The scorching summer sun of Los Angeles made ordinary people want to strip off all their clothes. Daisy's out-of-season attire was already attracting attention, and when she drew out an assault rifle, she immediately caught the eye of many, some of whom screamed in shock.
Though it wasn't a weekend, the area in front of the TCL Chinese Theatre was still bustling. When the sharp screams erupted, people instinctively turned towards the source of the noise.
Many saw a tall, bulky figure on a black motorcycle, holding a similarly black assault rifle, aiming it at the crowd.
More screams followed...
The man in the red baseball cap and the short-haired black man turned and saw the black muzzle aimed directly at them.
Despite being a novice, Daisy's continuous practice over the past two months had made her hand remarkably steady. The AR-15's sight was locked onto the larger chest and abdomen area of the man in the red baseball cap.
Seeing the red baseball cap turn towards her, his face widening in shock, Daisy pulled the trigger without hesitation.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
Gunshots rang out instantly, and Daisy saw blood flowers bloom, like fireworks.
The area in front of the TCL Chinese Theatre descended into chaos. The man in the red baseball cap's face was covered in blood, and as he turned to the side, he saw that the short-haired black man's chest had two gaping holes, with bright red blood gushing out like a fountain.
"Aaah..."
A piercing scream came from someone behind the black man, indicating that more people had been hit.
The short-haired black man's eyes bulged, and he fell back, lifeless.
The man in the red baseball cap was completely stunned by the sudden turn of events, frozen in place, unsure of what to do.
"Fuck!"
Seeing that all four of her shots had missed the main target, Daisy cursed under her breath, adjusted her aim slightly, and pulled the trigger again.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
The sharp gunshots echoed once more. The man in the red baseball cap, turning back towards her, saw the muzzle flash, then felt his body go numb. Blood flowers burst in front of his eyes, more splendid than Independence Day fireworks, the most beautiful flowers he had ever seen.
He fell backwards like the black man before him, hitting the terrazzo pavement. The hot blood quickly dyed several nearby stars golden red.
The area around the TCL Chinese Theatre turned into utter pandemonium. Daisy saw her target fall but didn't lower her rifle. She knew that to create more chaos and instill fear in the city, she needed to do more.
Looking at the panicked crowd in front of the Chinese Theatre, Daisy steadied her rifle and pulled the trigger again, emptying the magazine as quickly as she could control.
Blood bloomed in the crowd, and screams erupted from the theatre's entrance. Even Daisy, the perpetrator, couldn't see how many people were hit.
But she felt no sympathy or remorse; she knew this was necessary to achieve her ideals and beliefs.
In just half a minute, chaos erupted in front of the Chinese Theatre. No one could react so quickly. Daisy retracted her rifle swiftly, revved her motorcycle, and glanced at the theatre's plaza, now a hellish scene.
Seeing this filled her with a sense of satisfaction. If she didn't need to leave quickly, she would have moaned in pleasure.
With her right hand on the handlebar and the throttle almost fully open, the motorcycle sped away like a black lightning bolt, racing down the Walk of Fame and turning into a narrow alley.
She slowed down slightly, following her preplanned escape route through alleys known only to locals, heading to her designated hiding spot.
The alleyways had no government-installed surveillance, and many were blind spots.
Daisy, who had planned meticulously, knew even global cities like New York and Los Angeles had weak spots in their surveillance.
After nearly four minutes of fast riding, Daisy heard distant police sirens. But she was already far from the scene, approaching the slums of Los Angeles.
Though she hadn't grown up in the slums, she knew about their chaos and disorder. Turning a corner and seeing no police or other vehicles in pursuit, she entered a dilapidated open community filled with rundown apartments and a noticeably higher number of black residents.
She weaved through the complex streets, turning several times. Seeing no one around, she entered a narrow alley just wide enough for her motorcycle and parked by a neglected garbage station, reeking of filth. This area rarely saw any visitors.
Dismounting, Daisy pulled out a bulging backpack from the left side of the bike, leaving the motorcycle and empty rifle behind. She stashed her helmet in the backpack, revealing a face that, with its eerie beauty, could be mistaken for a drag queen's. Her short blonde hair was hidden under a tight-fitting cap.
She donned a black wig, put her gloves in the backpack, and quickly left the garbage station.
Leaving the black neighborhood, she entered a nearby makeshift mall, changed into shorts and a T-shirt she had prepared, and put on another wig before exiting through the back door.
Meanwhile, two young black men arrived at the garbage station to dump their trash.
"Whose motorcycle is this?"
One of them noticed the bike from afar. "Why is it dumped here?"
"It's a common model," the other said. "Nobody would steal it off the street."
Despite his words, they quickened their pace, dumping their trash and circling the bike, discovering the assault rifle.
"It's got a gun!" the first one exclaimed excitedly.
"Keep it down, idiot!" the second one hissed, slapping him. "You want others to come and take it?"
They stashed the rifle back in the bag, "Alright! We've got a gun!"
"Too bad it's not an AK," the first one lamented. "AKs are better."
The second one pushed the bike away, "Remember, don't tell anyone!"
"Yeah, yeah!" the first one nodded vigorously. "I'm not stupid, why would I tell anyone?"
They pushed the motorcycle away, delighted with their find, hiding it and the rifle in the second man's basement storage.
Meanwhile, Daisy, having reached a predetermined spot, changed her wig and shoes, and blended into several crowded, surveillance-free areas, changing her appearance repeatedly before finally taking an old, digital-device-free tram.
She changed transport several times, using different wigs, clothes, and disguises, before walking back to her suburban home through a rarely used path.
Daisy knew that in today's world, completely evading the police was difficult, so she had to be extra cautious.
She had already made plans with several members of her IMDb discussion group to hold a nominal gathering at her house today. As the group's leader for years, Daisy had substantial influence and had developed loyal followers. Although these people wouldn't knowingly participate in her schemes, they had been primed to play a part in a planned alibi.
These friends, much like many rebellious youth today, didn't hold much regard for the police. Even if they knew something, they might not tell the police.
Arriving near her suburban home, Daisy carefully observed the surroundings and, seeing nothing unusual, entered through the backyard gate. The guests had already left as planned. Daisy went to the basement, unlocked the large mechanical lock, and walked in, smiling at the large framed picture of the magician.
"Magician, your movie ideals," she said with a twisted smile, "I've brought them to reality!"
For some reason, Daisy felt like laughing. Her laughter grew louder, sharper, and more piercing...
She laughed maniacally, then walked to the storage cabinet, opened it, and placed her backpack inside. The once-empty cabinet now held two M4 assault rifles.
Unlike the old AR-15 she had discarded, which bore no traceable marks, these M4s were legally purchased and had all necessary documentation.
These M4s were shorter, lighter, and more convenient to carry than the discarded rifle.
Civilian versions of these guns were common, which was why Daisy chose them; millions of people in North America owned such firearms.
She stood in front of the storage cabinet for a long time until the maniacal smile faded from her face. Then she closed the door and left the basement.
The first target was accomplished, but this was just the beginning. Daisy's determination was unwavering.
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