Slapping off the burger pieces, Martin changed the magazine as fast as he could, and made an OK gesture to Bruce in the back of the Ford.

On the side of the small building of the dock management office, Nicholson's heart-rending shout was heard at this time: "3 o'clock position!" 3 o'clock position! ”

With the help of his companions, Nicholas, who was rushing, heard the shouting, but he did not understand English and was still running fast.

Because Martin was so crushed by Boris that he couldn't look up.

But Martin fell and fell to the ground, just as Jonathan did during the filming.

Sure enough, he saw two big feet!

Martin aimed, shot, and slashed with his big feet, and a man fell to the ground in a scream.

It was a middle-aged bearded man, and after being wounded, he was still clutching the gun in his hand.

Martin did many similar trainings before filming "Fast and Furious", and he didn't even have to think with his head, pure muscle memory, and the muzzle of the gun moved slightly, and his fingers automatically tightened.

Bang bang bang –

With three shots in a row, Nicholas's head exploded like a watermelon.

Martin quickly retreated.

Boris lowered his gun and fired a series of shots at the underside of the mobile vehicle.

But he's in his 60s, he's old, and he's not as sci-fi as Stallone in the death squad, and the older he gets, the more he can fight.

Physical function, reaction speed, slower than young people.

And today they are using AR that is not very handy, not the AK that they are used to.

Martin retracted and hid behind the wheels of the engine, not knowing how many bullets landed near the bottom of the car, hitting the stony pavement.

For a time, the ricochets flew around, and some of the ricochets fell on the chassis of the car, and even formed a secondary refraction.

Suddenly, Martin was hit by something on the outside of his left leg, and there was a cracking sound, and the inside of his nose smelled the burnt smell of rubber in the heat.

Then his leg hurt, he quickly touched it, and from his left trouser pocket, he took out a Nokia 1100.

This is the one Nicholson gave Martin for a secret contact.

Martin couldn't say if he was lucky, or if he was unlucky, a ricochet that could have been refracted multiple times flew past the front tire, and hit the outside of his left leg, hitting the Nokia phone just right, the bullet did not have enough force to completely penetrate the phone, and it got stuck in the phone.

The little bullet that was exposed also wounded Martin's leg.

The injury is not serious, that is, ordinary skin trauma, which is completely tolerable.

After a pause in the gunfire, Martin turned to the front of the car, picked up his gun, and fired repeatedly.

Boris took refuge behind another mobile vehicle selling cold drinks.

The other gunman, who was hiding behind the decorative rocks on the side of the road, was also suppressed by Bruce.

Now it's 2v2!

Martin had only one magazine left for his rifle, and he rushed out of the back of the car without hesitation.

I just saw it very clearly, the Russian guy on the other side is an old guy!

Martin quickly changed his position, hid behind a stout lamppost, and fired a series of shots, including several shots at the bottom of the mobile cart, lest the people on the other side learn from him from shooting from the bottom of the cart.

As soon as Boris wanted to shoot from under the car, a richeting shot hit the chassis of the car, and he quickly shrank back.

The gunfire was sparse, and one by one his men died tragically.

Boris gritted his teeth, these are all elite thugs in his gang!

If you are dead, you are dead, but the enemy on the other side is still alive.

Boris was crazy, flashed out of the front of the cold drink truck, picked up the AR and fired.

More than a dozen shots were fired in a row, but he didn't find Martin's figure, and the other party didn't know where he was hiding.

In the midst of a dense green belt nearby, Martin dropped the empty AR rifle and pulled out the pistol he had picked up.

A vintage M1911.

Hearing the gunshots pause for a moment, Martin immediately got up and shot at the cold drink truck with both hands in his hand.

However, at a distance of more than ten meters, the range of the M1911 is sufficient.

Boris is old, but experienced, and the moment the bullet misses, he retracts, and the pistol bullets hit the front of the car near him one after another.

A ricocheting bullet grazed his arm, and Boris was so strained by the pain that the gun fell to the side.

At the same time as Martin fired, he had already rushed towards that side, and stepped on the front of the cold drink truck with his big foot, and the man rose up, and the M1911, which was empty of bullets, was thrown out by him as a throwing knife.

This is Jonathan's usual trick when shooting a fast chase.

Martin had practiced it, and the heavy pistol slammed into Boris's head, and Boris, with his huge power band, fell backwards and sat down in a plastic basket with bottled Coke next to the car.

He was quick to react, picked up the glass bottle of Coke, and threw it at Martin.

It looks easy to throw things, but it is a little difficult to throw them while sitting in such an awkward position.

Martin jumped out of the car, dodged and picked up the glass bottle of Coke from the window of the cold drink truck.

Boris also stood up, also clutching a glass bottle of Coke in his hand.

At the same time, a few desperate reporters are rushing towards their side, and everyone realizes that super big news is happening.

Maybe this piece of news can change their fate.

Many tourists and movie fans did not run far, but went to high places to see what was going on.

They saw how Martin fought back, how he took out one gunner after another in extremely unfavorable circumstances.

I saw two people holding glass bottles of Coke in their hands and confronting each other.

