America achieves both fame and fortune

Chapter 471 Life or Death

What was that sound?

Upon hearing the gunshots, Blanc, the Cartier men's watch representative in the area, paid no attention and even asked his assistant, who was also in the car, "I don't recall there being any gunfight scenes in the script, right?"

The assistant kept shaking his head, saying, "This is a scene from a movie called 'GG,' how could there be any gunfight scenes?"

Then more gunshots rang out. Blanco sensed something was wrong, opened the car door, got out, and shouted, "Where are you shooting? Where are you shooting?"

Diagonally opposite him, a man with a bear-like neck tattoo opened a long bag and took out a black long gun.

The most common AR rifle in the United States!

Blanco, being French, didn't hesitate for a moment. He instantly used his family's secret technique, pulling out a white handkerchief from his pocket and waving it as he ran towards the back of the car.

The tattooed man ignored Blanco completely, grabbed his gun, put his earpiece in his ear, and ran.

The boss Victor's roar came through the earpiece: "Plan one failed, now execute plan two!"

The first method is to capture them alive; the second method is naturally to kill them on the spot.

Boris had privately promised the four of them that if the first plan failed, they would receive an additional three million dollars if they managed to take down Martin Davis.

This amount of money is enough for them to risk their lives.

The tattooed man hid next to the GG sign at the bus stop where the crowd had dispersed.

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"Leo, Jack!" Martin gripped his gun with both hands, crouched low, and shouted, "Go back, hide! Hide now! They're after me! Stay away! Stay away!"

Bruce ignored the two guys and pulled Martin towards the Ford.

That vehicle was the nearest cover.

Nobody knew if there were any Russians around.

Nicholson, being experienced and worldly-wise, had already realized that he and Leonardo would only be a burden by following Martin, so he turned around and ran towards the trailer.

Leonardo quickly followed, proving that his 11-second 100-meter dash was no joke; he overtook Nicholson after only five or six meters.

But he didn't abandon his old buddies, just like he told Martin to leave as soon as he was in danger.

Leonardo reached out and grabbed Nicholson's hand, pulling him forward with all his might.

The two held hands and wandered the world.

Gunshots rang out again without warning.

bang bang bang-

Amidst the firing of automatic rifles, leaves flew wildly in the roadside green belt, and branches broke one after another.

The gunman ignored Leonardo and Nicholson; his target was Martin.

Martin leaped into the side of the car and crouched behind the tires.

Bruce reached into the car, pulled out the AR rifle, tossed it to Martin, and shouted, "Get to the hood, just like you do in your usual training!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than, amidst the clatter of a ping-pong ball, the Ford's windshield shattered completely, and more than a dozen bullet holes appeared on the hood.

Martin holstered his pistol, picked up his rifle, caught a magazine Old Brooks threw at him, stuffed it into his pocket, and shouted, "Old Brooks, it's those damn Russians! They're here for revenge!"

Bruce opened the car door, found an AR, raised the gun, pointed it forward, and fired several shots in succession.

He said, "Damn it, don't die! I don't want to attend your funeral!"

Martin nodded: "We have to live! We fucking have to live!"

It's either you die or I live!

Leonardo's 11-second 100-meter dash is no joke; in just a short while, he dragged Nicholson to the tow truck.

Nicholson felt his blood pressure spike and his heart pounding in his chest, but without taking a breath, he pulled out his phone, dialed 911, and yelled, "Old Santa Monica docks, we're under attack by armed robbers! Did you hear gunfire? This is Jack Nicholson. Martin Davis and Leonardo are here too, the Titanic guy! And a whole bunch of billionaires..."

Before he could finish the call, he was so out of breath that he collapsed onto the ground.

Leonardo, who exercises regularly and is in good physical condition, also took out his phone and dialed, but instead of 911, he dialed a familiar deputy chief: "Martin and I were attacked by more than a dozen armed thugs at the old pier in Santa Monica..."

Nicholson, catching his breath, looked around and noticed the dock management building was quite tall. He tugged at Leonardo's sleeve: "Let's go up there, quick! It's high up, we can see better!"

The two ran in that direction again.

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On the other side, screams erupted one after another. Even the most oblivious tourists, movie fans, and reporters realized that this was not a movie shoot, but a gunfight!

There were too many people and it was too chaotic. Those Russians were mixed in with everyone, and it was impossible to tell them apart. It would be very troublesome to launch a sudden attack.

Martin couldn't possibly pick up a gun and mow them all down, so he could only shout, "Get out of here! All of you get out of here! Don't stay here!"

Even at this point, her dramatic nature remained: "They're after me! You all need to get out of here, it's dangerous! Get out of here!"

The crowd dispersed quickly. The moviegoers listened to Martin's advice, and as Americans, they weren't particularly panicked by the shooting; they just wanted to find a safe place to hide first.

Some reporters ran away, but some reporters didn't.

Several reporters even picked up their cameras and tried to run towards Martin.

But the gunshots made them fall to the ground again.

At that moment, these people were thinking of a reporter named Helen.

A junior reporter for WarnerMedia, who covered the Burbank High School incident and captured Martin's story, became famous overnight.

She not only won the Pulitzer Prize, but also had her own hit show, "The Helen Show," becoming someone on par with Ellen DeGeneres.

