.

As for those with low EQ, they are simply sick.

However, Romon's crazy statement has gained Emma's trust to a certain extent. After all, Romon's ability to appear in his home without anyone noticing already shows how amazing this person is.

Amazing people, a little magical idea, but it is logical.

"Mr. Luo, what do you need me to help you with? Do you want money? Or a gun? Or..." Emma paused at this point, then narrowed her eyes, staring at Luo Meng's pupils and said : "Or you need someone from me to help you!"

Ever since her family was wiped out by Cuellar three years ago, Emma has not thought about revenge for a single day.

In order to let her family in heaven rest in peace, Emma secretly trained a guerrilla team of hundreds of people.

For three years, those people have been hiding in the vast forest of the company's forest farm and receiving secret training as lumberjacks. This is the top secret in Emma's heart, and no one except her and her very few confidantes know.

Today, Romon suddenly appeared here to ask her for help. Emma was really worried that her secret would be exposed.

Fortunately, the conditions that Romon wanted to raise had nothing to do with the guerrillas that Emma cared about.

She only saw Romon smile slightly, and said a request that made her inexplicable: "Ms. Emma, ​​I need an identity, the identity of a descendant of the Agudelo family."

"Huh?" Emma was stunned, she didn't understand Romon's brain circuit at all: "Mr. Luo, please explain clearly, what do you mean? What do you mean you need the identity of an heir of the Agudelo family?"

"I want to run for the mayor of Somola, in the name of Agudelo, and then I will continue your father's idea, once again play the banner of drug control, and start a dignified war against drugs with Cuellar."

madman!

This man is pure madness!

Listening to Romon's insane talk that was like a dream, Emma really felt like cursing.

She originally respected Romon's skill, but now after listening to his thoughts, Emma just wanted to contact the mental hospital.

"Mr. Luo."

Emma considered her vocabulary, and said in as gentle a way as possible without irritating Romon: "Mr. Luo, I am very grateful that you have the idea of ​​inheriting my father's last wish, but it is a bit too difficult for you to think about it." .”