America gains both fame and fortune

Chapter 202 You Are a Hero
In the convenience store, everyone stared blankly at Martin as he ran out to rescue a follower, not knowing what to say.

Elizabeth opened her mouth, but she never said the word Martin. She wiped the tears from her face and had only one thought in her mind: this is a man!
In order to save people, he chose to hide as close to the criminals as possible, and when the opportunity came, he jumped out without hesitation and subdued the criminals in one fell swoop.

If this is not called a man, there are no men in the world!
Elizabeth will never forget this day.

"It's over, I'm done." Blake has become the ultimate bootlicker, shouting in his heart: "She's pretty, she's got a good figure, she's got the ability, and she's so manly!"

She secretly overturned her previous perception: "Leonardo is nothing compared to Martin. He is just a vase at best! Martin is my ultimate idol!"

As we all know, super bootlickers have only one idea about their idols.

The others were also very grateful to Martin. Without Martin, 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 realized that today is going to be a huge news that will explode across the United States.

She even saw a Pulitzer Prize beckoning.

If you don't try now, when will you wait?
Many journalists are crazy.

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

Several helicopters belonging to news reporters and the LAPD were circling low.

The LAPD's SWAT bomb-proof vehicle drove into the campus.

Inside the basketball hall.

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, a shotgun blast rang out.

Bruce immediately turned the gun around and pointed it in the direction he came from.

At the corner, Victor paused shooting and shouted, "Sergei, come here quickly, there is a bastard in the corner, let's attack him from the front and back."

"Coming!" The voice came with madness, and Sergei ran along the curved corridor.

Victor raised his rifle and shouted as he fired, "I'm on it!"

Bruce had to turn around and shoot to suppress Victor.

Martin ran all the way with a gun in his hand. Old Bull was his true brother in life and death!
The sound of wind rang in his ears, the corridor kept moving backwards, Martin ran at the speed of a 100-meter sprint, and finally saw a figure in front of him holding a shotgun and wearing a tactical vest.

He didn't even look at the bleeding body on the ground.

At this moment, Martin only has Old Bull in his mind!

Sergei was running forward, not paying attention to what was behind him.

Martin stopped. He didn't have the shooting skills to hit the target while running at full speed.

So, he leaned against the outside wall, the butt of his AR against his shoulder, his rapid breathing subsiding slightly, and took aim at the man in front of him.

Just as Sergei was about to raise his shotgun, Martin pulled the trigger.

bang bang bang-

Three shots in succession, each one hitting Sergei's back!

Even though Sergei was wearing a bulletproof vest, at such a close distance, the huge kinetic energy of the bullet would have knocked him to the ground, with blood flowing from his mouth and nose.

Martin shouted, "Old Bull, it's me, leave it to me!"

"Don't fucking die, bastard!" Brew's unique greeting rang out.

Martin felt relieved when he heard Old Bull's voice: "You idiot, if I hadn't rushed over, your ass would have exploded!"

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

"I only smell a bad odor!" Martin said this, but he did not relax at all. He pointed the gun at Sergei on the ground and approached slowly.

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

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

She turned around slowly holding the DV.

Martin glanced at her quickly, ignored her, and moved closer to Sergei, kicking the shotgun away, pulling out his pistol and throwing it away.

Having seen too many counterattacks in movies, even though Sergei was seriously injured and unconscious, he still untied Sergei's shoelaces, twisted his hands, and tied them behind his back.

“Sergei, Sergei!” Victor heard the gunshot from AR and called Sergei but no one answered. The two disgusting bastards on the other side were flirting with each other, which made him almost crazy. He was furious: “You two bastards, we are launching a shooting, please respect others!”

Martin joined Bruce and, without caring whether he could hit the target or not, he fired three shots at the direction where the sound came from.

After the gunshots, there was no sound from the other side.

Victor then discovered an embarrassing thing. The angle he was in was indeed good for hiding, but he could not retreat. Once he came out, he would be immediately exposed to the opponent's shooting range.

Bruce took the AR rifle from Martin and looked for an opportunity.

Martin took the gun, stood guard behind him, and said to Helen who followed him, "Call 911. The police are probably here."

Helen held the DV in one hand and took out her cell phone with the other and dialed 911. After a few brief words, the call was quickly transferred to the LAPD's highest commander at Burbank Middle School.

"I'm Bill Bratton with the LAPD, please identify yourself."

