Chapter 711

In the summer of Los Angeles, the sun is blazing. Ordinary people want to tear off all their clothes. Daisy's untimely clothes are very eye-catching. When she pulls out an assault rifle, she is immediately seen by many people, including some who scream.

Although it's not a rest day, there are still people coming and going in front of the Chinese Grand Theater in Hollywood. When a few harsh screams ring out, the crowd can't help looking to the side where the sound comes from.

Then, a lot of people saw a tall and bloated man, riding on a black motorcycle, holding an equally dark assault rifle, aiming at this side.

More screams

Red baseball cap and short hair black also turned to look over there, found that the black muzzle aimed at their own side.

After two months of continuous practice, although Daisy is still a novice in gun shooting, her hands are extremely stable. The target of the AR-15 assault rifle is firmly locked in the larger chest and abdomen of the target of the red baseball cap.

Seeing that the red baseball cap turned to look at herself, the expression of consternation on her face gradually enlarged, Daisy did not hesitate to pull the trigger.

"Pa, PA, PA..."

The gunshot rang out instantly, and Daisy saw the jumping blood flower at the same time, like a blooming fireworks.

In front of the Chinese Grand Theater in Hollywood, there was a complete chaos. The face of the red baseball cap was red with blood. Turning to the side, the black man with short hair had opened two blood holes in his chest. The bright red liquid was springing out like a spring.

"Ah..."

Not far behind the black man, there was a piercing howl. It was obvious that someone had been shot.

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

Red baseball cap was completely shocked by this sudden situation. He was stunned on the spot and didn't know what to do.

“FU#￥K！”

Seeing that all her four shots missed, Daisy murmured, moved the muzzle slightly, and pulled the trigger again.

"Pa, PA, PA..."

The clear sound of the gunshot rang out again. The red baseball cap just turned around and saw the light smoke from the muzzle of the gun. Then he felt that he had no feeling. Countless blood flowers were blooming in front of his eyes, more gorgeous than the fireworks on independence day, just like the most beautiful flowers in the world.

Then, like the black man with short hair before, he fell back and fell on the terrazzo floor. The hot blood dyed the nearby golden stars golden red.

The Chinese Grand Theater in Hollywood, and even a nearby area, are in complete chaos. Daisy sees the target fall down and doesn't mean to stop the gun. She knows that if she wants to create more chaos and make the whole city panic, it's not enough. She needs to do more.

Looking at the panic stricken crowd in front of the Chinese Grand Theater in Hollywood, Daisy steadily holds her assault rifle, pulls the trigger again, and shoots all the bullets in the magazine as fast as she can control.

Blood bloomed in the crowd, howling from the theater door. For a moment, even Daisy, the initiator, could not see how many people were shot down.

But she has no sympathy and compassion, 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 upheaval at the gate of the Chinese Theater in Hollywood. No one could react in such a short time. Daisy put away her rifle as fast as she could, drove her motorcycle forward, hid her eyes behind her helmet, and took a look at the small square at the gate of the Chinese Theater in Hollywood, which has become a purgatory.

Seeing all this, a sense of satisfaction spread from the top of her head to her limbs. If she didn't want to drive the motorcycle, Daisy wanted to groan.

With her right hand holding the handlebar, the motorcycle didn't slow down at all. With her left hand, she took out the net pocket from the bag on the left and threw it on the sidewalk. A dozen colorful magic balls with black letters broke away from the net pocket and fell on the terrazzo sidewalk.

The pedestrians on the sidewalk thought it was a bomb, and they immediately ran away, panicking like a lost lamb.

Daisy is even more proud of the chaos she creates from the rear view mirror of her motorcycle. This is what she wants!

"What I fancy, what I hope, what I want to achieve..." Daisy hid her face in her helmet with a twisted smile. "Isn't that right?"

The throttle of the motorcycle was almost pushed to the bottom by her. Like black lightning, she rushed out of the avenue of stars and turned into an alley that was hard for cars to enter. Daisy slowed down a little and drove calmly along some paths that were not known to local Los Angeles people according to the plan she had made in advance, toward the hiding place she had thought before.

There is no monitoring installed by the government in the alley where she is walking, and even many places can be said to be dead ends.

