American fame and fortune

In the morning, when Marcus packed himself up and came into the living room, Daisy and John all ran over.

He poured dog food and water for the dogs, stroked their heads and said, "Be good at home, I will be back before noon, and I will have lunch with you."

Two Labradors walked around him to have breakfast.

Marcus closed the door, got into a pickup truck parked next to the building, and drove to Sherman Oaks.

Yesterday, he made an appointment with Chad and met with Martin Davis at the Angels Club this morning.

Marcus attaches great importance to it, because it is related to whether he can change careers and enter the film industry he has been thinking about.

You can't be a real actor, but you can be a stuntman, an action gun instructor, and so on.

Marcus has now left the army and doesn't want to do the work of fighting and killing.

Getting to know Chad and Martin also gave him a chance to move into Hollywood.

Arriving at Sherman Oscar, as soon as he entered the Angel Club, Marcus saw Martin, Chad and Bruce, and hurried over to shake hands with the three of them one by one.

Kane also came to join in the fun, and specially prepared a reception room for several people.

Martin had previously asked Brusto to inquire about related matters, which involved an operation code-named "Red Wings" by the US military.

Coupled with Chad's report, I have a basic understanding of the events related to Marcus.

Chad whispered a few words to Marcus, and Marcus, understanding the importance of the meeting, recounted his experience in Afghanistan to Martin in detail.

The description of the parties is clearer, and Martin can be sure that Marcus' experience is very similar to a movie he has seen.

It seems to be starring Mark Wahlberg.

As for the other actors, I don't have any specific impressions.

After listening to Marcus's description, Martin looked very shocked and said: "I can't feel the impact you experienced in Afghanistan because I have never been there, but based on the events you described, man, you are A legend!"

Marcus smiled: "The real legends and heroes should be my three teammates."

On the basis of his words, Martin further said: "I personally think that their deeds should be widely circulated, and the public and everyone in the United States must know what they have done and paid for this country."

These words reached Marcus's heart, and he was quite excited: "Martin, do you think this incident can be adapted into a movie or TV series? A documentary is also possible! They gave their lives for the country and cannot be forgotten."

What is easily obtained is worthless, and Martin knows this very well.

He didn't answer immediately, but fell into deep thought, which seemed very difficult.

Marcus said again: "I can give you authorization..."

Martin raised his hand and interrupted Marcus: "Wait a minute."

Marcus stopped talking.

Martin got up and walked up and down the drawing room, seemingly considering important decisions.

Chad had friendship with Marcus and sympathized with what happened to Marcus, but he knew he was a member of Martin's team and did not speak for Marcus.

Only Bruce, who knows Martin, knows that Martin has made a decision.

Marcus was a little nervous. He had no connections in Hollywood and only knew Martin and Chad.

After a while, Martin sat down again and said, "Marcus, you and Chad are friends, and Chad is my brother, so there are some things I have to say first."

Marcus nodded: "Just say it."

Martin roughly said: "Operating a film project is a very cumbersome job. Whether it is a real event or an adaptation of other works, it requires a process and requires the cooperation of the participants."

He turned to the matter itself: "Operation Red Arrow you mentioned is not widely circulated in North America. After fighting the war on terrorism for several years, the public does not pay much attention to Afghanistan. I can attract investment and other movies. The company pays attention, because the project I initiated can make them profitable..."

Marcus understood: "I can license you for free."

"No, that's not what I mean." Martin never thought about free licensing, which is the most expensive: "I think about it this way, don't push for a movie adaptation, I'll find a screenwriter or writer to assist you in completing the related work." You don’t have to worry about film adaptation, as long as we can reach an agreement, my studio will buy the film and television copyright of your memoir in advance.”

Chad interjected at this time: "This is indeed a relatively safe way of operation. Many special personnel of the CIA or FBI publish their memoirs after retirement. After the memoirs have a certain influence, they will adapt the memoirs into movies."

He also specifically cited an example: "The "Cat and Mouse Game" that Leonardo and Spielberg collaborated is a typical example."

Marcus knew about the film and said, "Okay." He emphasized again: "You don't need to pay me, I just want my teammates..."

People's ideas are subject to change. Martin didn't want to cause trouble for the later stage because of this little expense in the early stage. He said: "We are friends. Friendship is friendship, and business cooperation is business cooperation."

Marcus replied: "I listen to you."

Martin asked: "Do you have any relevant information in Afghanistan, so that I can find a suitable ghostwriter?"

