America achieves both fame and fortune

Chapter 779 Gunshots at the Premiere

The two cars then pulled up to the edge of the red carpet, and Vin Diesel, dressed in a white suit, stepped out of the Bentley in front.

The Bentley drove off, and the Cadillac Escalade slowly followed behind.

The line of cars was so long that the Bentley had to move to make way for a parking space and stop.

The Cadillac Escalade behind stopped in front of the red carpet.

Nicholson looked out the car window at the carpet: "This guy seems to be doing pretty well these past few years."

"They gathered a bunch of people and created a very successful film series." In Martin's memory, Dom and Captain Sparrow were somewhat similar; they were originally supporting characters, but later they all became the absolute protagonists.

The media reporters' cameras were initially focused on Vin Diesel.

But the Escalade stopped at the edge of the red carpet, and the reporters, recognizing Martin's car, immediately turned their cameras and video cameras around.

Vin Diesel subconsciously slowed his pace and glanced back.

Just then, Bruce and Nicholson opened the car doors and got out of the passenger seat and the back seat, respectively.

Martin, who had gotten out of the car on the other side, then turned around from the front of the car.

The red carpet erupted in cheers, several times louder than when Christian Bale walked by.

"Martin! Martin..."

"Master, look this way, I am your follower!"

"The eternal Coca-Cola cult! The eternal clown!"

Flashbulbs kept going off around Martin and Nicholson, and almost all the media reporters' cameras were focused on them.

Although Vin Diesel maintained a blank expression, he seemed somewhat uncomfortable.

Tang Laoda is used to being at the center of the world.

Just diagonally opposite, a clown's gaze shifted from Martin's direction and landed on Vin Diesel's strikingly bald head and white suit.

Originally, James' first choice was Martin, but he was a little far away and there was a lot of flashing light, so he couldn't see him clearly.

He flipped up his jacket, pulled out an M79 submachine gun, disengaged the safety, aimed at Vin Diesel at no more than ten meters away, and pulled the trigger.

Da da da—

Gunshots rang out suddenly, drowning out all the noise at the premiere, as if they could pierce one's eardrums.

In that instant, Vin Diesel seemed to sense something, turned his head to look in that direction, noticed the flames spewing out, and at the same time felt something enter his body and something else rush out of his body.

Immediately afterwards, everything went dark before his eyes, and he collapsed with a thud.

Blood stained the white suit, and blood flowed out from four or five bullet holes.

Martin caught the first shot; he immediately recognized it as gunfire. He grabbed Nicholson, who was trying to move forward, and shoved him forcefully into the back seat, where the door was still open, shouting, "Shooting! Take cover!"

The old bastard trusted Martin, and with Martin pushing him along, he got into the car without even realizing what was happening until the door slammed shut.

Bruce had already positioned himself in front of Martin, drawing his pistol with his right hand, but his eyes, still blinded by the flashes of light, couldn't see clearly into the distance.

Martin was shouting, and he was shouting too: "Get in! Get in!"

The rear door closed, and Bruce, without saying a word, pushed Martin into the passenger seat.

Then he rushed toward the front of the car.

This Escalade is an armored car!

The premiere was a scene of chaos, with screams erupting everywhere. Fans around James frantically fled, and people around him also ran out.

Many people next to the Cadillac Escalade heard Martin's shouts and saw his actions. Some immediately lay down on the ground, while others quickly hid behind the car.

But some journalists are the kind of people who, even when facing mortal danger or being shot, will still try to shoot down bullets flying towards them.

After taking down Van Dijk with a few shots, James immediately turned his gun towards Cadillac, and without even aiming carefully, pulled the trigger again.

Da da da da—

Flames shot from the muzzle of the M79 submachine gun!

Martin had just closed the passenger door when he heard a series of clattering sounds, as if countless bullets had struck the Escalade.

A bullet struck the passenger-side window, leaving a large white spot on the bulletproof glass.

Martin leaned back, reaching into the armrest box, and saw Bruce pass by the front of the car, a spurt of blood flying from his body, staining the windshield red.

He lost his balance and fell near the front wheel on the other side.

"Old Brooks!" Martin's eyes were filled with blood red, veins throbbing on his forehead. He pulled a Beretta from the armrest box and turned off the safety.

Beside him, Nicholson's experienced driver slightly lowered the driver's side window, and Martin's voice came through: "Old Brooks, is he still alive?"

"I won't die!" Bruce's voice was clearly off. "I got bitten on my right arm!"

Gunshots rang out from the rear of the vehicle. Martin shouted, "Get in! Get in right now!"

Bruce, with his arms hanging down, climbed into the back seat.

Blood was flowing continuously from his upper right arm, and his forehead was covered in sweat.

Nicholson realized that he had been shot, and when he saw that Old Brooks was injured, he quickly took out his belt and used it to tie the wound above Old Brooks's wound.

The experienced driver had followed Nicholson for many years and had seen many big scenes. Although he was terrified, he still picked up his phone with trembling hands and dialed 911 to report the incident.

Martin glanced at Bruce to make sure he was out of danger, and then, feeling a little relieved, turned to look at the gunman about twenty meters away.

