Hollywood Road

The summer sun in Los Angeles is blazing, and ordinary people want to tear off all their clothes. Daisy's out-of-season attire is already very eye-catching. When she pulls out an assault rifle, she is immediately noticed by many people. Of course, there are many people who cried out in shock.

Although it was not a rest day, there were still people coming and going in front of the Chinese Grand Theater in Hollywood. When a few piercing screams sounded, the crowd couldn't help but look towards 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 at this side.

More screams sounded...

The red baseball cap and the short-haired black man also turned their heads to look 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 gun shooting, the hand holding the gun has been exercised very steadily. The front sight of the AR-15 assault rifle is firmly locked on the red baseball cap. Chest and abdomen position.

Seeing that the red baseball cap turned to look at her, and the astonishment on her face gradually enlarged, Daisy pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Crack, crack, crack..."

The gunshot sounded instantly, and Daisy saw jumping blood flowers at the same time, like blooming fireworks.

The front of the Chinese Theater in Hollywood was completely in chaos. The face in the red baseball cap was blood red. He turned his head and looked to the side. There were already two blood holes in the chest of the short-haired black man. The bright red liquid was bubbling like a spring. Take it out.

"what……"

Not far behind the black man, there was a piercing howl, apparently someone behind was shot by a bullet.

The short-haired black man's eyes protruded, and he fell on his back without making any sound.

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

"Crack, crack, crack..."

The crisp gunshot sounded again, and the red baseball cap just turned around, saw the light smoke from the muzzle of the gun, and then felt that he suddenly lost all feeling.

Countless blood flowers bloomed in front of my eyes, more gorgeous than the fireworks on Independence Day, like the most beautiful flowers in the world.

Then, like the short-haired black man before him, he fell backwards and fell on the terrazzo floor. The hot blood that spewed out dyed several golden stars nearby in golden red.

The Chinese Theater in Hollywood and even the surrounding area were completely in chaos. Daisy didn't intend to close her gun when she saw the target fell to the ground. She knew that she wanted to create more chaos and panic the whole city. 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 fired all the bullets in the magazine at the fastest speed she could control.

Blood bloomed in the crowd, and miserable howls sounded from the entrance of the theater. For a while, even Daisy, the instigator, couldn't tell how many people were shot down.

But she has no sympathy or pity at all, she only knows that if she wants 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 period of time. Daisy put away the rifle at the fastest speed, drove forward on the motorcycle, and hid it in the helmet. With the eyes behind her, she also took a look at the small square in front of the Chinese Theater in Hollywood, which had become a purgatory on earth.

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

She held on to the handlebar with her right hand, and the motorcycle did not slow down at all. With her left hand, she took out the net bag from the bag on the left side and threw it towards the sidewalk beside the road. A dozen colorful magic balls written in black letters escaped from the net bag. The shackles fell on the terrazzo sidewalk with a crackling sound.

Pedestrians on the sidewalk thought it was a bomb, and the pot exploded in an instant, and they fled in all directions, panicking like lost lambs.

Seeing the mess she made in the rearview mirror of the motorcycle made Daisy even more proud, which is what she wanted!

"What I imagined, what I hoped for, what I wanted to achieve..." Daisy hid her face in the helmet, showing a distorted smile, "Isn't that right?"

The accelerator of the motorcycle was almost pushed to the bottom by her, and like a black lightning, it rushed out of the Avenue of Stars and turned into a small alley that was difficult for cars to enter. Daisy slowed down a little and calmly followed the plan made in advance, Following some small roads that are basically unknown to non-Los Angeles natives, she drove towards the hidden place she had thought of before.

In the small alleys she was walking in, there was no monitoring installed by the government at all, and many places could even be said to be dead ends.

Daisy had made careful planning before she acted, and she was very clear about one thing, even in metropolises as cosmopolitan as New York and Los Angeles, there were places where supervision was weak.

It took nearly four minutes of fast driving before Daisy vaguely heard the sound of the police siren, but at this moment she was already quite a distance away from the scene of the incident, gradually approaching the slums of Los Angeles.

