America achieves both fame and fortune

Chapter 201 Cola God of War

People scattered in the stadium, most of the cheerleaders screamed and rushed into the stands like headless flies. Some ran towards the exit, while others lay down behind their seats, all praying for God's blessing.

Andrei's marksmanship wasn't very good, and his first round of shooting targets were also basketball players. Except for a few unlucky cheerleaders, most of them ran away.

The Burbank High School basketball team members who repeatedly attacked Andrei and his two companions were in deep trouble. They were already gathered together, and being tall and strong, they were 30 to 40 percent more likely to be hit by bullets than ordinary people. After Andrei emptied a magazine, only two or three of the dozen or so remained standing.

As Andrei walked forward, he changed magazines. He was in a state of excitement, his hands were trembling slightly, and his speed was not very fast.

His gaze swept across the pool of blood on the floor, and he could see clearly that Jackson and the others who had attacked last time were all down, but Miller, the leader, was nowhere to be seen.

Andrei turned his head and immediately spotted the figure wearing the team's uniform.

That's Miller, and that bitch Judith is following behind him.

Before he could raise his gun, the two rushed into an exit.

Andrei wasn't worried. All the doors were locked from the outside, and Viktor guarded the only entrance and exit; they couldn't escape.

He turned his gun around and fired a shot at each of the basketball players.

The screams of agony faded away, leaving only terrified screams.

Andrei's inner beast was completely unleashed. He felt inexplicably exhilarated and started running with light steps to chase after his other main target, Miller.

…………

Upon entering the stadium's internal passageway, there was a safety door nearby, but it couldn't be opened.

Originally, someone was specifically assigned to guard the emergency exit so that they could open the door immediately in case of an emergency.

But as soon as the gunshot rang out, the man covered his head and ran away.

Work and responsibilities are nothing compared to one's life.

Several girls screamed in terror. Martin said, "Shut up, all of you!"

Blake was also terrified, but seeing Martin's composure, he calmed down slightly, then turned and slapped both girls across the face: "Shut up, you bitches!"

Bruce said, "The door is locked from the outside."

Martin tried his best to remain calm, knowing that panic would only lead to worse consequences. He asked Blake, "You know this place well, how do we get out?"

Blake immediately led the way: "This way!" She ran: "Before the game, the normal entrances and exits of the stadium will be temporarily closed to prevent people from entering randomly. Only the team entrances and exits will be open."

Bruce and Martin followed closely behind her.

Elizabeth wiped her tear-streaked face, bit her lip hard, and followed Martin, trembling.

Helen said to the cameraman, "You film the front, I'll film the back."

Even at this point, the two reporters hadn't given up their jobs.

They've probably become so used to shootings that they're no longer surprised.

On the way, they saw several people lying in pools of blood, and one of the girls couldn't help but cry out.

After passing a convenience store, turn the corner and you'll soon reach the players' tunnel.

Viktor, who was hiding in the corner, had already heard the sound and quietly extended the muzzle of his AR gun.

As they reached the corner, Blake was about to turn around when Martin grabbed her arm: "Wait..."

Before he could finish speaking, AR's gunshots rang out.

Bullets pounded against the granite slabs at the corner, sending shards of stone flying everywhere.

Blake was still shaken and leaned against the wall, trembling.

Bruce pulled out a pistol from under his arm, and while the enemy was firing, he fired two shots and then took a quick look.

With more than 30 meters between them, this broken pistol was no match for the rifle.

Viktor noticed this and poked half his head out to continue firing.

Bruce was completely suppressed.

This isn't shooting at a fixed target 30 meters away on a shooting range; it's facing a skilled shooter with automatic firepower.

Viktor grew increasingly excited upon hearing the screams of fear and wanted to push forward.

Bruce quickly fired two shots, scaring him back.

"Let's go, find another way!" Bruce shouted at Martin. "I'll hold him off, and we'll find another way to get him into this corridor, where no one can escape!"

Martin didn't waste any time and turned around to run back.

He doesn't have a concealed carry permit, doesn't carry a gun normally, and staying here won't help Old Bu; instead, he'll be a burden.

As soon as the gunshot rang out, some people lost control and instinctively turned around and ran back.

Miller has the best physical fitness and runs the fastest.

He thought of the locker room; if he just rushed in, closed the door, and let those bitches and bastards distract the gunman, he'd be safe.

Miller ran faster and faster, leaving the people behind him dozens of meters in an instant.

Then, he noticed a door open about ten meters to his side, and a gunman with blood on his face came out.

The gunman was none other than Andrei!

This was Miller's last thought.

Andrei raised his gun and fired three shots.

With a sharp gunshot, Miller fell backward.

"what……"

The gunshots triggered screams again, and many cheerleaders turned around and ran back.

Andrei, his eyes bloodshot, followed the sound.

Most people screamed and ran into the convenience store, including the main cast and two reporters. When they saw the owner's body, they screamed even louder.

Hearing the gunshots and footsteps, Martin had no choice but to shove Elizabeth into the store, yelling, "Hide! Lie on the floor!"

Elizabeth, Black, and the others ran to the back of the convenience store.

Martin heard screams from behind the shelves, glanced back at the convenience store owner's corpse, turned around and jumped over the counter.

