The roar of the motocross bike reminded Martin of the common ghost fire teenagers in his previous life, how cool they were to play, and how miserable they were when they fell.

In the midst of the gunfire, another bullet hit Escalade.

A speeding moto weaves between two rows of cars, and Bob on it is really like a clown, with no goal or plan, the muzzle of the gun is turned specifically towards the crowded places, and bullets are fired everywhere.

All he wants is to cause chaos and get revenge on a society that has bankrupted him and made him suffer so much.

Bob saw some reporters who didn't know whether they were alive or dead set up their cameras to shoot and shoot at them, and two reporters fell in pools of blood.

The motocross bike then rushed to the back of the Escalade.

Martin had been staring at the motorcycle, shouting, "Open the door!" ”

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

The Escalade door suddenly opened!

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

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

The bike screeched on the brakes and Bob crashed into the Escalade's door.

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

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

This is the Coca-Cola glass bottle, the weapon Martin is most familiar with!

This is also the Coca-Cola glass bottle thrown by the leader of the Coke God Cult, which has its own BUFF bonus in the dark.

Bob fell, looked up as soon as he could, grabbed the M79 submachine gun, and wanted to shoot into the car and send those bastards who dared to fight back to hell.

Something flew in front of him, and Bob didn't have time to react, and the heavy glass bottle slammed into his head with a thud like a grenade that didn't pull the string.

The Coke bottle bounced out.

Bob's eyes were blackened when he was smashed, his head was dizzy, and the M79 in his hand seemed to weigh 10,000 tons, and he couldn't lift it.

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

There was a muffled thud, and the glass bottle filled with Coke hit the clown gunman's head.

Blood flowed from Bob's head, and he was in a trance: Where am I? What am I doing? Who am I stepping on?

The third bottle of Coke was thrown out by Martin at this time.

The Coke bottle spun around and smashed into Bob's nose.

Nosebleeds flew and the bridge of the nose was fractured.

Blood, tears, and snot all flew out.

Martin reached for it again, and Nicholson had pulled another bottle of Coke out of the car fridge and stuffed it into his palm.

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

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

The white oil paint on the clown's face was almost completely covered with blood red, and the person fainted to death.

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

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

Bruce was wounded in the right arm, and the gun fell on the front hood and slipped to the ground again.

Martin heard the movement and immediately pointed the muzzle of the gun.

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

Martin saw that they were familiar and immediately reminded: "And the gunman, be careful." ”

The two reporters immediately slipped from the back of the car, the camera lens in their hands pointed at the ground, and the gunman looked extremely miserable with his face covered in blood.

There were also a few Coca-Cola bottles that weren't broken next to it.

The bottle was stained with blood.

The camera just took a shot, and the two reporters looked at each other and poured out the same thought: Sure enough, it's the God of War!

Ordinary bottled Coke, when in the hands of the Cult Master of the Coke God, is simply a terrible weapon comparable to a gun!

Martin pulled out the Joker's belt, tied his hands behind his back, and untied his two shoelaces, tying his thumbs and ankles.

As I did this, more reporters came in.

Seven or eight reporters have been approaching to film.

After Martin had done this, he heard the sound of submachine gun fire again, some distance away, and he reminded: "Find a place to hide, life matters." ”

The reporters subconsciously looked at the place where the gunshots rang out.

A couple of madmen ran in that direction.

The siren sounded frantically, and Martin ignored it, letting the old driver go to the co-pilot, get into the driver's seat of the Escalade, and close the door.

As long as the gunner doesn't get out of the rocket or large-caliber armor-piercing shells, the car is safe.

Martin turned his head to look behind him.

Bruce's injured arm, which had been ripped off the sleeve, was bandaged by Nicholson's assistance with a bandage from the car.

"How?" Martin asked.

