Seeing the speed at which Fang Zhao had moved, then looking at the other officers on the surveillance screens, Eric thought to himself, I don't think they are that slow usually!
Indeed, there is too little training!
At this moment, the officer on the top floor reported to Eric, "The personnel at the bow are ready, but the target has suddenly changed direction and is heading for the side of the ship!"
"Why is he heading for the side of the ship?" Eric was puzzled.
"I remember that there is an SVIP area on the 17th floor with a balcony. There are no surveillance cameras there either," Fang Zhao replied.
Hearing this, Eric understood what Fang Zhao was trying to say.
"The area in front of the 17th floor is indeed the royal suite in the SVIP area. It is custom-made and has a private balcony. Does that fellow want to jump down to the 17th floor from the top floor? "
The entire SVIP area on the 17th floor did not have any surveillance cameras, and there were no police officers there. Most importantly, the people who lived there had rather special statuses and were more concerned about privacy. Normally, they would not even let the police in for a search.
Was the suspect trying to evade the cruise ship's surveillance cameras again and change his disguise?
Fang Zhao's conjecture was very reasonable, and Eric agreed.
"We can't let him go down! Who is closest to that side? "Eric asked.
"The T team members... and Fang Zhao," a team member replied.
At this moment, the suspect, who had already reached the side of the ship, had indeed jumped down decisively without the slightest bit of hesitation. At such a height, in such a place, not just anyone had the guts to do it. It was very obvious that he had long been prepared and had brought tools with him.
It was just that the T team members who had given chase had not been that well-prepared. They did not have tools to flip over the building. Although the top floor was only three floors away from the 17th floor, the slightest carelessness and a fall would be dangerous. Whether it was falling into the sea or another deck, there was a possibility of death, at least according to the statistics of past accidents.
The T team members were a step slower, waiting for the others to grab their equipment before jumping down and flipping over the building. Fang Zhao arrived at the same time as the T team members, but he did not pause for a moment.
The few people in the police duty room watching the situation unfold from the surveillance cameras were shocked once again.
"He is going to..."
"Jump into the sea!"
"Fang Zhao, don't be rash! He dared to jump because he has tools in his hands, but don't think that you can ensure your safety with those toys in your hands! It's not fun to fall into the sea at this time! "Eric said anxiously when he saw Fang Zhao's posture.
However, just as Eric finished his long speech, Fang Zhao had already jumped down.
"Save them!" Eric roared.
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In a custom-made suite on the 17th floor.
The phone in the room kept ringing, as if it would never stop until it reached its goal.
Roman frowned, unwilling to interrupt his train of thought to answer the call.
Then, his personal communicator rang. If it was a close family member or a close friend, the notification tone would definitely be different. Therefore, the caller ID was an unknown number.
Since they didn't know each other, there was no need to bother with them.
Now should be the time for the auction to start. Perhaps someone had found out his contact information through some channels and kept calling him to harass him.
If it was any other time, Roman might have picked up the call, but right now, he was bursting with inspiration, and his thoughts were in an excellent state. It was like a painter being interrupted in the middle of a painting, or a composer being disturbed in the middle of a composition. It was simply a feud!
Annoying!
Roman scratched his head in frustration. His already messy white hair became even worse.
He took large strides over and switched off the phone in the room. His own communicator was also set to silent before he quickly returned to the screen and continued his train of thought.
Because he had been staring at the screen for a long time, Roman's eyes were bloodshot, but his expression was still incomparably focused as he studied every minute expression of the characters on the screen.
He had watched a few audition videos of actors and compared them with some historical video material, but he still felt that something was missing. After thinking it over, he dug out Fang Zhao's videos.
He had been studying Fang Zhao's videos all along, including those of his military service, as well as those of his daily entertainment media reports. Every time he studied, he would have a new harvest.
"This gaze is very good. 30% artistic, 70% hot-blooded. More like it!
"This is also very good. Calm enough, incisive enough, steady enough!"
"A place where the flames of war cross swords is indeed better for tempering people..."
Director Roman's eyes were even more bloodshot. He seemed like a lunatic who had been cursed as he mumbled to himself. His spirit, which should have been exhausted, became increasingly excited. Even the sea breeze blowing in from the window could not calm him down.
As he watched each video and analyzed it in detail, Roman discovered that Fang Zhao was practically the same as the "Fang Zhao" in those historical video material!
Not in terms of appearance, but rather the feeling his gaze gave him.
But strictly speaking, they were actually not exactly the same.
In comparison, the "Fang Zhao" in historical video material had a stronger killing intent, and his imposing manner was even more intimidating. That kind of aura of blood and fire that seemed to be able to break through the screen was not something an actor could easily emit.
The preserved video material was limited. Roman did not know what the true nature of the "Fang Zhao" in real history was like. He could only use these materials to gradually sketch out the image of this historical character in his mind.
After flipping through countless materials, especially the precious video material preserved from the Period of Destruction, Roman already had a vague image of "Fang Zhao" in his mind, but these videos and photos before him once again made the character's settings in Roman's mind even clearer.
