America gains both fame and fortune

Chapter 294 They Killed My Dog
In the morning, Marcus got himself ready and came into the living room, and Daisy and John all ran over.

He poured dog food and water for the dogs, patted their heads and said, "Be good and take care of the house. I will be back before noon and have lunch with you."

The two Labradors circled around him and went to enjoy their breakfast.

Marcus closed the door, got into a pickup truck parked next to the building, and rushed to Sherman Oaks.

Yesterday, he made an appointment with Chad to meet with Martin Davis at the Angels Club this morning.

Marcus takes this very seriously because it determines whether he can change his career and enter the film industry he has always dreamed of.

If you can't be a real actor, you can be a stuntman, action gun instructor, etc.

Marcus has now left the army and no longer wants to do this hard-working job.

Meeting Chad and Martin also gave him a chance to enter Hollywood.

Arriving at Sherman Oscar and entering the Angels Club, Marcus saw Martin, Chad and Bruce, and quickly walked over to shake hands with the three of them one by one.

Kane also came to join in the fun and prepared a meeting room specifically for a few people.

Martin had previously asked Bristol to use his connections to inquire about related matters, which involved an operation codenamed "Red Wings" by the US military.

Combined with Chad's retelling, I basically understood what happened to Marcus.

Chad whispered a few words to Marcus, who understood the importance of this meeting and told Martin in detail about his experience in Afghanistan.

The person involved's description became clearer, and Martin was completely certain that Marcus' experience was extremely similar to a movie he had seen.

It seems to be starring Mark Wahlberg.

I don't have any specific impression of the other actors.

After listening to Marcus's description, Martin looked shocked and said, "I can't feel the impact of your experience in Afghanistan because I have never been there, but based on the events you described, man, you are a legend!"

Marcus smiled and said, "The real legends and heroes should be my three teammates."

Martin further added: "I personally believe that their deeds should be widely spread, and the public and everyone in the United States must know what they have done and what they have contributed to this country."

These words touched Marcus' heart, and he was quite excited: "Martin, do you think this story can be adapted into a movie or TV series? A documentary is also fine! They gave their lives for the country and should not be forgotten."

What is easily obtained is not valuable, Martin is well aware of this truth.

He did not answer immediately, but fell into deep thought, which seemed very difficult.

Marcus added: "I can give you authorization..."

Martin raised his hand to interrupt Marcus: "Wait a moment."

Marcus said nothing more.

Martin stood up and paced back and forth in the reception room, seemingly considering an important decision.

Chad was friends with Marcus and sympathized with his situation, but he knew that he was a member of Martin's team and did not speak for Marcus.

Only Bruce, who knew Martin, knew that Martin had made a decision.

Marcus was a little nervous. He had no connections in Hollywood and only knew two people, Martin and Chad.

After a while, Martin sat down again and said, "Marcus, you and Chad are friends, and Chad is my brother, so there are some things I must say in advance."

Marcus nodded: "Just tell me."

Martin roughly said: "Operating a film project is a very tedious job. Whether it is a real event or an adaptation of other works, it requires a process and requires the cooperation of the participants."

He turned to the matter itself: "The Red Arrow Operation you mentioned is not widely known in North America. After the anti-terrorism war has been going on for several years, the public's attention to Afghanistan is not high. I can attract investment and attention from other film companies because the project I initiated can make them profitable..."

Marcus understood: "I can give you the license for free."

"No, that's not what I mean." Martin had never considered free licensing. Free is the most expensive. "Here's what I'm thinking. Don't push it for movie adaptation yet. I'll find a screenwriter or writer to help you complete the relevant memoirs, and then push it into the book market so that more people can learn about your deeds. You don't have to worry about the movie adaptation issue. As long as we can reach an agreement, my studio will buy the film and television rights to your memoirs in advance."

Chad interrupted at this time: "This is indeed a more reliable way of operation. Many special personnel of the CIA or FBI publish memoirs after retirement. When the memoirs have a certain influence, they will adapt the memoirs into movies."

He also specifically cited an example: "The Cat and Mouse Game, a collaboration between Leonardo DiCaprio and Spielberg, is a typical example."

Marcus knew the film and said, "Sure." He emphasized again, "You don't have to pay me. I just want my teammates..."

People's ideas change. Martin didn't want to cause trouble in the later stage because of this little expense in the early stage, so he said: "We are friends. Friendship is friendship, and business cooperation is business cooperation."

Marcus responded: "I'll listen to you."

Martin asked, "Do you have any relevant information on Afghanistan so that I can find a suitable ghostwriter?"