Some people can't help but have a thought in their hearts, this bandit who appeared out of nowhere, wants to challenge him, the god of war of Coke, in the way that Martin is best at?

There were even people hiding on the beach, hearing that the gunfire had stopped, and they all came out to see the excitement, and followed the reporters' cameras and cameras to find Martin and Boris.

"LAPD pigs, I must complain about them!"

On the roof of the small building of the management office, Leonardo was so anxious that he kept cursing, and prayed to God, who had never believed much: "May God bless Martin!" ”

Nicholson's heart-rending shout just now, tearing his vocal cords, was difficult to speak at the moment, standing on the roof of the building, looking at the cold drink truck.

The body blocked the back, and he couldn't see Martin, and the bandits who shot them.

In the distance, sirens could be heard faintly, and the LAPD patrol car was frantically driving this way.

But Martin and Boris, who were behind the cold drink truck, couldn't hear the sirens in their ears at all.

At this moment, they only have each other in their eyes!

Either you die, or I live!

Boris regretted a little, this Martin's combat effectiveness is not good, his marksmanship and skills are better than those of these professional gangsters, he should have known that he should have been shot from afar, what kind of capture alive.

But now there is no other way to go.

He snapped, "Die, bastard! ”

Martin didn't mean to speak at all, and when he picked up the bottle of Coke, he was already bullied.

Boris picked up a Coke and smashed it down on Martin's head.

Martin's arm tensed and he met it, and the Coke bottle smashed into his strong arm, which was slammed away, and he picked up the Coke with his other hand and smashed it at Boris's head.

Boris also reached out to block!

But one of them is in his twenties and is at the peak of his physical strength; The other is in his 60s.

With a click, Boris broke his upper arm and screamed in pain.

When you are desperate, there is no trick, it is to fight for your life!

Martin's left hand was also painful, but he gritted his teeth and endured it.

When he strikes a blow, he never leaves his opponent any time to breathe.

Martin was still the same old routine, flying up and kicking Boris in the lower abdomen, and the Coke bottle in his right hand was quickly pulled out, and it exploded on Boris's head with a bang.

The glass shards were scattered in all directions, and the blood immediately flowed out, and Boris was smashed back two steps to the side and sat on the ground.

After killing these gunmen in a row, his arms and legs were still hurting, and Martin was already stimulated with ferocity, and he had no intention of keeping his hands at all.

He stepped forward and kicked Boris in the face.

Boris threw himself down, and five or six large teeth flew out of his mouth.

But the ferocious old Maozi was still ruthless, and said in awkward English: "Come on, bastard, I will never let you go!" ”

Martin didn't want to let him go, so he bent down to pick up the bottle of Coke from the glass frame and threw it out.

At a distance of two or three meters in total, the target of that head is very large, how can it be missed?

There was a muffled bang, and the Coke bottle smashed on Boris's head.

Martin picked it up again, threw it again, smashed it again.

Bottles of Coke were thrown out by him and smashed on Boris's head.

The reporters around got closer and closer, as the gunfire stopped completely.

Bruce kills the last gunman.

The sirens are also getting closer, and patrol police cars have arrived in the dock area.

Martin threw out the last bottle of Coke, saw Bruce not far away make an OK gesture, nodded at him slightly, and finally took a step back and sat down on the stone steps.

Boris, who was diagonally opposite, stopped all the cruel words in his mouth, leaving only his body convulsing incessantly.

The most daring reporter, who was only a dozen meters away from Martin, controlled the camera, took pictures of the scene, looked at Martin slightly, and reminded: "Martin, you are injured." ”

Martin smiled at him, "Can't die." ”

At this time, the drama spirit still did not forget to create a character design, and asked: "My fans, and you, are you okay?" ”

The reporter said: "Except for the bandits with guns, no one else died. ”

"Good, good." Martin's body shook, swayed a few times, and fell crookedly on the steps.

In the distance, fans in red cultural shirts were running in this direction, shouting, "Call an ambulance!" Call an ambulance! Martin is injured! ”

These words reached Martin's ears word for word.

He's just tired, and the injury isn't too serious, but it should be more serious at this moment.

This is an acting opportunity to fight with your life, it's a pity to give up.

Sirens sounded almost frantically, a large number of police cars rushed over, and there was such a serious shooting, not only the LAPD, but also the FBI vehicles.

"Quick! This way! Martin was shot and seriously injured! Some fans of Martin shouted loudly at the scene, all of them crying: "Hurry up and send him to the hospital, send him to the hospital quickly!" ”

The LAPD took control of the scene as soon as possible, driving away reporters and fans.

The ambulance drove to this side, and several paramedics came down on a stretcher, checked Martin's condition, and carried him onto the stretcher.

Countless footage recorded Martin's injuries and into the ambulance.

Anyone who works in the media knows that this is super big news that can shock the whole nation!

Yesterday I went back to my hometown.,Walked next to a relative's house.,I wanted to code words at night.,Dinner at home at night until late.,I got up at five o'clock this morning.,Finally finished writing today's two chapters.,I'm going to have breakfast.,Continue after eating.,Strive for another chapter today.。 Ask for a monthly pass!!

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