"I have quite a few in my family." Marcus looked at Martin and then at Chad. Although he had been in the army for a long time, he knew how to deal with the world. Go over with me to get the materials? By the way, give me a chance to treat you and express your gratitude."

Martin didn't have anything to do these two days, so he replied, "Then don't bother me."

Several people chatted for a while, left the club together, and rushed to Santa Monica.

…………

South of Santa Monica, four black men parked a stolen car on the side of the road.

"The one with the red tiles on the roof, Edmund, isn't it?" Bald Alfonso asked, "Is this the right target?"

Edmund stretched out his big flower arm and pointed there: "Boss, I will never make a mistake, and Aix can prove it!"

Ax is not tall, with a Magnum revolver on his waist: "The man just moved here from other places, not from Los Angeles. Edmund and I witnessed it with our own eyes. He brought a lot of boxes with what looked like They are all valuables."

Alfonso asked again: "Are you sure what's in the box?"

"I can't be sure." Aix said again: "According to the moving workers, all the boxes are locked with combination locks. Anyone who steps on the ordinary things will lock them immediately!"

Alfonso nodded: "Okay, vote for him!"

Diaz, who had been silent all this time, said at this time: "Boss, all the houses here have back doors. I suggest using the back door."

Alfonso started the car, passed the target house first, and asked by the way, "Does he have a dog at home?"

Edmund said first, "Not when we moved, I can be sure."

Alfonso felt relieved and drove around to the back door of the target single-family house.

He didn't turn off the engine, nor did he get out of the car, he waved his hand over there: "Hurry up, I'll meet you in the car."

Diaz got out of the car first, followed by Aix and Edmund, and climbed over the wall formed by the green belt. Edmund picked the lock of the back door without much fuss, and entered the house first.

Aix and Diaz followed, and just a few steps forward, the dog barking suddenly sounded.

The former immediately pulled out the Magnum revolver.

Two Labradors ran out of the living room and screamed at the three of Edmund.

The male dog, John, was a bit more aggressive and jumped at Edmund.

Seeing such a big dog rushing towards them, Ax and Diaz raised their revolvers at the same time.

Bang bang bang gunshots!

John was shot in the head, screamed, and fell at Edmund's feet.

One shot hit Daisy in the neck, and the bitch screamed and ran away.

After running not far, he fell down with a plop.

"hurry up!"

The three of them were very courageous. Instead of leaving immediately after shooting, they went into the living room to find the box the porter said: "Find something valuable! Hurry up!"

Just as Diaz finished yelling, the sound of a high-powered pickup truck came from the front yard. It seemed that someone had returned, and there was more than one car!

Alone, they don't care.

But if there are more than one person, it is better to go first.

Edmund rushed faster than anyone else, and ran in the same way: "The man is back, go! Go!"

The three of them ignored other things and ran towards the back door.

He rushed out the door in one breath, jumped into the car, and urged Alfonso: "Boss, go!"

Beyond the front door, five people approaching the house Marcus was renting in two cars heard gunshots.

Experienced Bruce immediately judged: "The gunfire of the Magnum revolver!"

The pickup truck in front screeched to a stop, and Marcus, Kane, and Chad jumped out of the car, each holding an M9, and rushed into the yard.

Bruce also took out his gun and got out of the car slowly.

Martin followed cautiously, a Glock tightly in his hand.

Marcus at the front shouted, "Daisy, John!"

no respond.

He opened the door and walked in. There was no one in the room, but there was a pungent smell of blood.

"Daisy!" Marcus roared outside, with great pain.

Kane, Chad, and Bruce followed, with Martin still at the end.

In the living room, a Labrador named Daisy lay in a pool of blood, unresponsive.

Marcus was heartbroken to the extreme, closed Daisy's dog eyes, ran towards the back door, and saw the body of another Labrador John.

The dog was headshot.

"Ah! ah—"

Marcus raised his head and roared, venting the pain in his heart.

Chad, who also has a dog, understands the feeling, and whispers, "Damn it!"

Marcus lightly touched the wound on John's head, closed his eyes for it, and stood up.

"Call the police," Martin suggested.

Marcus nodded and said to Kane, "Help me call the police."

He turned and walked towards the kitchen, and came to the storage room, where there was a table connected to the monitors of the front and rear doors.

Marcus called up the monitor, stepped back for a while to check, took out another box, snapped open the combination lock, took out the tactical vest from it, put it on, took out two M9s and magazines, and inserted them on the vest.

"Calm down, man!" Martin urged.

"They killed my dog!" Marcus said.

(It is said that this is the earliest creative origin of John Wick, whether it is true or not is unknown.)