"I have quite a few at home." Marcus looked at Martin and then at Chad. Although he had spent a lot of time in the military, he understood the ways of the world and took the initiative to invite him, "There's a great restaurant near where I live. Why don't you come with me to get the information? And give me a chance to treat you to express my gratitude."

Martin had nothing to do these two days, so he said, "Sorry to bother you then."

The few of them chatted for a while, then left the club together and headed for Santa Monica.

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South of Santa Monica, four black men drove a stolen car and parked it on the side of the road.

"The one with the red tiles on the roof, Edmund, is it?" Bald Alfonso asked, "Is this a suitable target?"

Edmund stretched out his big flowered arm and pointed over there: "Boss, I will never be wrong, Aix can prove it!"

Axe was a short man with a Magnum revolver on his waist. "That man had just moved here from another place. He was not from Los Angeles. Edmund and I saw with our own eyes that he brought a lot of boxes with him. They seemed to contain valuables."

Alfonso asked again, "Are you sure what's in the boxes?" "Not sure." Axe said, "According to the movers, all the boxes are locked with combination locks. Who would lock ordinary things?"

Alfonso nodded: "Okay, let's do him a favor!"

Diaz, who had been silent, said, "Boss, all the houses here have back doors. I suggest you go through the back door."

Alfonso started the car and drove past the target house, asking, "Does he have a dog at home?"

Edmund spoke first: "Not when we moved, I can be sure of that."

Alfonso felt relieved and drove around to the back door of the target house.

He didn't turn off the engine or get out of the car. He waved his hand over there and said, "Hurry up, I'll meet you in the car."

Diaz got out of the car first, followed by Axel and Edmund, who climbed over the wall formed by the green belt. Edmund pried open the lock of the back door without much effort and entered the house first.

Axel and Diaz followed, and just after they took a few steps forward, they heard a dog barking.

The former immediately pulled out his Magnum revolver.

Two Labradors ran out of the living room and barked at Edmund and the other two.

The male dog John was more aggressive and pounced on Edmund.

Seeing such a big dog rushing towards them, Axel and Diaz raised their revolvers at the same time.

Bang bang bang gunshots rang out!
John was shot in the head, screamed, and fell at Edmund's feet.

A bullet hit Daisy in the neck, and the bitch screamed and ran away.

He ran not far before he fell down.

"hurry up!"

The three men were very brave. After firing the gun, they did not leave immediately. Instead, they went into the living room to look for the box the mover mentioned. "Hurry up and find the valuables! Hurry!"

As soon as Diaz finished shouting, the sound of a high-powered pickup truck was heard from the front yard. It seemed that someone had returned, and there was more than one car!

One person, they don't care.

But if there are more people, it is better to leave first.

Edmund rushed faster than anyone else and ran just as fast: "The people are back, let's go! Let's go!"

The three of them didn't care about anything else and ran towards the back door.

He rushed out the door, jumped into the car, and urged Alfonso: "Boss, let's go!"

At the front door, five people in two cars heard gunshots as they approached the house Marcus rented.

The experienced Bruce immediately judged: "The sound of a Magnum revolver!"

The pickup truck in front screeched to a stop, and Marcus, Kane, and Chad jumped out, each holding an M9, and rushed into the yard.

Bruce also pulled out his gun and got out of the car slowly.

Martin followed carefully at the back, a Glock tightly in his hand.

Marcus, who was at the front, shouted, "Daisy, John!"

no respond.

He opened the door and slipped in. There was no one in the room, but there was a pungent smell of blood.

"Daisy!" Marcus' roar spread outside, carrying with it great pain.

Kane, Chad and Bruce followed in, with Martin still at the end.

In the living room, a Labrador named Daisy was lying in a pool of blood, unresponsive.

Marcus was heartbroken. He closed Daisy's eyes and ran to the back door again. Then he saw the body of another Labrador, John.

The dog had been shot in the head.

"Ah! Ah-"

Marcus raised his head and roared, venting the pain in his heart.

Chad, who also has a dog, roughly understood the mood and whispered, "Damn it!"

Marcus gently touched the wound on John's head, closed its eyes, and stood up.

Martin suggested, “Call the police.”

Marcus nodded and said to Kane, "Call the police for me."

He turned and walked towards the kitchen, and came to the storage room, where there was a table connected to the surveillance cameras of the front and back doors.

Marcus called up the surveillance video, stepped back to check, then took out a box, clicked the combination lock, took out a tactical vest and put it on, took out two M9s and magazines, and inserted them on the vest.

"Calm down, man!" Martin advised.

Marcus said, "They killed my dog!"

(It is said that this was the earliest creative origin of John Wick: Chapter 11, but I don’t know if it’s true or not.)
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