Rebirth In Hollywood

This section of the road has a speed limit of 50 miles per hour. Ryan estimated from his visual inspection that the Lexus may have exceeded 80 miles per hour, and it continued to drive wildly under the pursuit of the police car, either relying on it or driving drunk.

"Make way for that car," Ryan said to John in the front row.

The bodyguard on the co-pilot immediately notified the bodyguard car behind, such a crazy speeding, if there is a collision, it is very likely that the car will crash and die.

The team immediately drove into the right side of the road and gave way to the fast lane. This kind of drama of police arresting speeding and drunk driving is staged in Los Angeles almost every day, and there is no need for them to mix it up.

After just ten seconds, the Lexus approached the convoy. Under the flashing police lights, when Ryan looked back, he saw that the Lexus was not only extremely fast, but the driving route was crooked. The driver of the car drank a lot of alcohol.

"Be careful!"

Ryan shouted, and his first reaction was to hold Nicole tightly in his arms.

The Lexus was like a drunken man who had drunk too much. It staggered past the bodyguard car and caught up with the black Rolls-Royce in an instant.

During this process, Ryan clearly felt the violent shaking of the car body, and faintly heard the sour friction. He didn't need to look, and he knew that the two cars must have been slightly scratched.

"!"

He uttered a very rare foul language and immediately looked at Nicole.

Nicole shook her head at him, indicating that it was okay, but her already white face became paler and her breathing was a little short.

"Damn him!" Ryan cursed in a low voice but gloomy.

Although this black Rolls-Royce is strong and heavy enough, but the speed of the other party is so fast, if it really hits it firmly, what will happen?

The anger rose almost instantly, and the Lexus threatened more than just his safety. And Nicole, he swore that he wouldn't let anyone hurt them!

"I'm fine!"

Probably feeling the change in Ryan's mood, Nicole squeezed his hand firmly.

Nodding his head, Ryan lowered the baffle and looked forward. Perhaps it was affected by the slash just now.

The speed of Lexus was obviously slower, and in just half a minute, the police car that followed quickly caught up. The speeding car was pulled over to the side of the road.

"James, go over!" Ryan said coldly.

John in the co-pilot notified the front and rear cars, the driver reduced the speed, and the Rolls-Royce turned on the buffer belt and stopped more than 20 feet away from the two cars in front.

It didn't leave Burbank here. The Lexus was stopped near the entrance of a large supermarket. After Ryan got out of the car, he glanced at his car and saw the door on the outside. There is a small trace left after the scratch, which is very close to where Nicole is sitting. If it is a collision, the consequences will be disastrous.

The two bodyguard cars stopped long ago. Several bodyguards surrounded Ryan and Nicole, for fear of any accident.

"Damn it!" Nicole's face also covered with anger when she saw the scar on the car.

"John, call attorney Wilson Jr."

The wind was a little cool at night. Ryan opened the car door, took out Nicole's coat, and put it on her back. He said to another bodyguard, "Go over and see who it is, and negotiate with the police. We are the victims."

It's not a smart choice for a group of people to surround the police officer who is on duty.

So, a bodyguard walked towards the two cars in front, exchanged a few words with one of the two police officers in a loud voice, then walked back and whispered a few words to Ryan.

Ryan couldn't help frowning and walked towards the patrol police car. One of the middle-aged white policemen who should be the sheriff strode up to greet him.

"Hello, Mr. Jenkins."

"Hello."

Shaking his hand, Ryan nodded to him, then looked at the familiar face in front of the police car who was being questioned by another police officer, and said, "My lawyer is coming, and..."

He pointed to John, "This is my assistant who witnessed what happened."

Ryan stopped talking and left the matter to John to deal with.

Carrying a coat, Nicole chased him from behind, and while handing it over, she also looked at the driver who was being questioned by the police, and frowned as well.

"How is he?" She clearly knew the other person.

With Nicole's assistance, putting on his coat, Ryan looked at the police car with a very gloomy look. Although it was early in the morning, he could naturally recognize the drunk man under the bright street lights and flashing police lights. Hollywood superstar.

He didn't know how much wine the other party had drunk, but even from such a long distance, he could smell the obvious wine smell.

Is it too stressful recently? Was criticized too violently by public opinion? Can only use wine to drown your sorrows?