The gunman was deathly pale, with a gaping, blood-red mouth, and was dressed in a long black coat—a classic clown outfit.

Even the submachine gun he was carrying was the M79 used by the Joker in the movie.

The premiere was in complete chaos, with people lying on the ground, fleeing in panic, and bleeding from gunshot wounds.

But Martin only had eyes for this gunman!

If the bullet had been just a fraction off, his brother, with whom he had shared life and death, might have been gone!

Martin calmed himself down, gripped the Beretta tightly with one hand, and pressed the window up/down button with the other.

There were cars in front and behind the Escalade, making it impossible to move.

The premiere invited so many guests that a long line of luxury cars stretched for who knows how far.

The reporter, who was hiding by the car, felt a little safer and immediately set up his camera to take pictures.

How could we miss such big news?

Gunshots rang out from behind the vehicle, accompanied by the roar of off-road motorcycle engines.

The crowd, which had already scattered and fled, became even more chaotic.

James Holmes emptied an extended magazine, immediately pulled a tear gas canister from his pocket, and threw it at Cadillac.

As tear gas was released, the people who had been lying on the ground fled in panic, obstructing Martin's view.

Martin had just lowered the window a little when he quickly rolled it back up and reached towards the back: "Water!"

Nicholson fastened Bruce's belt, opened the car's mini-fridge, grabbed a bottle of Coca-Cola, and tossed it over.

Martin then bit open the bottle cap, poured the liquid into the car door storage compartment, pulled out a soaked towel, covered his mouth and nose, and tied it to the back of his head.

Nicholson, worried that Martin might need it again, took out a few more bottles of Coke and placed them on the armrest box.

At the same time, James loaded a new magazine, turned the gun towards the theater entrance, and started firing wildly at the group with the most formal attire, regardless of who was there.

People outside the Dolby Theatre ran into the theatre the moment the gunshots rang out.

People like the Nolans, Anne Hathaway, and others would run to the back of the Dolby Theatre as soon as they entered.

But those walking on the red carpet aren't so lucky.

Vin Diesel, the leader of Family Man, died on the spot. Christian Bale, who was still on the red carpet, was jolted by the panicked crowd and had only just reached the steps in front of the theater entrance.

Da da da—

The gunshot rang out behind him. Bell felt a huge force hit his buttocks, causing him to fall forward face-first, his nose hitting the stone steps, and his high nose bridge immediately collapsed.

A piercing pain shot through his back, like being hit by a drill. He wiped his hand back, and when he pulled it back, it was covered in blood.

A scream rang in my ears, and a man with a hole in his head collapsed in front of Bell.

Bell didn't dare to get up, nor did he have the strength to do so, so he could only lie on the ground and pretend to be dead.

The sound of submachine guns kept ringing out, starting with one, then two, and now three submachine guns had been fired.

One is in front of the Dolby Theatre, and the other two are on either side of Hollywood Boulevard.

Gunmen disguised as clowns opened fire wildly, and screams and cries echoed through the heart of Hollywood Heights.

Since the incident, in such a short period of time, no one knows how many people have fallen.

Next to the Cadillac Escalade, which was riddled with more than a dozen bullet holes from a submachine gun, tear gas was used to disperse the crowd, and the evening breeze dispersed the tear gas.

Martin finally saw the gunman more than 20 meters away!

That bastard almost killed Old Brooks!

"Lie down!" Martin shouted!

The experienced driver quickly reclined his seat and lay down in the car.

As Martin lowered the car window, a pungent smell immediately wafted in. Even with a wet towel covering his mouth and nose, he still felt uncomfortable, especially in his eyes.

But he gripped the gun with both hands and raised the Beretta.

Martin's hands were very steady, even though his eyes felt uncomfortable as if something had pierced them.

Twenty meters away, the gunman firing directly at the entrance of the Dolby Theatre was no different from a stationary target at the Angels Club in his eyes.

Martin pulled the trigger without hesitation.

bang bang bang-

Beretta roared, and bullets flew out one after another, hitting the black-clad gunman's broad back with perfect accuracy.

James was shot in the back and tried to turn around and shoot.

But Martin will not give the gunners any chance to retaliate.

The crackling gunfire sounded like firecrackers, and the freedom of America was unmistakably demonstrated at that moment.

Martin emptied the Beretta's magazine!

James collapsed to the ground, his pale face facing the darkening sky. His blood-red mouth suddenly curved upwards, as if he were laughing in his final moments.

His last thought was: he was finally free from this world of competing to be the worst!

Martin emptied the magazine, made sure the gunman couldn't stand up again, immediately rolled up the car window, and coughed a few times.

Even though the night wind dispersed the gas, the irritating fumes from tear gas can still be pungent.

Da da da—

The sound of submachine gun fire rang out again from behind the vehicle; the roar of the motorcycle and the gunfire were already very close!

Another bullet hit the Escalade, and two white dots appeared on the rear window.

Martin glanced back and saw a gunman dressed as a clown riding a motocross bike, speeding through the gap between the two rows of cars.

The man held onto the handlebars with one hand and raised a submachine gun with the other, firing wildly indiscriminately.

There was no specific target; they just fired wildly.

(End of this chapter)