Hollywood Road

The summer sun in Los Angeles is blazing, and ordinary people can’t wait to tear off all their clothes. Daisy’s out-of-the-season attire is very eye-catching. When she drew out an assault rifle, she was immediately seen by many people. There are naturally many people who screamed.

Although it is not a day off, there are still people coming and going in front of the Chinese Theater in Hollywood. When a few harsh screams sounded, the crowd couldn't help but look to the side where the sound came from.

Then, many people saw a tall and bloated man riding on a black motorcycle, holding an equally dark assault rifle, and aiming here.

More screams sounded...

The black man with red baseball cap and short hair also turned his head to look over there, and found that the muzzle of the black hole was aimed at his side.

After two months of uninterrupted practice, although Daisy is still a novice in firearms shooting, the hand with the gun has exercised exceptionally stable. The front sight of the AR-15 assault rifle has firmly locked the red baseball cap to the larger target. The position of the chest and abdomen.

Seeing the red baseball cap turning her head to look at her, the astonished expression on her face gradually enlarged, Daisy pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Slap, slap, slap..."

The gunshot sounded instantly, and Daisy saw the jumping blood flower at the same time, like a blooming firework.

The front of the Chinese Theater in Hollywood was completely in chaos. The face of the red baseball cap was blood red. Turning to look to the side, the short-haired black man had two blood holes on his chest. The bright red liquid was bursting like spring eyes. Risk outside.

"what……"

Not far behind the black man, there was a harsh howl, and it was obvious that someone had been shot by a bullet in the back.

The black man with short hair had raised eyes and fell on his back, without any sound anymore.

The red baseball cap was completely frightened by this sudden situation, and was stunned on the spot for a while, not knowing what to do.

"FU#￥K!"

Seeing all four of her shots missed, Daisy cursed in a low voice, moved the muzzle slightly, and pulled the trigger again.

"Slap, slap, slap..."

The crisp gunfire sounded again, the red baseball cap just turned around, saw the light smoke from the muzzle, and then felt that I suddenly lost my feeling, countless blood blooms in front of my eyes, more gorgeous than the fireworks of Independence Day , As if the most beautiful flower in the world.

Then, like the short-haired black man before, he fell backwards and fell on the terrazzo floor. The hot blood dyed the nearby golden stars into golden red.

The Chinese Theater in Hollywood and even a nearby area were completely in chaos. When Daisy saw the target fell to the ground, she didn't mean to close her gun. She knew she wanted to create more chaos and panic the whole city. These are far away. Not enough, more needs to be done.

Looking at the panicked crowd in front of the Chinese Theater in Hollywood, Daisy held the assault rifle steadily, pulled the trigger again, and shot all the bullets in the magazine at the fastest speed she could control.

Blood bloomed in the crowd, and a miserable howling sounded from the entrance of the theater. For a while, even Daisy, the initiator, could not see how many people were shot down.

But she has no sympathy or compassion at all, only knowing that to realize her ideals and beliefs, she must do so!

However, in just half a minute, there was a sudden change at the entrance of the Chinese Theater in Hollywood. No one could react in such a short time. Daisy put away the rifle at the fastest speed, drove the motorcycle forward, and hid it in the helmet. The eyes behind, also glanced at the small square in front of the Hollywood Chinese Theater, where it has become a purgatory on earth.

Seeing all this, a comfortable feeling of getting what she wanted instantly spread from the top of her head to her limbs. If she didn't want to drive away quickly on the motorcycle, Daisy would groan.

She held the handlebar with her right hand. The motorcycle did not slow down at all. With her left hand, she took out a net bag from the bag on the left and threw it to the sidewalk on the side of the road. A dozen colorful **** filled with black letters were removed from the net bag All of the restraints, crackling, fell on the terrazzo sidewalk.

Pedestrians on the sidewalk thought it was a bomb, fry the pan in an instant, and fled in all directions, panicking like a lost lamb.

Seeing the chaos she created in the rearview mirror of her motorcycle, Daisy was even more proud. This was the result she wanted!

"What I imagined, what I wanted, what I wanted to achieve..." Daisy hid her face in the helmet with a twisted smile, "Isn't that the way it is?"

She almost pushed the motorcycle's throttle to the bottom. Like black lightning, she rushed out of the Avenue of Stars and turned into a small alley that is difficult for cars to enter. Daisy slowed down a bit and calmly followed the plan made in advance. Follow some small roads that are not known to Los Angeles natives, and drove towards the hidden place she had thought of before.

There is no government-installed surveillance in the small alley where she travels, and even many places can be said to be blind spots.

Before she acted, Daisy had made meticulous planning and was very clear about one thing. Even in metropolitan cities like New York and Los Angeles, there are places with weak supervision.