Just this afternoon, he was still thinking about the movies the other party made and the situations he was involved in. He didn't expect that he couldn't wait to come to the door at night, and almost threatened the safety of himself and Nicole.

"My life is over!"

Suddenly, Mel Gibson on the other side of the police car shouted excitedly, "You know what? The whole of Burbank is my territory? I can easily settle you cops with money!"

The drunken Hollywood superstar was obviously over the top. The officer opened the door of the patrol car and asked him to get in, but Mel Gibson refused to obey, shouting something, and running towards his Lexus, the officer immediately. After chasing him, he subdued the tough guy on the screen in a few seconds, handcuffed him, and pushed him toward the patrol car.

The police officer seemed to be a little afraid of him, and said while walking, "Mr. Gibson, I hope you can cooperate, your behavior has endangered the safety of others."

"Other people's safety?" Mel Gibson's words were full of disdain, spitting out boozy language, "I have money! I have enough money to settle this! Do you know how much money I make? Who are they? Where are they? Isn't it a matter of money..."

As he said that, he looked at John who was talking to another police officer, and felt a little familiar. He shook his head vigorously, feeling that the dazed brain stimulated by alcohol was a little more awake and a little excited.

"Isn't it about money?" he shouted again after being pushed by the police.

The unpleasant smell of alcohol and these rude words all floated over and landed in Ryan and Nicole's ears, and Nicole's face became more and more ugly...

Ryan patted her on the arm, and while Mel Gibson was still shouting 'money and turf', strode over and stopped by the streetlight about five feet from the patrol car.

"Mr. Gibson." Ryan shook his finger at the bodyguard who followed, and said only one sentence, "Do you think I'm short of money?"

There were not many words, and the voice was not as loud as the other party, but it was exceptionally clear.

After saying this, Ryan turned around and left, not bothering to look at each other at all.

"Ryan Jenkins?"

Mel Gibson's slightly surprised voice came from behind, and then the drunken macho used a louder voice, "You are a goddamn Jew! Jews are responsible for all the wars in the world..."

Ryan stopped and turned his head slowly, staring coldly at the drunk Mel Gibson, his soft eyes as sharp as knives.

"Everyone with Jewish blood is a bunch of bastards!" The Australian movie star seems to have all the anger he suffered during this period of time, all through the alcohol. "If the Jews disappear, there will be no war in this world!"

After speaking, he asked the policeman behind him, "Are you Jewish?"

After the other party shook his head, he turned to Ryan's side again, "The Jews will regret what they did to me..."

The sound of clunking high-heeled shoes came from behind, Ryan quickly stretched out his hand and grabbed Nicole, who was almost in a frenzy. The Australian girl was pale with anger, and her pale blue eyes were full of ice.

Holding Nicole's hand firmly, Ryan nodded to Mel Gibson who walked to the patrol car, "Very well, I will remember what you said, and I hope you can remember what you said tomorrow."

The two police officers looked at Ryan, and they looked at each other, knowing that the matter tonight was troublesome, and it was bound to cause an uproar.

Mel Gibson actually made racist remarks about Ryan, and if it goes out, he will definitely be finished.

Even if they are not Hollywood insiders, these two officers understand this, maybe being drunk is an excuse?

However, neither of them are idiots, they looked at each other with a tacit understanding, and made a decision to deal with it as openly and fairly as possible, and try not to get involved.

"This matter involves my reputation and personal safety." Ryan remained calm, and his impulses were of no benefit. "I will follow you to the police station."

He turned his head to look at Nicole again, and said in a low voice, "Dear, go back first, I don't think there is any way to rest tonight."

"No." Nicole shook her head firmly and clasped his hand tightly, "I'll accompany you."

"All right."

Ryan looked at the bodyguard behind him again, who made an 'ok' gesture.

Just as Mel Gibson said the first few sentences with racial slurs, the bodyguard activated the recorder he carried with him. They were all old people around Ryan and knew what to do when.

Sitting on a Rolls-Royce with a few scratches of paint, the car followed behind the patrol car and drove slowly towards the police station in Burbank. While on the road, John informed the little Wilson lawyer at the police station. The police department met, and then called the TV station and the Los Angeles Times one after another.

Some things can be thought of and discussed in private, but if you speak out publicly, you must pay a price! (To be continued..) ()