Hollywood Director 1992.

Chapter 486 This is a trap!!

"That's strange! You always said you didn't have time when I asked you out before, how come you have time today?"

In the coffee shop, Quentin looked at him suspiciously.

"Because we have more time today."

Link smiled, glanced at the building across the street, and asked, "You finished filming your last movie, when are you going to start filming a new one?"

After Quentin Tarantino's "Kill Bill" was released at the beginning of the year, it grossed $1.02 million in North America and has now surpassed $100 million in overseas box office, making Tarantino's fame in the film industry soar once again.

In an effort to capitalize on Quentin Tarantino's financial power, Miramax Films signed him to a three-film deal. They have already completed one crime film called "Bloodlust," and two more films remain.

“I plan to shoot at the end of the year. If you shoot three movies a year, I will shoot two movies even if I shoot slowly.”

“I agree that you should make more movies every year, finish the Miramax project sooner, and then continue making Kill Bill Vol. 2.”

Link stirred his coffee and smiled.

"No need to rush. Guess what? MGM releases so many great movies every year, and almost all of the top 20 at the box office this year are your films. Delaying the filming of 'Kill Bill Vol. 2' by two years will have no impact on your company's performance."

Quentin said with a smirk.

Ding ding~

The Motorola phone on the table rang. Link flipped it open, glanced at it, and chuckled, "Guess why the film studio's performance is so outstanding? It's because we don't reject any good movie."

Bang!
At that moment, the glass railing made a loud bang.

"Lie down!"

Link instantly dropped to the ground, and in doing so, reached out and pulled down Quentin, who was still in a daze.

Bang bang!

Multiple gunshots rang out in succession, and bullets shot from the opposite building, hitting the glass around the terrace.

Although tempered glass is sturdy, it shattered repeatedly after being hit, turning into shards of glass all over the ground.

The surrounding glass was shattered, leaving the terrace completely exposed. Bullets flew in from afar, hitting the terrace one after another. Tables, sofas, coffee cups, and vases were reduced to shards and fragments in the gunfire, leaving the ground in a mess.

"Oh no! What happened? Are we filming a movie?"

Quentin screamed in terror.

"Shut up!"

Link grabbed the coffee table and held it in front of him, dragging Quentin back quickly. Bodyguard Bob and Hong Youfu opened their bulletproof briefcases and stood in front of them to prevent the coffee table from being penetrated by bullets.

Bang bang bang!
More bullets rained down from a distance.

"Link, what happened? Why is someone shooting at us?"

Quentin hid behind the coffee table, his mind gradually clearing.

"You see, someone is trying to assassinate us."

"Assassinate us? No, impossible. I'm just a small-time director. Why would anyone assassinate me? It should be you. Damn it, I forgot about the last time you were assassinated. I really shouldn't have asked you out for coffee."

Quentin was extremely annoyed.

"Don't worry, it'll be fine."

"How could I not be worried? Didn't you see those bullets? They're all large-caliber bullets. There must be dozens of sniper rifles aimed at us right now. We're doomed."

Quentin stumbled as he stepped back, nearly falling to the ground.

Link grabbed his shoulder. "Steady up. If you fall now, I bet you'll have more holes in your body than a fishing net in less than a minute."

Quentin shuddered in fright and clung tightly to his arm.

"Damn it! I'm just a director, why did this have to happen to me? I'm so unlucky."

"You said you like bloody and violent movies and want to live the exciting life of gangsters. Now that you have the chance to experience it firsthand, aren't you excited?"

"No! Not at all. I hate gunfights, and I hate an overly exciting life. I just want to stay home right now."

Bang!
A bullet struck the floor, and several shards of glass grazed Quentin's scalp as they flew past. Quentin screamed and ran away in fright.

Link grabbed his arm and, holding the coffee table, continued to back away. Under the cover of the coffee table and the two bodyguards, the two successfully retreated into the coffee shop.

The customers in the coffee shop were also affected; some were so frightened that they crouched on the ground and screamed, some ran around in all directions, and some hurriedly called the police.

Link originally planned to leave Quentin at the coffee shop and get in the car alone, but Quentin clung to his arm and wouldn't let go, saying he would die if he had to go with him.

"Are you sure? Those assassins outside are all after me. If you come out with me now, you'll likely become a target and get shot to death."

Link shouted.

Quentin hesitated for two seconds, but insisted on going with him because he was a billionaire and his life was more precious. If he dared to leave at this time, he must have a way to protect himself.

“Okay, you stay in the middle, don’t fall behind or fall down. If you don’t keep up, you might die here.”

