Chapter 486 This is a trap!!

"Strange! When I asked you out before, you always said you didn't have time. How come you have time today?"

In the cafe, Quentin looked at him suspiciously.

"Because I have more time today."

Link smiled, glanced at the building across the street, and asked, "You've finished filming your last movie, when are you going to film your new one?"

Earlier this year, Quentin's "Kill Bill" was released and grossed $102 million in North America. The overseas box office has now exceeded $100 million, and Quentin's fame in the film industry has once again become popular.

In order to grab Quentin's cash cow, Miramax Films paid a high price to sign a three-film contract with Quentin. A crime film called "Bloodsucker" has been completed, and there are two films left.

"I plan to shoot at the end of the year. You shoot three films a year, so I will shoot two even if I am slow."

"I agree that you should make more movies every year, finish the Miramax project earlier, and continue to make Kill Bill 2."

Link smiled as he stirred his coffee.

"Don't worry. Guess what - MGM releases so many great movies every year. This year's top 20 box office charts are almost all your movies. Filming Kill Bill 2 two years later will have no impact on your company's performance."

Quentin said with a pout.

Ding ding~

The Motorola phone on the table rang. Link opened the cover and took a look. He smiled and said, "Guess the reason why the film industry's performance is so good is because we don't reject any good movie."

Bang!

At this moment, the glass of the railing made a loud bang.

"Get down!"

Link fell to the ground instantly, and reached out to pull down Quentin who was still in a daze.

Bang bang!

Several gunshots were heard in succession, and bullets shot over from the opposite building, hitting the glass around the terrace.

Although tempered glass is strong, it shattered one after another after being hit multiple times, turning into glass shards on the ground.

The surrounding glass was shattered, leaving the terrace exposed. Bullets flying from a distance hit the terrace one after another. Tables, sofas, coffee cups, and vases were turned into debris in the shooting, leaving a mess on the ground.

"Ahh~, what happened? Are we filming a movie?"

Quentin yelled in horror.

"Shut up!"

Link picked up the coffee table and used it to block in front of him, dragging Quentin and quickly retreating. Bodyguards Bob and Hong Youfu opened their bulletproof briefcases and used them to block in front to prevent the coffee table from being penetrated by bullets.

Bang bang bang!

More bullets poured in from a distance.

"Link, what happened? Why is someone shooting at us?"

Quentin hid behind the coffee table, his mind gradually regaining clarity.

"You saw it. Someone is trying to assassinate us."

"Assassinate us? No, that's impossible. I'm just a small director. How could someone assassinate me? It should be you. Damn it, I forgot that you were assassinated last time. I really shouldn't have asked you out for coffee."

Quentin was upset.

"Don't worry, it'll be fine."

"How can I not be worried? Didn't you see those bullets? They were all large-caliber bullets. There must be dozens of sniper rifles aimed at us now. We are doomed."

Quentin stumbled back and nearly fell to the ground.

Link grabbed his shoulders and said, "Hold on steady. If you fall down now, I bet within a minute you'll have more holes in your body than a fishing net."

Quentin shuddered with fear and held on to his arm tightly.

"Damn it! I'm just a director. Why did I encounter something like this? I'm so unlucky."

"You said you like bloody and violent movies and hope to live a more exciting life like a gangster. Now you have the opportunity to experience it yourself. Aren't you excited?"

"No! Not at all. I hate gunfights and I hate a life that's too exciting. I just want to stay at home now."

Bang!

A bullet hit the floor and several pieces of broken glass flew past Quentin's scalp. Quentin screamed and ran away in fear.

Link grabbed his arm and continued to retreat while holding the coffee table. Under the cover of the coffee table and two bodyguards, the two of them successfully retreated into the cafe.

The customers in the cafe were also affected. Some were so scared that they squatted on the ground and screamed, some ran around, and some hurriedly called the police.

Link originally planned to drop Quentin off in the cafe and leave alone in the car, but Quentin held onto his arm and refused to let go, insisting that he would go with him even if he died.

"Are you sure? Those assassins outside are coming for me. If you follow me out at this time, you will most likely be shot dead as a target."

Link yelled.

Quentin hesitated for two seconds and insisted on going with him, because he was a billionaire and his life was more precious. If he dared to leave at this time, he must have a way to protect his own safety.

"Okay, walk in the middle. Don't fall behind or fall down. If you don't keep up, you will most likely die here."

Link put on a flak jacket and helmet, and put one on Quentin as well.

