The Best Movie Actor In Hollywood!

Chapter 759

Headlights flashed and sirens wailed as a police car tore up to the bar's entrance. The officers who emerged wore grim expressions as the door of a black, heavy-duty armored vehicle swung open. A team of heavily armed tactical officers leaped out and, led by their captain, stormed the building.

They had received a report that Matthew Horner, who had recently survived an encounter with armed terrorists, had just been attacked again—this time, by Mexican drug traffickers.

This was no trivial matter. The victim wasn't just some ordinary citizen; he was a Hollywood superstar, a prominent public figure, a philanthropist, a champion for the rights of women and children, a UNHCR Goodwill Ambassador, and the world-renowned billionaire, Matthew Horner!

Beverly Hills Police Sheriff Bernard’s expression was stone-cold serious. If his department was late to the scene again, his tenure as chief—a position he had only recently secured—would be over.

Matthew Horner had faced two terrorist attacks in just two months. If this incident ended in another disaster, the entire Los Angeles police system would face a firestorm of criticism from across the country, and even the world.

The sheer scale of the public pressure was easy to imagine.

"Have these Mexican drug traffickers lost their damn minds?" Sheriff Bernard fumed silently. "Do they really think Los Angeles is the same as Mexico?"

He had already made up his mind: when he got his hands on these bastards, he would make them pay dearly.

When the heavily armed tactical team burst into the bar, even Matthew, who had been expecting them, felt a jolt of alarm. Fortunately, the scene was calm—no gunshots, no chaos—so the officers proceeded with relative caution, avoiding any tragic misunderstandings.

Sheriff Bernard entered next, followed closely by several agents from the FBI's Los Angeles field office.The moment Bernard saw the short young man lying on the floor, whimpering softly in pain, his mind raced. Surely, this couldn't be the terrorist who had attacked Matthew Horner?

But after a quick briefing on the situation, he knew he couldn't dismiss it.

He first had the young man brought to his feet for a search, his injuries noted in the process. Then, he personally questioned the two major stars, Matthew Horner and Emma Watson, while his officers took statements from other witnesses. Within ten minutes, the way Bernard looked at the young man had changed completely.

Was this kid suicidal?

There were numerous witnesses in the bar, and every single one had heard the man—a Justin Bieber—proclaim that he was going to kill Matthew Horner on behalf of Mexican drug traffickers.

And he had "tried" to follow through.

Someone had already painstakingly collected the shards of the beer bottle that had been thrown at Horner.

Furthermore, the feds had secured video footage from the scene, which clearly showed Justin Bieber attempting to strike Horner in the head with the bottle.

Add to that his repeated claims of association with Mexican drug cartels and his calls for Horner’s murder, and the situation painted a very different picture.

If not for the incident this past May, tonight would have, at best, ended as a simple bar fight. Justin Bieber would have eventually apologized to Matthew, paid a small fine, and that would have likely been the end of it.

But it was now mid-July, just over two months after the attack on Horner in Burbank—an incident officially classified as a serious act of urban terrorism. The media and the public had far from forgotten it. To pull a stunt like this now? It was practically career suicide.

Bernard studied Justin Bieber's face and vaguely recalled his daughter mentioning some kid who had gotten famous on YouTube last year. He had started as an internet celebrity before being picked up by an agency and launched as a singer. His first single had dropped in early July, and in just two weeks, he had become a sensation... at least among teenage girls.

Seeing the grim-faced FBI agents, Justin Bieber was terrified. He was now under their intense and unwavering scrutiny.

Ever since the Department of Homeland Security was established in 2002 in the wake of the 9/11 attacks, anything even remotely connected to terrorism was treated with the utmost seriousness.

Bernard’s thoughts drifted as he glanced again at Justin Bieber's boyish face. Maybe his age would work in his favor?

Of course, this was all just considering the worst-case scenario.

Given the circumstances, Justin Bieber was in deep trouble, but his chances of actually going to prison weren't that high, were they?

"Hello, Sheriff," Matthew said, seeking out Bernard. "We meet again."

