I cut reality into a movie

The coffee-colored eyes of Colombians are gradually stained with a layer of bloodthirsty brilliance. The bison put the gear on, stepped on the accelerator, and began to follow Romon's big run.

Even without using the virtual camera to search for the target, Romon, who is also a dump truck expert, immediately confirmed that the dump truck following behind was up to no good.

"Okay, it just so happens that I lack some material for my municipal speech today, so you can help me make up for it."

Through the rearview mirror, looking at the approaching garbage truck, Romon began to increase the accelerator to keep a distance from the garbage truck, because he wanted to make his car accident happen near the park where the municipal speech was held, so that he could be The reporter captured it.

"Damn it, did the bastard find something?"

Seeing the Mercedes-Benz car gradually speeding up, Bison frowned slightly, picked up his mobile phone, and dialed the number of the ghost in the traffic team: "No. 17 Street, north-south direction, turn the light to red for me."

With the order of Bison, the inner ghost who had been waiting in the traffic police control room for a long time, while his colleagues were not paying attention, turned the street lights at the intersection of No. 17 street to long red.

Traffic slowed down.

Romon, who was sitting in the Mercedes-Benz, immediately smelled something wrong: "Oh, even the traffic lights can be controlled. It seems that the Cuellar Group does have two brushes in Sommerla City."

"But the signal lights that humans can control, God can control even more. It's time to give you a little shock from the gods."

With a snap of his fingers, the signal light at No. 17 street turns directly to evergreen. Romon's speed remains unchanged, and he passes through No. 17 street safely.

"Didn't you hear my order? Why isn't the signal light at No. 17 street red?" Called the inner ghost again, and Buffalo cursed.

Facing the drug dealer's anger, the inner ghost was angry and scared, and could only say aggrieved like a little daughter-in-law: "I changed it, but for some reason, the signal light changed back by itself."

"I don't want to listen to your reasons. I will give you one last chance. At the entrance of Hall Street, I want to turn on the red light! If the light doesn't turn red this time, I will hang you on Hall Street!"

Threatening to hang up the phone, Bison continued to increase the throttle, thinking that as soon as Romon slowed down, he would bang and send the little mayor to heaven.

It's just that the delusion in my heart is often far from the reality. Bison ordered the red Hall Street intersection to become even worse this time, even the red light disappeared for a second, and let Romon drive past quickly.

"Good boy, dare to betray Cuellar, right? I will let you know the consequences of betraying us."

Without making a third call, Buffalo just nodded with a smirk, ready to end Romon's life, and then go to end this shameful traitor.

"Why! Why is this broken lamp not red!"

Seeing that no matter what he did, the street lights at Hall Street couldn't turn red. The ghost in the traffic team who was bribed by the drug dealer immediately understood that he was going to die.

Those drug dealers wouldn't reason with him, as long as they were free, he would die.

Under the pressure of death, if the ghost in the traffic team betrays the first time, he can betray the second time; if he can betray the traffic team, he can betray Cuellar.

He opened a website that has gone viral in Sommerla in recent days, allegedly created by hackers who stole anti-drug donations.

As long as you sign up on this website, you will be automatically registered as a Sommera anti-drug fighter and get corresponding weapons and equipment.

As a member of the traffic team, the inner ghost has no shortage of guns. He just wants to go to this website to see how many people dare to stand up against Cuellar.

"Damn it, there are less than 500 people?"

Looking at the pitiful count of people in the center of the website, the ghost in the traffic team cursed, then got up silently, and decided to sneak out of Sommerla City for a while, and come back when the situation is stable.

After all, if the inner ghost has the courage to fight, he is not an inner ghost.

At the same time as the inner ghost was running away, the car chase scene between Romon and the bison also reached its final climax.

When he was less than 50 meters away from the Bolivar statue in the Memorial Park, Romon encountered a very suitable red light at an intersection that was empty of cars.

All of this is too strange, but chasing the red-eyed bison can no longer think so much.

"go to hell!"

Bison stepped on the gas pedal to the bottom, roared and slammed into Romon's Mercedes-Benz.

boom!

