In the convenience store, everyone watched blankly as Martin ran out to save a follower, not knowing what to say.
Elizabeth opened her mouth, but Martin never shouted that sentence. She wiped the tears on her face, and had only one thought in her heart, this is a man!
In order to save people, he chooses to hide in the place closest to the gangster. When the opportunity arises, he jumps out without risking his own life and subdues the gangster in one fell swoop.
If this is not called a man, there will be no men in the world!
Elizabeth will never forget this day as long as she lives.
"It's over, I'm done." Blake has become the ultimate bitch, shouting in his heart: "Be good-looking, have a good figure, be capable, and be so MAN!"
She secretly overturned her previous understanding: "Leonardo is nothing compared to Martin? He is just a vase at most! Martin is my ultimate idol!"
As we all know, super licking dogs only have one idea for idols.
Others are also grateful to Martin. Without Martin, they would probably be dead.
Only reporter Helen was different. She picked up the DV and rushed out of the convenience store to chase Martin.
Helen has realized that big news will break out across the United States today.
She even saw a Pulitzer Prize beckoning.
If you don't give it a try now, how long will it take?
Many reporters have a streak of madness.
At the same time as the shooting occurred, Burbank police sirens rang continuously, the campus was in chaos, countless people fled in panic, and a large number of police cars blocked all entrances to the campus.
Several helicopters belonging to news reporters and the LAPD were circling at low altitude.
An explosion-proof vehicle belonging to the LAPD's SWAT drove into the campus.
In the basketball gym.
Bruce leaned against the corner and blocked Victor with a broken pistol, but the AR gunfire from the other side made him worry about Martin's safety.
Just when he was about to make a move, the shotgun roared.
Bruce immediately turned his gun and pointed it in the direction it came from.
At the corner, Victor paused shooting and shouted: "Sergey, come here quickly, there is a bastard in the corner here, let's attack him from the front and back."
"Here we come!" The voice came with madness, and Sergey ran wildly along the arc-shaped corridor.
Victor picked up the rifle and shouted while shooting: "I'm on!"
Bruce had to turn around and shoot to suppress Victor.
Martin held the gun and ran all the way. Lao Bu was his real life and death brother!
The wind sounded in his ears, and the corridor continued to retreat. Martin ran at a sprint speed of 100 meters, and finally saw the figure holding a shotgun and wearing a tactical vest in front of him.
He didn't even look at the bleeding corpse on the ground.
At this moment, Martin only has Lao Bu in his heart!
Sergey was running forward without paying attention to what was behind him.
Martin stopped. He didn't have the shooting skills to hit the target while running fast.
So, he leaned against the outside wall, with the butt of the AR gun on his shoulder, his rapid breathing calmed down slightly, and he aimed at the person in front.
Just when Sergey was about to pick up the shotgun, Martin pulled the trigger.
Bang bang bang——
Three consecutive shots were fired, hitting Sergey in the back!
Even though Sergey was wearing a body armor, at such a close distance and with the huge kinetic energy of the bullet, he immediately threw himself on the street, bleeding from his mouth and nose.
Martin shouted: "Old Bu, it's me, leave it to me later!"
"You bastard, don't step on the horse and die!" Bruce's unique greeting sounded.
Hearing Old Bu's voice, Martin felt relieved: "You stupid pig, if I hadn't come over here, your ass would have exploded!"
Bruce turned to deal with the gunman in front: "Then you have to help me guard it!"
"I only smell a bad smell!" Martin said, but he did not relax at all. He pointed the gun at Sergey on the ground and slowly approached.
After all, he is not a professional policeman or soldier, so he cannot empty the magazine.
"It's me, Helen!" Probably inspired by Martin's words, Helen rushed over and showed her identity first.
She turned around slowly holding the DV.
Martin glanced quickly, ignored her, approached Sergei, kicked the shotgun away, drew his pistol and threw it away.
Having seen too many counterattacks in movies, even though Sergey was seriously injured and unconscious, he still untied Sergey's shoelaces, twisted his hands, and tied them behind his back.
"Sergey, Sergey!" Victor heard the gunshots of the AR and called Sergey. No one answered. The two disgusting bastards on the other side were flirting with each other. He was so angry that he almost went crazy. He furiously said, "You two bastards." , we are launching a shooting, please respect people!"
Martin joined Bruce, regardless of whether he could hit him or not, and fired three shots at random towards the place where the sound came from.
After the gunfire, there was no sound from there.
Victor discovered an embarrassing thing at this time. The angle he was in was indeed conducive to hiding, but he could not retreat. Once he came out, he would be immediately exposed to the opponent's shooting range.
Bruce took the AR rifle from Martin's hand and looked for an opportunity.
Martin took the pistol, stood guard behind him, and said to Helen, who was following him: "Call 911, the police are probably here."
Helen held the DV in one hand and took out her cell phone with the other to dial 911. After a few brief words, the call was quickly transferred to the LAPD's top command staff at Burbank Middle School.
"This is Bill Bratton from the LAPD, please tell me who you are."