After driving fast for nearly four minutes, Daisy vaguely heard the sound of police sirens, but at this moment she was already a considerable distance away from the location of the incident, and gradually approached the slums of Los Angeles.

Although she did not grow up in a slum, Daisy still understands the chaos and disorder in these places. After turning a T-shaped intersection, she saw through the rearview mirror that there were no police cars or other vehicles behind her, and she entered a dilapidated apartment. In the open community composed of buildings, the number of black pedestrians on both sides of the road has obviously increased.

Daisy went around in the complex black community, went around a few times, and saw that there was no one around, then turned into a small alley that was just accessible for motorcycles, and finally stopped next to a garbage dump. , The garbage station seems to have been left unattended for a long time. It is similar to the situation in most slums. It exudes an unpleasant stench. Very few people come here.

After getting off the motorcycle, Daisy pulled out a bulging and large simple backpack from the left bag on the car, and then left the motorcycle and the bullet-end rifle aside, took off the helmet and put it in the backpack, revealing a piece The demon's spirit is very similar to the face of a pseudo-mother, and the blond hair on the face is cut very short. At this moment, it is all wrapped in a hood, as if afraid of falling.

Taking out the black wig from the backpack and putting it on her head, taking off the gloves from her hand and putting it in the backpack, Daisy quickly left the garbage station.

Leaving from the black community, she entered a simple shopping mall, replaced the shorts and T-shirt she had prepared in her backpack, and put on a wig, and left the area through the back door.

At the same time, two young black men throwing **** came to the **** station where Daisy abandoned her motorcycle.

"Whose motorcycle is this?"

One of the blacks had sharp eyes and saw the motorcycle from a long distance, "Why did you throw it here?"

"This kind of motorcycle." Another black man seemed to be very researched. "It's a very ordinary style, and no one steals it on the street."

Although they said that, they speeded up their pace, threw away the trash, went around the motorcycle, and found the assault rifle.

"A gun!" the first black man exclaimed excitedly.

"Be quiet, you idiot!" The second black patted him hard, "Do you want others to come over and grab us?"

The second black man took the gun and looked at it, then stuffed it back into the bag on the motorcycle, "Okay! Okay! We have guns too!"

"Unfortunately, it's not the AK series." The first black man was a bit regretful, "It's still the AK series."

The second black man pushed his motorcycle and left, "Idiot, remember, don't tell anyone!"

"Um! Um!" The first black man nodded eagerly, "I'm not stupid, why should I tell others?"

The two blacks pushed their motorcycles and left happily one after another. Instead of telling others about it, they temporarily hid the motorcycles and rifles in the second black underground storage room.

On the other hand, Daisy changed her wig and shoes in the place she had imagined a long time ago, and went around in several places that had not been monitored beforehand, changed her attire again, and took the old one without digital equipment. The tram went to several locations, and then changed to different means of transportation with different wigs, clothes and costumes. Finally, from a populous community, through a small road that is not usually taken by people, walk back to where you are. suburbs.

Daisy knew very well that in this day and age, it is not easy to get rid of the police completely, she must be careful and then careful.

She has reached a consensus with several members of the IMDB discussion group. They will meet in her house nominally this afternoon. They have been the leader of the IMDB discussion group for so many years. Daisy has considerable prestige and has developed many buddies. Although those people would definitely not be fooling around with her if they knew, she had found a good reason to let these people rehearse a scene deliberately without knowing it.

These few people, like many rebellious youths nowadays, have always paid little attention to the police, let alone knowing, even if they know, they may not tell the police the truth.

When she came to the suburbs where her home was located, Daisy took a closer look and did not see any abnormalities. The houses here are very well separated and there is no need to worry about neighbors. She entered the house through the small door in the backyard and came to the party before. The people had already left as agreed. Daisy brought her backpack to the basement, unlocked the huge mechanical lock, walked in, looked up at the magician's large picture frame, and smiled unconsciously on her face.

"Magic, your ideas in the movie," she twitched her lips, looking quite weird, "I have turned them into reality!"

I don’t know why, Daisy just wanted to laugh. The laughter became louder, sharper and harsher...

With an almost crazy smile, she walked to the storage cabinet, opened the door of the cabinet, and put the backpack in, but there were two more M4 assault rifles in the relatively empty cabinet before.

Unlike the old AR-15 that was thrown away before, which could not find any imprints at all, these two M4s were all guns purchased by Daisy through formal channels, and they all had legal documents.

Compared with the old version that Daisy threw away, these two guns are shorter, lighter and more convenient to carry.

Guns of this kind are easy to see among the people. This is the main reason why Daisy chose them. There may be millions or more of them in North America.

She stood in front of the locker for a long time, until the crazy smile on her face completely disappeared, and then she closed the door of the locker and left the basement.

The first goal has been completed, but this is just the beginning! Daisy's conviction is extremely firm.