American fame and fortune

In the convenience store, everyone watched Martin run out to save a follower, not knowing what to say.

Elizabeth opened her mouth, but Martin never yelled out the words. She wiped away the tears from her face, and only had one thought in her heart, this is the man!

In order to save people, choose the place closest to the gangsters to hide, and when the opportunity arises, jump out desperately and subdue the gangsters in one fell swoop.

If this is not called a man, there will be no man in the world!

Elizabeth will never forget this day in her life.

"It's over, I'm over." Blake has become the ultimate licking dog, shouting from the bottom of his heart: "I want to have good looks, I need to have a figure, I need to be capable and capable, and I'm still so MAN!"

She secretly overturned her previous cognition: "What is Leonardo compared to Martin? At most, he is a vase! Martin is my ultimate idol!"

As we all know, Super Licking Dog has only one idea about idols.

The others were also very grateful to Martin, without whom they would probably have died.

Only reporter Helen was different. She picked up the DV, rushed out of the convenience store, and chased Martin.

Helen has already realized that today there will be super big news about an explosion across the United States.

She even saw the Pulitzer Prize beckoning.

If you don't fight at this time, when will you have to wait?

A lot of journalists are crazy.

At the same time as the shooting, Burbank sirens sounded again and again, the campus was in chaos, countless people fled in a hurry, and a large number of police cars blocked all the entrances of the campus.

Several helicopters belonging to journalists and the LAPD were circling at low altitude.

The explosion-proof vehicle of SWAT under LAPD drove into the campus.

Inside the basketball court.

Bruce leaned against the corner and blocked Victor with a broken pistol, but the sound of AR gunfire from the other side made him worry about Martin's safety.

Just as he was about to make a move, the shotgun roared.

Bruce immediately turned his gun, pointing in the direction it came from.

At the corner, Victor paused shooting and shouted, "Sergey, come here, there's a bastard in the corner here, let's attack him back and forth."

"Here we come!" The voice came with madness, and Sergei rushed along the arc-shaped corridor.

Victor picked up his rifle and shouted as he fired, "I'm on!"

Bruce had to turn around and shoot Victor down.

Martin held the gun and ran all the way, and Lao Bu was his real brother in life and death!

The sound of the wind rang in his ears, and the corridor continued to retreat. Martin ran at a speed of 100 meters, and finally saw a figure in front of him holding a shotgun and wearing a tactical vest.

He didn't even look at the bloody corpse on the ground.

At this moment, Martin only has Lao Bu in his heart!

Sergey was running all the way forward, not paying attention to what was behind.

Martin stopped. He didn't have the marksmanship to hit the target while running fast.

So, leaning against the outer wall, with the butt of the AR on his shoulder, his breath easing slightly, he aimed at the man in front of him.

Just as Sergey was about to pick up the shotgun, Martin pulled the trigger.

bang bang bang—

Three shots in a row, the gun hit Sergey's back!

Even though Sergey was wearing a bulletproof vest, at such a close distance, under the huge kinetic energy of the bullet, he immediately rushed to the street, bleeding from his mouth and nose.

Martin shouted: "Old Bu, it's me, leave it to me later!"

"Bad man, don't step on the horse to die!" Brewster's special greeting sounded.

Hearing Old Bu's voice, Martin felt relieved: "You stupid pig, if I hadn't rushed over, your ass would have exploded!"

Bruce turned his head to deal with the gunman in front: "Then you have to help me guard it!"

"I only smell a bad smell!" Martin said, but he didn't relax in the slightest. He pointed his gun at Sergey on the ground and approached slowly.

After all, he is not a professional policeman or soldier, and he cannot empty the magazine.

"It's me, Helen!" Probably inspired by Martin's words, Helen rushed over and showed her identity before showing up.

She slowly turned around holding the DV.

Martin ignored her with a quick glance, moved closer to Sergey, kicked the shotgun away, pulled his pistol and threw it away.

He has seen too many counter-kills in movies, even though Sergey was seriously injured and unconscious, he still untied Sergey's shoelaces, twisted his hands, and tied them behind his back.

"Sergey, Sergey!" Viktor heard the gunshots from the AR and told Sergey that there was no answer. The two disgusting bastards on the opposite side were flirting and flirting. He was so angry that he was almost crazy, and he was furious: "You two bastards , We are launching a shooting case, please respect people!"

Martin met Bruce, regardless of whether he could hit him or not, and fired three shots casually at the place where the sound came from.

After the gunshot, there was no sound.

Victor discovered an embarrassing thing at this time. The angle he was in was really good for hiding, but he couldn't retreat. Once he came out, he was immediately exposed to the opponent's shooting range.

Bruce took the AR rifle from Martin, looking for an opportunity.

Martin took the pistol and guarded the back. Helen rushed over and said, "Call 911. The police are probably here."

Holding the DV in one hand, Helen took out her mobile phone and dialed 911. After a few words, the call was quickly transferred to the highest command staff of LAPD in Burbank Middle School.

