America gains both fame and fortune

Chapter 471 Life or death
"what sound?"

Hearing the gunshots, Blanco, the person in charge of Cartier men's watches, did not pay attention and asked his assistant who was also in the car: "I remember there is no gunfight scene in the script, right?"

The assistant kept shaking his head. This was a commercial, how could there be a gun fight scene?
Then the gunshots rang out again. Blanco felt something was wrong, so he opened the car door and got out, shouting, "Where are you shooting? Where are you shooting?"

Just across from him, a man with a bear-like neck tattoo opened a long briefcase and took out a black gun.

The most common AR rifle in the United States!

Blanco is a Frenchman. Without any hesitation, he used his ancestral skills, took out a white handkerchief from his pocket, and ran behind the car while waving it.

The tattooed man ignored Blanco, picked up the gun, held the earphones in his ears, and ran.

The boss Victor's roar came from the headset: "The first plan failed, now implement the second plan!"

The first set is to capture them alive, and the second set is naturally to kill them on the spot.

Boris had promised the four of them privately that if the first plan failed, he would give them another $3 million if they could get rid of Martin Davis.

This money is enough for them to risk their lives.

The tattooed man hid next to the bus stop billboard as the crowd dispersed.

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"Leo, Jack!" Martin held the gun in both hands, crouched low, and shouted, "Go back, hide, hide quickly, their target is me, stay away from me! Stay away!"

Bruce ignored the two guys and pulled Martin towards the Ford.

That car was the nearest cover.

No one knew if there were any Russians around.

Nicholson was knowledgeable and had already reacted. He knew that he and Leonardo would only become a burden if they followed Martin, so he turned around and ran towards the trailer.

Leonardo hurriedly followed. The man who could run 11 meters in seconds was not exaggerating. He surpassed Nicholson after only running five or six meters.

But he did not abandon his old friends, just as Martin asked them to leave quickly when they were in danger.

Leonardo reached out and grabbed Nicholson's hand, dragging him forward.

The two of them held hands and wandered around the world.

The gunshots rang out again without warning.

bang bang bang-

Amid the sound of automatic rifle fire, leaves in the roadside green belts flew everywhere and branches broke one after another.

The gunman ignored Leonardo and Nicholson and targeted Martin.

Martin dove into the side of the car and hid behind the tire.

Bruce reached into the car, pulled out the AR rifle, threw it to Martin, and shouted, "Go to the front of the car, just like you do in your daily training!"

Just as he finished speaking, there was a bang of gunfire, and the windshield of the Ford was completely shattered, with more than a dozen bullet holes appearing on the hood of the car.

Martin put away his pistol, picked up his rifle, caught a magazine thrown by Old Bull and put it in his trouser pocket, shouting: "Old Bull, it's the damn Russians, they are here to take revenge on us!"

Bruce opened the car door, found the AR, pointed the gun forward, and fired several shots in succession.

He said, "Don't die, asshole! I don't want to go to your funeral!"

Martin nodded: "We must live! We must live!"

Either you die or I live!
Leonardo's 11-meter time of seconds was not an exaggeration. In just a short while, he dragged Nicholson to the trailer.

Nicholson felt his blood pressure soaring and his heart was about to jump out of his mouth, but without taking a breath, he took out his cell phone and dialed 911, shouting: "Santa Monica Old Pier, we are being attacked by armed robbers, do you hear the gunshots? I am Jack Nicholson, and here are Martin Davis and Leonardo, the one from Titanic! And a bunch of billionaires..."

Before he finished the call, he couldn't catch his breath and sat down on the ground.

Leonardo exercises regularly and is in good physical condition. He also took out his cell phone and made a call, but he did not call 911, but the deputy director he knew well: "Martin and I were attacked by a dozen gunmen at the old Santa Monica Pier..."

Nicholson took a breath and looked around. He found that the small building of the dock management office was relatively high. He pulled Leonardo and said, "Go up there, quickly. It's high up there and you can see clearly!"

The two ran over there again.

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Screams were heard one after another from the other side, and even the slowest tourists, movie fans and reporters all realized that this was not a movie shoot, but a gunfight!
There were too many people and it was too disorderly. The Russians were mixed in with them and it was impossible to distinguish them. It would be very troublesome to launch a sudden attack.

Martin couldn't raise his gun and shoot all these people, so he could only shout: "Go! Go! Don't stay here!"

At this moment, the essence of the drama queen still exists: "Their target is me, you guys should leave quickly, it's dangerous to stay here! Go quickly!"

The crowd dispersed. The fans listened to Martin's words and as Americans, they did not panic when encountering a shooting. They first found a safe place to hide.

Some reporters ran away, but some did not.

There were even a few reporters who wanted to run towards Martin with cameras in their hands.

But the sound of gunfire made them lie on the ground again.

At this moment, these people thought of a reporter named Helen.

A young reporter from Warner TV became famous overnight because he filmed the Burbank Middle School incident and photographed Martin.

Not only did she win the Pulitzer Prize, she also had her own hit show, "The Helen Show," and became a figure on par with Ellen DeGeneres.

