American Fame and Fortune Chapter 471

Chapter 471 Life or death

"what sound?"

Hearing the several gunshots in front, Blanco, the person in charge of Cartier Men's Watch here, didn't pay attention and asked the assistant who was also in the car: "I remember that there is no gunfight scene in the script, right?"

The assistant shook his head. This was a commercial, how could there be a gunfight scene?

Then the gunfire rang out again. Blanco felt something was wrong, opened the car door and got out, and asked loudly: "Where was the shooting? Where was the shooting?"

Diagonally opposite him, a man with a bear-like neck tattoo opened a long bag and took out a black spear.

 The most common AR rifle in the United States!

Blanco is a Frenchman. Without any hesitation, he immediately activated his ancestral stunt, took out the white handkerchief in his pocket, waved it and ran behind the car.

The tattooed man paid no attention to Blanco. He picked up the gun and held the headphones in his ears and ran away.

The boss Victor's roar came from the earphones: “The first plan failed, now implement the second plan!”

 The first group is to capture them alive, and the second group is to kill them on the spot.

Boris promised the four of them privately that if the first plan failed and they could kill Martin Davis, they would individually give another three million US dollars.

This money is enough for them to risk their lives.

The tattooed man hid beside the billboard at the bus stop as the crowd dispersed.

"Leo, Jack!" Martin held the gun with both hands, lowered his body, and shouted at the same time: "Go back, hide, hide quickly, their target is me, stay away from me! Stay away!"

Bruce ignored the two guys, pulled Martin and ran towards the Ford car.

 The car is the nearest cover.

No one knows if there are any Russians around.

Nicholson was well-informed and had already reacted. Knowing that he and Leonardo would only be a drag by following Martin, he turned around and ran towards the trailer.

 Leonardo quickly followed up. His 100-meter time of 11 seconds was not an exaggeration. He only ran five or six meters and overtook Nicholson.

 But he did not abandon the old friends, just like Martin told them to leave quickly when he was in danger.

Leonardo reached out and grabbed Nicholson's hand, dragging him forward.

The two held hands and wandered around the world.

 The gunshots rang out again without warning.

ˆBang bang bang—

Amidst the firing of automatic rifles, leaves flew wildly in the green belt on the roadside, and branches broke one after another.

The shooter didn't care about Leonardo and Nicholson at all, the target was Martin.

 Martin swooped into the side of the car and huddled behind the car's tires.

Bruce reached into the car, took out the AR rifle and threw it to Martin, shouting: "Get to the front of the car, just like you do in daily training!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the front windshield of the Ford was shattered amidst the ping-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong gunfire, and there were more than a dozen bullet holes in the front hood.

 Martin put away his pistol, picked up the rifle, caught a magazine thrown by Old Bu and stuffed it into his trouser pocket, shouting: "Old Bu, these are the Russians who are riding horses, they are here to take revenge on us!"

Bruce opened the car door, found another AR, raised the gun to the front, and fired several shots in succession.

 He said: "Asshole, don't die! I don't want to attend your funeral!"

 Martin nodded: "We must live! We who ride horses must live!"

 Either you die or I live!

 Leonardo's 11 seconds to 100 meters was not an exaggeration. In just a short time, he dragged Nicholson to the trailer.

Nicholson felt his blood pressure soaring, and his heart was about to jump out of his mouth, but without taking a breath, he took out his cell phone and dialed 911, shouting: "Old Santa Monica Pier, we are being attacked by gunmen. Listen. Got the gunshot? I'm Jack Nicholson, and there's Martin Davis and Leonardo, the one from Titanic! and a bunch of billionaires..."

Before the call was finished, he couldn't breathe and sat down on the ground.

Leonardo exercised regularly and was in good physical condition. He also took out his mobile phone and called, but he was not calling 911, but the deputy director whom he knew well: "Martin and I were attacked by more than a dozen gunmen at the old pier in Santa Monica. Gangster attack..."

Nicholson took a breath at this time, looked around, and found that the small building of the dock management office was relatively high, and pulled Leonardo: "Go up there, hurry up, it's high there, you can see clearly!"

 The two of them ran in that direction again.

There were screams one after another on the other side, and the dullest tourists, fans and reporters all realized that this was not filming at all, but a gunfight!

There were too many people and it was too chaotic. The Russians were mixed in and it was impossible to distinguish them. It was very troublesome to launch a sudden attack.

It was impossible for Martin to raise his gun and attack all these people. He could only shout: "Go quickly! You all go quickly! Don't stay here!"

At this moment, the essence of the drama is still there: "Their target is me, you go quickly, it is dangerous to stay here! Go quickly!"

The crowd dispersed with a roar. Movie fans listened to Martin's words, and as Americans, they are not particularly panicked when encountering a shooting. They first find a safe place to hide.

 Some reporters ran away, but some did not.

There were even a few reporters who picked up their cameras and wanted to run towards Martin.

 But the sound of gunshots caused them to lie on the ground again.

 These people are thinking of a reporter named Helen at this moment.

A reporter who was working as a freelance reporter for Warner TV became famous in one fell swoop because he photographed the incident at Burbank Middle School and photographed Martin.

Not only did she win the Pulitzer Prize, but she also had her own popular program "The Helen Show", becoming a presence comparable to Ellen DeGeneres.

Isn't your future and destiny determined by your own life?