Before the operation, Daisy had made careful planning, very clear one thing, even in such a cosmopolitan metropolis as New York and Los Angeles, there are weak regulatory areas.After driving fast for nearly four minutes, Daisy heard the sound of the police siren, but now she is quite far away from the place of the accident, and is getting closer to the slums of Los Angeles.

Although she didn't grow up in the slums, Daisy knew the chaos and disorder of these places better. She turned a T-junction and saw that there were no police cars or other vehicles in the rear through the rearview mirror. She entered an open community composed of dilapidated apartment buildings. Among the pedestrians on both sides of the road, the number of black people increased significantly.

Daisy walked around the complex black community for several times. After seeing that there was no one around, she turned into an alley where motorcycles could just enter. Finally, she stopped at a garbage station. The garbage station seemed to have been neglected for a long time. It was similar to the situation in most slums, with a bad smell, Usually, few people come here.

After getting off the motorcycle, Daisy pulled out a bulging large-scale simple backpack from the bag on the left side of the car, then left the motorcycle and the rifle after the bullet, took off her helmet and put it into the backpack, revealing a demon like face. The golden hair on her face was also cut very short. At the moment, all of her hair was wrapped in a hood, and she seemed to be afraid of falling a bullet Like.

She took out her black wig from her backpack and put it on her head. She took off her gloves and put them into her backpack. Daisy quickly left the dump.

Leaving the black community, she went into a makeshift shopping mall, changed the shorts and T-shirt she had prepared in advance into her backpack, changed into a wig, and left the area through the back door.

At the same time, Daisy abandoned the motorcycle dump, two young black trash.

"Whose motorcycle is this?"

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

"This kind of motorcycle." Another black man seems to have a lot of research. "It's a very common style. No one steals it on the street."

Even though they said so, they quickened their pace, threw away the garbage, went around the motorcycle and found the assault rifle.

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

"Keep your voice down, you idiot!" The second black man patted him heavily, "do you want others to come and rob us?"

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

"Unfortunately, it's not the AK series." The first black man was a bit sorry, "AK series is better."

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

"Well! Well The first black man nodded busily, "I'm not stupid. Why should I tell others?"

Two black people pushed their motorcycles and left happily one after another. Instead of talking about it to others, they temporarily hid their motorcycles and rifles in the basement storage room of the second black man.

On the other hand, Daisy changed her wigs and shoes in the places she had long imagined. She changed her clothes in several places where there were many people without monitoring. She took the old tramcar without digital equipment, went around several places, and then changed to different means of transportation with different wigs, clothes and costumes. Finally, she changed from one person to another Many communities, through a small path that few people usually walk, walk home to the suburbs.

Daisy is very clear that in this era, it is not easy to get rid of the police completely. She must be more careful.

She had reached a consensus with several members of the IMDB discussion group before. This afternoon, they will meet at her home nominally and serve as the leader of the IMDB discussion group. For so many years, Daisy has considerable prestige and developed many close friends. Although those people will not fool around with her if they know it, without knowing it, she has already found a good reason to let these people die Yi rehearsed a play.

These people, like many rebellious youths nowadays, never pay much attention to the police, let alone don't know. Even if they know, they may not tell the police the truth.

When she came to the suburb where she lived, Daisy watched carefully. She didn't see any abnormal situation. The houses here were widely spaced, and she didn't have to worry about the neighbors' problems. She entered the house through the small door in the backyard. The people who had come to the party had already left as agreed. Daisy came to the basement with her backpack, opened the huge mechanical lock, walked in, and lifted it Head looked at the magician's large photo frame, his face unconsciously showed a smile.

"Magician, your ideas in the movie," she said, pulling a corner of her mouth and looking rather strange, "I've made them come true!"

I don't know why. Daisy just wants to laugh. The laughter is getting bigger and bigger, sharper and sharper and sharper

With a nearly crazy smile, she went to the storage cabinet, opened the door and put her backpack in. However, there were two more M4 assault rifles in the empty cabinet.

Unlike the old AR-15, which couldn't find any mark at all, these two M4S were purchased by Daisy through formal channels, all with legal certificates.Compared with the old version that Daisy threw away, these two guns are shorter, lighter and easier to carry.

For example, this version of guns is 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 hold such guns.

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

The first goal has been achieved, but this is just the beginning! Daisy's faith was strong.