Extracting skills from movies

Meanwhile, in a parking lot not far from the ferry port.

Lodis and his partner are making final preparations.

The two had already changed into 'secret agent outfits' and disguised themselves as members of the Bajiquan Association.

They look no different from ordinary fans.

In the multi-purpose vehicle next to them, Japel and the driver took out two M77 semi-automatic rifles from a piano case, carefully inspected the magazines, barrels and other key components, and placed them by the door after confirming that everything was in order.

Then they each took out their pistols and checked them one by one.

Lodis muttered to himself as he flexed his wrists:
"I can take him down single-handedly, why make it so complicated?"

Japel replied coldly:
"Stop arguing and follow instructions."

Lodis twisted and turned, feeling like he was in top form.

He thought to himself, Du Sheng on the screen is indeed fierce, and the media has also hyped up his ring battles as if they were something special, but isn't the greatest skill of these big stars just acting?
How powerful can they be if they actually fight?

He had seen the video of the Mandela school shooting and thought those people were nothing special.

He's fine for bullying thugs and hooligans, but what if he runs into a real, bloodthirsty wolf like him?
Ha ha.

Japel patted the shoulder of the burly black man beside him and said:

"Remember, you two are responsible for the frontal assault. If it involves hostages, the leader must be alive."

Lodis grinned:
"Don't worry, we'll leave him with a breath left."

Kidnapping? We're very familiar with this tactic.

Japel then said to the driver:
"You'll drive to pick us up in a bit, be ready to evacuate at any time."

The driver nodded:

"I will notify you immediately if there is any disturbance."

Japel holstered his pistol and dialed a number:

"Boss, we're ready."

On the other end of the phone, Danor was standing by the ferry port, looking at the crowd in the direction of the theater in the distance, and said in a low voice:
"They're starting to enter over there, let's get started."

Japel hung up the phone and gave an order:
"GOGOGO!"

The driver stepped on the gas, and the car shot off like an arrow.

Lodis excitedly waved his arms and shouted encouragement in Mosaic:

“Viva! Viva!”

On one side is the tourist area by the port, and on the other side is a bustling commercial street with bright lights and lively crowds.

The driver stepped on the brakes, and Japel sat in the passenger seat, her eyes fixed on the dressing van in front of her.

Soon, four people appeared.

The first one to come down was Du Sheng, the target they had been watching for several days.

"Go around to that side."

Japel gave the instructions in a low voice.

The driver turned the steering wheel, and the truck slowly drove past several ice cream trucks on the side of the road, looking relaxed and ordinary.

The car gradually approached the red carpet area of ​​the theater.

Most of the moviegoers and media reporters at the scene were kept a dozen meters away by the guardrail, and no one paid attention to the "delivery" truck.

After the driver brought the car to a complete stop, Japel opened the car door and jumped out:
"Do it!"

Lodis and the burly black man jumped out of the car through the back door with swift movements.

At this moment, a theater staff member walked over, frowning, and said:
"This is the activity area; loading and unloading are not allowed here."

Japel walked over with a smile and said in a relaxed tone:

"We are disciples of the Du family. We rarely come here, so we'll just sign our names and leave."

The staff looked at them suspiciously, then at Lodis, who was dressed as a secret agent, and the muscular black man.

Thinking that there were quite a few people dressed similarly here today, I didn't think much of it.

Lodis spotted Du Sheng walking towards the red carpet from afar, preparing to sign autographs for fans and pose for photos with the media, and immediately hurried forward:

"I'll leave as soon as I get the autograph!"

The staff tried to stop him, but Lodis suddenly shoved them aside and ran towards Du Sheng.

The burly, dark-skinned man followed behind, but he was a beat slower and fell a few steps behind.

Japel followed closely behind, one hand already stealthily reaching for the holster under his arm.

At this moment, Du Sheng stopped, preparing to face the camera.

Many photographers have already started focusing and shooting, with flashes going off everywhere.

Despite the unusual noise, his five senses were extraordinary.

I vaguely sensed something was wrong.

Turning my head, I saw three men dressed as secret agents rushing towards me.

Then, the staff member was knocked to the ground and struggled to get up.

"Ok?"

In an instant, alarm bells rang in Du Sheng's mind.

He knew that some die-hard fans could really do outrageous things.

Besides, this is the famous 'Los Angeles'.

Lodis, who was running ahead, shouted:

"Du! We finally made it in, could you please give us an autograph?"

Du Sheng narrowed his eyes, staring at their waists without saying a word.

Behind him, Ma Yaowei quickly moved forward, overtaking Quentin Tarantino and Leonardo DiCaprio, who had just appeared, and his hand was already on his waist.

The two were only a dozen meters apart, and Lodis rushed up to them in a few steps.