Seeing Matthew’s familiar face, Sheriff Bernard felt a pang of unease. "...Hello, Matthew," he said, his voice strained.

A sense of failure washed over him as he was reminded that Matthew’s previous case—the burglary—remained unsolved.

Matthew didn't bring up the matter of the stolen underwear. "My lawyer will be here shortly," he stated calmly, his tone hardening. "I expect the police to take this matter seriously. This man attempted to murder me. If I hadn't reacted as quickly as I did, the consequences would have been catastrophic."

Hearing the phrase "attempted to murder me," Sheriff Bernard knew instantly that Matthew had no intention of letting this slide.

Matthew had already gotten the full story from Emma Watson and her friends. He was now certain that this was the same Justin Bieber he'd seen online.

It was an all-too-familiar story. A penniless kid goes from internet sensation to pop star overnight. But he clearly couldn't handle it. The fame went to his head, and fueled by alcohol and drugs, he turned into the mess before them now.

In truth, Matthew knew a terrorism charge would be difficult to prove. It would only end up causing Justin Bieber a world of trouble.

He wanted more.

What if that bottle had connected with his face? It could have disfigured him, left scars. Possibly.

For Matthew, that was simply unacceptable.

Just like the three drug traffickers now awaiting the electric chair, he refused to let anyone who directly threatened his personal safety get away with it.

And so, he was going to make Justin Bieber pay a heavy price.

Aware that the man standing before him was far more influential than the Matthew he had first met, Sheriff Bernard said quickly, "Matthew, don't worry. The police will handle this by the book."

Matthew nodded. "There's something else," he added, his voice taking on a righteous edge. "I'm reporting that Justin Bieber is using narcotics and is likely in possession of them. I expect the police to search his person, his belongings, and his vehicle."

"Of course," Sheriff Bernard replied, immediately turning to a nearby officer. "Begin a full search."

Emma Watson, standing nearby, had heard every word. Her gaze was locked on Matthew. In her eyes, he was doing all of this for her.

"That idiot isn't actually carrying drugs on him, is he?" Sophie whispered beside her.

Emma was certain Bieber was in for a world of pain. "What do you think?" she replied wryly.

Sophie giggled and changed the subject. "Matthew was just like a hero from one of his movies!"

Emma shot Sophie a sidelong glance.

She turned back to Matthew, who was still speaking with the police chief. Another FBI agent had joined their conversation. Was Justin Bieber's career over before it had even truly begun?

Thinking that Matthew was going to all this trouble simply because Bieber had insulted her, Emma lowered her gaze, not wanting anyone to see the emotion welling in her eyes.

A wild thought flickered through her mind: If Matthew were to propose to her tonight, she would say yes without a second's hesitation, wouldn't she?

But she knew, with a pang of disappointment, that he wouldn't.

In any case, she had already told Matthew that tonight, she was his.

Suddenly, the officer who had left earlier returned, his expression grim. He muttered something in Sheriff Bernard's ear and departed. Matthew then leaned in and whispered to the sheriff as well.

Their voices were too low for Emma to hear what was being said.

Two minutes later, however, Matthew walked back over to them, a curious expression on his face.

"What is it?" Emma asked, a hint of worry in her voice.

Alex Watson, Bonnie Wright, and Sophie Sumner drew closer.

Matthew held up a hand for silence, then lowered his voice. "The police just searched Justin Bieber and his things. They found a large bag of cocaine on him. Weighed over two hundred grams."

He let out a low whistle. "The kid's got guts, I'll give him that. Bringing a bag that big into a bar."

"Seriously?" Alex breathed, his eyes wide with astonishment.

Emma had already endured more than enough shocks for one evening, but this latest revelation made her gasp and cover her mouth.

Matthew nodded. "It's true. This is way beyond simple possession now."

By the time Matthew had finished with all the police and FBI formalities, the clock was ticking past eleven. He had arrived around eight.

"You all should go."

Before they left the bar, Emma turned to her brother Alex and her two friends. "Don't worry about me."

Alex Watson and Bonnie Wright departed, but Sophie remained rooted to the spot.