"Helen Corner, a reporter from Warner TV." After Helen finished speaking, Martin simply took the phone and said, "Martin Davis, yes! He is the actor who is holding a promotional event here today."

"What's going on over there?" "My bodyguard and I are confronting a gunman?" Martin asked, "Do you know how many gunmen there are?"

The reply came from the other side: "Three people confirmed."

Martin breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Except for the gunmen in the confrontation, we subdued one and seriously injured one. The remaining one is confronting us at the corner of the three-way intersection of the player tunnel."

They were quite surprised. You solved most of the problems before our LAPD was dispatched. Bill Bratton asked, "Are you sure?"

Martin said solemnly: "Sure!"

Bill Bratton said: "Don't hang up the phone, stay connected."

He immediately called the head of SWAT and asked them to launch an immediate attack, otherwise they would not be able to get the last kill and credit.

Soon, Bratton's voice sounded on the phone again: "We will attack in three minutes. Help attract the attention of the criminals."

Bruce held the corner firmly with AR in hand.

There is no danger now. Martin will live in Los Angeles for a long time in the future, so it is necessary to have a good relationship with the LAPD. He agreed immediately: "I will find a way to distract the criminal's attention. Be careful, he has a rapid-fire AR rifle in his hand."

Just as Victor was about to rush out, Bruce fired a few shots and scared him back.

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

Martin calculated that the time was about right, and shouted, "Hey, man, there are three of you, right? I have good news for you. Those two bastards are both defeated by me! Do you know why they can't beat me even though they have guns? Because I am the leader of the Coke Cult, and I can control Coke to launch attacks."

Bad guys use bad tactics: "The biggest guy with the AR actually tried to shoot me. I just shot him with dozens of bottles of Coke flying up, hitting his head and his butt. He fell to the ground! And Sergei, do you know how he is now? He has a bottle of Coke in his mouth and a bottle of Coke in his butt. He is so happy that he seems to be in heaven!"

Helen was stunned. What on earth was the Coke Cult? She saw Martin smash the convenience store robber's head with Coke...

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

"Sergei! Andrei!" Victor shouted, but no one answered. He shouted almost madly: "I will kill you! I will kill you!"

bang bang bang-

Gunshots rang out from the player tunnel, and Victor, who was holding a rifle, was shot like a hornet's nest by the SWAT team.

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

Martin threw away the gun, wiped the blood off his face, turned on his phone and said, "Your operation was successful. My friends and I are hiding behind the left corner. Don't get hurt by mistake."

Bratton said: "Don't worry, they will be there soon."

Helen then turned off the DV, removed the small storage disk, and stuffed it vertically into her chest, sandwiched between the two lumps.

Then, he took out a new storage disk from his pocket, installed it on the DV, and restarted the camera to start filming.

She noticed Martin looking over here and winked at him.

Martin gave her a thumbs up off camera, as if he saw nothing, and turned back.

Bruce dropped the AR and raised his hands.

The sound of dense footsteps came from afar and several SWAT officers turned around.

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

One of the masked men said, "Thanks, man."

Martin pointed to the back and said, "There's a gangster who was shot over there. He should not be dead. I tied him up. There's a convenience store further ahead. Another gangster is in the store. I tied him up."

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

Martin shrugged: "Good luck."

More LAPD and medical personnel rushed in, and others came to help check on Martin and the other two.

Martin suffered no other injuries except a small cut on his hand caused by a piece of broken glass.

Bruce is nothing.

Helen only had some bumps and bruises on her body, not even injuries.

An LAPD inspector came over and politely invited Martin and the other two to go outside.

The entire campus has been blocked off by the LAPD, preventing the criminals from escaping and journalists from coming in easily.

Helen followed Martin all the time, and the DV in her hand was confiscated by LAPD as evidence.

Martin was sitting in the back of a car as medical staff came to treat his wounds.

"Thank you, I'm fine, just a minor injury." Martin pointed to the basketball court and said, "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 brought cotton wool, purified water and iodine and disinfected Martin's wound.

At this time, a stretcher was carrying a body out. Helen looked over there and was terrified: "Survived a disaster!"

She looked at Martin and said, "Because of you, I am able to survive."

Martin said bluntly: "In that case, Helen, please say something good about me in the news."

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

Just finished writing, only checked once, if there are many typos, please point them out. That's it for today, no more. With tears in my eyes, I beg for monthly tickets and rewards.

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