American fame and fortune.

Chapter 780 Coke, see Coke again

The roar of the off-road motorcycle reminded Martin of the will-o'-the-wisp boys who were common in his previous life. How cool they were when they were playing, but how miserable they were when they fell.

Amidst the gunfire, another bullet hit the Escalade.

The fast-moving off-road motorcycle passed between two rows of cars. Bob on it really looked like a clown, with no target or plan. The muzzle of the gun was specifically aimed at crowded places, and bullets were fired everywhere.

He just wants to cause chaos and get revenge on the society that bankrupted him and made him look down upon.

Bob saw some reporters who didn't know whether they were alive or dead setting up cameras to take pictures. He shot a shuttle there and two reporters fell in a pool of blood.

The off-road motorcycle rushed near the Escalade's rear butt.

Martin kept staring at the motorcycle and shouted, "Open the door!"

The old driver opened the driver's door and kicked on the door.

The Escalade door suddenly opened!

With a screeching brake, the motorcycle carried Bob and hit the Escalade's door.

Bob hit his head on the car door and fell to the side of the car on the other side with the dirt bike.

The Coke bottle spun around and hit Bob on the nose.

Blood flowed from Bob's head, and he was in a trance: Where am I? What am I doing? Who am I riding a horse?
The third bottle of Coke was thrown out by Martin again.

Bob fell, raised his head immediately, grabbed the M79 submachine gun, and wanted to shoot into the car and send those bastards who dared to fight back to hell.

Blood, tears and snot all flew out.

Martin reached out to touch again, and Nicholson had already taken out another bottle of Coke from the car refrigerator and stuffed it into his palm.

Nosebleeds flew out, and the bridge of the nose was broken.

In the car, Martin had already thrown away the empty Beretta pistol, picked up the empty Coke bottle, and threw it towards the fallen gunman.

Without any pause, Martin picked up another bottle of Coke that Nicholson had placed on the armrest box and threw it out again.

Bob kicked his legs twice, his hands automatically released, and the M79 submachine gun fell to the ground.

This is the Coca-Cola glass bottle, Martin's most familiar weapon!
This is the Coca-Cola glass bottle thrown by the leader of the Coca-Cola Cult, and it has its own BUFF bonus.

There was a muffled bang, and the glass bottle filled with Coke hit the clown gunman in the head.

But the distance between the two sides was too close, and Bob didn't focus on driving, so his reaction was two beats slow.

Bob's eyes were blackened and his head was dizzy. The M79 in his hand seemed to weigh ten thousand tons and he could not lift it up.

Something flew over in front of him, and before Bob had time to react, the heavy glass bottle hit his head with a thud like an unstrung grenade.

The Coke bottle flew out of the open driver's door and hit Bob squarely in the head.

Bob noticed that the door suddenly opened in front of him and subconsciously stepped on the brakes.

Coke bottles flew out.

The pale paint on this clown's face was almost completely covered with blood red, and he fainted.

Martin held the steering wheel with both hands and kicked hard with both legs. He jumped over the old driver, passed through the driver's door, and landed on the ground.

He kicked the M79 submachine gun into the bottom of the car and picked up Bruce's dropped pistol from in front of the wheel.

Bruce's right arm was injured, and the gun fell on the hood of the car and slipped to the ground.

Martin heard the noise and immediately pointed the gun.

Two reporters with tags on their chests appeared from behind another row of vehicles, raised their hands, and said loudly: "We are reporters, Martin, and we have interviewed you before!"

Martin saw that they looked familiar and immediately reminded: "There are still gunmen, be careful."

Two reporters immediately slipped over from behind the car and pointed their cameras at the ground. The gunman's face was covered in blood and he looked extremely miserable.

There were several unbroken Coca-Cola bottles nearby.

The bottle was stained with blood.

The camera just captured it. The two reporters looked at each other and had the same thought: It was indeed the Coke God of War!
Ordinary bottled Coke, in the hands of the leader of the Coke Cult, is simply a terrifying weapon comparable to a gun!
Martin took out the clown's belt, tied his hands behind his back, untied his two shoelaces, and tied his thumbs and ankles.

While doing this, more reporters came over.

Seven or eight reporters have been taking pictures closely.

After Martin finished doing this, he heard the sound of submachine gun fire again, some distance away. He reminded: "Find a place to hide, your life is important."

The reporters subconsciously looked towards the place where the gunshots were fired.

There were a few lunatics running that way.

The sirens were blaring wildly at this time. Martin ignored this and asked the veteran driver to get into the passenger seat, get into the driver's seat of the Escalade, and close the door.

As long as the gunman doesn't use rockets or large-caliber armor-piercing projectiles, the car will be safe.

Martin turned to look behind him.

Bruce's injured arm had its sleeve ripped off, and Nicholson assisted in bandaging the wound with a bandage from the car.

"How was it?" Martin asked.

Bruce said: "It was a flesh wound, a bullet bite, nothing but pain."

Martin looked at his right arm again to make sure there was nothing wrong with it, and joked: "Old Boo, you are getting old."

