The motorcycle weaved nimbly through the streets of Los Angeles. The rider was Daisy, who, over the past month, had put her interest in movies aside. She visited the gun club every other day and incorporated daily fitness routines. Additionally, she familiarized herself with Los Angeles's streets and set up secret hiding and escape points.
Daisy was a native of Los Angeles and knew the city well.
Watching the fast-moving car ahead, Daisy accelerated her motorcycle. Through the windshield of her black helmet, she clearly saw the license plate.
She had seen this license plate countless times and was confident she wouldn't lose it.
The car in front turned onto Hollywood Boulevard, and Daisy followed.
She was dressed in black riding gear, which looked unusually bulky due to the double layers of Kevlar body armor underneath. With her tall figure, she could easily be mistaken for a man.
The sides of the motorcycle were modified, each holding a long, rectangular bag within easy reach.
Originally, Daisy had imagined herself transforming perfectly into the magician from "Dark City," strutting down the street boldly. But she quickly dismissed that idea, recognizing that reality was not a movie.
In the end, she opted for a certain level of disguise and a detailed plan.
Becoming a real-life magician wasn't difficult. "Dark City" merchandise included the magician's magic balls, which were selling phenomenally. With fans purchasing them daily, tracking their flow was impossible. Just leaving these iconic magic balls would declare the magician's presence in this world.
Daisy knew she intended to bring chaos to the world, not to be easily caught by the police.
Keeping a safe distance, she followed the car as it slowed down and entered the Hollywood Walk of Fame. Daisy also slowed down, maintaining a certain distance, and followed it into the area.
One car and one motorcycle, one after the other, soon arrived near the TCL Chinese Theatre.
"Is he going to the TCL Chinese Theatre?" Daisy noticed the car looking for a parking spot. She found a place to observe and confirmed the destination was likely the Chinese Theatre. She started her motorcycle again, circled around, and parked on the left front side of the theatre.
She didn't get off the bike, first observing the car parking and then surveying her surroundings.
The area in front of the Chinese Theatre was a small plaza. Perhaps because it wasn't a weekend, there weren't many people. Daisy's position was perfect for observing both the car and the theatre entrance.
If the man in the red baseball cap wasn't going to the theatre, she could adjust her actions accordingly.
Her only worry was the police potentially coming by, as her way of parking violated road regulations.
However, Daisy looked around and saw no patrol cars nearby.
She didn't plan to dismount; what she needed to do would only take a short time. She also needed to maintain high mobility for a quick escape.
Daisy thought about the hidden spots she had prepared in advance. The nearest one was just a ten-minute ride away.
That area was one of Los Angeles's most chaotic black communities, an area so neglected by the government that the police rarely patrolled, and no one invested in surveillance there. It was the hidden side of the City of Angels, a perfect place to disappear.
She was a smart girl, and her faith lay in the meticulous magician.
After finally finding a parking spot opposite the Chinese Theatre, the man in the red baseball cap struggled with his car, getting frustrated and sweaty, his previous good mood turning sour as sweat rolled down his forehead.
"Damn it!" he muttered as he got out of the car, "Who designed these parking spots? They should be thrown into the Pacific to feed the fish!"
Despite the heat, he kept his cap on as if it were an inseparable part of him.
Although parked on the opposite side of the street, Daisy's eyes remained fixed on the bright red baseball cap. Her hand instinctively reached down to the protrusion in the black bag on her left, her gaze sharpening.
The man didn't immediately cross the street but walked along the sidewalk of the Walk of Fame, lined with terrazzo and brass stars, each representing a famous Hollywood personality.
"Why haven't I heard of Murphy Stanton having a star on the Walk of Fame?" he wondered, scratching the back of his neck.
Surrounded by passersby, he proceeded leisurely, occasionally stopping to step on the stars.
"What Hollywood superstar." He felt smug, "What celebrities, what art masters, aren't they all under my feet?"
His behavior drew glances but didn't shock anyone—such antics were common on the Walk of Fame.
Daisy's face, hidden under her helmet, watched the red baseball cap move closer to the Chinese Theatre.
The man finally reached the front of the theatre, lifted his head to look at the mismatched architecture, and took out his phone to snap a photo.
It was his first time seeing a movie at the Chinese Theatre.
After taking a few pictures, he tried to take selfies but wasn't satisfied with the results. Without a selfie stick, it was hard to get the background right. He saw a short-haired black man walking by and called out to him.
"Hey, buddy!"
The man stopped and looked at him, puzzled. "Do I know you?"
"Hi, sorry to bother you," the red baseball cap gestured to his phone and the theatre's archway behind him, "Could you take a picture of me with the Chinese Theatre in the background?"
"Are you posting on Twitter or Facebook?" the black man asked.
The red baseball cap was a bit impatient but remained calm, "Twitter, in a bit."
"Give me the phone," the black man took the phone, motioning for him to stand in front of the theatre, and stepped back, "Do you want a half-body or full-body shot?"
"So much chatter!" the red baseball cap grumbled quietly, then loudly said, "One of each!"
The black man took the phone, aimed at the red baseball cap and the theatre's entrance, and pressed the shutter button…
Just fifty feet away, Daisy watched the bright red cap, her mind adding a red "X" over it. She moved quickly.
She ensured the motorcycle was ready for a quick getaway, then unzipped the left side bag, revealing a net containing colorful magic balls, each marked with letters.
Daisy had prepared these specially. The letters on the magic balls formed her declaration: "I am the agent of chaos!"
If she was going to act, she had to leave a mark to create societal fear and chaos.
She checked her left side, where a Glock pistol was concealed under her clothes, loaded and ready.
Finally, she unzipped the right side bag and gripped the stock of the AR-15 assault rifle.
Across from her, the short-haired black man handed the phone back after taking the photos, chatting with the red baseball cap.
Daisy didn't care what they were discussing.
The red baseball cap was standing still, with no pedestrians obstructing her view. It was the perfect moment!
Without hesitation, Daisy raised the dark-colored AR-15. Following the instructions from her gun club coach, she assumed a precise shooting stance, aiming the rifle squarely at the red baseball cap.
Knowing her marksmanship wasn't perfect, she planned to empty the magazine.
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