Bruce said, "Flesh wounds, bites from bullets, nothing but pain." ”

Martin glanced at his right arm again, made sure there was no problem, and joked: "Old Bu, you are old." ”

Bruce said, "I was too tired last night. ”

Nicholson saw that no one had an accident, and the essence of the troublemaker returned, and asked, "Lao Bu, how many did you do last night?" ”

Bruce shook his head and sighed, "Two sisters." ”

Nicholson patted him on the shoulder: "You are not wronged. ”

The sirens and the roar of the ambulances were getting louder and louder.

Suddenly, the gunshots rang out again.

In addition to the gunfire from the submachine gun, Martin also heard other gunfires, and with his familiarity with firearms, it was not difficult to distinguish the sound of M4 and Glock 17 fire.

The gunfire was rapid, like a bunch of people desperately trying to empty their magazines.

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

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

A lot of media reporters ran over there.

Martin had time to take a closer look around the Dolby Theatre.

There was a mess at the entrance to the theater, there were many people lying on the ground, moans and howls of pain came and went, and God knows how many people were injured.

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

The white suit has blood-red flowers blooming on it, and it's hard not to attract attention.

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

As soon as he connected, 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, it's okay, hurry up and find a safe place to hide." ”

"I hid in the car, and the car was bulletproof." Martin asked again, "What's going on over there?" ”

Nolan looked around and said, "Most of them are there, just Christian Bale and Van Diesel for the time being. ”

Martin reminded: "I don't see Bale, Van Diesel...... Chris, you and Emma have a mental preparation, Vin Diesel was shot, just thirty meters away from me, there was no movement, now the situation is unknown, I dare not 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, and Martin received a call from Lily and Elizabeth.

Nicholson, who was in the back, also received a call from Leonardo.

Martin said a few words briefly and quickly tweeted: "Safe for the time being, waiting for rescuers to come." ”

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

The gunfire did not go out again, and the LAPD of the brigade drove in one after another, controlling the situation at the scene and searching for the murderers who may have slipped through the net.

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

The superintendent also saw Martin and immediately rushed over, seeing the blood stains on Martin's hands and the bullet marks on the Escalade behind Martin, and quickly asked, "Martin, are you okay?" ”

Martin looked at the blood on his body and said, "Most skin injuries, but my manager Bruce was shot, please help arrange an ambulance as soon as possible." ”

Lynch immediately pressed the intercom and told the rescuers to hurry over.

Martin pointed to the other side of the Escalade and said: "There is a gunman, passing by the car, I knocked him unconscious, the person should not be dead, the specific situation asked people to find reporters at the scene, many people filmed it." ”

Lynch finally heard a piece of good news in the midst of a series of bad news.

He quickly informed his superiors and followed Martin again.

Rounding the front of the car, Lynch found the tied gunman covered in blood and glass bottles of Coca-Cola scattered around him.

It is clear that Martin took down the gunman with the special weapon of the Cult of Coke.

Lynch was not surprised by this.

Multiple officers followed to deal with the surviving gunman.

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

LAPD's number one boss McLean rushed to the scene, and after getting the news from Martin, he rushed over as soon as possible.

Lynch is taking someone to the scene.

Martin has always had a good personal relationship with McLean, standing on the side of the car and pointing to a place more than 20 meters away: "The first gunman to shoot should have been around there, when the reporter's flash affected my vision, I couldn't really see it, and then he pulled out his gun and shot down, knocking down a lot of fans and Van Diesel, who was walking the red carpet." ”

"Van Diesel?" When McLean heard this, he knew that there was an even greater trouble in this incomparably troublesome incident.

There were so many people who fell at the scene that the first ambulance crew was helping Bruce deal with his injuries, and there were not enough people to deal with the others for the time being.

Martin pointed to the striking white on the red carpet: "There it is." ”

He added: "The gunman later fired at me, Lao Bu was shot, I got into the car, found an opportunity to fight back, and killed him, there were many reporters at the scene, maybe someone filmed it." ”

"Well done!" McLean looked at Martin's Escalade, the cratered bullet marks were shocking, if this was an ordinary car, the people in the car would be seriously injured if they were not killed.

He said to Martin, "Go to the hospital first, and wait for the rest to be done after you have been examined." ”

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

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

(End of chapter)