"I'm Bill Bratton from the LAPD, please tell me who you are."

"Warner TV reporter Helen Koner." After Helen finished speaking, Martin simply took out the phone and said, "Martin Davis, yes! That's the actor who held a promotional event here today."

"What's the situation over there?"

"Me and the bodyguard are confronting a gunman?" Martin asked, "Do you know how many gunmen there are?"

The other side replied: "I'm sure there are three people."

Martin breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Except for the confrontational shooter, we subdued one person, seriously injured one, and the remaining one is confronting us at the corner of the trident in the player tunnel."

It was quite surprising over there. Before our LAPD was dispatched, you solved more than half of it? Bill Bratton asked, "Are you sure?"

Martin said solemnly: "Sure!"

Bill Bratton said: "Don't hang up, keep in touch."

He immediately called the person in charge of SWAT and asked them to attack immediately. If they didn't go up, they wouldn't even be able to get the final kill and credit.

Soon, Bratton's voice rang again on the phone: "We will attack in three minutes, and help attract the attention of the gangsters."

Bruce held the AR firmly in the corner.

There is no danger at all now. Martin will live in Los Angeles for a long time in the future. It is necessary to have a good relationship with the LAPD. AR rifle."

Just as Victor was about to rush out, Bruce shot a few times, scaring him back again.

There were automatic rifles on the opposite side, and Martin and Bruce didn't want to take any chances.

Martin counted the time, and shouted, "Hey, man, there are three of you here, aren't you? Good news for you, those two bastards are all on the street, and I got them all down! Know why they have Can a gun not beat me? Because I am the leader of the Coke God Cult, and I can control Coke to attack."

The bad guy made a bad move: "The biggest guy who uses AR wants to shoot me. I do it casually, and dozens of bottles of Coke fly up. The head explodes, the bottom explodes, and he hits the street directly! And Sergey, do you know how he is now? He has a bottle of Coke in his mouth and a bottle of Coke in his buttocks, he is as happy as in heaven!"

Helen was stunned, what is the Coke God Cult? Instead, she saw Martin smash the head of the convenience store gangster with Coke...

Martin yelled again: "Hide your mouth and ass, Coke is coming!"

"Sergey! Andrei!" Viktor shouted vigorously, but no one answered. He shouted almost frantically, "I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!"

bang bang bang—

Gunshots sounded from the player tunnel, and Victor, who was holding a rifle, was beaten into a hornet's nest by the SWATs.

Bruce said: "LAPD is here, cooperate with them."

Martin threw away the pistol, wiped off the blood on his face, turned on the phone and said, "Your operation was successful. My partners and I are hiding behind the corner on the left. Don't accidentally injure us."

Bratton said, "Don't worry, they'll pass right away."

At this time, Helen turned off the DV, removed the small storage disk, and stuffed it vertically in front of her chest, sandwiched between the two big lumps.

Then, I took out a new storage disk from my pocket, installed it on the DV, and restarted the camera to shoot.

She found Martin looking this way, and winked at Martin.

Martin gave her a thumbs up off-camera, as if he hadn't seen anything, and turned back again.

Bruce dropped the AR rifle and raised his hand.

The dense footsteps came from far to near, and several SWATs turned around.

Martin turned on his phone and shouted, "I'm Martin Davis..."

One of the masked men said, "Man, thanks."

Martin pointed to the back: "There was a gangster who was shot over there. He probably didn't die. I tied him up. There was a convenience store further ahead. Another gangster was in the store. I tied him up."

The masked man was quite surprised: "You did it."

Martin shrugged: "Good luck."

More LAPD and medical staff rushed in, and someone came to help the three of Martin check.

Martin was uninjured except for a small gash cut on his hand by a shard of a glass bottle.

Bruce is fine.

Helen's body was just a few bumps, not even injuries.

A police supervisor from LAPD came over and politely invited the three of Martin outside.

The entire campus has been blocked layer by layer by the LAPD, neither to allow the gangsters to escape, nor to allow journalists to easily enter.

Helen has been following Martin, and the DV in her hand was confiscated by LAPD as evidence.

Martin was sitting in the back of a car, and paramedics were coming to treat his wound.

"Thank you, I'm fine, just a skin injury." Martin pointed to the basketball court: "There are many people over there who need help more than me."

The medical staff nodded, picked up the medicine box and ran towards the basketball court.

Bruce came over with cotton wool, purified water, and povidone iodine, and sterilized Martin's wound.

At this time, there was a stretcher carrying the body outside, Helen looked over there, and was terrified: "The rest of my life!"

She looked at Martin: "Because of you, I took my life back."

Martin was not polite: "In this case, Helen, please say something nice for me on the news."

But Helen replied solemnly: "Martin, you are a hero!"

I just finished writing, only checked it once, and pointed out if there are many typos. That's it for today, no more. With tears in his arms, he begged for monthly tickets and tips.