America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz

People scattered in the gymnasium, with most of the cheerleaders letting out screams, rushing into the stands like headless flies. Some ran towards the exits, others crouched behind the seats—all praying for God's blessing.

Andre's shooting was not very good, and his first round of targets was the basketball players. Except for a few unlucky cheerleaders, most people got away.

The basketball players of Burbank Middle School, who had attempted to confront Andre and his group, were in big trouble. They were already gathered together, and being tall and big made them 30 to 40 percent more likely to be hit by bullets than the average person. After Andre emptied a magazine, only two or three of the dozen were still standing.

As Andre walked forward, he changed his magazine. He was excited; his hands shook slightly and his pace was slow.

His gaze swept over the blood on the floor, and he clearly saw that Jackson and the others who had confronted him earlier had all fallen but Miller, the ringleader, was not among them.

Andre turned his head and spotted the figure in the team's uniform at a glance.

It was Miller, with that bitch Judith following behind.

Before he could raise his gun, the two dashed into an exit.

Andre wasn't worried. All the doors were locked from the outside, with only the main entrance guarded by Victor. They couldn't escape.

He turned his gun and fired another shot at each of the basketball players lying on the ground.

The wails ceased, leaving only the piercing screams.

The beast within Andre was completely unleashed, and at this moment, he felt inexplicably exhilarated as he ran with light steps, chasing after his other main target, Miller.

......

Entering the inner corridor of the gym, there was a security door right next to them, but it couldn't be opened.

Originally, someone was specifically responsible for guarding this passage, ready to open the door at the first sign of trouble.

But as soon as the gunshots were heard, that person ran away, holding his head.

Work and duties were not as important as your own life.

A few girls let out terrified cries, and Martin said, "Shut up!"

Blake was also afraid, but seeing Martin remain so calm, she settled down a bit. She turned and slapped two girls across the face: "Shut up, bitches!"

Bruce said, "The door's been locked from the outside."

Martin tried to stay calm, knowing that panic would only lead to worse consequences, and asked Blake, "You're familiar with this place, how do we get out?"

Blake immediately took the lead, "This way!" She started running, "Before the game, they temporarily close the normal entrances and exits of the gym to prevent random people from entering. Only the team's entrance is open."

Bruce and Martin followed closely behind her.

Elizabeth wiped her tear-soaked face and bit her lip as she shakily followed Martin.

Helen said to the cameraman, "You shoot the front, I'll shoot the back."

At a time like this, the two reporters still hadn't abandoned their job.

Probably used to gun violence, they weren't fazed by it anymore.

Along the way, they saw a few people lying in pools of blood. Some girls couldn't help but make noise again.

After passing a convenience store, not far around the corner was the player's passage.

Victor, hiding in the corner, had already heard the sound and silently extended the AR's barrel.

As they reached the corner, Blake was about to round it, but Martin grabbed her, "Wait..."

Before he finished speaking, the sound of the AR firing rang out.

Bullets pummeled the granite at the corner, and fragments flew in all directions.

Blake was shaken, trembling against the wall.

Bruce pulled out his pistol from under his arm, and during the shooter's pause, he extended his gun and fired two shots, quickly peeking around the corner.

About thirty meters separated them, and his lousy pistol stood no chance against a rifle.

Victor noticed this and stuck out half his head to continue firing.

Bruce was completely suppressed.

This wasn't like shooting at a stationary target 30 meters away on the shooting range; this was facing a practiced gunman with automatic firepower.

Victor heard the frightened screams and grew even more excited, planning to move forward.

Bruce quickly fired two shots, scaring him back.

"Let's go, find another way!" Bruce said to Martin, "I'll keep him at bay. Quickly find another route. If he rushes to this corridor, no one will get away!"

Martin didn't argue and turned to run back.

He didn't have a concealed carry permit and usually didn't carry a gun. Staying here, he couldn't help Old Cloth but would only be a burden.

As soon as the gunfire started here, some people lost control and instinctively turned and ran back.

Miller had the best physical fitness and ran the fastest.

He thought of the locker room. As long as he could get inside and close the door, let those bitches and bastards draw the gunman's attention, he would be safe.

Miller ran faster and faster, quickly leaving the people behind him by dozens of meters.

Then, he saw a door open about ten meters to his front, and a blood-stained gunman stepped out.

The gunman was Andre!

That was the last thought that flashed through Miller's mind.

Andre raised his gun and fired three shots.

Amidst the sharp gunfire, Miller fell backward.

"Ah..."

The sound of guns once again induced screams, and many cheerleaders turned and ran back again.

Andre, with bloodlust in his eyes, followed the screams, moving forward.

Most people, including the main cast and both reporters, ran into the convenience store, screaming even louder upon seeing the owner's body.

Martin heard the gunfire and footsteps, but he was out of options. He pushed Elizabeth into the store and reminded, "Everyone, hide! Get down on the floor!"

Elizabeth and Blake, among others, ran toward the back of the convenience store.

