The summer sunshine in Los Angeles is so bright that ordinary people want to tear off all their clothes. Daisy's outfit that is not in line with the season is already very eye-catching. When she pulled out an assault rifle, she was immediately seen by many people, and naturally there were many people screaming.

Although it was not a day off, there were still people coming and going in front of the Hollywood Chinese Grand Theater. When a few harsh screams sounded, the crowd couldn't help but look at the other side where the sound came.

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

More screams...

The black man with a red baseball cap and short-haired hair also turned his head and looked over there, and found that the black muzzle was aiming at his side.

After two months of uninterrupted practice, although Daisy is still a novice in gun shooting, her gun-holding hands are extremely stable. The A-15 assault rifle's sight firmly locks the larger chest and abdomen position of the red baseball cap.

Seeing the red baseball cap turn to look at him, the shocked expression on his face gradually magnified, Daisy hooked the trigger without hesitation.

"Ba,ba,ba..."

The gunshot sounded instantly, and Daisy saw the jumping blood flowers, like blooming fireworks.

In front of the Hollywood Chinese Grand Theater, the red baseball cap was completely in chaos, and the red baseball cap was covered in blood. He turned to look at the side. There were two blood holes on the chest of the short-haired black man, and the bright red liquid was rushing out like a spring.

"ah……"

Not far from behind the black man, a harsh howl came, and someone on his face was shot by a bullet.

The short-haired black man had a protruding eyes, and he fell down on his back, and there was no sound again.

The red baseball cap was completely frightened by this sudden situation and was stunned on the spot for a moment, not knowing what to do.

“fu#￥k!”

Seeing that all four shots were shot missed, Daisy scolded in a low voice, moved the muzzle slightly, and hooked the trigger again.

"Ba,ba,ba..."

The crisp gunshot sounded again, and the red baseball cap turned around and saw the light smoke coming out of the muzzle. Then I felt that I suddenly lost my feelings. Countless blood flowers bloomed in front of me, even more gorgeous than the fireworks on Independence Day, as if the most beautiful flowers in the world.

Then, like the short-haired black man before, he fell to the back and fell on the terrazzo floor. The boiling blood dyed several nearby golden stars into golden red.

The Hollywood Chinese Theater and even a nearby area were completely in chaos. Daisy saw the target fall to the ground and had no intention of collecting the gun. She knew that if she wanted to create more chaos and panic the entire city, it was far from enough and more needed to be done.

Looking at the panicked crowd in front of the Hollywood Chinese Grand Theater, Daisy held the assault rifle stably, hooked the trigger again, and shot all the bullets inside the magazine at the fastest speed she could control.

Blood bloomed among the crowd, and a howl sounded from the entrance of the theater. For a moment, even Daisy, the culprit, could not see how many people had shot down.

But she had no sympathy or compassion at all, and only knew that if she wanted to realize her ideals and beliefs, she had to do so!

However, in just half a minute, a drastic change suddenly occurred at the entrance of the Hollywood Chinese Theater. No one could react in such a short time. Daisy put away her rifle as fast as possible, drove a motorcycle and rushed forward. Her eyes hidden behind her helmet, and also looked at the small square at the entrance of the Hollywood Chinese Theater, which had become a purgatory on earth.

Seeing all this, a feeling of comfort that I got what I wanted instantly spread from the top of my head to the limbs. If Daisy hadn't been driving a motorcycle and left quickly, she would have wanted to moan.

She held the handlebar with her right hand, and the motorcycle did not slow down at all. She took out the net bag from the left hand and threw it into the sidewalk on the roadside. More than a dozen colored ** balls with black letters were written off the shackles of the net bag and all fell on the terrazzo sidewalk.

The pedestrians on the sidewalk thought it was a bomb, and they instantly fled, scattered and fled, panicking like a lost lamb.

Daisy was even more proud of seeing the chaos she created in the motorcycle rearview mirror, and this was the result she wanted!

"What I fantasize, what I hope, what I want to achieve..." Daisy hid on her face in her helmet and showed a twisted smile, "Isn't that the case?"

She almost pushed the accelerator of the motorcycle to the bottom, like black lightning, rushed out of the Avenue of Stars and turned into an alley that was difficult for cars to enter. Daisy slowed down a little, and calmly followed the pre-developed plan, following some paths that were not basically unknown to Los Angeles locals, and headed towards the hidden place she had thought of before.

There was no government-installed surveillance in the alleys she was walking in, and many places could even be said to be blind spots.