He was holding a pen and a sketchbook, but the moment he got close, he revealed the real treasure hidden inside!

"careful!"

Ma Yaowei loudly reminded everyone.

But there were many people at the scene, and bullets have no eyes.

Almost at the same time, Lodis swung his knife and stabbed!

He was full of confidence that this one strike would render his opponent incapable of resistance, allowing him to instantly take control of the situation.

But the next second, his wrist felt as if it were being clamped by iron clamps, and he couldn't move it.

Although Du Sheng hasn't been boxing lately, his kung fu skills haven't been wasted!

He kicked out with his right leg, aiming straight for the man's most vulnerable spot!
"boom!"

Before Lodis could react, he was kicked squarely.

There was a "crack" sound, like an egg tart breaking.

Lodis screamed in agony, his bayonet fell from his hand and landed on the ground, tears and snot streaming down his face, his legs buckling and he was about to kneel down.

But Du Sheng's attack wasn't over yet!

He threw a powerful right punch, aiming straight for Lodis's heart!

The sound was muffled, and Lodis's screams stopped abruptly, his face turning as red as purple.

Immediately afterwards, Du Sheng struck again, smashing his fist into Lodis's face!

His nose broke on the spot, and an unknown liquid splattered from one of his eyes; the scene was extremely shocking.

If I hadn't wanted to avoid making things too messy and revealing my secret, I could have sent him flying with just one punch.

As Lodis staggered and fell to the ground, Du Sheng pushed off with his toes and charged like a cheetah toward the burly black man who had just drawn his weapon to cooperate.

He raised his knee and struck the opponent squarely in the abdomen.

This move is a classic action from "Twelve-Road Tan Leg" - a spring kick to the abdomen.

His movements were clean and swift, and his strength was immense, knocking his opponent bent over and exhaling.

Just when the black man was about to give up, Japel suddenly pulled out a gun from his waist!
But Ma Yaowei was one step ahead of him!
"Bang! Bang!"

Two gunshots pierced the air, startling the surrounding crowd.

Japel looked down and saw that blood was gushing from her chest and stomach. She collapsed to the ground as if all her strength had been drained.

Quentin Tarantino and Leonardo DiCaprio stood there, completely dumbfounded.
"What's going on? Is this a special performance arranged by the theater?" The fans at the scene also thought it was a special scene arranged by the theater, and many people even held their breath, afraid of disturbing the setup.

The reporters initially thought the same thing; no one immediately realized it.

However, these paparazzi and entertainment reporters have an undeniable professional habit.

The camera never stopped, recording the entire unexpected "live-action" event.

After firing his gun, Ma Yaowei did not hesitate for a moment and immediately turned towards the truck!

At the rear door, the driver, realizing something was wrong, immediately reached for the M77 rifle leaning against the corner.

Before he could even raise his gun, another gunshot rang out!
"Bang! Bang!"

The bullet hit its mark precisely; the driver's body swayed, and he fell heavily to the side of the carriage, motionless.

At the same time, the black man let out a bloodcurdling scream filled with Mosaic profanities, a scream that ripped the heart out.

His right eye was almost blown out by Du Sheng, and his lower abdomen was also hit repeatedly, causing him to almost lose consciousness from the pain.

Du Sheng released his grip and lifted his head up.

The black man gritted his teeth and roared in broken English:
"Fuck! You're dead!"

Du Sheng didn't say anything, but pressed his head down and slammed it against the carpet.

"Oh!"

His head slammed against the floor, blood splattered, and the black man immediately passed out.

Du Sheng scanned his surroundings warily, then calmly called out:
"Haolong, have your men disperse!"

Zhang Haolong knew these were thugs and immediately replied:
"I'm going to find the theater manager!"

Du Sheng casually picked up the pistol that had fallen to the side, turned around and reminded Quentin Tarantino and Leonardo:
"Something's not right tonight, let's get out of here!"

"Especially keep your distance from me; I'm their target."

Clearly, these were not ordinary fan attacks, but organized kidnapping and assassination attempts!

What's happening outside?

Not far away, Sony project manager Crand vaguely heard two gunshots, but didn't pay much attention at first, casually asking his assistant:

"No special ceremony scheduled for tonight, right?"

The assistant shook his head repeatedly:

"No, tonight is a celebratory banquet, not an action movie shoot."

But then two more gunshots rang out, and this time Crand's expression changed:

"Something's wrong!"

He opened the car door, jumped out, and shouted:
"A shooting nearby?!"

Just then, a Mosaic man with a tiger tattooed on his arm pulled a black long gun out of a rolling bag.

It is the most widely used M77 bolt-action rifle in the United States!

