America achieves both fame and fortune

Chapter 470 Ula

Before nine o'clock in the morning, the bright sunshine bathed the entire Santa Monica Pier. As the temperature rose sharply, mobile carts selling iced soft drinks drove up, with bottled and canned Coca-Cola displayed in glass freezers, attracting tourists and clowns wandering around nearby.

One after another, large numbers of reporters carrying cameras and video cameras also appeared in the old dock area.

Because the media had already published news that Martin was going to shoot Cartier men's watches here, many entertainment reporters and paparazzi rushed over.

This area was originally a tourist area with some visitors on weekdays, but today a film crew from the movie "GG" and a large number of fans came, which attracted a lot of mobile vendors.

Director Hudgens of the GG crew put down the viewfinder and said, "Good weather, good for filming."

The only problem was the sheer number of reporters and paparazzi; Martin's influence was too strong. He instructed his assistant, "Take some people to communicate with the media and tell them that I will give them ample time to take photos, so please cooperate with the work."

The assistant immediately called several people over.

Cartier men's watch executive Blanc went into Martin's makeup trailer for a few words, then quickly came out.

Because Nicholson and Leonardo came.

Martin, dressed casually, asked, "What are you doing here?"

Nicholson grinned slyly: "I heard Cartier will give you some men's watches as gifts so you can give them to your friends and family. Let's take advantage of this bargain."

Leonardo said, "Neither Jack nor I have watch sponsors, so we wanted to get some free watches to wear."

In fact, Cartier had already spoken with Thomas, and Martin readily agreed: "No problem, two pieces each, one on each wrist. You can't go without them!"

Leonardo pointed at Martin and said, "You bastard, you're trying to embarrass us, aren't you?"

Martin laughed heartily: "With this kind of left-right coordination, you might be able to run 100 meters in 20 seconds."

Leonardo wanted to hit someone.

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In the parking lot high up on the dock, Big Beard and another man had just dressed up as clowns.

The two changed into red T-shirts and dressed up as members of the Cola Cult.

In the Ford multi-purpose van next to them, which had a rear-opening door, Victor and the driver each took out an AR semi-automatic pistol from a long bag disguised as a tennis ball bag. They carefully inspected the magazines and other parts, placed them on the side of the door, and then each took out a pistol and inspected it again.

The bearded man muttered, "I can handle this by myself, why make it so complicated?"

Victor, however, was very serious: "Stop talking nonsense and just follow orders."

The bearded man clenched his fist, released it, and clenched it again, feeling a surge of power within his body.

Martin Davis is impressive on screen, and the media hypes him up, but Hollywood stars are best at acting; how strong can their real fighting ability be?

The bearded man had watched videos of Burbank High School, and in his eyes, the so-called "Cola God of War" was no different from British football hooligans.

Bullying middle school students is one thing, but dealing with a gang professional like him... well...

Victor patted the equally tall and muscular blond man on the shoulder and said, "I'll say it one last time, you and Big Beard are in charge of the fighting. Remember, you're only allowed to injure people, not kill them. The boss wants them alive."

The bearded man, who always obeyed Victor, replied, "Don't worry about it, leave it to us."

Victor then said to the driver, "Open the back door, you're in charge of waiting in the car."

The driver nodded: "I will monitor remotely."

Victor tucked his pistol into his arm holster and said, "Martin is always accompanied by a manager named Bruce, who is actually his bodyguard. He's also involved with Burbank High School. When you make a move against Martin, I'll take care of him."

The other three said they understood.

Victor dialed his cell phone: "Boss, we're ready."

On the other side, Boris, carrying a travel bag, stood by the dock railing and said, "The crew is setting up the safety barriers. Let's begin."

Victor hung up the phone and ordered, "Let's go!"

The driver started the engine and drove off at high speed.

The bearded man became excited and shouted, "Hurrah! Hurrah..."

The car turned onto the road leading to the dock area. On one side was the dock's tourist area, and on the other side was a mountain wall similar to a winding mountain road.

The driver slowed down, and Victor kept his eyes fixed on the trailer truck in the distance. Then he saw four people get out of the trailer: three young and one old.

The one walking at the very front is the target, Martin Davis.

Victor ordered, "Go over there."

The driver lightly pressed the accelerator, and the Ford van, like a cargo truck, passed by several mobile vehicles on the side of the road at a leisurely pace.

The car gradually approached the yellow cordon set up by the film crew, while most of the fans and reporters were in the visitor area a few dozen meters away.

The driver stopped the car, and Victor opened the door: "Let's begin."

The bearded man and the blond man opened the back door and got out from the back.

Immediately, crew members noticed and came over, shouting, "You can't park your car here, move it now!"

Victor greeted them with a smile: "We're Martin fans. We've run into him so many times, so we'll get his autograph and leave right away."

"No, you can't park here." The staff saw the bearded, blond man dressed as a clown and assumed he was a die-hard Martin fan.

There were quite a few people dressed similarly near the dock today.

Seeing that Martin had already walked a short distance away and was about to turn onto the road leading to the tourist area to sign autographs for fans and pose for photos with the media, the bearded man quickened his pace and said, "Let's finish signing autographs and then continue."

