American Fame and Fortune Chapter 294

Chapter 294 They killed my dog

 In the morning, Marcus packed himself up and came to the living room. Daisy and John both ran over.

 He poured dog food and water for the dogs, touched their heads and said, "Look after your home. I will be back before noon and have lunch with you."

 The two Labradors circled around him to enjoy breakfast.

Marcus closed the door, got into a pickup truck parked next to the building, and rushed to Sherman Oaks.

 Yesterday, he made an appointment with Chad to meet Martin Davis at the Angels Club this morning.

 Marcus takes it very seriously because it affects whether he can change careers and enter the film industry that he longs for.

　　If you can't be a real actor, you can be a stuntman, an action gun director, or something like that.

Marcus has now left the army and no longer wants to do the work of fighting and killing.

Meeting Chad and Martin also gave him an opportunity to move into Hollywood.

 Arriving at Sherman Oscar, Marcus saw Martin, Chad and Bruce as soon as he entered the Angels Club. He quickly walked over and shook hands with the three of them one by one.

Kane also came to join in the fun and prepared a reception room specifically for a few people.

 Martin had previously asked Brusto to inquire about relevant matters, which involved an operation codenamed "Red Wings" by the US military.

 With the addition of Chad's narration, we basically understand the events related to Marcus.

Chad muttered a few words to Marcus. Marcus understood the importance of this meeting and told Martin in detail about his experience in Afghanistan.

 The description of the person involved is clearer, and Martin is absolutely certain that Marcus's experience is very similar to a movie he watched.

　　It seems to be starring Mark Wahlberg.

As for the other actors, I don't have any specific impressions.

After listening to Marcus' description, Martin looked very shocked and said: "I can't feel the impact you experienced in Afghanistan because I have never been there, but based on the events you described, man, you are the one A legend!"

Marcus smiled: "The real legends and heroes should be my three teammates."

Based on his words, Martin further said: "I personally believe that their deeds should be widely circulated, and the public and everyone in the United States must know what they have done and paid for this country."

These words touched Marcus's heart, and he was quite excited: "Martin, do you think this incident can be adapted into a movie or TV series? Documentaries can also be used! They paid their lives for the country and cannot be forgotten."

 What is easily obtained is worthless, and Martin knows this very well.

He did not answer immediately, but fell into deep thought, which seemed to be very difficult.

Marcus said again: "I can give you authorization..."

 Martin raised his hand to interrupt Marcus: "Wait a moment."

Marcus said no more.

 Martin stood up and walked back and forth in the reception room, seeming to be considering important decisions.

 Chad had a relationship with Marcus and sympathized with Marcus's experience, but he knew that he was a member of Martin's team and did not speak for Marcus.

Only Bruce, who knew Martin well, knew that Martin had already made a decision.

Marcus was a little nervous. He had no connections in Hollywood and only knew two people, Martin and Chad.

After a while, Martin sat down again and said: "Marcus, you and Chad are friends, and Chad is my brother, so there are some things I must say up front."

Marcus nodded: "Just say it."

Martin roughly said: "Running a film project is a very tedious task. Whether it is a real event or an adaptation of other works, it requires a process and requires the cooperation of the participants."

He turned to the matter itself: "The Operation Red Arrow you mentioned is not widely spread in North America. After the war on terrorism for several years, the public has not paid much attention to Afghanistan. I can attract investment and other movies." The company pays attention because the projects I initiate can make them profitable..."

Marcus understood: "I can license it to you for free."

"No, that's not what I mean." Martin has never considered free licensing. Free is the most expensive: "That's what I think about it. Don't push the movie adaptation first. I'll find a screenwriter or writer to help you complete the relevant work." Memoirs, and then put them into the book market so that more people can learn about your deeds. You don't have to worry about the film adaptation. As long as we can reach an agreement, my studio will buy the film and television rights of your memoirs in advance.”

Chad interjected at this time: "This is indeed a relatively safe way of operating. Many CIA or FBI special personnel publish memoirs after retirement. When the memoirs have a certain influence, they will be adapted into movies."

He also specifically gave an example: "The "Cat and Mouse Game" collaborated by Leonardo and Spielberg is a typical example."

Marcus knew about the film and said, "Okay." He emphasized again: "No need to pay me, I just want my teammates..."

People's minds will change. Martin didn't want to cause trouble in the later stage because of the initial expenses. He said: "We are friends. Friendship is friendship, and business cooperation is business cooperation."

Marcus responded: "I listen to you."

Martin asked: "Do you have any relevant information in Afghanistan so that I can find a suitable ghostwriter?"

