Reborn Action Star: Starting in Hollywood

is her!

Kim Tae-yeon, who was not far from the blonde woman, immediately recognized her.

Her frantic behavior just now almost left a psychological scar on Kim Tae-yeon:

The hands painted with scarlet nail polish, the pale blue veins bulging on the neck, the morbidly dilated pupils, and the inhuman howls all sent chills down Kim Tae-yeon's spine.

But what made Kim Tae-yeon even more uneasy than the horrifying appearance was her kneeling down, banging her forehead against the railing, and muttering broken English and unintelligible sobs.

It was a sacrificial gesture, tinged with a death-like pleasure.

"Was it her who planted the bomb that just exploded?"

Although she hasn't received an answer yet, Kim Tae-yeon has already vaguely confirmed the answer in her heart: this is indeed something a crazy woman could do.

Kim Tae-yeon also knew that there might be an attack today. Meng Tao did not hide it from her when they were discussing the threatening letter, so she was also aware of it.

Unexpectedly, everyone's predictions were wrong.

This isn't the fault of Lin Yuan's security team, because everyone was making very rational speculations:

The suspects may be professionals sent by other adversaries, or lone wolf attackers, and the investigation and surveillance of suspects should follow this line of thought.

But unexpectedly, the real suspect turned out to be a brainless fanatic?

She is such a stunningly beautiful woman.

They were completely out of their depth of thinking; no wonder they ended up with nothing.

Kim Tae-yeon can only hope that the blonde woman is just bluffing and that there are no large explosive devices in reality.

"Madam, please calm down!"

Kim Tae-yeon looked in the direction of the voice and saw Meng Tao standing up.

Meng Tao had just taken half a step forward when the woman suddenly let out an inhuman scream.

The veins bulging in her neck throbbed, and her long golden hair exploded as if electrocuted: "Get out of here! You lowly watchdog!"

Saliva spurted from the corner of her mouth: "I only speak to my god! Only Lin Yuan! Only him—"

Her voice stopped abruptly.

Lin Yuan pushed Meng Tao aside and walked out from behind him.

But Lin Yuan did not immediately step forward. Instead, he watched the blonde woman from a distance, separated by the security personnel.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

The woman's violently heaving chest suddenly stopped, and her violent expression melted away like ice and snow.

She slowly raised her saliva-covered face, a chilling smile twisting her lips: "You're here. You've finally come."

Her voice suddenly became unusually soft, like a lover's murmur, yet it also carried a harsh, metallic quality.

Her scarlet nail polish dug deep into her palm, blood seeping out between her fingers and leaving two winding streaks on her nose.

"Who are you? What do you want with me?" Lin Yuan's voice was steady yet cold.

The blonde woman's eyes suddenly widened, her pupils contracting sharply to the size of pinpoints: "You ask who I am?"

Her voice suddenly rose, like fingernails scraping across a blackboard, "Have you forgotten your bride?"

She nervously ripped open the front of her trench coat, revealing a white shirt underneath covered with photos—the photos, cut into heart shapes, were all stills from Lin Yuan's dramas at different times, densely sewn with gold thread into the pattern of a wedding dress.

"Isn't today our wedding?" Her tone suddenly turned sweet, her fingers caressing the photo on her chest. "After the wedding, we'll go to your heaven together and live happily ever after."

Her right eye began to twitch uncontrollably, but her mouth maintained an exaggerated smile.

Upon hearing the blonde woman's answer, Kim Tae-yeon's first reaction was: She's crazy!

She not only regarded Lin Yuan as her god, but also fantasized that today was a wedding...

When Kim Tae-yeon heard the words, "After the wedding, we will go to your divine kingdom together and live happily ever after," she felt an extremely ominous feeling welled up inside her for some reason.

Her heart was pounding, and a silent fear gripped her.

"I'm sorry, I really don't know you." Lin Yuan found it utterly absurd: "A wedding? That's utter nonsense."

"Waaah!" The woman suddenly let out a puppy-like whimper, her bloodstained fingernails scratching at her collarbone: "How could you be so heartless..."

Her voice rose and fell, like a broken phonograph: "Isn't this how you like me the most..."

She puffed out her chest unnaturally, showing off her tall figure: "Blonde beauties, blue-eyed beauties? Like Taylor Swift...like Charlize Theron...and Anne Hathaway..."