Although she didn't grow up in a slum, Daisy still understands the chaos and disorder in these places. Turning a T-junction, 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, among the pedestrians on both sides of the road, the number of black people has increased significantly.

Daisy turned around in the complex black community, went around a few times, saw no one around, then turned into a small alley just enough for motorcycles to enter, and finally stopped next to a garbage station , The garbage station seems to have been left unattended for a long time. Similar to the situation in most slums, it exudes an unpleasant stench, and few people usually come here.

After getting off the motorcycle, Daisy pulled out a bulging large simple backpack from the left bag of the car, then left the motorcycle and the loaded rifle behind, took off the helmet and put it in the backpack, revealing a Yaoli Yaoqi looks like the face of a fake mother, and the blond hair above the face is also cut very short. At the moment, it is all wrapped in a hood, as if it is afraid of falling off.

Taking out a black wig from the backpack and putting it on her head, taking off the gloves on her hands and putting them into the backpack, Daisy quickly left the garbage station.

Leaving the black community, she entered a simple shopping mall, changed into the shorts and T-shirts she had prepared in her backpack, changed into a wig, and left the area through the back door.

At the same time, at the garbage station where Daisy abandoned the motorcycle, two young black men came to throw garbage.

"Whose motorcycle is this?"

One of the black men had sharp eyes and saw the motorcycle from afar, "Why did you throw it here?"

"This kind of motorcycle." Another black man seemed to be very researched, "It's a very common style, and no one would steal it if it was thrown on the street."

Even though they said so, they still quickened their pace, threw away the garbage, circled the motorcycle, and then found the assault rifle.

"There's a gun!" the first black man exclaimed excitedly.

"Keep your voice down, you idiot!" The second black man patted him hard, "Do you want someone to come and grab us?"

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

"It's a pity it's not the AK series." The first black man was a little regretful, "It's better to be the AK series."

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

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

Pushing the motorcycle, the two blacks happily left one after the other. They didn't tell the others about it, but temporarily hid the motorcycle and the rifle in the second black's underground storage room.

On the other side, Daisy changed her wig and shoes at the place she had planned long ago, went around several places that had been inspected in advance and had no surveillance personnel, changed her attire again, and took a ride in an old car with no digital equipment. I took the tram, went to several places, and changed to different means of transportation with different wigs, clothes and attires. Finally, I walked back to my home on foot from a community with a large population through a small road that few people usually walk. suburbs.

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

She had previously reached a consensus with several members of the IMDB discussion group. They will nominally gather at her home this afternoon. As the leader of the IMDB discussion group for so many years, Daisy has considerable prestige and has developed a lot of buddies. Although those people would definitely not mess around with her if they knew about it, but without knowing it, she had already found a good reason to let these people deliberately rehearse a scene.

These few people, like many rebellious youths nowadays, have never paid much attention to the police, let alone not knowing, even if they knew, they might not tell the police the truth.

When she came to the suburb where her home was located, Daisy took a closer look and found nothing abnormal. The houses here were all very well spaced, so she didn’t have to worry about the neighbors. She entered the house through the small door in the backyard and came to the party before. The people had left as agreed. Daisy came to the basement with her backpack, opened the huge mechanical lock, walked in, looked up at the large photo frame of the magician, and unconsciously showed a smile on her face.

"Magician, your ideas in the movie," she raised a corner of her mouth, looking quite weird, "I have turned them into reality!"

For some reason, Daisy just wanted to laugh, and the laughter grew louder, sharper, and harsher...

With an almost crazy smile, she walked to the storage cabinet, opened the cabinet door, and put the backpack in. However, 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 marks at all, these two M4s were purchased by Daisy through formal channels, and all had legal documents.

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

Guns like this version are easy to see among the people, which is the main reason why Daisy chose them. There may be millions or even more people in North America who own such guns.

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

The first objective has been accomplished, but this is just the beginning! Daisy's belief is extremely firm.