The Best Movie Actor In Hollywood!

Chapter 726

The moment the man from the Dodge started to move, a sense of crisis washed over Matthew. Through the spiderweb cracks of the windshield, he could vaguely make out a pistol in the man’s hand. If that man teamed up with the other attacker, launching a pincer assault, the stalemate John was maintaining with his life would instantly collapse.

If this continued, the only thing waiting for him was death.

That was the one thing Matthew truly feared, because it meant losing everything.

Despite his rugged on-screen persona and the heroic characters he played, Matthew had always been a very cautious man.

His extensive real-world combat training with Nibora and other instructors at the club had proven he was more than capable in a fight, but in this world, even masters could meet an abrupt end.

He never relied on his skills to do something reckless.

From Matthew's perspective, it was all incredibly foolish. For an ordinary person like him, charging into a known danger wasn't heroism—it was a death wish.

There was so much beauty in the world, so many pleasures to be had in Hollywood.

In that instant, the faces of Emma Watson, Emma Roberts, Jessica Alba, Charlize Theron, Miranda Kerr, Adriana Lima, Alexandra Daddario, Scarlett Johansson, Nina Dobrev, and Karolína Kurková flashed through his mind.

With so many beautiful women in his life, how could he possibly give up on all that enjoyment?And the billions of dollars? A fortune was waiting for him.

He refused to just die and leave it all behind.

At this fateful moment, Matthew decided to cast aside his usual caution.

For a decadent life full of pleasure, he had to fight.

The condition of his driver was unknown. His other bodyguard was seriously wounded but still desperately doing his duty. Without his covering fire, the two men standing by the Ford more than ten meters away could have killed him by now.

The sound of sirens had yet to pierce the air, which meant the police were still several minutes away.

No one could help him now but himself. He had to fight for his own life.

In just a few seconds, Matthew made his decision. By this time, the Dodge's door was already a third of the way open.

Perhaps the attacker was injured, or maybe the collision had damaged the door, because it opened with agonizing slowness, as if he was struggling to force it.

At that moment, from the Angel Agency office, Helen could clearly see the model of the pistol clutched in the large Latino man’s hand.

"Matthew! Run!" she cried out in alarm. "Run! Get out of there!"

In that split second, Helen felt as if her entire agency was about to crumble. The vast majority of its core business depended on Matthew.

Helen struggled, trying to break free, but her personal assistant held her back while ordering the two guards at the door, "Close the door! Don't let Helen out!"

Then she reminded her boss, "Helen! It’s useless to go out there now! We’ve called the police; they'll be here soon."

Helen knew she could do nothing if she went outside. They had guns.

Karl and his colleagues also saw the assailant getting out of the car, the camera lenses in their hands fixed on the scene.

"Faster! Faster!"

The man next to him chanted involuntarily, "Get on with it already!"

Was there anything more thrilling than watching a top Hollywood star get attacked? Was there any news more sensational than Matthew Horner getting shot?

Just imagine capturing such a picture. Wouldn't it cause a worldwide sensation?

The reporters and paparazzi hiding at the edge of the parking lot were buzzing with excitement, eagerly awaiting the moment that scene would unfold.

"He's going to die!" Karl sneered. "The hero of the screen is about to become a corpse!"

An older paparazzo nodded sagely. "And we'll be the ones to witness history."

Across from them, a reporter for an ABC television channel raised his walkie-talkie and yelled, "Forget the other programs, this is huge! Switch the feed to my location! I want you to cut to the scene immediately! Matthew Horner is under fire! Do you understand me? Matthew Horner is being shot at!"

The reporter’s eyes suddenly widened as if he’d seen something unbelievable, and he even forgot to check if his camera was still rolling.

He had just witnessed a truly shocking scene.

It was the kind of scene Matthew Horner would only ever perform in a movie.

It wasn't just this reporter; every journalist and paparazzo who had a view of the incident was in shock.

They were more than fifty meters from the scene, all hidden behind temporary cover, waiting with bated breath for the climax they all expected. But what they saw was completely different from what they had anticipated.

Neither Karl nor his colleagues from The Sun could help but gape in astonishment.

As they watched, Matthew Horner, who had been huddled behind the Mercedes, suddenly moved. Like the characters he played in his films, he shot forward with the speed of a rabbit.

Before the eyes of dozens of reporters and television cameras, Matthew rolled across the ground, not even raising his head, and closed the distance to the open door of the Dodge.

The large Latino man had just managed to get one leg and half of his body out of the car when Matthew was suddenly upon him.

Before the man could even aim his weapon, Matthew, still in a half-crouch, grabbed the thick car door and slammed it shut with all his might.

CRUNCH!

A sickeningly loud sound echoed through the lot.

The Latino man, already injured from the crash, was instantly dazed by the powerful impact. Before he could react, Matthew ripped the door open again and slammed it shut once more.

THUD...

This time, a stream of blood began to flow from the side of the Latino man’s head.

Wrenching the car door open, Matthew dragged him from the driver's seat. He immediately seized the pistol and threw the dazed man to the ground.

Sprawled on the asphalt, the Latino man seemed to come to his senses. He immediately reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a knife, its sharp blade glinting brightly in the sunlight.

But Matthew gave him no chance. Though he remained in a low crouch, wary of being shot, his years of practice and strength training took over.

Matthew drove his fist into the Latino man's face.

The man was surprisingly tough. A punch from Matthew could stagger a professional like Nibora, yet he still held onto the knife.

Matthew swiftly grabbed him by the hair, yanked his head up, and smashed it down onto the concrete floor.

The impact sounded like the crack of a drum, and blood gushed from the Latino man's head as his entire body convulsed.

The gruesome sound seemed to travel all the way to the ears of the paparazzi who had been waiting for Matthew's death.

What happened to the sensational story of his demise that was supposed to shake the world? What happened to the downfall of his persona?

Karl from The Sun and his colleagues were stunned. "Isn't he just an actor?"

At the sight of the man's head being slammed against the concrete, the corners of their eyes twitched involuntarily.

Karl and his colleagues from The Sun couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment.

They needed the tragic story of Matthew Horner being murdered, not this.

The reporters nearby, however, had a completely different take. Every one of them was thrilled. In a moment of life-threatening danger, Matthew Horner had suddenly become a character straight out of his own movies.

The fact that a man who played heroic roles on screen was the same kind of man in reality would surely create an incredible media frenzy.

However, everyone understood that the crisis was not yet over. The bald man suddenly opened fire with a relentless barrage, completely pinning down Matthew's wounded bodyguard.