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Chapter 472 I need to be seriously injured

Martin shook off the hamburger crumbs, changed the magazine as quickly as possible, and made an OK gesture to Bruce who was behind the Ford.

At this time, Nicholson's heart-wrenching shout came from the small building of the dock management office: "3 o'clock position! 3 o'clock position!"

With the help of his companions' cover, Nicholas, who was advancing, heard the shouting, but he could not understand English and continued to run quickly.

Because Martin was so overwhelmed by Boris that he couldn't even raise his head.

But Martin fell down and lay on the ground, just as Jonathan did in the filming.

Sure enough, he saw two big feet!
Martin aimed and shot. Blood spurted out of Big Foot and a man fell to the ground with a scream.

He was a middle-aged man with a beard, and he was still holding the gun tightly in his hand even after being injured.

Martin had done similar training many times before filming "John Wick". He didn't even have to think about it. It was purely muscle memory. As soon as the muzzle of the gun moved slightly, his fingers would automatically tighten.

bang bang bang-

After three consecutive shots, Nicholas' head exploded like a watermelon.

Martin drew back hastily.

Boris lowered the muzzle of his gun and fired repeatedly at the bottom of the mobile vehicle.

But he is over 60 years old, and he is old. He is not as sci-fi as Stallone in The Expendables, who gets better at fighting as he gets older.

Physical functions and reaction speed are slower than those of young people.

Moreover, today they are using AR, which is not very convenient, instead of the AK they are used to.

Martin shrank back and hid behind the wheel where the engine was. He didn't know how many bullets fell near the bottom of the car and hit the stone road.

For a moment, ricochets flew everywhere, some of them landed on the car chassis and even caused secondary refraction.

Suddenly, Martin was hit by something on the outside of his left leg. There was a cracking sound and he smelled the burnt smell of rubber under high temperature.

His leg started to hurt, so he quickly felt around and pulled out a Nokia 1100 from his left trouser pocket.
This is the one Nicholson gave to Martin for secret liaison.

Martin couldn't tell whether he was lucky or unlucky. A ricochet bullet, which may have refracted multiple times, flew past the front tire and hit the outside of his left leg, just hitting the Nokia phone. The bullet did not have enough power to completely penetrate the phone and got stuck inside it.

The few bullets that were exposed also injured Martin's leg.

The injury is not serious, just an ordinary skin injury, which is completely tolerable.

The gunfire from the opposite side stopped for a moment, and Martin turned to the front of the car, raised his gun, and fired continuously.

Boris ducked behind another mobile cart selling iced drinks.

Another gunman, who was hiding behind decorative rocks on the side of the road, was also pinned down by Bruce.

Now it becomes 2V2!

Martin had only one magazine left in his rifle, and he rushed out from behind the car without hesitation.

I just saw it clearly, the Russian guy opposite is an old guy!
Martin quickly changed his position, hid behind a thick lamppost, and fired continuously. In the middle, he also fired a few shots at the bottom of the mobile vehicle to prevent the people on the opposite side from imitating him and shooting from under the vehicle.

Just as Boris was about to shoot from under the car, a ricochet bullet hit the chassis and he quickly shrank back.

The gunshots were sparse, and one by one his men died tragically.

Boris gritted his teeth, these were all the elite thugs in his gang!

If you die, you will die, but the enemy on the opposite side is still alive and kicking.

Boris was crazy. He jumped out from the front of the cold drink truck, picked up his AR and started shooting.

After firing more than a dozen shots in succession, he did not find Martin and did not know where the other party was hiding.

In the dense green belt nearby, Martin threw away the AR rifle with empty bullets and took out the pistol he picked up.

An old-school M1911.

When he heard the gunfire stop, Martin immediately stood up, holding a gun with both hands and fired repeatedly at the soda fountain.

However, at a distance of more than ten meters, the M1911 has enough range.

Boris was old but experienced. The moment his gun ran out of bullets, he drew back and pistol bullets hit the hood of the car near him one after another.

A ricochet bullet grazed his arm, and Boris was overwhelmed by the pain and dropped his gun.

As Martin fired, he had already rushed over there, put his big feet on the hood of the cold drink truck, jumped up, and threw the M1911, which was empty of bullets, out like a throwing knife.

This was a trick Jonathan often used when filming John Wick.

Martin had practiced this skill specially, and the heavy pistol hit Boris's head with a bang. The huge force caused Boris to fall backwards, and he sat in a plastic basket filled with bottles of Coke beside the car.

He reacted quickly, picked up the glass bottle of Coke and threw it at Martin.

Throwing things seems easy, but it is a bit difficult to throw things when sitting in such an awkward posture.

Martin jumped off the front of the car, dodged, and picked up the glass bottle of Coke on the window of the cold drink car.

Boris stood up as well, also clutching a glass bottle of Coke.

At the same time, several desperate reporters were running towards them, and everyone realized that huge news was happening.

Perhaps this piece of news can change their fate.

Many tourists and movie fans did not run far away, but went to high places to see what was happening.

They saw how Martin fought back and how he took out the gunmen one by one under extremely unfavorable circumstances.

