America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz

Chapter 298: Chapter 295: Capturing Them All

The surveillance captured it clearly, three black men snuck in through the back door of the house and fired at Daisy and John. Hearing the noise at the front door, they fled through the back door and left in a Toyota.

The license plate number of the Toyota was also captured very clearly.

The death of his beloved dog enraged Marcus. He grabbed a large coat and put it over his tactical vest. Speaking to Cain, Martin, and the others, he said, "Do me a favor and wait for LAPD. I'll be back soon; they can't have gone far."

Chad was the first to respond, "Buddy, take it easy!"

Martin grabbed Marcus's arm, with a tone that seemed to be advising but spoke the truth, "You need to see things through. You told me about your experiences in Afghanistan. I've already made contact with a suitable author and am preparing for the sequels to the memoir and movie adaptations. Do you plan for me to visit you in prison every day to discuss the project?"

These words might sound like those of a businessman, but to Marcus, they were somewhat heartwarming. His voice was deep and forceful, "Martin, thanks for your concern. I won't be impulsive. But they killed my dog, and I cannot let them get away with it. I must catch them myself!"

Chad, still worried, "I'll go with you."

The two men rushed out in haste.

"For Daisy!" Before leaving, Marcus turned back to look at the bodies of his beloved dogs, patted his chest, "And for John!"

This scene made Martin think of a real-life John Wick.

A crazy pursuit for the sake of a dog?

He couldn't help but think of the movie they had been considering discussing once Chad grew more mature and capable.

And here was a similar situation unfolding before their eyes.

One man, one dog, one gun!

You take the life of my dog, so I take yours?

Even going so far as to kill the murderer's entire family and by extension, take out their gang.

For Martin, the John Wick series was not like those old movies watched over a decade ago, some of which he even forgot the English titles. He had seen the fourth installment before the big blackout and remembered it quite clearly.

Marcus was pursuing four scumbags for his dog.

Martin recognized the value of the retired SEAL not just in his memoir but beyond. So he nodded at Old Cloth and followed suit.

Seeing everyone leave, Cain called out hastily, "Are you leaving me here?"

Martin took out his wallet, pulled out a card given by LAPD, and threw it to Cain, "When PD gets here, show them this."

Cain recognized the item and responded, "Be careful."

Martin left the house, got into the Escalade, and Bruce immediately accelerated to keep up with Marcus's pickup truck.

The two vehicles turned towards the back entrance, a one-way road leading directly out of the community.

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The pickup truck was speeding up front, and it wasn't hard for Bruce to follow.

Martin checked his handgun, and seeing the scenery zoom by outside the window, he had the illusion of pursuing a murderer.

The vehicles quickly left the community.

Initially, Martin held little hope of locating the murderers, as any sensible person would have fled as quickly as possible.

Maybe these thugs didn't think like normal people, or maybe they had no brains at all.

No sooner had they left the community than Martin saw the Toyota driving nonchalantly southward.

They had all seen the car and the license plate number on the surveillance, so there was no mistaking it.

Not wanting to witness a shootout in the street or to see Marcus end up in prison, Martin immediately took out his phone, called Chad, and said, "Tell Marcus not to be impulsive. Follow them, find their hideout!"

He seized on Marcus's mindset, deliberately saying, "Black guys stick together, especially those thugs. They're sure to have accomplices. We follow them, find their den, and take them all down at once. That's how we can truly avenge Daisy and John!"

Chad put the call on speaker, and Marcus heard clearly, "Old Cloth, we'll do a tag team tailing."

Bruce replied, "No problem. I'll let you know ahead of time when it's my turn to follow."

Marcus and Bruce took turns tracking the car, and the black men in the vehicle ahead had no idea they were being followed.

Arriving near a small dock warehouse close to Santa Monica Beach, the Toyota stopped at the roadside, and the four thugs entered the warehouse.

Bruce parked the car at a distance.

Martin immediately called McLain from the LAPD.

Seeing Chad and Marcus get out of the pickup truck, Martin and Bruce also got out of the Escalade.

Marcus took out a military binoculars and looked toward the distant warehouse.

Seeing him a bit calmer, Bruce said, "They're just some mindless savages, not worth getting into a brawl over. Martin has already called the cops, and they'll be here soon. Once they've gone inside, we'll have other ways to deal with them..."

Marcus nodded, "I won't do anything rash." He looked at Martin, grateful for his help; he couldn't cause him huge trouble, "Let's solve this through official channels first."

Martin gave his arm a pat, "Just wait a bit. LAPD will arrive soon."

Bruce took Marcus's binoculars, scrutinized the area, and upon seeing that there were more than just those four black men, he said, "For a black gang in Los Angeles like this one not to be involved in drugs would be such a rare occurrence as to be negligible."

Not wanting to draw attention, Martin returned to the car.

Chad whispered to Marcus, "You've just returned from Afghanistan. You need to adapt to the domestic way of doing things; Los Angeles isn't about fighting and killing."