Bruce said, "I was too tired last night." Seeing that no one had any trouble, Nicholson's troublemaker nature returned and asked, "Brother, how many did you do last night?"

Bruce shook his head and sighed: "Two sisters."

Nicholson patted his good shoulder and said, "It's not unfair for you to be hurt."

The sirens and ambulances were getting louder and louder.

Suddenly, gunfire rang out again.

In addition to the gunshots of submachine guns, Martin also heard other gunshots. With his familiarity with firearms, it was not difficult to distinguish the shots of M4 and Glock 17 among them.

The sound of gunfire was rapid, like a crowd of people eager to empty their magazines.

In less than half a minute, the gunfire stopped completely.

Martin couldn't help but guess that the gunman with the submachine gun had probably turned into a hornet's nest.

Many media reporters went there.

Martin then had time to look carefully around the Dolby Theater.

There was a mess at the entrance of the theater, with many people lying on the ground, groans and howls of pain, and God knows how many people were injured.

Among them, the touch of white lying on the red carpet is so eye-catching.

Blood-red flowers bloomed on the white suit, making it difficult not to attract attention.

Martin's cell phone rang at this time, but it was Nolan calling.

As soon as he got through, he heard Nolan ask anxiously: "Martin, is that you?"

Martin said: "It's me, don't worry, I'm fine."

Nolan was obviously relieved: "It's okay, it's okay, just find a safe place to hide."

"I hid in the car, which was bulletproof." Martin asked again, "What's the situation over there?"

Nolan looked around and said: "Most of the people are here, only Christian Bale and Vin Diesel are missing for now."

Martin reminded: "I didn't see Bell, Vin Diesel... Chris, you and Emma have to be mentally prepared, Vin Diesel was shot, just thirty meters away from me, no There is any movement, and the situation is unknown now, so I don’t dare to get out of the car.”

Nolan was shocked at first, and then said: "Don't get out of the car, safety is important!"

The two hung up the phone, and Martin received a call from Lily and Elizabeth.

Nicholson, who was behind, also received a call from Leonardo.

Martin said a few words briefly and quickly tweeted: "Safe for now, waiting for rescuers to come."

The premiere of "The Dark Knight Rises" turned into a disaster scene.

The gunshots stopped and the LAPD from the brigade came in one after another to control the situation and search for possible criminals who might have slipped through the net.

Martin saw an acquaintance jump out of the car and yell, "Lynch!"

The police superintendent also saw Martin and rushed over immediately. When he saw the blood on Martin's hands and the bullet marks on the Escalade behind Martin, he quickly asked: "Martin, are you okay?"

Martin glanced at the blood on his body and said: "It's mostly superficial trauma, but my manager Bruce was shot. Please help arrange an ambulance as soon as possible."

Lynch immediately pressed the intercom and asked rescuers to rush over.

Martin pointed to the other side of the Escalade and said: "There was a gunman who passed by the car and was knocked unconscious by me. He should not be dead. For the specific situation, please contact the reporters at the scene. Many of them took pictures. .”

Lynch finally heard a piece of good news among a series of bad news.

He quickly informed his superiors and followed Martin there.

Walking around the front of the car, Lynch found the tied-up gunman with his head covered in blood and Coca-Cola bottles scattered around.

Obviously, the weapon Martin used to knock down the gunman was the special weapon of the leader of the Coke Cult.

Lynch is not surprised by this.

Multiple police officers followed and dealt with the surviving gunman.

Martin specifically pointed to the bottom of the car, where the M79 submachine gun was still underneath.

McClain, the top boss of the LAPD, rushed to the scene and rushed over immediately after receiving the news from Martin.

Lynch is leading people to deal with the scene.

Martin, who has always had a good personal relationship with McClain, stood by the car and pointed to a place more than 20 meters away: "The first shooter should be nearby. The reporter's flash affected my field of vision at that time. I saw It was not very realistic, but later he pulled out a gun and shot down many fans and Vin Diesel who was walking on the red carpet."

"Vin Diesel?" When McClain heard this, he knew that there was an even bigger trouble in this extremely troublesome incident.

There were too many people fallen at the scene. The first ambulance crew to arrive was helping Bruce treat his injuries. There were not enough manpower to deal with other people at the moment.

Martin pointed to the eye-catching white on the red carpet: "There."

He added: "The gunman then fired at me, and Lao Bu was shot. I got in the car, found an opportunity to fight back, and shot him dead. There were many reporters at the scene, and someone might have filmed it."

"Good job!" McClain looked at Martin's Escalade. The craters and bullet marks were shocking. If this was an ordinary car, the people in the car would be seriously injured if not dead.

He said to Martin: "Go to the hospital first, and we will talk about the rest after you have examined him."

Martin was not polite to him and nodded slightly: "If you need me anywhere, just call me."

A large number of ambulance crews arrived, and Martin, Bruce and Nicholson followed them on foot out of the traffic jam and into the ambulance.

(End of this chapter)