Link put on a bulletproof vest and a helmet, and he also put one on Quentin.

"I know, I know, but why do we have to go out? Why don't we stay here, inside?" *Bang!*
A gunshot interrupted Quentin's words. As he spoke, a gunman crept in through the back window, only to be shot dead by Hung Yau-fu the moment he peeked out. Blood splattered on the glass, and the screams from the scene grew even louder.

Quentin flinched in fright, immediately covering his head, his pants getting soaked.

"go!"

Link dragged the boisterous Quentin out, while Bob and Hong Youfu charged ahead. Four armed gang members rushed over, but Hong Youfu and Bob used them as moving targets and shot them down.

Bang bang bang!
Gunfire erupted at the scene.

Quentin trembled even more violently, his 190-centimeter height shrinking to less than 1.5 meters.

Bang bang bang!
A group of heavily armed thugs rushed out of a car parked on the street. Bob and Hong Youfu fired first, suppressing the enemy's firepower.

Link had a gun, but he didn't fire it. He pulled the trembling Quentin along and quickly rushed into the armored car parked on the side of the road.

Bang!
Bang!
Two large-caliber bullets were fired in quick succession. One hit the roof of the car, sending up a trail of orange sparks. Just as the other was about to hit Link's neck, Link stepped forward. The bullet struck his bulletproof vest on the back shoulder. Even though he was strong enough, the impact of the bullet made him stagger.

"Link, you've been shot!"

Quentin screamed.

"Do not talk nonsense!"

Link pushed Quentin into the car.

Bang bang bang!
After Bob and Hong Youfu got into the car, the door closed quickly.

Bang bang bang!
Multiple bullets struck the van from a distance, but fortunately, the van had been modified and its bulletproof capabilities were comparable to those of the president's vehicle.

"What a pity! It was so close to hitting the target."

Across the street, bald Johnson looked up from behind his sniper rifle scope, his face full of regret.

The assassin, Jon, also looked regretful.

Boom!

Suddenly, a rocket was fired from the roadside at Link's vehicle, sending the Cadillac minivan flying.

"it is good!"

"Good job!"

Bald Johnson and assassin Jon shouted excitedly.

However, the vehicle was well protected; after being blown up by the rocket, it landed steadily on the ground and was able to continue driving.

Just as the rocket-propelled killer was about to launch his second attack, a bullet flying from a distance struck him precisely in the head, and the watermelon exploded.

Bang!
Another bullet struck an accomplice of the rocket-propelled grenade killer.

"How could there be a sniper there?"

Bald Johnson and assassin Jon screamed.

Whoohoo!
Suddenly, the roar of propellers came from the sky. Four Black Hawk helicopters rose from the ground and opened fire on the location where the assassins were hiding upstairs.

"Run!"

Hitman Jon and Bald Johnson dared not linger any longer. They shouldered their equipment and ran downstairs to a three-story resort hotel.

Just as I was about to go downstairs, I found that police were guarding several exits downstairs, and several teams of fully armed special police were searching each floor under the pretext of arresting terrorists, demanding that everyone come out.

Killer Jon and Bald Johnson exchanged a glance, secretly cursing their luck. He had guessed correctly; this was indeed a trap. Otherwise, the police and SWAT teams wouldn't have arrived so quickly and silently.

"What should we do? Should we rush out?"

"No, there are police everywhere, we can't break through."

"What should we do then? Stay here and wait to die?"

Hearing the footsteps coming from downstairs, the two of them gasped for breath, their hearts pounding like drums.

Suddenly, the assassin Jon noticed that people were also coming out of other rooms. He had an idea.

A few minutes later, the two discarded their equipment, changed into ordinary clothes, and mingled with the crowd as they went downstairs, hoping to slip through unnoticed.

Unfortunately, once they arrived at the lobby, the police gathered everyone together and brought out four police dogs to sniff each person carefully. The police dogs could smell anyone who had just been in contact with weapons or had the smell of gunpowder on them.

The assassins Jon and bald Johnson turned pale and grabbed a hostage, rushing out with him. Four other assassins, also mixed in with the crowd, joined them.

However, they were unarmed and had no chance against dozens of heavily armed police officers and special police. Three of them were shot dead on the spot, and the assassins, including Jon, could only surrender on the ground.

Bang bang bang!
Sporadic gunshots and screams echoed from the street outside, and the assassin, Jon, closed his eyes in despair.

This time they've all failed.

They fell into a trap set by Link and the police.

He just couldn't understand why Link, who was worth billions, would dare to risk his life to lure them into attacking. Wasn't he afraid of dying?

(End of this chapter)