"I don't know you, let alone like you."

The blonde woman's smile shattered instantly.

Her left cheek maintained the smile, but her right cheek began to contort and twitch: "But you promised to marry me!"

She suddenly ripped open her shirt collar, revealing a "Mrs. Lin" scar carved with a knife below her collarbone. "This can't be wrong...this absolutely can't be wrong..."

"I've never seen you before, so when did I ever agree to anything with you?"

“Every single letter!” she screamed hysterically, pulling a stack of yellowed letters from her underwear. “I wrote three hundred and seventy-five! According to the chapter numbers in the Book of Revelation!”

Her trembling fingers flipped to the top letter, revealing words written in menstrual blood: "If you don't reply to refuse... then that means acceptance! This is a sacred covenant!"

Kim Tae-yeon was stunned by the blonde woman's delusions: a brainless fan could be this crazy.

It was obvious that she had been the one writing love letters to Lin Yuan.

These letters could never possibly reach Lin Yuan's hands.

Lin Yuan has so many fans, it's impossible for him to personally read every single letter they send.

It's likely that the staff responsible for handling the mail simply glanced at it, dismissed it as a meaningless expression of love from a fan, and tossed it into some corner.

If it were just an ordinary fan, they would simply give up if they didn't get a response.

But this blonde woman, in a self-deceiving manner, believed that Lin Yuan's lack of a clear rejection meant he accepted?
She was completely immersed in the illusory world she had created, and no amount of talk from outsiders could change that.

Clearly, Lin Yuan didn't want to dwell on this topic any longer. Seeing Lin Yuan, Kim Tae-yeon continued, "Where else on site did you plant explosives?"

The woman's expression instantly brightened, like a child who had received candy: "You want to know?"

The angle at which she tilted her head was almost beyond human limits, and her neck made a sickening cracking sound.

"If you tell me the answer, I can grant you one reasonable request."

Lin Yuan's response was clearly aimed at appeasement.

First, we need to stabilize her to avoid a large number of casualties. After that, we will definitely take legal action to severely punish this criminal act.

“I don’t need your reward. I’ve been very good. I can tell you the answer right now. Because we’re going to be together forever!” Her fingers suddenly grabbed the front of her trench coat, her bloodied nails catching on the waterproof fabric.

"Look, my dowry—"

With a tearing sound, the trench coat slipped off like shed snakeskin.

The crowd erupted in terrified screams—her pale waist and abdomen were densely covered with tubular explosives, like grotesque centipedes crawling across her skin.

The C4 plastic explosive was roughly secured to the waist with tape, the exposed fuses crisscrossing like blood vessels.

The most striking feature was the bright red detonator.

It was elaborately decorated, with a still from Lin Yuan's "King of Spy Wars" on the outer shell and tied with a pink ribbon below her navel.

The numbers flashing on the LCD screen are returning to zero: 00:03:25.

Two copper wires pierced her skin, trembling slightly with her breathing, and drops of blood dripped down the wires onto her high heels.

"Isn't it beautiful?" She stroked the bomb with rapture, her fingertips tracing the countdown display. "I spent three months designing it...all the materials are exactly the same as those used in your movie..."

Her voice suddenly became shy: "At the climax of the wedding, this explosive will unite our souls forever in the flames..."

The flickering red light was reflected in Lin Yuan's pupils.

The device on the woman's waist was not an ordinary trigger—it was a double-circuit design that would immediately detonate if removed by any external force.

Even more frightening are the faint surgical scars below her collarbone, suggesting that a spare detonator may still be buried inside her body.

"Honey, are you looking at this?"

She suddenly pinched the skin over her carotid artery, revealing a tiny capsule embedded beneath the skin: "Don't worry... as long as my heart stops beating..."

Blood seeped from her scratches: "Or..."

She stared at Lin Yuan with fascination: "You pressed the button yourself on the wedding gift I gave you..."

At this moment, the others at the scene could no longer control their fear and began to scream and try to scatter and flee.

"Boom!" Another explosive blast rang out in the distance.

It was the same location, the same building, and the focus was still on warnings and deterrence.

The loud explosion had its effect; the chaotic crowd instinctively dropped to the ground for safety.

"Get down!" The blonde woman's shrill cry pierced the smoke of battle.

In her raised right hand, the detonator's red light flashed wildly. "Don't move! Or we'll all meet our maker!"