When the staff member came to stop him, the bearded man suddenly exerted his strength, took two steps forward, bumped into the staff member, and ran forward.

The blond man caught up from behind, but he was a little slower and lagged behind by a few meters.

Victor quickly chased after him, one hand ready to reach into his clothes at any moment.

Martin is adjusting his smile to face the cameras of fans and media reporters.

Many reporters had already moved their cameras and video recorders here to take pictures.

The commotion on the other side caught Martin's attention. When he turned to look, he saw two clowns running towards him one after the other, followed by a middle-aged white man, and then crew members struggling to get up from the ground.

This alerted him; crazy fans can be terrifying.

The bearded clown in front called out, "Martin, wait a minute, can you sign some autographs for us?"

Martin instinctively stopped in his tracks.

Bruce quickened his pace, taking two steps ahead of Nicholson and Leonardo.

As always, he gripped the gun at his waist, just in case.

The two sides were only about twenty meters apart. In the blink of an eye, the bearded man was close to Martin. The pen and poster he was holding fell to the ground with a thud, revealing a short-bladed dagger hidden among them.

The boss wants him alive, so Big Beard should cripple him first and control him.

Martin spotted the dagger immediately and shouted, "Old Brooks!"

Just as he shouted, the dagger in the bearded man's hand was already thrusting towards him.

The bearded man was full of confidence; this stab would neither kill Martin nor render him unable to resist.

But the next moment, the bearded man's right hand was grabbed, as if it were in an iron hoop, and he could not move an inch.

Before the bearded man could make his next move, Martin had already unleashed the special skill he had been practicing diligently for the past year.

His right foot lashed out like lightning, striking the man between the legs just as he was about to block with his leg. The sound of an egg cracking was heard.

The bearded man let out a bloodcurdling scream, and the dagger in his hand clattered to the stone pavement.

Only men know the pain of men!

The bearded man was crying and sniffling, feeling dizzy and lightheaded, and was about to collapse to the ground.

But Martin's second strike has already begun!

He swung his right fist and struck the bearded man squarely in the throat!

The bearded man's screams stopped abruptly, and he could barely breathe.

Martin's left fist landed with a thud on the bearded man's eyes and nose.

His high, straight nose snapped off with a crack, and crystal-like liquid flew out of one of his eyes.

In just a few breaths, Martin unleashed the three-hit combo he had practiced the most and was most familiar with.

Groin kicks, throat locks, and eye punches!

As the bearded man slumped to the ground, Martin kicked off the ground and charged toward the blond man who had just pulled out handcuffs to cooperate with the bearded man.

Two tough guys collided and fell to the ground together.

Martin, shameless and reckless, opened his mouth and bit the blond man's neck, gouged out the blond man's eyes with his fingers, and forcefully pushed upwards with his knee.

When you're risking your life, you don't care about looking pretty.

Martin reacted faster and was stronger than the blond guy, who was caught in a pincer attack and couldn't defend himself for a while.

Almost at the same moment, Victor's hand swiftly reached into his coat and pulled out his gun.

But Bruce was faster and fired first.

Bang! Bang—

Gunshots rang out continuously, carrying far and wide. Victor instinctively looked down and saw blood gushing from his chest and abdomen. All his strength vanished, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Nicholson and Leonardo were dumbfounded, completely bewildered by what had happened.

Martin's fans thought it was a filming and held their breath, afraid of disturbing him.

The media reporters also thought so for a moment, and subconsciously did not make any move.

But many of them are veteran paparazzi and entertainment reporters. Years of professional habits and muscle memory have made them constantly operate their cameras and video cameras, faithfully recording everything that happens through their lenses.

Bruce fired his shot and, without pausing, immediately turned the gun towards the car from which the three men had gotten out.

At the rear door of the Ford van, the driver, seeing the situation had changed, hurriedly grabbed the AR rifle that was propped up to the side. Just as he raised the gun, before he could even aim, he heard another gunshot.

Bang! Bang—

The driver felt completely drained, his body slumped to the side, and he collapsed onto the side of the carriage.

At the same time, the blond man let out a scream mixed with profanities.

Martin's fingers gouged into one of his eyes, and his abdomen was repeatedly struck, causing him so much pain that he almost forgot who he was!

Martin heard Old Brooks fire the gun and also heard the blond man swearing.

Without holding back, he broke free from the blond man's arm, grabbed his long hair, and lifted his head.

The blond guy was ruthless too, saying in broken English, "You're dead!"

Martin grabbed the blond man's head and slammed it hard against the road.

With a muffled thud, blood splattered from the blond man's head.

Martin shouted, "Old Brooks, it's the Russians!"

He couldn't understand the blond guy's swear words, but he could tell they were Russian!

Bruce shouted, "Find cover first!"

Martin picked up the pistol that another man had dropped, not forgetting his two old buddies: "Leo, Jack, hide! Hurry!"

He deduced from the blond man's words that he was likely the target, and warned, "Run back! Run back now, away from me!"

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival to everyone, and may your families be reunited. I'm going back to my hometown today, and there will be many things to take care of there, so please forgive me if updates are not timely in the next few days.

(End of this chapter)