I cut reality into a movie

After coming out of the restaurant, Facourt felt that he and Romon were accomplices, so he no longer stressed the difference in official positions, but bumped into Romon's shoulder with his shoulder affectionately:

"How about it? Claude, the feeling of making money is better than confrontation, right? With two emeralds so big, can you make money by fighting and killing them?"

"It's not profitable."

"It's good to know that you can't make money."

Facourt snorted: "Follow me in the future, as long as you listen to me in everything, I guarantee that when you leave office in three years, you can buy a luxury house in New York!"

is it?

Then I also guarantee that when you see hackers stealing money, you will cry ugly.

Seeing the smug smile on Facourt's face, Romon also looked forward to it.

Chapter 083 Mayor, why are you more familiar with my modus operandi than I am?

"So, you gave $180 million to the new mayor?"

"General, I would rather call it a short-term investment than the statement of the offering."

"invest?"

Picking up the cigar tongs and cutting open a brand new cigar, Cuellar handed the cigar to the younger brother beside him to light it, while coldly snorting at Manning: "Doctor, investment is risky, so you are not afraid that this kid will directly put Money taken away?"

"Don't worry, the general, he doesn't dare." Manning was full of confidence.

"Don't dare?" Cuellar curled his lips: "Doctor, this kid even dares to tie up our people, but he doesn't dare to take our money?"

"General, he dares to kidnap people, but he dare not take money."

Manning explained: "The mayor had nothing at the time of the kidnapping, so he dared to do it, but wait until the donations start and a large sum of money enters his pocket."

"This little mayor will go from having nothing to having everything."

"As for people, the more you have, the more you will be afraid. Don't look at this little mayor who dares to do anything now, but after he truly masters wealth, he will understand the preciousness of life."

Manning was doing the analysis, but Cuellar wasn't interested in the analysis, he just wanted to know the results.

"Doctor, I know that you are very smart, and I know that you are very good at analyzing human nature, but if, I mean, if this little mayor doesn't care about anything and wants to make life difficult for us, what will you do?"

"Then we have to send him out of this world."

Manning has never been a soft-hearted person. He and Romon played these profit transfers, but he didn't want to make things big and provoke the CIA.

But not wanting to cause trouble does not mean that he is afraid of trouble, not to mention that he knows his boss Cuellar.

Knowing that the tolerance of this violent man is very low, if Romon can't quickly adjust his position, then Manning can only kill him.

Otherwise, in the end, if Cuellar is pissed off, Manning himself will have nothing to eat.

"Doctor, in fact, what I want to hear most is this sentence."

Patting Manning on the shoulder, Cuellar took the lit cigar, took a sip in his mouth and said:

"By the way, doctor, have you figured out where that guy Shanying has gone? I called the police chief today, and the police said they didn't make any arrests at all."

"It was the Agudelo family who did it. They should have a small private armed force."

At the dinner, although Romon did not get direct confirmation, the two chatted for a long time, and Manning roughly guessed that the Agudelo family had a private armed force.

However, the scale of this armed force is destined not to be too large, because the Cuellar Group has been paying attention to the Agudelo family for many years. If they want to make a bigger movement, they will have been discovered long ago.

No matter how small the weapon is, it is also armed.

It symbolizes rebellion, it symbolizes hostility.

So, listening to Emma's small actions over the years, Cuellar's expression became grim:

"Damn it, it seems that I was still soft-hearted back then. I didn't send that bitch Emma to hell with her father, and let her secretly form an army to resist me."

"check!"

Cuellar gritted his teeth and ordered: "Give me a hard check!"

"Find out all the damned rats, and I want them to understand what happens when a group of rats dare to resist the cat."

Manning had no objection to Cuellar's order to wipe out Agudelo's private army.

After all, the impact of purging private troops and assassinating the mayor is completely different.

The mayor is a person who lives on the stage and under the spotlight. If he has a problem, it will become a big event and attract countless attentions.

But the private army can't appear on the stage. These killers who live in the shadows, even if they die, will not attract anyone's attention, so kill them.

