American Fame and Fortune Chapter 780

Chapter 780 Coke, see Coke again

The roar of off-road motorcycles reminded Martin of the common will-o'-the-wisp boys in his previous life. As cool as they looked, they were miserable when they fell.

 Amidst the gunfire, another bullet hit the Escalade.

The fast-moving off-road motorcycle passed between two rows of cars. Bob on it really looked like a clown. He had no goal or plan. The muzzle of the gun was specifically aimed at crowded places, and bullets were fired everywhere.

He just wants to cause chaos and get revenge on the society that bankrupted him and made him look down upon.

Bob saw some reporters who did not know whether they were alive or dead setting up cameras to take pictures. He shot a shuttle there and two reporters fell in a pool of blood.

The off-road motorcycle rushed near the Escalade's rear butt.

 Martin had been staring at the motorcycle and shouted: "Open the door!"

The old driver opened the driver's door and kicked on the door.

The Escalade door suddenly opened!

With a screeching brake sound, the motorcycle carried Bob and hit the Escalade's door.

　　Bob hit his head on the car door and fell to the side of the car on the other side with the off-road motorcycle.

 The Coke bottle spun around and hit Bob on the nose.

Blood flowed from Bob's head, and he was in a trance: Where am I? What am I doing? Who am I riding a horse?

 The third bottle of Coke was thrown out by Martin again.

Bob fell, raised his head immediately, grabbed the M79 submachine gun, and wanted to shoot into the car and send those **** who dared to fight back to hell.

 Blood, tears and snot all flew out.

Martin reached out to touch again, and Nicholson had already taken out another bottle of Coke from the car refrigerator and stuffed it into his palm.

 The nosebleeds are flying and the bridge of the nose is broken.

In the car, Martin had already thrown away the empty Beretta pistol, picked up the empty Coke bottle, and threw it towards the fallen gunman.

Without any pause, Martin picked up another bottle of Coke that Nicholson had placed on the armrest and threw it out again.

 Bob kicked his legs twice, his hands automatically released, and the M79 submachine gun fell to the ground.

 This is the CocCola glass bottle, Martin's most familiar weapon!

This is the CocCola glass bottle thrown by the leader of the CocCola Cult, and it has its own BUFF bonus.

With a muffled bang, the glass bottle filled with Coke hit the clown gunman in the head.

 But the distance between the two sides was too close, Bob didn't focus on driving, and his reaction was two beats slow.

Bob's eyes were blackened and his head was dizzy after being hit. The M79 in his hand seemed to weigh ten thousand tons and he could not lift it up.

Something flew over in front of him. Bob had no time to react. The heavy glass bottle hit his head with a thud like an unstringed grenade.

 The Coke bottle flew out of the open driver's door and hit Bob squarely in the head.

 Bob found the door suddenly opened in front of him and subconsciously stepped on the brakes.

 The Coke bottle flew out.

The pale paint on this clown's face was almost completely covered with blood red, and he fainted.

 Martin held the steering wheel with both hands, kicked hard with both legs, passed over the old driver, passed through the driver's door, and landed on the ground.

 He kicked the M79 submachine gun into the bottom of the car and picked up Bruce's dropped pistol from in front of the wheel.

 Bruce's right arm was injured, and the gun fell on the front hood of the car and slipped to the ground.

 Martin heard the movement and immediately pointed the gun.

 Two reporters with hangtags on their chests appeared from behind another row of vehicles, raised their hands, and said loudly: "We are reporters, Martin, we have interviewed you before!"

 Martin saw that they looked familiar and immediately reminded: "There are still gunmen, be careful."

Two reporters immediately slipped over from behind the car, their cameras pointed at the ground. The gunman's face was covered in blood and he looked extremely miserable.

 There were several unbroken CocCola bottles next to them.

 There was blood on the bottle.

The camera just captured it. The two reporters looked at each other and had the same thought: It was indeed the Coke God of War!

 Ordinary bottled Coke, in the hands of the leader of the Coke Cult, is simply a terrifying weapon comparable to a gun!

 Martin took out the clown's belt, tied his hands behind his back, untied his two shoelaces, and tied his thumbs and ankles.

　While doing this, more reporters came over.

 Seven or eight reporters have been taking pictures closely.

After Martin did this, he heard the sound of submachine gun fire again, some distance away. He reminded: "Find a place to hide, your life is important."

 The reporters subconsciously looked towards the place where the gunshots were fired.

 There were a few lunatics running that way.

The siren sounded like crazy at this time. Martin ignored this and asked the veteran driver to get into the passenger seat, get into the driver's seat of the Escalade, and close the door.

As long as the gunmen don't use rockets or large-caliber armor-piercing projectiles, the car will be safe.

 Martin turned his head and looked behind him.

Bruce's injured arm had its sleeve torn off, and Nicholson assisted in bandaging the wound with a bandage from the car.

 “How is it?” asked Martin.

Bruce said: "It's a flesh wound, a bullet bite, nothing but pain."

 Martin looked at his right arm again to make sure there was nothing wrong with it, and joked: "Old Boo, you are old."