The violent collision resounded through the sky and the earth, which stunned all the reporters and guards who had been waiting in the memorial park in advance.

They rushed out of the park in a panic, and after seeing the big black run at the scene of the car accident, they were collectively dumbfounded:

——Mayor, there was a car accident!

"Mayor! Save the mayor!"

"Call an ambulance! Call an ambulance!"

"Where is the camera, where is the camera, quickly bring all the equipment that can shoot to me!"

There are emergency rescuers and urgent headlines.

But don't worry about what these people are anxious about. Anyway, dozens of people huffed and swarmed around the Mercedes-Benz in an instant.

Then, under the joint gaze of dozens of spectators and dozens of long and short shots, the sunroof of the distorted Mercedes-Benz was kicked open, and a man covered in blood climbed out of it.

"It's the mayor! The mayor is fine!"

The crowd was screaming.

But Romon ignored them.

He climbed out of the car tremblingly, and then waved his hands to stop the guards from supporting him. With one foot deep and the other shallow, he walked towards the statue of Bolivar in the Memorial Park little by little with blood stains all over his body.

"What is the mayor doing!?"

"do not know."

"Whatever he does, no matter what he does now, it's big news, hurry up and follow the camera!"

A figure covered in blood walked in front, followed by a group of people in suits and leather shoes.

Sitting in the driver's seat of the garbage truck, Bison watched all this. He wanted to stop it and continue to send Romon to hell, but it was impossible.

The violent impact just now not only smashed Romon's Mercedes-Benz car, but also the garbage truck driven by Bison was not much better.

The glass that shattered during the impact just cut through his carotid artery, and as the blood continued to spurt out, the buffalo could feel his consciousness drifting away a little bit.

But before he completely fell asleep, he saw Romon limping up to the podium, turning his back to the statue of Bolivar, and said with the microphone in front of him:

"Behind me is Simon Bolivar, the hero of Latin America who liberated Latin America from the Spanish colonialists."

"I'm definitely not as great as him, but at least I will liberate the city of Sommerla from the hands of drug dealers!"

"As long as I'm still breathing, I'll say it and do it!"

Chapter 085 Secretary Farcourt, Your Butt Is Hanging On The Street Lamp

Only under the pouring of blood, the flower of change will fully bloom.

During the campaign, Romon said he wanted to stop drugs.

After taking office, he still said that he wanted to ban drugs.

But these verbal oaths cannot really enter the hearts of the citizens of Sommerla.

Under the long-term election system, these Sommera citizens have seen too many mayors who can only verbally speak beautiful words in the mayoral elections.

So for Romon, a young man who shouted anti-drugs, they were more just venting their anger when they voted, and they didn't really believe that Romon had the courage to fight drug dealers head-on.

But today.

Everything is different.

Watching the news program, Romon was covered in blood, stood in front of the statue of the anti-colonial hero Bolivar, and once again shouted his oath to fight the drug dealers to the end.

The citizens of Somerra know that the mayor is serious. He has the courage and determination to fight the drug dealers to the death.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!

The beating heart was like a drum beating crazily. In his decades of life, the driver, Uncle Robert, had never been so excited for a moment as he is now.

He clenched his phone tightly, his pupils dilated to the limit, panting heavily, and made up his mind to his old friends:

"Jefferson, I've decided. I'm going to sign up on that anti-drug website and become a real anti-drug fighter with a gun."

In fact, as early as a few days ago, when the anti-drug website was first launched, Uncle Robert wanted to fill in his name on it, but was persuaded by his old friend.

After all, the mouth of a politician is a deceiving ghost.

Before seeing Romon take some practical actions, Jefferson must not allow his old friend to be brainless cannon fodder for politicians.

But today, looking at Romon's bloody speech, Jefferson understood that the mayor was serious about drug control, and he had the courage to stop it.

Taking a deep breath, Jefferson let out a long breath, nodded to Robert and said, "Add me to the registration, I am also a citizen of Sommerla, and I have an obligation to fight for this city!"