I saw two people confronting each other while holding glass bottles of Coke.

Some people couldn't help but wonder, is this gangster who came out of nowhere going to challenge Martin, the god of coke, in the way he is best at? Some people hiding on the beach heard the gunfire stop and popped their heads out to watch the fun. Following the reporters' cameras, they found Martin and Boris.

"The LAPD are a bunch of pigs. I will definitely file a complaint against them!"

On the rooftop of the management office building, Leonardo was so anxious that he kept cursing and praying to God, whom he had never believed in: "May God bless Martin!"

Nicholson's heart-wrenching scream just now tore his vocal cords, and now he had difficulty speaking. He stood on the roof and looked at the cold drink truck.

The car body blocked his view from behind, so he couldn't see Martin or the shooter.

In the distance, the sound of sirens could be heard faintly, and an LAPD patrol car was driving towards this side frantically.

But Martin and Boris, who were sitting behind the cold drink truck, could not hear the sirens at all.

At this moment, they only have each other in their eyes!
Either you die or I live!
Boris felt a little regretful. Martin's fighting ability was incredibly strong. His shooting skills and martial arts were better than those of the professional gangsters. If he had known earlier, he should have shot him dead from a distance. Why bother capturing him alive?

But there is no other way to go now.

He snapped, "Go to hell, bastard!"

Martin had no intention of talking at all. He picked up the bottle of Coke and moved forward.

Boris swung the Coke and smashed it on Martin's head.

Martin tensed his arms and rushed forward. The Coke bottle hit his strong arm and was knocked away. He swung the Coke in his other hand and hit Boris on the head.

Boris also reached out to block it!

But one of them is in his twenties and at the peak of his physical strength; the other is in his sixties.

With a snap, Boris' upper arm was broken and he screamed in pain.

When you fight desperately, there is no need for any tricks, you just risk your life!

Martin's left hand was also in pain, but he gritted his teeth and endured it.

After he succeeds in striking, he never gives his opponent any time to breathe.

Martin still followed the old routine, flying up and kicking Boris in the abdomen. He quickly swung out the Coke bottle with his right hand and smashed it on Boris's head with a bang.

Glass shards flew everywhere and blood immediately flowed out. Boris was knocked back two steps and sat down on the ground.

After killing these armed gangsters one after another, Martin's arms and legs were still hurting. He had been aroused by his ferocity and had no intention of holding back.

He stepped forward and kicked Boris in the face.

Boris fell to the ground with five or six teeth flying out of his mouth.

But the ferocious old Russian was still angry and said in awkward English: "Come on, bastard, I will never let you go!"

Martin didn't want to let him go at all. He bent down to pick up the bottle of Coke in the glass frame and threw it out with all his strength.

The total distance was two or three meters, and the head was a big target, so how could he miss?

With a dull thud, the Coke bottle hit Boris on the head.

Martin picked it up again, threw it again, and smashed it again.

He threw bottle after bottle of glass Coke, hitting Boris on the head.

The reporters around moved closer and closer because the gunfire had completely stopped.

Bruce shot and killed the last gunman.

The sirens were getting closer and closer, and the patrol car had already arrived at the dock area.

Martin threw out the last bottle of Coke, saw Bruce making an OK gesture not far away, nodded slightly at him, and finally took a step back and sat on the stone steps.

Boris, who was sitting diagonally opposite, stopped uttering harsh words and only his body kept twitching.

The most courageous reporter was only a dozen meters away from Martin. He controlled the camera, filmed the scene, looked at Martin briefly, and reminded him: "Martin, you are injured."

Martin smiled at him: "You won't die."

At this time, the actor still did not forget to build his character and asked: "My fans, and you, are you okay?"

The reporter said: "Except for the armed robbers, no one else was seen dead."

"Very good, very good." Martin's body shook, swayed a few times, and fell on the steps.

In the distance, a fan wearing a red T-shirt was running towards this side, shouting: "Call an ambulance! Call an ambulance! Martin is injured!"

These words, word for word, reached Martin's ears.

He was just tired, his injury wasn't too serious, but it would be beneficial if the injury was more serious at this moment.

This is an acting opportunity that I risked my life for. It would be a shame to give it up.

Almost crazy sirens sounded and a large number of police cars rushed over. With such a serious shooting case, not only the LAPD but also FBI vehicles came.

"Quick! Over here! Martin was shot and seriously injured!" Martin's fans at the scene shouted loudly, even crying: "Hurry up and send him to the hospital, hurry up and send him to the hospital!"

LAPD immediately took control of the scene and drove away reporters and fans.

The ambulance drove over and several medical staff came down with a stretcher. They checked Martin's condition and put him on the stretcher.

Countless shots captured Martin being injured and entering the ambulance.

Everyone who works in the media knows that this is huge news that will shock the entire United States!
I went back to my hometown yesterday and walked around my relatives’ houses. I wanted to write in the evening, but we had a late dinner at home. I got up at 5:00 this morning and finally finished writing two chapters for today. I’m going to have breakfast and will continue after breakfast. I’ll try to write another chapter today. Please give me a monthly ticket!!!

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