Although Crand was the supervisor, he grew up in the United States and was very knowledgeable. He instinctively dodged and ran behind the car!
The Mosaic man completely ignored him, steadying his headset with one hand and gripping the butt of his gun with the other, as instructions came through his ear:
"Plan B has failed, execute Plan C!"

Plan A is to stage an accident and kidnap someone, Plan B is to capture them on the spot, and Plan C is to kill them!

Danor had already privately promised that even if they couldn't kidnap any hostages, they would each receive an extra $2 million as long as they completed the mission!

This amount of money is enough to make a desperate person fight to the death!

The Mosaic man quickly slipped into the chaotic crowd, hiding under a neon sign, ready to retake his aim.

……

Du Sheng quickly cocked his gun while ducking to avoid the attack, shouting at the same time:

"Due to unforeseen circumstances tonight, the event is temporarily cancelled!"

Without saying a word, Ma Yaowei pulled Du Sheng back towards the Mercedes-Benz at the entrance to the red carpet.

That was the nearest bunker.

No one knows if there are other assassins nearby.

Quentin Tarantino reacted quickly, realizing that following along with Leonardo would only hinder Du Sheng, and decisively turned and ran backstage.

Leonardo followed closely behind, creating a scene that was both embarrassing and somewhat comical.

Just then, gunshots rang out again!
"Bang bang bang!!"

The sound of rifle fire, the tearing of the red carpet, and the flying of gravel!

The gunman ignored Quentin Tarantino's panicked guests and remained focused on his target.

Du Sheng dodged to the side of the Mercedes-Benz, temporarily avoiding the bullets.

Smoke filled the air, and the gunfire continued.

Ma Yaowei flung open the Mercedes door, reached inside and pulled out a rifle, then grabbed a magazine and tossed it to Du Sheng.
"Brother Sheng, they're targeting you. We should probably stay out of the way for now!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a series of rapid explosions were heard!

The windshield of the Mercedes shattered instantly, and the body was riddled with bullet holes. It was hit really hard!

Du Sheng stuffed the pistol he had just used into his pocket, picked up his rifle, caught the magazine Yao Wei threw to him, and said:

"Whether it's kidnapping or revenge, we are acting in legitimate self-defense!"

Without wasting words, Ma Yaowei opened the car door, pulled out a submachine gun, aimed it forward, and fired several shots, the bullets whistling out.

"You're not the same person you used to be. You'd better wait for the state police to come."

Du Sheng chuckled, still in the mood for jokes:

"Do you know how long it takes for the Los Angeles State Police to respond to calls? On average, it takes 9 minutes, and then another 3 minutes if there's traffic."

"By the time they arrive, we can clean up the area."

Meanwhile, the staff and guests in the front row began to scatter and seek cover to escape.

Although Leonardo DiCaprio is now overweight, he is still quite agile and quickly slips backstage.

Quentin Tarantino was panting like a broken bellows, his heart pounding as if it were going to jump out of his throat.

But without even catching his breath, he pulled out his phone, dialed 911, and shouted:
"This is the Fonda Theater! We are under attack by armed men!"

Can't you hear screams of terror and gunshots?

I am Quentin Tarantino!

There are many famous celebrities and wealthy people here; send someone quickly!!

Before I could finish the call, I couldn't hold on any longer and almost choked.

Leonardo was in far better physical condition than him. He gave his bodyguards a few instructions, then called his friend in the state troopers.
"The Fengda Theater was attacked by more than a dozen armed thugs!"
"Emergency! Immediate support needed!"

Quentin Tarantino, having caught his breath, noticed a small, high balcony nearby and immediately pulled Leonardo aside, saying:

"Let's go! The view is much better over there!"

Leonardo kept complaining as he ran:
"I really shouldn't have come to join the fun today..."

……

Meanwhile, screams echoed all around.

The tourists, fans, and reporters who were initially watching and taking pictures finally realized what was happening.

This is not a celebratory program; it's a real, live-fire battle!

The crowd began to scatter and flee, and the scene became chaotic.

The more chaotic things get, the harder it is to distinguish between killers and ordinary people.

Those bloodthirsty thugs didn't care about any of that and were ready to open fire on the crowd at any moment, creating even greater chaos.

Du Sheng, hiding behind cover, shouted to the crowd:
"Run! Don't stand here and get yourself killed!"

His loud voice actually worked to some extent.

Many fans quickly retreated after hearing their idol speak.

"They're after me! Stay away from me!"

It's too dangerous here! Let's go—"

Despite being on the brink of death, Du Sheng didn't forget to calm people down, demonstrating excellent acting skills and maintaining composure even in a crisis.

The crowd scattered in all directions, and most people obediently sought cover.

After all, they are citizens of the United States, and having experienced similar large-scale events, they know how to save their lives.

…(End of this chapter)