What's more, if the private army behind the new mayor can be removed, Manning will be more confident and play the new mayor with applause.

the other side.

Agudelo Forest Farm.

Luo Meng looked at the mobile phone video, about a dozen drug dealers kneeling in the middle of the open space in the forest, and asked Yuffie who was holding up the phone: "Yufei, what do you think about these drug dealers?"

"A tooth for a tooth, blood for blood."

Yuffie gritted her teeth and said what was in her heart, but quickly became discouraged: "Cousin, although I really want to shoot them all, but my rationality tells me that procedural justice is very important, and they need to accept Judiciary."

"Yufi, the premise of procedural justice is that the procedure itself is correct, but do you think the current Colombian law is normal for drug dealers?"

Luo Meng asked: "A country is so rotten that the mayor can be shot by drug dealers in the street, but the law is so 'advanced' that the death penalty is abolished. Do you think such a procedure is just and necessary to implement it?"

"What's more, heavy codes are used in troubled times. Instead of talking about Colombia, let's talk about the city of Sommerla. What kind of procedural justice does it need now? No, what it needs most now is fighting spirit, the fighting spirit to dare to resist drug dealers!"

"The fighting spirit is often forged by blood."

Romon, of course, supports the law.

However, the premise for him to support the law is that the law is useful, and the law of Sommerla City is obviously useless.

Since it is useless, there is no need to follow it.

Otherwise it won't change, the good guy deserves to be pointed at the gun, and the bad guy can get away with it.

"Uncle, shall I kill them?"

Listening to the faith instilled in her by her cousin, Yuffie's eyes hardened, and she kept admonishing herself in her heart: Do it!Go for it!Uncle will support you!

"Kill, but not now."

Through the mobile phone, Romon told the guerrillas good news: "I have reached an agreement with the Cuellar Group. If there is no accident, I will get a donation of several million dollars within a few days. After that, I will Exchange this money for arms, use it to replace the equipment of the guerrillas, and distribute the excess equipment to the people of Sommera who are willing to resist."

"Uncle Tang, are you going to shoot the people?" Yuffie was obviously taken aback when he heard that Romon was going to shoot the people.

"What's the matter, Yuffie? Are you afraid of people holding guns?" Romon asked with a smile.

"I'm not afraid of them taking guns, I'm afraid of their danger." Yuffie said: "After all, even if ordinary people have guns, they can't beat drug dealers."

"Yuffie, have you forgotten, you just told me before: even if one of the [-] Sommera residents stomps on drug dealers, it would be enough to wipe out the Cuellar Group."

"They are so powerful without weapons, shouldn't they be even stronger with weapons now?"

Hearing Uncle Tang's words, Yuffie quickly explained: "Uncle Tang, but mine was just a metaphor, and I didn't really expect the residents of Sommerla to fight desperately with drug dealers."

"Yuffie, are you Jesus?" Romon interrupted.

"Huh? Uncle, what are you talking about? What Jesus?"

"Yuffie, if you're not Jesus, not the savior, why do you think you can lead this guerrilla group of dozens of people to defeat the Cuellar group whose numbers are far greater than yours?"

Because we have cousin you!

Yuffie subconsciously wanted to shout this sentence, but the words got stuck when they reached her mouth.

It was only then that Yuffie realized how much she depended on Romon. In her heart, she subconsciously regarded Tang Shu as a universal wish-making machine.

"Yuffie, always remember that the savior in this world who can save Sommerla is neither you nor me, but the [-] residents of Sommerla."

"Their existence constitutes the city of Sommerla, and they are the only ones who can save the city of Sommerla, and it must be them."

After Luo Meng finished speaking, no matter how much his cheap niece could understand, he just left the last sentence, "Shan Ying and the drug dealers will fight before they kill", and hung up the phone voluntarily.

After all, Romon has never really made a revolution, and he can't answer many specific questions. He can only give Youfei some inspiration. As for where this girl can go in the end, it depends on her own understanding.

After taking care of his cheap niece, Romon was free again.