Martin heard the screams from behind the shelves, glanced again at the dead body of the convenience store owner, and turned back, leaping over the counter.

The girls' screams were incessant—a very bad idea to hide with them.

Martin crouched under the sealed counter on the outside, saw the glass bottles of Coke in a plastic basket next to him, and immediately grabbed two, holding them tightly in his hands.

Clutching the Coke bottles was like washing his face with facial cleanser; his mind grew much clearer.

If he were the gunman, he would surely be attracted by the screams and come to investigate...

This way, Bruce would not be caught in a crossfire by two gunmen wielding automatic weapons.

Martin calmed down and looked for a chance to fight back.

The girls' screams were the perfect bait.

Meanwhile, Elizabeth realized Martin was gone, and her heart was in complete chaos. She could only bite her lip tightly, keeping silent and lying on the ground.

On the other side, Aibo covered her mouth tightly, her eyes widened as she looked at Blake, whose finger next to his lips trembled as if electrified.

Even the two reporters were scared at this moment.

But Helen still found an angle to place the DV on the shelf, aiming the lens at the entrance.

The cameraman pushed the camera out from under the shelf, placing it in the aisle facing the door.

If they couldn't escape, they were determined to record the image of the killer!

Martin heard footsteps running, stopping beside the counter.

Many girls realized something was wrong, and their screams of fear suddenly stopped.

"Keep screaming! Go on, scream!" The beast surged in Andre's heart as he yelled, "All of you scream!"

He raised his AR and repeatedly fired at the source of the noise behind the shelves. Bullets exploded a great deal of merchandise, and countless fragments fell to the ground with a clatter.

Some people were so scared they wet themselves.

Elizabeth's head and body were covered in potato chip crumbs; her eyes streamed with tears, as if plunged into endless darkness.

Blake and Aibo, the sworn enemies, clung tightly to each other, drawing the last bit of security from one another.

Andre laughed maniacally as he fired, venting all the hatred in his heart.

Under the counter, Martin gripped the glass Coke bottles with both hands, his ears perked up, listening intently. Soon the firing stopped, and the sound of an AR rifle running empty reached him.

The sound wasn't loud, but Martin had heard it countless times on the shooting range, and he couldn't be mistaken.

This was the opportunity he had been waiting for!

Martin burst out of hiding, and in the moment he stood up, he threw the Coke bottle in his right hand like a grenade.

Andre was reloading his magazine and didn't notice Martin. The heavy glass bottle struck his forehead.

With a thump, the bottle flew off, and blood streamed down from his forehead.

Andre was briefly stunned.

Martin leaped up onto the counter and pounced forward.

Before he even reached him, the Coke bottle in his left hand, whistling with the wind, came crashing down.

Andre didn't have time to react before Martin hit him on the head with the bottle.

With the external impact and internal Coke expansion, the glass bottle shattered, its fragments slicing into Andre's scalp.

He fell to the ground with a thud.

Martin's heavy body landed on his chest, causing him to cry out in pain.

Andre instinctively reached for the gun holster at his waist.

Martin was not going to give him a chance. One knee pinned down his left hand, one hand held down his right, and with the other hand, he grabbed another glass bottle of Coke from the basket by the wall, and with a thump, smashed it on Andre's head.

Andre was still struggling, so Martin picked up another bottle of Coke and smashed it again!

Thump! Thump—

After four bottles of Coke were finished, Andre lay back motionless, making groaning noises from his mouth and nose.

Gasping, Martin still pressed down hard on Andre, yelling, "Someone help, get me a rope!"

Hearing Martin's voice, Elizabeth was the first to look up and saw Martin on top of the bloodied gunman as if she had seen a glimmer of light in endless darkness.

She didn't know where she got the courage from, but she got up and ran over, pulled off a belt from around her waist, and handed it to Martin.

Martin's face and hands were covered in blood, like a demon from a sea of blood in hell.

Yet Elizabeth was not afraid at all, instead feeling a sense of security she had never felt before.

Blake finally broke free from Aibo's entanglement and, the moment she got up, her eyes met Aibo's. Both turned their heads, and in a typical female instinctive reaction over everything else, they simultaneously cursed, "Bitch!"

With the danger briefly averted, Helen rushed over with the DV to capture everything that had happened.

Martin flipped over the insensible Andre and tied up his hands and feet.

Many people gathered around, and Blake asked Martin with concern, "Are you okay?"

Boom—

The sound of a shotgun rang out, and the girls who had just emerged screamed and fled in all directions.

Martin could tell that the gunfire was coming closer to the corridor near Old Cloth.

There was a third gunman; Old Cloth might be caught in a crossfire!

Martin casually wiped the blood from his face, picked up the rifle, took out two AR magazines, shoved one in his pocket, and loaded the other into the gun.

Elizabeth looked at Martin, trembling.

Aibo said, "You, don't go, can't you just stay here?"

Martin steadied his breathing, turned back with a smile as he ran out, "My brother's out there!"

It was always Old Cloth covering him from behind, and now it was his turn to guard Old Cloth's back.