America achieves both fame and fortune

Chapter 202 You are a hero

Inside the convenience store, everyone stared blankly as Martin ran out to rescue a follower, unsure of what to say.

Elizabeth opened her mouth, but the word "Martin" never came out. She wiped away her tears, and only one thought remained in her mind: This is what a man is!

In order to save people, he chose to hide in the place closest to the criminals, and when the opportunity came, he jumped out without hesitation and subdued the criminals in one fell swoop.

If this isn't what it means to be a man, then there are no men in the world!

Elizabeth will never forget this day.

"I'm doomed, I'm finished." Blake had become the ultimate simp, screaming inwardly, "He's got the looks, the physique, the talent, and he's so manly!"

She secretly overturned her previous perception: "What is Leonardo DiCaprio compared to Martin Scorsese? He's just a pretty face! Martin Scorsese is my ultimate idol!"

It's common knowledge that a super simp only has one thought for their idol.

The others were also very grateful to Martin; without him, they would likely have died.

Only reporter Helen was different; she picked up her DV camera, rushed out of the convenience store, and chased after Martin.

Helen had already realized that a massive, earth-shattering news story was about to break across the United States.

She even saw the Pulitzer Prize beckoning.

If we don't take a chance now, when will we?

Many journalists have a kind of crazy spirit.

As the shooting occurred, sirens blared throughout Burbank, chaos erupted on campus as countless people fled in panic, and a large number of police cars blocked all the school gates.

Several helicopters belonging to journalists and the LAPD are hovering at low altitude.

SWAT vehicles, belonging to the LAPD, drove into the campus.

Inside the basketball court.

Bruce leaned against the wall, using a broken pistol to block Victor, but the AR gunshots coming from the other side made him worry about Martin's safety.

Just as they were about to make a move, the sound of shotguns roared out.

Bruce immediately turned his gun around and pointed it back the way he came.

At the vantage point, Viktor paused his firing and shouted, "Sergei, come quick! There's a bastard in this corner. Let's flank him from both sides!"

"Here they come!" came a frantic voice as Sergei raced down the curved corridor.

Viktor picked up his rifle, firing as he shouted, "I'm in!"

Bruce had no choice but to turn around and fire to suppress Victor.

Martin, clutching his gun, ran wildly. Old Brooks was his true brother in arms!

The wind whistled past his ears, the corridor receded, and Martin sprinted at the speed of a hundred-meter dash, finally seeing a figure ahead carrying a shotgun and wearing a tactical vest.

He didn't even glance at the bloodied corpses on the ground.

At this moment, Martin only has Old Brooks in his heart!

Sergei was running straight ahead, not paying attention to what was behind him.

Martin stopped; he no longer had the marksmanship to hit his target while running at high speed.

So he leaned against the outer wall, the butt of his AR rifle against his shoulder, his rapid breathing calmed slightly, and he aimed at the person in front of him.

Just as Sergei was about to raise his shotgun, Martin pulled the trigger.

bang bang bang-

Three shots were fired in quick succession, each hitting Sergei in the back!

Even though Sergei was wearing a bulletproof vest, at such close range, the bullet's immense kinetic energy caused him to immediately collapse, bleeding from his mouth and nose.

Martin shouted, "Old Brooks, it's me! Leave the rest to me!"

"You bastard, don't fucking die!" Brewster's signature greeting rang out.

Hearing Old Brooks' voice, Martin breathed a sigh of relief: "You idiot, if I hadn't come, your ass would have been smashed!"

Bruce turned to deal with the gunman in front of him: "Then you'd better keep watch for me!"

"I only smell a stench!" Martin said, but he didn't relax at all. He pointed his gun at Sergei on the ground and slowly approached.

He wasn't a professional police officer or soldier, so he couldn't empty the magazine.

"It's me, Helen!" Perhaps inspired by Martin's words, Helen arrived and identified herself before even showing herself.

She slowly turned around, holding the DV camera.

Martin glanced at her quickly, then ignored her, moved closer to Sergei, kicked away the shotgun, and pulled out his pistol and threw it away.

Having seen too many counterattacks in movies, even though Sergei was seriously injured and unconscious, he still untied Sergei's shoelaces, twisted his hands, and tied them behind his back.

"Sergei, Sergei!" Viktor heard the AR gunshots and called out to Sergei, but there was no response. The two disgusting bastards opposite him were flirting, driving him almost insane. He roared, "You two bastards, we're starting a shooting! Have some respect for people!"

Martin joined up with Bruce, and without caring whether they could hit him or not, they fired three shots randomly in the direction the sound came from.

After the gunshot, there was silence from the other side.

Viktor then realized an awkward situation: the angle he was in was indeed advantageous for hiding, but it prevented him from retreating. Once he came out, he would immediately be exposed to the enemy's line of fire.

Bruce took the AR rifle from Martin's hand, looking for an opportunity.

Martin took the pistol, keeping watch behind him, and said to Helen, who had followed him, "Call 911, the police are probably here."

Helen held a DV camera in one hand and took out her cell phone with the other to dial 911. After exchanging a few words, the call was quickly transferred to the highest-ranking officer of the LAPD at Burbank High School.