Bruce said: "I was too tired last night." Seeing that no one had any trouble, Nicholson's trouble-making nature returned and asked: "Brother, how many did you do last night?"

 Bruce shook his head and sighed: "Two sisters."

Nicholson patted his good shoulder and said, "You're not hurting unjustly."

The sound of police sirens and ambulance calls became louder and louder.

 Suddenly, gunfire rang out again.

In addition to the gunshots of submachine guns, Martin also heard other gunshots. With his familiarity with firearms, it was not difficult to distinguish the shots of M4 and Glock 17 among them.

The gunfire was rapid, like a crowd of people eager to empty their magazines.

 Less than half a minute, the gunfire stopped completely.

 Martin couldn't help but guess that the gunman with the submachine gun had probably turned into a hornet's nest.

 Many media reporters went there.

 Martin had time to look around the Dolby Theater carefully.

The entrance to the theater was in a mess, with many people lying on the ground. Groans and howls of pain could be heard one after another. God knows how many people were injured.

 Among them, a touch of white lying on the red carpet is so eye-catching.

 The white suit has blood-red flowers blooming on it, making it difficult not to attract attention.

 Martin's cell phone rang at this time, but it was Nolan calling.

As soon as he got through, he heard Nolan ask anxiously: "Martin, is that you?"

  Martin said: "It's me, don't worry, I'm fine."

Nolan was obviously relieved: "It's okay, it's okay, just find a safe place to hide."

“I was hiding in the car, and the car was bulletproof.” Martin asked again, “What's the situation over there?”

Nolan looked around and said: "Most of the people are here, except for Christian Bale and Vin Diesel for the time being."

Martin reminded: "I didn't see Bell, Vin Diesel... Chris, you and Emma should be mentally prepared. Vin Diesel was shot, just thirty meters away from me. There was nothing." The situation is unclear and I dare not get out of the car.”

Nolan was shocked at first, and then said: "Don't get out of the car, safety is important!"

 The two hung up the phone, and Martin received a call from Lily and Elizabeth.

 Nicholson at the back also received a call from Leonardo.

 Martin said a few words briefly and quickly tweeted: "Safe for now, waiting for rescuers to come."

 The premiere of "The Dark Knight Rises" turned into a disaster scene.

The gunshots stopped and the LAPD from the brigade came in one after another to control the situation and search for the criminals who might have slipped through the net.

 Martin saw an acquaintance jump out of the car and shouted: "Lynch!"

The police inspector also saw Martin and rushed over immediately. When he saw the blood on Martin's hands and the bullet marks on the Escalade behind Martin, he quickly asked: "Martin, are you okay?"

  Martin glanced at the blood on his body and said: "It's just a superficial injury at most, but my manager Bruce was shot. Please help arrange an ambulance as soon as possible."

Lynch immediately pressed the intercom and asked rescuers to rush over.

Martin pointed to the other side of the Escalade and said: "There was a gunman who passed by the car and was knocked unconscious by me. He should not be dead. For the specific situation, please contact the reporters at the scene. Many of them took pictures. ”

Lynch finally heard a piece of good news among a series of bad news.

 He quickly informed his superiors and followed Martin there.

Going around the front of the car, Lynch found that the **** gunman's head was covered in blood, and CocCola bottles were scattered around.

 Obviously, the weapon Martin used to knock down the gunman was the special weapon of the leader of the Cola Cult.

Lynch is not surprised by this.

 Multiple police officers followed to deal with the surviving gunman.

 Martin pointed specifically at the bottom of the car, where the M79 submachine gun was still underneath.

McLean, the top boss of the LAPD, rushed to the scene. After receiving the news from Martin, he rushed over as soon as possible.

Lynch is leading people to deal with the scene.

Martin, who has always had a good personal relationship with McClain, stood by the car and pointed to a place more than 20 meters away: "The first shooter should be nearby. The reporter's flash affected my field of vision at that time. I saw It wasn't very realistic, but later he pulled out a gun and shot down many fans and Vin Diesel who was walking on the red carpet.”

"Vin Diesel?" When McClane heard this, he knew that there was an even bigger trouble in this extremely troublesome incident.

There were too many people fallen at the scene. The first ambulance crew to arrive was helping Bruce treat his injuries. There were not enough manpower to treat other people yet.

 Martin pointed to the eye-catching white on the red carpet: "There."

He added: "The gunman then fired at me, and Lao Bu was shot. I got in the car, found an opportunity to fight back, and shot him dead. There were many reporters at the scene, and someone may have filmed it."

“Good job!” McClain looked at Martin's Escalade. The craters and bullet marks were shocking. If this was an ordinary car, the people in the car would be seriously injured if not dead.

He said to Martin: "Go to the hospital first, and we will talk about the rest after you have examined him."

 Martin was not polite to him, and nodded slightly: "If you need me anywhere, just call me."

 A large number of ambulance crews arrived, and Martin, Bruce and Nicholson followed them on foot out of the traffic jam and into the ambulance.

 (End of this chapter)

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