Isn’t your future and destiny determined by your life?
They were lying on the ground, but their cameras were raised desperately. Some reporters went to shoot the Ford van, while others went to shoot the other side of the car, trying to capture the gunmen.

Several other quick-witted reporters hurriedly went around, trying to get to a position where they could take a picture of Martin's situation from behind the car.

Not far from them, Boris's bodyguards were among some tourists. When the gunshots rang out and Martin yelled, all the tourists ran away, leaving him alone standing near the isolation zone.

Because they were mixed in with the tourists and were prepared to launch a surprise attack, the bodyguards did not carry guns.

He glanced over to the car and saw Martin's moving figure, and immediately pulled out his pistol.

Almost at the same time, Martin also spotted the lone tourist, the butt of his AR resting on his shoulder.

bang bang bang-

Gunshots rang out, and bullets were fired from the bodyguard's pistol and Martin's rifle.

There was a distance of nearly thirty meters between the two sides, and the pistol bullets hit the carriage near Martin.

Martin fired five consecutive rifle bullets, hitting the opponent's chest and abdomen, without missing a single one.

At such a distance and with such power of the rifle, there was no way the bodyguard could escape and he fell limply to the ground.

After the fight, Martin quickly hid behind the car engine and curled his body against the tire.

Amid the dense gunfire, the front of the car and the ground where he had just been were hit by at least a dozen bullets.

For a moment, ricochets flew everywhere.

Martin was lucky enough that the bullet didn't ricochet off of him.

But the gunshots also scared away passers-by, and four gunmen appeared.

One of them shouted in an awkward English accent: "Martin Davis, the fight will not end until you are dead!"

Martin did not make a sound foolishly. Instead, he quietly extended the muzzle of the gun, pointed it in the direction where the sound came from, and pulled the trigger.

After several consecutive gunshots, the sound from the other side stopped.

Then, more frequent gunfire rang out, and Martin shrank back again.

He noticed that several reporters had come to a parallel place several dozen meters away. They set up cameras and aimed them at this side.

Martin made a few gestures over there, wanting to ask about the situation of those bandits.

These people may not have understood, or may not have cared, and were only focused on filming, not paying any attention to him.

Leonardo and Nicholson climbed to the roof of the second floor of the small building of the dock management office, and had a panoramic view of the dock tourist area.

Four men in black were approaching the Ford car, using a two-by-two cross-covering method.

Once they get close, Martin and Bruce will be attacked from both sides.

Nicholson knew the situation was urgent, so he said to Leonardo, "I want to remind Martin, stay away and don't show your head."

After that, he shouted at the top of his voice: "Martin, be careful, they are attacking in a cross-cover manner, there is one person on your left and one on your right, and they are less than fifty meters away!"

Nicholson is an excellent actor. During his decades-long acting career, he has learned a lot of strange things for the purpose of acting, and he also knows some tactical terms.

He saw four armed robbers and shouted at the top of his lungs: "There is one at each of your positions at 10 o'clock, 12 o'clock, 1 o'clock, and 3 o'clock. The closest one is only meters away."

Leonardo cursed: "LAPD, those bastards, why haven't they come yet?"

In the distance, Boris, who didn't speak fluent English but could understand, heard someone reminding Martin and yelling in Russian: "Kirilenko, Sergey, cover! Nicholas, follow me."

If I miss this opportunity, I may never have another chance to avenge my son and grandson.

Boris, who is over 60 years old, has made up his mind this time.

The two ARs fired bang bang bang, suppressing Martin and Bruce.

Boris and Nicholas circled from both sides, like the two sides of a crab claw, ready to clamp the enemy to death.

Martin heard the warning from above and estimated the approximate location. He knew that if they continued like this, they might face a more difficult situation before the LAPD arrived.

Or if we don’t wait for LAPD to arrive, we’ll be doomed!
Martin yelled, "Old Bull, cover me!"

Bruce lay on the ground, stretched out his hand slightly, aimed in the direction where the gunshot came from, and pulled the trigger of the AR.

Hot brass shell casings popped out one by one.

Martin had faced a similar situation at Burbank High School and knew that if he wanted to survive, he couldn't rely on the LAPD and could only fight for his life.

He took advantage of the fact that the gunfire from the opposite side was slightly suppressed by Old Bull, and rushed out with his back crouched, just like he had practiced for the filming of John Wick: Chapter 6, and jumped behind the concrete base of the billboard.

Changing his position, Martin saw the target.

He raised the AR rifle in his hand, and just as he had been trained for more than five years, he instantly locked the crosshairs on a gunman and pulled the trigger.

Bang bang bang!
Sergei, whose attention was drawn to Bruce, was hiding behind the bus platform and shooting to cover Boris.

The bullet came from the front and side, hitting the platform billboard, the metal pillar, and Sergei who was hiding behind the billboard.

Martin emptied the magazine in one breath, and four of the dozen bullets hit the target.

Sergei fell to the ground without making a sound.

Martin ran out again as nimble as a monkey and hid behind the front of a mobile vendor's vehicle.

There were strange screams coming from the opposite side, and amid the dense gunfire, Martin only felt the mobile vehicle shaking violently.

I don't know how many bullets hit the two cars, and a piece of hamburger flew out and hit Martin on the head.

(End of this chapter)