"I am Bill Bratton from the LAPD. Please identify yourself."

"WarnerMedia reporter Helen Corner." After Helen finished speaking, Martin simply took out his phone and said, "Martin Davis, yes! The actor who held the promotional event here today."

"What's the situation on your end?"

"My bodyguard and I are in a standoff with a gunman?" Martin asked. "Do you know how many gunmen there are?"

The reply came back: "Three people confirmed."

Martin breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Besides the gunman who was in a standoff, we subdued one, seriously wounded one, and the remaining one is currently facing off against us at the corner of the players' tunnel."

They were quite surprised. "Our LAPD hasn't even been deployed yet, and you've already taken care of most of it?" Bill Bratton asked. "Are you sure?"

Martin solemnly declared, "I'm sure!"

Bill Bratton said, "Don't hang up, stay connected."

He immediately summoned the SWAT team leader and ordered them to launch a full-scale attack. If they didn't go up now, they wouldn't even get the last kills and credit.

Soon, Bratton's voice came through the phone again: "We'll launch a full-scale attack in three minutes. Help distract the bandits."

Bruce, holding the AR, firmly guarded the corner.

There was no danger now. Martin was going to live in Los Angeles for a long time, so it was necessary to maintain a good relationship with the LAPD. He readily agreed: "I'll try to distract the criminals. Be careful, he has a repeating AR rifle."

Just as Victor was about to rush out, Bruce fired a few shots, scaring him back.

There were automatic rifles on the other side, and Martin and Bruce didn't want to take any risks.

Martin, having timed it fairly well, shouted, "Hey guys, you three came, right? I have some good news for you. Those two bastards are both dead, I took them down! Do you know why they couldn't beat me even with guns? Because I'm the leader of the Cola Cult, I can control cola to launch attacks."

A scoundrel resorts to lousy tactics: "The biggest guy with the AR tried to shoot me, but I just flicked my wrist, and dozens of Coke bottles flew up, hitting his head and his butt, knocking him out! And Sergei, do you know how he is now? He has a Coke bottle in his mouth and another in his butt, living the high life!"

Helen was stunned. What was this "Cola Cult"? She did see Martin smash the convenience store robber's head with a can of Coke, though...

Martin shouted again, "Hide your mouth and ass, the Coke's coming!"

"Sergei! Andrei!" Viktor shouted desperately, but there was no answer. He screamed almost frantically, "I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!"

bang bang bang-

Gunshots rang out from the players' tunnel, and Victor, holding a rifle, was riddled with bullets by the SWAT team.

Bruce said, "The LAPD is here. Cooperate with them."

Martin tossed aside his pistol, wiped the blood off his face, and turned on his phone to speak through the speakerphone: "Your operation was a success. My buddies and I are hiding behind the left corner. Don't get caught in the crossfire."

Bratton said, "Don't worry, they'll be there soon."

Helen then turned off the DV camera, removed the small storage disk, and tucked it vertically into her chest, sandwiching it between her two large breasts.

Then, I took a new memory disk out of my pocket, put it in the DV camera, and restarted it to record.

She noticed Martin was looking in their direction and winked at him.

Martin gave her a thumbs-up off-camera, as if he hadn't seen anything, and then turned back to her.

Bruce threw down his AR rifle and raised his hands.

The sound of hurried footsteps grew louder as several SWAT officers turned around.

Martin, with his phone on speakerphone, shouted, "This is Martin Davis..."

One of the masked men said, "Thanks, buddy."

Martin pointed behind him: "There's a thug over there who was shot, but he's probably not dead. I've tied him up. There's a convenience store further ahead, and another thug is inside. I've tied him up too."

The masked man was quite surprised: "You did this."

Martin shrugged. "Good luck."

More LAPD and medical staff rushed in, and some came to help Martin and his two companions with their examinations.

Martin suffered no other injuries except for a small cut on his hand from a shard of glass.

Bruce was completely unharmed.

Helen had only some bumps and bruises, nothing serious.

An LAPD inspector came over and politely ushered Martin and his two companions outside.

The entire campus has been sealed off by the LAPD, preventing both the criminals from escaping and journalists from easily entering.

Helen followed Martin, and the DV camera in her possession was confiscated by the LAPD as evidence.

Martin was sitting in the back of a car when paramedics came over to treat his wounds.

"Thanks, I'm fine, just a minor injury." Martin pointed to the basketball court: "There are many people over there who need help more than I do."

The medical staff nodded, picked up their medical kits, and ran towards the basketball court.

Bruce brought over cotton wool, purified water, and iodine to disinfect Martin's wound.

Then a stretcher was carried out carrying a body. Helen looked over there, still shaken: "What a close call!"

She looked at Martin: "Because of you, I was given a second chance at life."

Martin retorted without mincing words: "In that case, Helen, put on a good show for me in the news."

Helen replied solemnly, "Martin, you are a hero!"

I just finished writing this, and only proofread it once. Please point out any typos. That's all for today. (Tearfully begging for monthly votes and tips.)

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