They were lying on the ground, but the cameras were raised desperately. Some reporters went to take pictures of the Ford van, and some reporters went to take pictures of the other side of the car, trying to take pictures of the gunmen.

A few other reporters with lively minds hurriedly walked away, trying to get to a position behind the car to take pictures of Martin.

Not far from them, Boris's bodyguards were mixed in with some tourists. As soon as the gunshot rang out and Martin roared, all the tourists ran away, leaving him standing alone near the isolation zone.

 Because he was mixed with tourists and was preparing to launch a surprise attack, the bodyguard did not bring a long gun.

 He looked over to the car, saw Martin's moving figure, and immediately took out his pistol.

 Almost at the same time, Martin also spotted the lone tourist, with the **** of the AR gun on his shoulder.

ˆBang bang bang—

The gunfire exploded, and bullets were fired from the bodyguard's pistol and Martin's rifle.

 Nearly thirty meters separated the two sides, and pistol bullets hit the carriage near Martin.

 The rifle bullets fired by Martin hit the chest and abdomen of the person opposite him five times in a row, and none of them missed.

With such a distance and the power of the rifle, it was impossible for the bodyguard to survive, and he fell limply to the ground.

 After Martin finished the fight, he quickly hid behind the car engine and huddled against the tires.

 In the intensive gunfire, at least a dozen bullets hit the front of the car and the ground where he was just now.

　　Bounces were flying randomly for a moment.

 Martin was lucky, no ricochet hit him.

 But the sound of gunshots also scared passers-by away, and four gunmen emerged.

One of them shouted in a very awkward English pronunciation: "Martin Davis, we will fight until we die today!"

Martin did not make a stupid sound. Instead, he quietly stretched out the muzzle of his gun, pointed it in the direction of the sound, and pulled the trigger.

 Several gunshots were fired in succession, and the sound from the other side stopped.

 Then, more intensive gunshots rang out, and Martin retreated again.

 He found several reporters coming from a parallel place dozens of meters away. They set up cameras and pointed them here.

 Martin made a few gestures over there, wanting to ask about the situation of the gangsters.

These people may not understand, or they may not care. They just focus on taking pictures and ignore him at all.

Leonardo and Nicholson climbed to the top of the second floor of the small building of the pier management office, and had a clear view of the pier tourist area.

Four men in black were approaching the Ford car using a cross-covering method.

 Once they get close, Martin and Bruce will inevitably be attacked from both sides.

Nicholson knew that the situation was urgent, and he said to Leonardo: "I want to remind Martin, stay away and don't show your head."

After finishing speaking, he shouted at the top of his voice: "Martin, be careful, they are attacking with cross cover. There is one person on your left and one on your right. The distance is less than fifty meters!"

Nicholson is an actor. In his decades of career as an actor, he has learned a lot of strange things for acting, and he also knows a little bit about tactical terms.

 He ​​saw four gunmen and shouted with all his strength: "There is one man at each of your 10 o'clock, 12 o'clock, 1 o'clock and 3 o'clock positions. The nearest one is only 40 meters away."

Leonardo cursed: "These **** from the LAPD, why haven't you come yet?"

In the distance, Boris did not speak English very fluently, but he could understand it. He heard someone reminding Martin, shouting in Russian: "Kirilenko, Sergey, cover! Nicholas, follow me."

 If you miss this time, you may never have the chance to avenge your son or grandson again.

Boris, who is over 60 years old, has been cruel this time.

 Two ARs fired bang bang bang, suppressing Martin and Bruce.

 Boris and Nicholas circled around from both sides, like the two sides of a crab's claws, preparing to pinch the enemy to death.

 Martin heard the above reminder and guessed the general direction. He knew that if this continued, they might face a more difficult situation before the LAPD came over.

 Or it will be over before the LAPD comes over!

 Martin shouted: "Old Boo, cover me!"

Bruce lay on the ground, stretched out his hand slightly, pointed in the direction of the gunshot, and pulled the AR trigger.

 The fiery brass bullet casings jumped out one by one.

 Martin had faced a similar situation at Burbank Middle School and knew that if he wanted to survive, he couldn't rely on the LAPD and had to fight tooth and nail.

He took advantage of the bunker in front of him and took advantage of the sound of gunfire from the opposite side being slightly suppressed by Lao Bu. Just like he had practiced for shooting a chase, he rushed out with his waist bent and flew behind the concrete base of the billboard.

 Changing positions, Martin saw the target.

 He ​​raised the AR rifle in his hand, just like he had been training for more than five years. The sight instantly locked onto a gunman and pulled the trigger.

 Bang, bang, bang!

 Sergey, who was attracted by Bruce, was hiding behind the bus stop and shooting to cover Boris.

 The bullet was fired from the side and front, hitting the platform billboard, hitting the metal pillar, and hitting Sergey who was hiding behind the billboard.

 Martin emptied the magazine in one breath, and four of the dozen bullets hit.

Sergey lay down on the ground without even making a sound.

Martin was as nimble as a monkey and ran out again, hiding behind the front of a mobile vendor truck.

There was a strange scream from the other side, and amidst the intensive gunfire, Martin only felt that the mobile vehicle was shaking violently.

I don't know how many rounds of bullets hit the two cars. A piece of hamburger flew out and hit Martin on the head.

 (End of this chapter)

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