Isn't one's future and destiny determined by risking one's life?

They lay on the ground, but the cameras were raised high. Some reporters went to film the Ford van, while others went to film the other side of the car, trying to capture the armed robbers.

Several other quick-thinking reporters hurriedly took a detour, trying to find a position where they could photograph the back of the car and capture Martin's situation.

Not far from them, Boris's bodyguards mingled among some tourists.

As soon as the gunshot rang out, Martin yelled, and the tourists all scattered, leaving him alone standing near the cordon.

Because they were mixed in with tourists and were preparing to launch a surprise attack, the bodyguards did not carry long guns.

He glanced at the car and saw Martin moving, then immediately drew his pistol.

Almost simultaneously, Martin also spotted the lone tourist, AR's gun butt resting on his shoulder.

bang bang bang-

Gunshots rang out, and bullets were fired from both the bodyguard's pistol and Martin's rifle.

The two sides were nearly 30 meters apart, and the pistol bullets hit the carriage near Martin.

Martin fired five consecutive rifle bullets that struck the man's chest and abdomen without missing a single one.

At that distance, with the power of the rifle, the bodyguard had no chance of escaping and collapsed to the ground, limp and lifeless.

After Martin finished shooting, he quickly hid behind the car engine, curling his body up against the tires.

Amidst the intense gunfire, the area where he had just been standing, including the front of the car and the ground, was hit by at least a dozen bullets.

For a moment, bullets flew everywhere.

Martin was lucky; no ricochets hit him.

But the gunshots startled passersby, revealing the four gunmen.

One of them shouted in broken English, "Martin Davis, let's fight to the death today!"

Instead of making a sound, Martin quietly extended the muzzle of his gun, aimed it in the direction from which the sound came, and pulled the trigger.

Several gunshots rang out in succession, and then the sound from the other side stopped.

Then, more intense gunfire erupted, and Martin ducked back inside.

He noticed several reporters standing a few dozen meters away, parallel to the viewpoint. They had set up their cameras and were filming him.

Martin Chong gestured a few times, trying to inquire about the situation of the bandits.

These people may not have understood, or they may not have cared; they were only focused on filming and completely ignored him.

Leonardo and Nicholson climbed to the second floor of the small building of the pier management office, where they had a panoramic view of the pier's tourist area.

Four men dressed in black were approaching the Ford car, using a crisscrossing approach for cover.

Once they get close, Martin and Bruce will inevitably be attacked from both sides.

Knowing the situation was urgent, Nicholson said to Leonardo, "I need to warn Martin, get out of the way and don't show your face."

After saying that, he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Martin, watch out! They're attacking with crossfire! There's one on your left and one on your right, less than fifty meters away!"

Nicholson is a skilled actor who has learned many strange things for his acting career over the decades, including some tactical terminology.

He spotted four armed robbers and shouted at the top of his lungs, "There's one at each of your positions: 10 o'clock, 12 o'clock, 1 o'clock, and 3 o'clock. The closest one is only forty meters away!"

Leonardo cursed, "Why aren't those LAPD bastards here yet?"

In the distance, Boris, whose English wasn't fluent but was understandable, heard someone remind Martin and shouted in Russian, "Kirilenko, Sergei, cover! Nicholas, follow me!"

If we miss this opportunity, we may never have another chance to avenge our son and grandson.

Boris Johnson, who is over 60, has made a tough decision this time.

Two ARs fired repeatedly, suppressing Martin and Bruce.

Boris and Nicholas flanked from both sides, like the pincers of a crab, ready to crush their enemy.

Martin heard the warning from above, guessed the approximate location, and knew that if things continued like this, they might face an even more difficult situation before the LAPD arrived.

Or we'll be doomed if the LAPD doesn't come!

Martin shouted, "Old Brooks, cover me!"

Bruce lay on the ground, stretched out his hand slightly, aimed at the direction from which the gunshot came, and pulled the AR trigger.

One by one, the hot brass cartridge cases popped out.

Martin faced a similar situation at Burbank High School and knew that to survive, he couldn't rely on the LAPD; he had to fight for his life.

He spotted cover ahead and, taking advantage of the gunfire being slightly suppressed by Old Bu, he crouched down and rushed out, just like he was practicing for filming The Chase, and leaped behind the concrete base of the GG sign.

Having changed positions, Martin spotted his target.

He raised his AR rifle, just as he had trained for the past five years, and instantly locked onto a shooter, pulling the trigger.

Bang bang bang!

Sergei, whose attention was drawn to Bruce, was taking cover behind the bus stop, firing to provide cover for Boris.

The bullet came from the side and front, hitting the GG sign on the platform, the metal pillar, and Sergei, who was hiding behind the GG sign.

Martin emptied the magazine in one go, and four out of the dozen or so bullets hit their mark.

Sergei lay down on the ground without making a sound.

Martin, as nimble as a monkey, darted out again and hid behind the front of a mobile vendor's cart.

Strange screams came from the other side, and amidst the dense gunfire, Martin felt the moving vehicle shaking violently.

Countless bullets struck the two vehicles, and a flying hamburger even hit Martin on the head with a thud.

(End of this chapter)