Looking at the website, more and more warriors signed up to participate in the anti-drug war, Yuffie, who was accompanying Romon at home, cried out excitedly:

"It's coming! It's coming! It's really coming! Uncle, the citizens of Sommerla have really come to sign up for the anti-drug war!"

Holding the ipad, Yuffie showed the rapidly rising number of applicants on it to Romon to watch, which made Ms. Emma on the side annoyed:

"Yuffie! Didn't you see that your cousin is seriously injured and needs to be recuperated quietly? What do you look like when you are so noisy!"

"It's okay, sister." Romon waved his hand, interrupting Emma's reprimand to Yuffie: "I heard good news, and it will also help the wound recover."

"You, just get used to her."

The relationship between people is sometimes so subtle and magical.

A few days before she identified Romon as her distant cousin, Emma was still worried that there would be problems getting along with Romon and Yuffie.

But within a few days, she was surprised to find that the relationship between Luo Meng, the fake cousin, and Yuffie was even better than her blood-related aunt.

She felt that she doted on Yuffie enough, but in the end, this fake cousin went too far, almost responding to Yuffie's request, and while doting on Yuffie, he also instilled some great but dangerous ideas in Yuffie.

It can be said that under the watering of Romon, the current Yuffie is very different from a month ago.

A month ago, she was a little girl.

But today, she is a true female warrior.

"Uncle, what shall we do next?

"Send guns to those citizens who bravely signed up, and lead them to a bloody battle with the Cuellar Group?" Sitting beside Romon's hospital bed, Yuffie cast a questioning look.

"Fire guns, but don't start a war." Romon replied.

"Don't start a war?" Yuffie was puzzled: "Cousin, now is the time when the citizens of Sommera are most willing to fight. If we don't start a war now, what will happen if the morale drops in the future?"

"The morale that can drop is all fake morale, and they should be allowed to dissipate."

Smiling and shaking his head, Romon explained: "Yuffie, the strong morale you see now is just the false morale that evaporated from the enthusiasm of the citizens."

"If you don't take the initiative to cool them down and screen out the fighters who are truly qualified to fight, you will find that most of them are not ready to fight after the war starts, and they just follow suit and sign up."

Romon had never been a revolutionary leader, but he understood the frailty of human nature.

In prisons, in gangs, in churches, he has seen too many routs of mobs.

He could directly foresee that if Yuffie led these hot-headed citizens to the front line today, there would be no need for many people to die. Defeated across the board.

Yuffie is a perceptive child. After listening to her cousin's explanation, she immediately understood the seriousness of the matter.

She rubbed the goosebumps that appeared on her arms, nodded with lingering fear, and asked humbly, "Uncle Tang, what do you mean?"

"Give these passionate citizens some time to calm down, and also give the Cuellar Group some time to make moves."

"The failed car accident will not make them give up their revenge on me, and the growing anti-drug lord sentiment among the people will also make Cuellar respond, at least to frighten these jumping citizens."

It may be that he has filmed too many crime movies and contacted too many vicious criminals. Romon is familiar with the thinking of criminals to such a degree that he knows them all.

So much so that his guess about the Cuellar Group's reaction was accurate.

"Tired of living!"

"These unscrupulous people are simply tired of their lives!"

"One by one dare to sign up to participate in the anti-drug war! I think it's better to kill them less!"

After the company's $180 million was stolen by hackers last time, Cuellar smashed the office again. Today, seeing the anti-drug website with soaring registration numbers, he smashed the office again from top to bottom.

"Whoo~~~"

Sitting in an office that resembled the war damage in Syria, Cuellar took a long puff of smoke from his cigar.

It's just that by his side, there is no Manning to persuade him to calm down, and only a group of trembling younger brothers are left, waiting for the boss to vent his anger.

Ok?

Where did Manning go, you ask?

After the car accident plan failed, the military division was imprisoned by Cuellar.

After all, no matter how much Cuellar likes this military adviser, he cannot tolerate him making mistakes again and again. What's more, besides the military adviser, there are so many younger brothers watching. If there is no punishment for making mistakes, then the future team will How to bring it.

Smoking a cigar, Cuellar stared in thought.