As soon as the person in the Dodge muscle car made a move, Matthew immediately sensed danger. Through the spiderweb-like cracked windshield, he vaguely saw the person holding a gun. If that person got out of the car and teamed up with the bald guy to attack from both sides, the situation John had been barely holding together with his life and blood would instantly collapse.
What awaited him would surely be death!
Matthew was terrified of dying. Having faced death before, he understood the preciousness of life, and in the past, whenever there was danger, he would always retreat immediately, rarely putting himself in harm's way.
Although he had a wild exterior and a hero-like persona, Matthew had always been very cautious. Outside of movies, except for training and sparring with actors like Vin Diesel or Johnny Lee Miller, who weren't likely to use real weapons, he had hardly ever fought anyone for real.
He had done plenty of practical combat training with Nebola and some of the club's coaches, which made Matthew confident in his combat abilities. However, there were far too many things in this world that could easily defeat even the best fighters.
He never relied on his decent skills to recklessly engage in foolish, overly dramatic acts.
To Matthew, those were foolish behaviors. For a regular guy like him, knowingly rushing into danger wasn't called heroism—it was a death wish.
This glamorous world was too beautiful, and Hollywood was too vast a jungle for him to leave it so soon.
Why rush to die?
Matthew didn't want to die, which is why he had been so cautious in the past.
Similarly, he still wanted to enjoy this glamorous world, so now, he definitely couldn't die.
At that moment, the faces of Emma Watson, Emma Roberts, Jessica Alba, Charlize Theron, Miranda Kerr, Adriana Lima, Alexandra Daddario, Scarlett Johansson, even Nina Dobrev and Karolina Kurkova flashed before his eyes.
The beauties of the past, the beauties of the future—a forest of countless beautiful women was waiting for him to explore. How could he die? How could he afford to die?
If he died, what would happen to his billions? Would it fall into the hands of the American government or the pigs in Washington? Was there beauty in hell? More importantly, was there anywhere else in the world like Hollywood, filled with so many famous beauties?
Famous actresses and supermodels provided a completely different kind of spiritual satisfaction compared to regular women.
For the sake of his fortune, for the sake of future pleasures, Matthew absolutely could not die!
At that moment, he made up his mind to abandon his past caution for the sake of money and women.
An ordinary man, driven by mundane desires, finally decided to risk it all.
Because if he didn't, he would die. He would lose the beautiful life surrounded by wealth and women.
Matthew didn't want to die. Even more, he didn't want to live without wealth and women—that would be worse than death.
One of his bodyguards was unconscious, slumped in the driver's seat without a sound. Another was gravely injured, still fighting to fulfill his duty. Without his retaliation, the two men by the Ford, just a few meters away, could kill him in seconds.
The sound of sirens hadn't come yet, and it seemed the police were still a few minutes away.
There was no one to help him now but himself. He had no choice but to fight for his life!
In just a few seconds, Matthew made the decision to risk it all, and at that moment, the door of the Dodge muscle car was already one-third open.
Perhaps the driver was injured, or the collision had damaged the car, but the door was opening very slowly, as if it was extremely difficult to move.
The side where Matthew was hiding, the driver's side of the Dodge, was facing the entrance to Angel Agency, where Helen Herman could see everything clearly, even the model of the gun the bulky Latin man was holding.
"Matthew! Run!" she yelled anxiously. "Run! Hurry up!"
At that moment, Helen Herman felt as if Angel Agency was about to collapse. Most of its current business was built around Matthew.
Helen Herman struggled to rush outside, but her personal assistant held her tightly by the waist, ordering the two security guards at the door, "Close the door! Don't let Helen go out!"
Then she reminded her, "Helen! You going out won't help! We've already called the police, they'll be here any minute."
The assistant was clear-headed. Helen Herman going outside would be of no use. The attackers seemed to have a semi-automatic rifle. She didn't know if this was the most serious shooting since the 90s North Hollywood robbery, but it was certainly one of the most severe.
Bourne and his colleagues also saw the criminal in the Dodge car about to get out, and their camera lenses were all focused on that side.
"Hurry! Hurry!" another guy murmured unconsciously, "Hurry and take down Matthew Horner!"
What could be more exciting than witnessing a Hollywood top star being attacked? What news could be more shocking than Matthew Horner getting shot?
Of course, it would be if Matthew Horner got shot in the head!
Just think, capturing such a scene—wouldn't that cause a global sensation?
This upcoming headline-grabbing news had the paparazzi hiding at the edge of the parking lot thrilled, eagerly awaiting the scene to unfold.