When audiences mentioned a certain character, they would directly associate it with the actor that played the character, but actors were the direct transmitters of the director's thoughts.
In the future, when "Founding Era" started filming, the actors and actresses would act in the way that Nova Roman wanted them to act.
Perhaps it would be different from the real person in history, but at least this character would be a version that Nova Roman had created based on historical materials!
And Fang Zhao was indeed a good template, an important reference.
Roman sighed regretfully. "What a pity!"
If Fang Zhao had been an actor with many years of acting experience, Roman would have directly contacted someone for an audition. Unfortunately, it was an outsider.
"But his eyes are still very good, and his temperament is not bad. There is some reference value. When the time comes, I'll just buy the rights to the video."
As he muttered to himself, Roman took a small step forward and got closer to the screen. He looked at the photo of Fang Zhao on the left screen and then at the screenshot of the "Fang Zhao" on the right screen.
"The imposing manner is still a little lacking."
There was no need to insist on the killing intent. The martyr "Fang Zhao" was someone who had been forged in the flames of war for decades and centuries, and the Fang Zhao on the screen was someone who had grown up in the New Era and lived in a peaceful era. Even the most top-notch actors might not be able to portray something like this, so there was no need to set high standards for Fang Zhao.
There were gains and losses.
"It is rare to find such a good template. I have to do more research. When the time comes, I can let the actors watch more of these videos."
Roman enlarged the photo of Fang Zhao.
"It seems like it is still lacking something..."
"Right, too young!"
"I should add some wrinkles and add some scars. The face needs to be slightly adjusted to increase the imposing manner!"
Roman raised his hand toward the screen and prepared to use software to directly age the person in the photo and add some scars to make it more similar to the image he had constructed in his mind. Suddenly, he heard movement on the balcony. He turned his head and saw a figure flipping over the balcony and rushing toward the room.
At this point in time, in this kind of place, a stranger intruding in this way was just short of pasting a "hostile intruder" sign on his body!
Alarm bells were already going off in Roman's brain. However, before he could react, another figure descended from above and flipped over the balcony. At the same time, the shadow of a whip flashed over like a nimble snake.
The suspect who had successfully flipped over the balcony of a suite on the 17th floor was about to get the person in the room to quiet down to prevent him from calling for help or calling the police, but before he could make a move, both his legs were bound. The next moment, he fell to the floor with a thud and was dragged out, his entire body tied up like a dumpling.
This unforeseen event happened in the blink of an eye. The suspect was stunned. He looked at the rope that was tying him up. The cartoon patterns on the rope seemed to be emitting a mocking light.
After struggling for a bit, the suspect who was tied up like a dumpling stopped moving.
Nonsense. The back of his head was facing the muzzle of a gun. Would he dare move?!
Fang Zhao had taken care of this suspect and was about to explain to the tourists in the room to prevent any misunderstandings. When he looked up and saw the situation in the room clearly, he was stunned for two seconds before saying, "The police are handling a case. Please don't panic."
As he spoke, Fang Zhao took out the electronic proof Eric had given him to prove that he was assisting the police in handling a case.
The suspect who was tied up like a dumpling didn't dare make any big movements. He only carefully twisted his neck and rotated his eyeballs, analyzing the situation around him and looking for an opportunity to escape.
Looking at the person pointing a gun at the back of his head, the suspect couldn't help but curse in his heart. Where did the police find such a god? He's even better at flipping buildings than me!
This intuition and skill is enough to guard the 12 Cemeteries of Martyrs. If you had the time, you could have gone to deal with terrorists or gone to another planet to earn military merits. Why would you be a little cop on a cruise ship?! Why the f * ck are you staring at me?!
The suspect carefully twisted his neck again and looked ahead. When he saw the situation in the room, he was also stunned.
In the room, the walls were covered with screens. On each screen was a video or photo of a different background. There was a jungle, a city, a street, a stage. Some of the people inside were wearing military uniforms, others were attending events, some were full-body shots, some were static close-ups...
They were all the same person!
And they looked exactly the same as the person behind him!
However, the more he looked at the person, the more familiar he felt.
Soon after, the suspect seemed to remember something. His eyes widened and he wished he could snap his neck.
Looking around the room, standing in front of the screen was a wretched old man with an unkempt beard. His hand was still on the photo. He seemed to be that world-renowned director that had been the subject of much discussion online.
Then, thinking about the messy private lives of this bunch of celebrities and tycoons, the suspect's brain took a hundred turns in an instant and he understood.
Unwritten rules!
The suspect, who felt that he had discovered the truth, couldn't help but curse his bad luck. It seemed like he had discovered another shady transaction! Would he be silenced?
As for Nova Roman, who was standing in the room, he was also stunned by this series of unforeseen events. He had never imagined that someone would jump over the balcony of the SVIP area!
When he saw the gaze of the bundled up intruder staring at him, Roman was even more displeased.
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