The girls were screaming all around, and hiding with them was definitely not a good idea.

Martin crouched down under the sealed counter on the outside, saw the glass bottles of Coke in the plastic basket next to him, and immediately grabbed two bottles, clutching them tightly in his hands.

Holding the Coke felt like washing his face with face wash, and his mind cleared up considerably.

If he were the shooter, he would have been attracted by the screams and come to check the situation...

This way, Bruce wouldn't be caught in a pincer movement by two gunmen armed with automatic weapons.

Martin calmed himself down, looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

The girls' screams were the best bait.

At the same time, Elizabeth realized Martin was gone. She panicked and could only bite her lip tightly to keep herself from making any sound, and lay prone on the ground.

On the other side, April covered her mouth tightly, staring wide-eyed at Blake, whose finger, held to his lips, trembled as if electrified.

Even the two reporters were afraid at this moment.

But Helen still found an angle to place the DV on the shelf, pointing the lens at the doorway.

The cameraman pushed the camera off the shelf from the floor and placed it in the aisle facing the doorway.

Even if they can't escape it, they still want to leave behind images of the murderer!

Martin heard footsteps running, and the sound stopped next to the counter.

Many girls realized something was wrong, and their terrified screams suddenly stopped.

"Scream! Keep screaming!" A wild beast surged within Andrei, and he roared, "Scream, all of you!"

He picked up his AR and fired repeatedly at the source of the sound from the shelf, the bullets blasting up large sections of goods, countless fragments crashing to the ground.

Some people were so frightened that they urinated.

Elizabeth was covered in potato chip crumbs, her eyes constantly filled with tears, as if she were trapped in endless darkness.

Blake and April, these two mortal enemies, clung to each other tightly, drawing their last bit of security from one another.

Andrei fired with a maniacal laugh, venting all the resentment in his heart.

Martin hid under the counter, holding a glass bottle of Coke upside down in both hands, and listened carefully. Soon the gunfire stopped, and the sound of an AR-type rifle bolt being pulled over when it was empty came over.

The sound wasn't loud, but Martin had heard it countless times at the shooting range, so he was absolutely certain.

This is exactly the opportunity we've been waiting for!

Martin darted out, and the instant he stood up, he threw the bottle of cola in his right hand like a grenade.

Andrei was changing magazines and didn't notice Martin at all when he was hit on the forehead by a heavy glass bottle.

With a bang, the glass bottle flew away, and blood flowed from his forehead.

Andrei was momentarily stunned.

Martin leaped up, jumped onto the counter, and pounced on it.

Before the person even arrived, the bottled cola hanging in the left hand slammed down with a whooshing sound.

Before Andrei could react, Martin smashed a bottle over his head.

An external impact caused the cola inside to expand, the glass bottle to shatter, and shards cut Andrei's scalp.

He collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Martin's heavy body slammed into his chest again, causing him to scream in pain.

Andrei instinctively reached for the pistol holster at his waist.

Martin wouldn't give him that chance. He pressed down on Andrei's left hand with one knee, held down his right hand with the other, and with his free hand, grabbed a glass bottle of Coke from the plastic basket by the wall and smashed it on Andrei's head with a thud.

Andrei was still struggling when Martin grabbed another bottle of Coke and smashed it again!

Thud! Thud—

After smashing four bottles of cola, Andrei tilted his head back and remained motionless, making incoherent noises from his mouth and nose.

Martin, panting heavily, still held Andrei tightly, shouting, "Someone come quick, give me a rope!"

Upon hearing Martin's voice, Elizabeth was the first to peek out and see Martin pinned down on the bloodied gunman, as if she had seen the only glimmer of light in the endless darkness.

She didn't know where she got the courage, but she got up, ran over, took a rope from the corset, and handed it to Martin.

Martin's face was covered in blood, and his hands were covered in blood, making him look like a demon from a blood-soaked hell.

Elizabeth, however, was not afraid at all; on the contrary, she felt a sense of security she had never experienced before.

Blake finally managed to break free from April's grasp. The moment he stood up, his eyes met April's. They both turned their heads, and a woman's instinct overwhelmed everything else; they both cursed at the same time, "Bitch!"

With the danger temporarily averted, Helen grabbed the DV camera and rushed over to film everything that had happened.

Martin flipped the seemingly oblivious Andrei over and tied his hands and feet.

Many people gathered around, and Blake asked Martin with concern, "Are you alright?"

boom--

The shotgun rang out, and the girl who had just come out screamed and scattered in all directions.

Martin heard it clearly; the gunshots came from the corridor closer to Old Brooks' side.

There's a third gunman, and Old Bu might be caught in a pincer attack!

Martin casually wiped the bloodstains from his face, picked up the rifle, took out two AR magazines, put one in his pocket, and attached the other to the gun.

Elizabeth looked at Martin, her voice trembling.

Aibo said, "You, you can't stay here, can't you?"

Martin calmed his breathing, and as he ran outside, he turned back with a smile: "My brother's outside!"

In the past, it was always Old Bu who guarded him from behind; now it was his turn to guard Old Bu from behind.

After a busy morning, I've finally finished writing the third update. Please give me a monthly vote!

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