He doesn't understand the job of the mayor at all. He can only get rid of the Cuellar Group as soon as possible, and then sacrifice himself in the anti-drug war, so that the citizens of Sommerla can choose another suitable mayor.

Some mayors have already decided to sacrifice.

But some secretaries still want to make money.

Facourt has been in a state of excitement ever since he used his ingenuity to ease the conflict between the mayor and the drug dealers and let the two parties reach a consensus on making a fortune.

It has been three days in a row, and he only sleeps less than five hours a day, and puts all his energy into conceiving a fundraising speech.

He had to design an exciting fundraising speech to make this money-making plan a complete success. After all, he was already old, and it was time for him to make a big fortune, and then enter the state of retirement and enjoyment.

The hair kept falling out, the coffee kept drinking, and finally when Facourt took his perfect speech and found Romon in the office, Romon almost couldn't recognize the chief secretary.

"Secretary Facourt, are you sick?"

Taking the initiative to help, Romon helped Facourt, who was teetering, to the sofa in the conference room.

"Mr. Mayor, I'm not sick, I'm just lucky."

Physically exhausted, but mentally excited, Facourt handed over the well-conceived speech to Romon like offering a treasure.

"Is this a speech from a fundraiser?"

Looking at the speech script, even the tone, demeanor, and even gestures that he should have in his speech are perfectly marked, and Romon has to admire Farcourt's professionalism.

It is his professional attitude, and it would be even better if it can be put on the governance of the country.

"Yes, this is the fundraising speech I prepared for you." Facault nodded: "My lord mayor, do you think there is anything else you need to correct?"

"A little."

Romon raised his right index finger and made a joke: "There is only one thing that needs to be corrected on this manuscript. When will Dr. Manning's money arrive? I can't wait to read this manuscript in public!"

It's all a coincidence that God arranged it.

The moment Romon finished speaking, Facourt's cell phone rang.

It was Manning calling, saying the money was ready and asking when the fundraiser would start.

"It's set at eleven noon tomorrow." Romon said, setting the time.

"Mayor, shall we broadcast the fundraising meeting live?"

"No, recording and broadcasting."

Luo Meng shook his head. "This fundraising speech is the first time I have given a large-scale speech. In order to prevent slips of the tongue, I think it is better for the citizens to watch the recording. After all, there is no room for mistakes in this fundraising speech."

The speech on the spot was to ask the big dogs to pay, and the speech in the video was to ask the citizens of Sommerla to donate money.

Luo Meng didn't intend to let ordinary people pay, so he would directly hack the donation account after the on-site donation was over, and then completely shut down the donation channel in order to track down the hacker.

"It's better that the mayor is considerate, and he will do as you say."

Unaware that he was being tricked by Romon, Facourt's fantasies about getting donations into his pocket continued until the donation meeting began.

In the living room on the first floor of the mayor's mansion, every big dog's face was bitter.

They never expected that the new mayor was worse than the previous mayor. At least one month after the previous mayor took office, he asked for money up.

And the reason for asking for money has not been refused.

Just ask you, do you pay for the anti-drug donation?

If you don't give it, you are an associate of the drug dealer.

You can imagine the face of the new mayor who framed him, and a big dog said ruthlessly:

"I bet that this donation plan must be the idea of ​​that bastard Facourt, it's too bad!"

"Although Facourt is a loser, the new mayor is not a good guy. Fortunately, I naively believed in his pretentious attitude on the day he took office. It turns out that he is the same bastard in private!"

"Okay, okay, everyone, this is not the first time you have faced the mayor. Over the years, it is normal for any mayor to take office without receiving a gift."

"On the contrary, today I am very curious, how much Dr. Manning will donate to the new mayor who accepts gifts on the grounds of anti-drugs."

The eyes of all the big dogs were on Manning, all looking forward to how much the representative of the 'drug dealer' would donate to the 'anti-drug cause'.

In the eyes of everyone's anticipation, the anti-drug fundraising officially started.

On the podium, Romon tearfully complained about the tyranny and cruelty of the drug dealers.