"Warner TV reporter Helen Kohner." After Helen finished speaking, Martin simply took the phone and said: "Martin Davis, yes! He is the actor who is holding a promotional event here today."
"What's going on over there?"
"My bodyguard and I are confronting a gunman?" Martin asked: "Do you know how many gunmen there are?"
The other side replied: "Confirm three people."
Martin truly breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Except for the gunmen who were facing each other, we subdued one person and seriously injured one. The remaining person is confronting us at the corner of the three forks of the player tunnel."
The people over there are quite surprised that you have solved most of the problem before the LAPD even dispatched? Bill Bratton asked: "Are you sure?"
Martin solemnly said: "OK!"
Bill Bratton said: "Don't hang up the phone, stay in touch."
He immediately called the person in charge of SWAT and told them to attack immediately. If they didn't go up, they wouldn't even be able to get the final kills and credit.
Soon, Bratton's voice rang on the phone again: "We will attack in three minutes to help attract the attention of the gangsters."
Bruce holds an AR and firmly guards the corner.
There is no danger at all now. Martin will live in Los Angeles for a long time in the future. It is necessary to have a good relationship with the LAPD. He agreed: "I will find a way to distract the gangster. Be careful, he has a repeater in his hand." AR rifle.”
Just as Victor was about to rush out, Bruce fired a few shots, scaring them back again.
There were automatic rifles on the opposite side, and Martin and Bruce didn't want to take any chances.
Martin calculated that the time was almost up and shouted: "Hey, man, there are three of you here, right? Let me tell you good news, those two bastards are on the street, all because of me! Do you know why they are there?" Can't a gun hit me? Because I am the leader of the Coke Cult and can control Coke to launch attacks."
Bad guys make bad moves: "The biggest guy using an AR actually wanted to shoot me. I just made a move and dozens of bottles of Coke flew up, hitting his head on top and his butt on the bottom, sending him flying onto the street! Also! Sergey, do you know how he is now? He has a bottle of Coke in his mouth and a bottle of Coke in his butt. He is as happy as in heaven!"
Helen was stunned. What is the Coca-Cola Cult? She did see Martin smash the head of the convenience store gangster with Coke...
Martin shouted again: "Hide your mouth and butt, the Coke is coming!"
"Sergey! Andrei!" Victor yelled as hard as he could, but no one answered. He shouted almost frantically: "I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!"
Bang bang bang——
Gunshots rang out from the player tunnel, and Victor, who was holding a rifle, was beaten into a hornet's nest by the SWATs.
Bruce said: "LAPD is here, cooperate with them."
Martin threw away the pistol, wiped the blood on his face, turned on his cell phone and said, "Your operation was successful. My friends and I are hiding behind the corner on the left. Don't accidentally hurt us."
Bratton said: "Don't worry, they will be there soon."
Helen turned off the DV at this time, removed the small storage disk, and stuffed it upright into her chest, sandwiching it between the two big lumps.
Then, I took out a new storage disk from my pocket, installed it on the DV, and restarted shooting.
She noticed that Martin was looking here and winked at Martin.
Martin gave her a thumbs up from outside the camera, as if he didn't see anything, and then turned back.
Bruce dropped the AR rifle and raised his hands.
The sound of dense footsteps came from far and near, and several SWATs turned around.
Martin turned on his cell phone and shouted: "I'm Martin Davis..."
One of the masked men said, "Thanks, man."
Martin pointed to the back: "There is a gangster who was shot over there. He should not be dead. I tied him up. There is a convenience store further ahead. Another gangster is in the store. I tied him up."
The masked man was quite surprised: "You did it."
Martin shrugged: "Good luck."
More LAPD and medical personnel rushed in, and others came to help the three Martins check.
Apart from a small cut on his hand from a broken glass bottle, Martin suffered no other injuries.
Bruce has no shit.
There were only some bumps on Helen's body, not even injuries.
A police superintendent from the LAPD came over and politely invited the three Martins outside.
The entire campus has been cordoned off layer by layer by the LAPD, neither allowing the gangsters to escape nor allowing journalists to enter easily.
Helen followed Martin, and the DV in her hand was confiscated by the LAPD as evidence.
Martin was sitting in the back of a car, and paramedics were coming to treat his wounds.
"Thank you, I'm fine, just a skin injury." Martin pointed to the basketball gym: "There are many people over there who need help more than me."
The medical staff nodded, picked up the medical kit and ran towards the basketball gym.
Bruce brought cotton wool, purified water and iodine over and disinfected Martin's wounds.
At this time, a stretcher was carrying the body out. Helen looked over there, terrified: "The rest of the life after the disaster!"
She looked at Martin: "Because of you, I came back alive."
Martin was unceremonious: "In that case, Helen, please say something nice for me in the news."
Helen replied solemnly: "Martin, you are a hero!"
I just finished writing it, so I just checked it once and pointed out any typos. That’s it for today, no more. With tears in her eyes, she held her waist and begged for monthly tickets and rewards.
(End of chapter)