"I know, I know, but why should we go out, why not stay here, in the house"

Bang!

A gunshot interrupted Quentin's words. While he was speaking, a gunman came out from the rear window. As soon as his head showed, he was shot dead by Hong Youfu. Blood splattered on the glass window and the screams at the scene became louder.

Quentin was so scared that he trembled and immediately hugged his head, with a large spot on his pants wet.

"Walk!"

Link pulled the noisy Quentin outside, while Bob and Hong Youfu charged in the front. Four gang members with guns rushed over and were shot down by Hong Youfu and Bob as moving targets.

Bang bang bang!

There was a lot of gunfire at the scene.

Quentin trembled even more violently, and his 190 cm height shrank to less than 1.5 meters.

Bang bang bang!

A group of armed gangsters rushed out of a car on the street. Bob and Hong Youfu were the first to open fire and suppress the enemy's firepower.

Link had a gun on him, but he didn't fire it. He pulled the trembling Quentin and rushed quickly to the bulletproof car parked on the side of the road.

Bang!

Bang!

Two large-caliber bullets were fired in succession. One hit the roof of the car, splashing a string of orange sparks. When the other one was about to hit Link's neck, Link took a step forward and the bullet hit the back shoulder of his bulletproof vest. Even though his body was strong enough, he was shaken by the impact of the bullet.

"Link, you've been shot!"

Quentin screamed.

“Stop talking nonsense!”

Link pushed Quentin into the car.

Bang bang bang!

After Bob and Hong Youfu got in the car, the door closed quickly.

Bang bang bang!

Multiple bullets hit the business car from a distance. Fortunately, the business car had been modified and its bulletproof effect was no less than that of the president's car.

"What a shame! It almost hit."

On the opposite building, Bald Johnson raised his head from behind the sniper rifle scope, his face full of regret.

Killer Jon also looked regretful.

Boom!

Suddenly, a rocket was fired from the roadside at Link's car, and the Cadillac commercial vehicle was blown into the air.

"good!"

“Well done!”

Bald Johnson and Killer Jon shouted excitedly.

However, the car had good protection capabilities. After being blown up by the rocket, it landed steadily on the ground and was able to continue moving forward.

Just as the rocket killer was about to fire a second time, a bullet flying from a distance hit his head accurately, and the watermelon exploded.

Bang!

Another bullet hit the rocket killer's accomplice.

"Why are there snipers there?"

Bald Johnson and Killer Jon screamed.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Suddenly, there was a roar of propellers in the sky, and four "Black Hawk" helicopters rose from the ground into the air and opened fire at the location where the killer was hiding on the upper floor.

“Run!”

Killer Jon and Bald Johnson didn't dare to stay any longer. They picked up their equipment and ran downstairs. They were in a three-story resort hotel.

Just as I was about to go downstairs, I found that several exits downstairs were guarded by police. There were also several teams of fully armed special police searching every floor in the name of arresting terrorists, and demanding that everyone come out.

Killer John and Bald Johnson looked at each other and secretly cursed. He had guessed correctly before, this was indeed a trap, otherwise the police and special police would not have come so quickly and quietly.

"What should I do? Should I rush out?"

"No, there are police everywhere. We can't get out."

"What should I do? Should I stay here and wait to die?"

Listening to the footsteps coming from downstairs, the two of them gasped for breath, their hearts beating like drums.

Suddenly, the killer Jon noticed that people came out from other rooms. He turned his eyes and came up with a solution.

A few minutes later, the two men threw away their equipment, changed into ordinary people's clothes, and went downstairs among the crowd, hoping to get away.

Unfortunately, after arriving at the hall, the police asked everyone to gather together and brought out four police dogs to sniff each person carefully. As long as someone had just touched a weapon and had the smell of gunpowder on their body, the police dogs could smell it.

Killer Jon and Bald Johnson became furious, grabbed a hostage, held him in front of them and rushed out. There were four other people who joined him, also killers mixed in the crowd.

But they had no weapons, and faced with dozens of armed police special police, they had no power to resist. Three of them were shot dead on the spot, and the killer Jon and others could only lie on the ground and surrender.

Bang bang bang!

Sporadic gunshots and screams were heard from the street outside, and Killer Jon closed his eyes in despair.

This time they all failed.

Fell into the trap designed by Link and the police.

But he just couldn't understand why Link, who was worth hundreds of billions, dared to take risks and lure them into action. Wasn't he afraid of death?

(End of this chapter)