Marcus saw the large convoy of police cars approaching in the distance: "There are still some favors to be considered."

Chad gave a thumbs-up: "Once you understand that, it's much easier to get by in Hollywood."

As Los Angeles's largest violent organization arrived, the seven or eight black men in the warehouse didn't put up any resistance and were all arrested.

Those black men seemed to be somewhat savvy, perhaps thinking that they hadn't committed any major crimes, and that if they didn't resist, they'd only spend a few months, at most a year or two, in jail. Afterwards, they could come out and still enjoy themselves.

If they had resisted, with their dark skin, they would have definitely been met with magazine-emptying gunfire.

Martin made a few more calls, then said to Marcus: "A large amount of illegal drugs were found at the scene, they won't be coming out anytime soon."

The LAPD assured that the case would be handled fairly.

Marcus said: "I understand, thank you, Martin, for giving me the opportunity to..."

Martin raised his hand to interrupt him: "What happens next doesn't concern me."

Marcus understood that the other party was a public figure. He nodded in acknowledgment, remembering this favor.

As for what to do next, he had dealt with counterterrorism in Afghanistan.

Marcus also had quite a few comrades in Los Angeles.

Four people left in two cars and returned to Marcus's residence.

Today was not suitable for discussing other matters. Martin, Chad, and Bruce quickly said their farewells, while Cain stayed to help Marcus with the aftermath for the two Labradors.

Because it involved an animal cruelty case, they needed to be temporarily put in cold storage.

For this situation, Cain had found a professional organization.

After the house was cleaned up, Cain, seeing Marcus's low spirit, said: "They wouldn't want to see you continue to be downhearted in heaven either."

Marcus got two beers and handed one to Cain: "I'll bounce back tomorrow. I have a new goal now."

Cain said: "This really is a good opportunity."

Marcus opened a beer on the door frame: "Martin is a good guy."

Cain still reminded him: "He's indeed a good person. Among Hollywood stars, he's the type who clearly distinguishes between gratitude and grudges. But the reason he could do that is that your experiences have value."

Marcus, who had experienced life and death, saw things clearly: "People without value are thrown into the trash heap wherever they go, just like those weaklings weeded out by the military."

Cain said: "Stay on top of your game."

Marcus nodded earnestly.

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Elsewhere, Martin, Bruce, and Chad found a spot for lunch.

The delicious Brazilian barbecue, Bruce ate with relish.

However, Chad's frequency of using his knife and fork was very slow, obviously contemplating something.

Martin had a glass of lemon water and said: "Marcus, Daisy, and John remind me of 'The Hills Have Eyes'."

Bruce kept eating, not concerned with these things.

Chad looked up at Martin.

Martin continued: "If we hadn't encountered him by chance, with Marcus being an unusual case of a man with a gun and a dog and his extensive combat experience, mounting a sneak attack and taking out those scumbags wouldn't be difficult."

"Facing those guys head-on, Marcus could kill them too," Bruce chimed in.

"You're an expert at designing action scenes," Martin directly asked Chad, "Could you turn this segment into an action movie?"

Chad had already been considering this, and upon hearing Martin's question, his thoughts began to crystallize: "A retired military operative, who has nothing but a dog for company when he gets home, encounters some bastards who break into his place and kill his dog. He picks up the gun he had put down and seeks vengeance for his dog?"

He then shook his head: "That would just make him an alternate version of Rambo, which wouldn't be suitable."

Martin took a sip of lemon water: "It could be changed to a hitman. For example, someone like Wesley, who chose to leave the business of assassination to get married to his beloved, only for his wife to die from a terminal disease, leaving only the dog to accompany him. In that case, the dog would hold an extremely special meaning to him, and his subsequent burst of rage would be more convincing."

Chad pondered for a moment and then said: "You're right! The profession of a hitman is very special, and it's troublesome to try to leave it. His past would inevitably keep haunting him, and even the hitman forces wouldn't let him go easily. The people who kill his dog could be part of a powerful hitman organization..."

"Perhaps it could be designed as an alliance of several hitman organizations?" Martin broadly outlined concepts like the Continental Hotel and the high table.

Chad promptly grabbed a napkin and carefully wrote down everything he and Martin had discussed.

Bruce suddenly interjected: "If you guys are doing an action movie, I think it's better to make it straightforward and clean. I've been online a lot recently and noticed that netizens are really irritated by those verbose, dragging action scenes, especially when villains talk too much."

Martin said plainly: "'Wanted Order' received a great response, and the concise yet cool action scenes were the most praised. Why don't we make an action movie even cooler than 'Wanted Order'?"

He spoke from personal experience: "No overly complex emotional exchanges, and there's no need to discuss human nature or philosophical thoughts with assassins. When someone has already become a hitman, why think about all that? Are they out of their minds?"

Chad captured Martin's intent: "Maximize the charm of the male lead, simply killing from beginning to end?"

Martin said: "Give it some thought."

Chad didn't wait for Martin to finish, "I will refine an outline for it, as a project to sign with the studio."