American Fame and Fortune Chapter 472

Chapter 472 I need to be seriously injured

  After patting away the broken pieces of the hamburger, Martin changed the magazine as quickly as possible and made an OK gesture to Bruce behind the Ford.

From the small building of the dock management office, Nicholson's heart-rending shouts came: "3 o'clock position! 3 o'clock position!"

With the help of his companions, Nicholas, who was charging forward, heard the shouting, but he could not understand English and was still running fast.

 Because Martin was so suppressed by Boris that he couldn't raise his head.

 But Martin collapsed and fell to the ground, just like Jonathan did in the filming.

Sure enough, he saw two big feet!

 Martin aimed and shot, blood spurted out from his big feet, and a man fell to the ground amid screams.

That was a middle-aged bearded man, who was still holding the gun in his hand tightly after being injured.

 Martin did similar training many times before filming "John Wick". He didn't even need to use his head to think. It was purely muscle memory. The fingers would automatically tighten when the muzzle moved slightly.

ˆBang bang bang—

Three consecutive shots, and Nicholas's head exploded like a watermelon.

 Martin quickly retreated.

Boris lowered the muzzle of his gun and fired repeatedly at the bottom of the mobile vehicle.

 But he is over 60 years old, he is old, and he is not as sci-fi as Stallone in The Expendables. The older he gets, the better he can fight.

 Physical functions and reaction speed are slower than those of young people.

  And today they are using an AR that is not very convenient, not the AK they are used to.

Martin retracted and hid behind the wheel where the engine was located. Unknown how many bullets landed near the bottom of the car and hit the stone pavement.

Ricochets flew randomly for a while, and some of them landed on the chassis of the car, even causing secondary refraction.

Suddenly, something hit the outside of Martin's left leg, and there was a cracking sound. His nose smelled the burnt smell of rubber produced at high temperatures.

The leg started to hurt. He quickly touched it and took out a Nokia 1100 from his left trouser pocket.

This is the one Nicholson gave to Martin for secret communication.

Martin couldn't tell whether he was lucky or not. A ricochet that may have refracted multiple times flew past the front tire and hit the outside of his left leg. It hit the Nokia phone just in time. The bullet did not have enough power to completely penetrate. The phone is stuck inside the phone.

The few warheads were exposed and also injured Martin's leg.

 The injury is not serious, it is just an ordinary skin injury and is completely bearable.

The gunfire from the opposite side stopped for a moment, and Martin turned to the front of the car, raised his gun, and fired repeatedly.

Boris hid behind another mobile truck selling iced drinks.

 Another gunman hiding behind a decorative rock on the roadside was also suppressed by Bruce.

 Now it's 2V2!

 The rifle in Martin's hand only had one magazine left, and he rushed out from behind the car without hesitation.

Just now I saw clearly that the Russian guy opposite was an old guy!

Martin quickly changed his position, hid behind a thick lamppost, and fired repeatedly, including several shots at the bottom of the mobile vehicle to prevent the people on the opposite side from imitating him and shooting from under the vehicle.

Just when Boris was about to shoot from under the car, a ricochet hit the chassis of the car, and he quickly retreated.

 There were sparse gunshots, and each of his men died tragically.

Boris gritted his teeth, these are all elite thugs in his gang!

 If you die, you will die, but the enemy on the opposite side is still alive and kicking.

 Boris was crazy and jumped out of the front of the cold drink truck, picked up an AR and fired.

 After firing more than a dozen shots in a row, he didn't find Martin's figure. He didn't know where he was hiding.

In the dense green belt nearby, Martin threw away the empty AR rifle and took out the pistol he had picked up.

 An old M1911.

Hearing the gunshots stop for a moment, Martin immediately stood up, held a gun in both hands and fired repeatedly at the soda fountain.

 At only a dozen meters away, the range of the M1911 is sufficient.

Boris was old but experienced. The moment the bullets were empty, he retreated and pistol bullets hit the front of the car near him one after another.

 A ricochet grazed his arm. Boris couldn't bear the pain and dropped the gun.

When Martin fired, he was already rushing towards that direction. He stepped on the front of the cold drink truck and stood up. He threw the empty M1911 as a throwing knife.

 This is a common trick used by Jonathan when shooting fast chases.

Martin had specially practiced. The heavy pistol hit Boris on the head with a bang. The huge force caused Boris to fall backward and plopped down into a plastic basket containing bottled Coke next to the car.

He reacted quickly, picked up the glass bottle of Coke and threw it towards Martin.

 Throwing something looks easy, but sitting in such an awkward posture, it is a bit difficult to throw it.

Martin jumped out of the car, dodged, and picked up the glass bottle of Coke on the window of the soda car.

Boris also stood up, also holding a glass bottle of Coke in his hand.

At the same time, several desperate reporters were running towards them, and everyone realized that big news was happening.

Perhaps this piece of news can change their destiny.

Many tourists and movie fans did not run far away, but went to higher places to see what was going on.

 They saw how Martin fought back and saw how he killed each gunman under extremely unfavorable circumstances.

I saw two people holding glass bottles of Coke and confronting each other.