Before Daisy took action, she made careful plans and knew one thing very well. Even in a world-wide metropolis like New York and Los Angeles, there were areas where supervision was very weak.

After driving quickly for nearly four minutes, Daisy vaguely heard the sirens chirping, but at this moment she was already quite far from the scene of the incident and gradually approached the slums of Los Angeles.

Although she did not grow up in a slum, Daisy was still familiar with the chaos and disorder in these places. She turned a T-junction and saw through the rearview mirror that there were no police cars or other vehicles behind her. 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 was walking around in the complex black community, and after seeing that there was no one around, she turned into an alley that had just been allowed to enter by motorcycles. Finally, she stopped next to a garbage station. The garbage station seemed to have been unattended for a long time. It was similar to the situation in most slums, and it emitted an unpleasant stench. It was rare for people to come here.

After getting off the motorcycle, Daisy pulled out a bulging, simple backpack from the bag on the left side of the car, then threw the motorcycle and the rifle that had been shot after the bullet, took off her helmet and put it in the backpack, revealing a face that looked like a womb-like figure. The blonde hair above her face was cut very short, and it was wrapped in a hood, as if she was afraid of falling.

Take out a black wig from the backpack and put it on your head, take off the gloves from your hands and put them in the backpack, Daisy quickly leaves the garbage station.

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

Meanwhile, Daisy abandoned the garbage station on the motorcycle and two young black men were throwing the garbage.

“Whose motorcycle is this?”

One of the black men had sharp eyes and saw a motorcycle from a distance, "Why did it throw it here?"

"This kind of motorcycle." Another black man seemed to be very researched. "It's very ordinary style, no one steals it when thrown on the street."

Even though they said so, they speeded up, threw away the garbage, circled around the motorcycle, and then found the assault rifle.

"There is a gun!" the first black man shouted excitedly.

"Worry, you stupid guy!" The second black man patted him hard, "Do you want someone to come and grab us?"

The second black man took the gun and looked at it, then stuffed it back into the bag on the motorcycle, "Okay! OK! We have guns too!"

"It's a pity that it's not the AK series." The first black man was a little regretful, "It's better to have the AK series."

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

"Hmm! Yes!" The first black man nodded quickly, "I'm not stupid, why should I tell others?"

The two black men pushed the motorcycle and left happily. Instead of telling the others about this, they temporarily hid the motorcycle and rifle in the underground storage room of the second black man.

On the other hand, Daisy changed her wigs and shoes in a place she had already planned, and went around several places where she had no surveillance and had no surveillance people. She changed her clothes again and took an old tram without digital equipment. She traveled to several places one after another, and then used different wigs, clothes and outfits to transfer to different means of transportation. Finally, she walked from a community with a large population, through a path that rarely walked by, and walked back to the suburb where she was home.

Daisy knew very well that in today's era, it was not easy to get rid of the police completely, and she had to be careful and careful.

She had reached a consensus with several members of the ImDB discussion group. This afternoon, they would nominally gather at her home. As the leader of the ImDB discussion group for so many years, Daisy has a considerable prestige and has developed many best friends. Although those people would definitely not do anything with her if they knew it, she had already found a reason to let these people deliberately rehearse a scene.

These people, like many rebellious young people nowadays, never take the police seriously. Not to mention not knowing, even if they know, they may not tell the police the truth.

When she came to the suburbs of her home, Daisy took a closer look and saw no abnormal situation. The houses here were very large, so she didn't have to worry about her neighbors' problems. She entered the house through the small door in the backyard. The people who came to the party had left as agreed. Daisy brought her backpack to the basement, opened the huge mechanical lock, walked in, looked up at the magician's large photo frame, and a smile appeared on her face unconsciously.

"Magic, your philosophy in the movie," she pulled a corner of her mouth, looking quite weird, "I've made them a reality!"

For some reason, Daisy just wanted to laugh, her laughter became louder, sharper, and more harsh...

With a nearly crazy smile, she walked to the storage cabinet, opened the cabinet door, and put her backpack in it. However, two more m4 assault rifles were added to the empty cabinet before.

Unlike the old Ar-15 that I threw away before, which could not find any marks, these two m4s are guns purchased by Daisy through regular channels, and all have legal documents.

These two guns are shorter and lighter than the old version that Daisy threw away, and are quite convenient to carry.

This kind of version of guns is easy to see among the people, which is also the main reason Daisy chose them. There may be millions or even more people in North America who hold this kind of gun.

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