"I have quite a few at home." Marcus looked at Martin and then at Chad. Although he had been in the army for a long time these years, he understood the ways of the world and took the initiative to invite: "There is a very good restaurant near my residence. How about Come with me to get the information? Give me a chance to treat you and express your gratitude."

 Martin had nothing to do in the past two days, so he responded: "Then I'll excuse you."

A few people chatted for a while, then left the club together and rushed to Santa Monica.

Southern Santa Monica, four black men drove a stolen car and parked it on the side of the road.

“The one with the red tiles on the roof, Edmund, right?” Bald Alfonso asked, “Is this a suitable goal?”

Edmund stretched out his big arms and pointed over there: "Boss, I will never make a mistake, Aix can prove it!"

Akers is not tall, and he has a Magnum revolver on his waist: "The man just moved here from out of town, not from Los Angeles. Edmund and I witnessed it with our own eyes. He brought many boxes with something like They are all valuables.”

Alfonso asked again: "Are you sure what items are in the box?" "Not sure." Aix added: "According to the moving workers, all the boxes are locked with combination locks. Who can lock ordinary things immediately!"

 Alfonso nodded: "Okay, give him a go!"

Diaz, who had been silent all this time, said: "Head, all the houses here have back doors. I suggest you take the back door."

 Alfonso started the car, passed by the target house first, and asked by the way: "Does he have a dog at home?"

Edmund said first: "It wasn't there when we moved. I can be sure."

Alfonso was relieved and drove around to the back door of the target single-family house.

He did not turn off the engine or get out of the car. He waved his hand in that direction: "Hurry up, I will meet you in the car."

Diaz got out of the car first, followed by Aix and Edmund. They climbed over the wall formed by the green belt. Edmund didn't need much effort to pick the lock of the back door and entered the house first.

Aix and Diaz followed. After taking a few steps forward, a dog barked suddenly.

 The former immediately pulled out the Magnum revolver.

 Two labradors ran out of the living room and barked at the three Edmunds.

 The male dog John was a bit more aggressive and pounced on Edmund.

Seeing such a big dog rushing towards them, Ax and Diaz raised their revolvers at the same time.

Bang, bang, bang, gunfire sounded!

John was shot in the head, screamed, and fell at Edmund's feet.

 One shot hit Daisy in the neck. The **** screamed, turned around and ran away.

 After running not far, he fell down.

"hurry up!"

The three of them were very courageous. They did not leave immediately after shooting. Instead, they entered the living room to find the box the porter said: "Find something valuable quickly! Hurry up!"

As soon as Diaz finished shouting, the sound of a high-power pickup truck came from the front yard. It seemed that someone was back, and there was more than one car!

 A person, they don't care.

 But if there are more than one person, it is better to leave first.

Edmund rushed faster than anyone else and ran the same way: "The people are back, let's go! Let's go!"

 The three of them didn't care about anything else and ran towards the back door.

 He rushed out the door in one breath, jumped into the car, and urged Alfonso: "Boss, go quickly!"

At the front door, as soon as they approached the house Marcus rented, the five people who came in two cars heard gunshots.

 The experienced Bruce judged immediately: "The gunshot of the Magnum revolver!"

 The pickup truck in front screeched to a stop. Marcus, Kane and Chad jumped out, each holding an M9, and rushed into the yard.

 Bruce also pulled out his gun and got out of the car slowly.

 Martin followed cautiously at the back, holding a Glock tightly in his hand.

 Marcus at the front shouted: "Daisy, John!"

no respond.

He opened the door and stepped in. There was no one in the room, but there was a pungent smell of blood.

 “Daisy!” Marcus' roar echoed outside, carrying great pain.

Kane, Chad and Bruce followed, with Martin still at the end.

 In the living room, a Labrador named Daisy was lying in a pool of blood, unresponsive.

Marcus was so heartbroken that he closed Daisy's dog eyes and ran towards the back door again, and then saw the body of another Labrador, John.

This dog was shot in the head.

 “Ah! Ah—”

Marcus threw his head back and roared, venting his inner pain.

 Chad also has a dog, so he generally understood this feeling, and whispered: "Damn it!"

Marcus gently touched the wound on John's head, closed his eyes, and stood up.

Martin suggested: “Call the police.”

 Marcus nodded and said to Kane: "Call the police for me."

He turned and walked towards the kitchen and came to the storage room, where a table was placed, connected to the surveillance cameras at the front and rear doors.

Marcus called up the surveillance, stepped back to check, took out another box, clicked open the combination lock, took out a tactical vest and put it on, took out two M9s and magazines, and inserted them on the vest.

 “Man, calm down!” Martin advised.

Marcus said: "They killed my dog!"

(It is said that this is the earliest creative origin of John Wick. I don't know whether it is true or not.)

 (End of this chapter)

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