Some people can't help but have a thought in their minds. Is this gangster who appears out of nowhere going to challenge Martin, the God of Coke, in the way he is best at? There were even more people hiding on the beach who came out to watch the excitement when they heard the gunfire stopped. They followed the cameras and cameras of the reporters and found Martin and Boris.

“LAPD is a bunch of pigs, I must file a complaint against them!”

On the roof of the small building of the management office, Leonardo was so anxious that he kept cursing and praying to God, whom he had never believed in: "May God bless Martin!"

Nicholson just shouted heartbreakingly and tore his vocal cords. Now he has difficulty speaking. He stood on the roof of the building and looked at the cold drink truck.

 The car body blocked the back, and he couldn't see Martin or the gangster who fired the gun.

In the distance, there was a faint sound of sirens, and the LAPD patrol car was driving towards this side crazily.

 But Martin and Boris behind the soda car could not hear the sirens at all.

 At this moment, they only have each other in their eyes!

 Either you die or I live!

Boris felt a little regretful. This Martin's fighting ability was incredible. His marksmanship and skills were better than those of professional gangsters like them. If he had known earlier, he should have killed him with one shot from a distance. Why would he be captured alive?

 But now there is no other way.

 He snapped: "Go to hell, you bastard!"

 Martin had no intention of speaking at all, and when he picked up the bottle of Coke, he was already in front of him.

Boris picked up a Coke and hit Martin on the head.

Martin tensed his arms and rushed forward. The Coke bottle hit his strong arm and was forcefully thrown away. He picked up the Coke with his other hand and hit Boris on the head.

Boris also reached out to block it!

 But one of the two is in his twenties and at the peak of his physical strength; the other is in his 60s.

With a click, Boris's upper arm was broken and he screamed in pain.

 When you are desperate, there are no tricks, just risk your life!

 Martin's left hand also hurt, but he gritted his teeth and endured it.

 After he lands a successful blow, he never leaves his opponent any time to breathe.

Martin still followed the old routine, flying up and kicking Boris in the lower abdomen. He quickly swung out the Coke bottle with his right hand and smashed it on Boris's head with a bang.

 Glass shards were scattered in all directions, and blood immediately flowed out. Boris was hit so hard that he took two steps back and sat down on the ground.

　　After killing these armed gangsters one after another, his arms and legs were still hurting. Martin had been aroused and had no intention of holding back.

 He took a step forward and kicked Boris in the face.

Boris fell down with a thud, and five or six big teeth flew out of his mouth.

 But the ferocious old man was still fierce and said in awkward English: "Come on, bastard, I will never let you go!"

 Martin didn't want to let him go at all. He bent down to pick up the bottle of Coke in the glass frame and threw it out with all his strength.

 The total distance is two or three meters, and the target of that head is huge, how could it miss?

With a muffled bang, the Coke bottle hit Boris on the head.

 Martin picked it up again, threw it again, and smashed it again.

He threw glass bottles of Coke after glass bottles, hitting Boris on the head.

 The surrounding reporters got closer and closer because the gunfire stopped completely.

Bruce kills the last gunman.

The sound of sirens is getting closer and closer, and the police patrol car has arrived at the dock area.

Martin threw out the last bottle of Coke, saw Bruce not far away making an OK gesture, nodded slightly to him, and finally took a step back and sat on the stone steps.

Boris, who was diagonally across from him, stopped all the harsh words in his mouth, leaving only his body twitching continuously.

The most daring reporter was only ten meters away from Martin. He controlled the camera, took pictures of the scene, looked at Martin slightly, and reminded: "Martin, you are injured."

 Martin smiled at him: "I can't die."

At this time, the actor still did not forget to create a character, and asked: "My fans, and you, are you okay?"

The reporter said: “Except for the gun-wielding gangster, no one else was seen dead.”

 “Very good, very good.” Martin's body swayed, swayed a few times, and fell down on the steps.

In the distance, movie fans wearing red cultural shirts were running towards this side, shouting: "Call an ambulance! Call an ambulance! Martin is injured!"

These words reached Martin's ears word for word.

 He is just tired and the injury is not serious, but it would be beneficial if the injury should be more serious at this moment.

 This is an acting opportunity that I risked my life for. It would be a pity to give it up.

 Nearly crazy sirens sounded, and a large number of police cars rushed over. Such a serious shooting occurred, and not only the LAPD, but also FBI vehicles came over.

"Quick! Over here! Martin was shot and seriously injured!" Martin's fans shouted loudly at the scene, even crying: "Send him to the hospital quickly, send him to the hospital quickly!"

LAPD immediately took control of the scene and drove away reporters and movie fans.

 The ambulance arrived here, and several medical staff came down with a stretcher. They checked Martin's condition and put him on the stretcher.

Countless footage recorded the process of Martin being injured and entering the ambulance.

 Anyone who works in the media knows that this is super big news that can shock the United States!

I went back to my hometown yesterday and walked around my relatives' houses. I originally wanted to code at night and have a dinner at home until very late. I got up at about five o'clock this morning. I finally finished writing today's two chapters. I went to have breakfast. Continue after finishing, and try to update another chapter today. Asking for a monthly ticket! !

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