"What exactly do you want?" Lin Yuan's voice came through the chaos.

"Isn't it clear? I want..." Her tone suddenly became dreamy, her left hand nervously stroking the detonator, like caressing the lace of a wedding dress: "To complete our wedding."

A sweet smile curved her blood-stained lips: "But..."

Her voice suddenly became sharp: "You're too far away from me!"

The straight-line distance between Lin Yuan and the blonde woman was more than 35 meters. At such a distance, if she detonated the explosives, she should not be able to hurt Lin Yuan.

"I won't go there." Lin Yuan's voice was icy, clearly suppressing his anger.

That damn crazy woman, how did she come up with such a troublesome explosive device?

If Lin Yuan hadn't known that killing her would immediately detonate the explosives, he would never have hesitated and would have ended her life with a metal business card.

But as a super fanatic blonde, it was impossible for her not to take precautions.

When Lin Yuan refused her request, the blonde woman's expression instantly twisted: "Really? If you don't come over, I might do something that will make you sad."

She suddenly grabbed a terrified female reporter next to her and pressed the detonator against her temple.

The blonde woman's eyes bulged to their limit: "Shall we send this lady on her way first?"

The female reporter's camera was still running, broadcasting a close-up of the blonde woman's frenzied state: "Or?"

She suddenly pointed to the guest seating area: "There are quite a few people you care about there, aren't there?"

Lin Yuan looked helplessly at the guest seats: Anne Hathaway, Charlize Theron, Taylor Swift, Kim Tae-yeon, Im Yoon-ah, director Christopher Nolan, director Clint Eastwood...

Apart from GAKKI and Betty being on the stage and not sitting in the guest area, most of his relatives and friends are currently in the guest area.

Outside the VIP area, there were also a large number of fans, who were also in danger.

"Choose!" the woman stomped her feet hysterically. "Choose to save your own life, or choose them?"

"Don't doubt the power of these wedding fireworks. I can tell you a little secret: they're equivalent to 10 kilograms of TNT. You should know very well what that means!" The blonde woman's eyes were filled with ruthlessness.

Lin Yuan: "..."

Having filmed so many modern gunfight action movies, he certainly knows what the power of 10 kilograms of TNT means.

In simple terms, this is equivalent to the explosive charge of a 155mm artillery shell, containing 42 megajoules of energy, which is equivalent to the explosive power of about 2500 defensive hand grenades (each with the equivalent of about 4 grams of TNT).

If such a large amount of energy were to explode in the open, the area within 0 to 5 meters of the epicenter would be an absolutely lethal zone, with a shock wave overpressure of ≥1 MPa.

Within this area, even 30-centimeter-thick concrete structures would completely collapse, and human bones and internal organs would be completely pulverized, making survival absolutely impossible.

The area 5 to 15 meters from the epicenter is an extremely high-risk zone, with shock wave overpressure of 0.3 to 1 MPa.

Within this area, there is a 30% chance of death and a 70% chance of serious injury. Eardrums will rupture 100% of the time, and cars can be overturned by the shockwave.

Further away is the danger zone of 15 to 25 meters, where the power of the shock wave is greatly reduced, and the damage is mainly caused by shrapnel.

Lin Yuan is currently 30 meters away, which is in the impact zone of 25 to 50 meters, with an overpressure of ≤0.03 MPa, and he can feel a relatively obvious blast wave impact.

Unless you're unlucky enough to be hit by a flying shard, you generally won't suffer much damage.

Clearly, the blonde woman knew that her explosives wouldn't harm Lin Yuan, who was 30 meters away.

It wasn't that she didn't want to be closer to Lin Yuan, but the security around him was just too strong, making it impossible for her to get close to him.

To harm Lin Yuan from a greater distance, more powerful explosives would be needed, but that's clearly not possible.

Today, vehicle access is restricted, and security checks are visible everywhere.

If she weren't a woman, and a beautiful one at that, it would have been difficult to even bring all that explosives into the scene.

Therefore, for the blonde woman, the only effective way was to use these guests as hostages to force Lin Yuan to get closer to her!

Only in this way can she hope to realize her dream of a "wedding"...

Since I can't be with you in reality, let our souls be forever bound together in the firelight!

Now, this difficult problem has been handed over to Lin Yuan:
Will you choose to save your own life, or the lives of the guests and fans? (End of Chapter)