"He's dead!" Bourne sneered. "The hero on screen is about to end up a corpse!"
An older paparazzo nodded repeatedly. "We are about to witness history."
But right in front of them, ABC Entertainment Channel's reporter picked up his walkie-talkie and shouted, "Forget all other shows, this is major news! Cut the feed to the scene! Matthew Horner is under fire! Do you understand? Matthew Horner is under fire!"
Suddenly, the reporter's eyes widened as if he had seen something unbelievable, completely forgetting to speak. If the camera hadn't already been set up, he might have forgotten to film as well.
Because he saw a shocking scene.
It was something only Matthew Horner would do in a movie.
Not only the reporter, but every paparazzo who could see the Mercedes and Dodge were left dumbfounded, their mouths hanging open.
The closest journalist was more than fifty meters away, all hiding behind temporary cover, eagerly awaiting the moment they most wanted to see. But what they got was entirely different from what they had anticipated.
The Sun's Bourne and his companions were stunned.
In their line of sight, Matthew Horner, who had been cowering behind the Mercedes van, suddenly moved. Just like in the roles he played in the movies, once he moved, he was faster than a rabbit.
Under the gaze of numerous journalists and cameras, Matthew rolled on the ground, keeping his head down and using the two cars as cover, swiftly reaching the driver's door of the Dodge.
The Latin thug had just stepped one foot out, with his head and half his body sticking out of the car. Before he could fully exit, Matthew had already arrived.
At the same time, the thug saw him, but before the man could raise his gun, Matthew, crouching low, grabbed the thick door of the muscle car and slammed it shut.
Bang—
The loud impact sound was even louder than the gunfire.
The Latin thug, already injured from the crash, was dazed by the door slamming into his head and body. Before he could react, Matthew pulled the door open again and slammed it shut once more.
Bang—
This time, the thug's head burst open, blood gushing from his forehead.
Matthew opened the door, grabbed the man, and yanked him out of the driver's seat. He immediately snatched the gun from the man's hand, kicked him to the ground, and as the thug hit the pavement, he seemed to regain consciousness, pulling a knife from his pocket. The sharp blade glinted in the sunlight.
Having made his move, Matthew wasn't going to give the thug any chance to counterattack. Although he didn't dare stand up due to fear of being shot by the men near the Ford, he remained crouched and used the strength and technique he had long honed.
Matthew threw a punch, hitting the thug square in the face. The man collapsed as if hit by a truck, his body slumping to the ground.
The thug was tough, though. Even Nebola, a former professional boxer, couldn't withstand Matthew's heavy punch, but this guy still clung to his knife, struggling to get up again.
Matthew glanced at the gun he had taken, but quickly abandoned the idea of using it. He stepped forward, grabbed the thug by the hair, lifted his head, and slammed it into the concrete.
Boom—
It sounded like the beat of a war drum as more blood gushed from the thug's head, his body convulsing.
That crash seemed to echo in the ears of the journalists who had been waiting for Matthew to be gloriously killed. They were all stunned.
What about the plan for Matthew to be shot in the head? What about the global headline news? What about him losing his image?
Bourne and his colleagues from The Sun were dumbfounded. Why wasn't Matthew Horner following the script? You're a movie star—what are you doing rushing in and fighting to the death? Where's the high-class celebrity demeanor?
You're tougher than the thugs? Have you considered how the thugs feel?
Watching the Latin thug's head slam into the concrete, the two men couldn't help but wince. That must have hurt!
Bashing someone's head into the pavement—wasn't that going a bit too far? Could a human head really win against concrete?
The expected big news hadn't happened. Instead, Matthew Horner had
managed to turn the tables, and Bourne and his colleagues couldn't help but feel disappointed.
Big news! They wanted the story of Matthew Horner being killed, with his brains splattered everywhere!
The other reporters, however, were thrilled. Matthew Horner, in a life-threatening situation, had suddenly exploded into action, just like the characters he played on screen, using his incredible agility to personally neutralize one of the threats.
A macho man who always played heroic roles had, in reality, proven himself to be just as impressive as his on-screen characters. This was bound to cause a sensation.
The actor who played heroes was, in fact, a real-life hero. Just thinking about it made people excited.
But everyone knew the danger wasn't over yet. After a few minutes of shooting, the bald thug suddenly opened fire violently, completely suppressing Matthew Horner's injured bodyguard while the other gunman advanced forward.
These were the two most dangerous men.
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