1994: I Became a Literary Master in America

Chapter 139 Gunshots Ring Out

Chapter 141 Gunshots Ring Out (Part 4)

"Who's making noise outside?"

Xu Shengjie's face fell.

Although the recording studio wasn't his property, he had a good relationship with Manken and didn't want anyone causing trouble there.

He got up and started to walk out, but Tupac stopped him.

"They're looking for me; I can handle it."

"This is Manken's recording studio, Amaru."

Xu Shengjie stared at him and said.

"I know, I'll handle it, trust me."

OK!

Tupac's attitude was firm, and Xu Shengjie could no longer insist.

As the two walked out of the office, they saw several Black men trying to force their way into the recording studio's reception area, while studio staff were trying to stop them. It was almost ten o'clock; the studio staff should have been off work long ago.

However, Tupac's work was not yet finished, and he offered generous overtime pay, so the staff did not complain.

There were only three people: two receptionists and one security guard.

The two receptionists were women, and they were now hiding behind the counter in fear.

The security guard was a white man in his early fifties. Although he was trying his best to stop the other party, it was obvious that he was about to collapse.

Fortunately, the Tupac team stepped in.

Rabbit Teeth and three black men from Los Angeles blocked each other's way, exchanging heated insults in West Coast slang.

The leader, a Black man, was very tall, about 190 centimeters.

With his broad shoulders and thick waist, he resembled the physique of Shaquille O'Neal in the twilight of his career.

He was bald, wearing a black knitted hat, a leather jacket over a T-shirt, and a gold chain about the thickness of a thumb around his neck.

He saw Tupac and immediately became very excited.

"Tupac, you son of a bitch, I treated you like a brother."

You should be glad Puff said he wanted to have a one-on-one battle with you, otherwise I would have given you a piece of my mind today.

You bastard, I won't let you get away with this.

"BIG, let me explain, I—"

"Shut up, you bastard. We'll settle this tomorrow night at 8 PM in Bed-Stuy."

Big Guy, or BIG, the infamous Mr.

Xu Shengjie didn't know much about him, just as he didn't know much about Tupac.

I'm referring to their experiences and deeds.

I know a bit more about Tupac because Eminem made a documentary called "Tupac" after he became famous. I also learned about BIG from that documentary, but I really don't know much more.

The big guy looked furious and waved his arms at Tupac.

Tupac tried his best to ease the tension and calm BIG down.

It's clear that BIG's visit this time was merely a declaration of war, with no further plans.

The two spoke at a rapid pace, with a strange rhythm and cadence, which felt a bit like a battle.

Old Hei's musical talent is undeniable.

Give them a campfire, some wine and meat, and even just a few ironwood blocks, and they can create a great rhythm and have fun all night long.

Xu Shengjie's gaze swept over the people behind BIG.

Just then, a sound came from the elevator in the distance, followed by the elevator doors opening.

A skinny, monkey-like old black man walked out of the elevator, his hands in his pockets, and headed towards the recording studio.

Neither Tupac nor BIG noticed and continued arguing with each other.

Xu Shengjie noticed that Rabbit Teeth, who had been blocking Tupac's path, suddenly took a step back, revealing Tupac's body. At the same time, the short, thin black man suddenly sped up and ran over, pulling a Glock pistol from his pocket as he ran.

"Tupac!"

"Amaru, be careful."

"6

The moment the short, thin black man rushed towards him, Xu Shengjie felt his hair stand on end.

He suddenly shoved away Rabbit Tooth, who was blocking his way, with a bit too much force, causing Rabbit Tooth to stumble and take two steps forward.

At that very moment, gunshots rang out in the previously noisy recording studio.

Rabbit Teeth had already vacated the shooting area, but after Xu Shengjie pushed him, he ended up blocking Tupac's path again.

A gunshot rang out, and a flower of blood bloomed from Rabbit Teeth's chest.

In an instant, the black people who had been gathered together scattered and fled.

Tupac grabbed BIG and pulled him into the recording studio.

After the short, thin black man shot Rabbit Tooth, he was visibly stunned for a moment, but then a fierce look appeared in his eyes. He turned the gun around and aimed it at Tupac again, preparing to pull the trigger. It was at this moment that Xu Shengjie pounced on him.

He was very fast; he bent down, rushed forward, and slammed the short, thin black man to the ground.

Then he grabbed the hand holding the gun, applied an armbar, and pinned him firmly to the ground.

"Amaru, come and help."

"Annie, call the police!"

Amaru reacted quickly, rushing forward, kicking away the pistol that had fallen to the ground, then pinning the short, thin black man down and punching him repeatedly. At this moment, his three Los Angeles henchmen also rushed over, surrounding the black man and punching and kicking him.

The ability to win when things are going well is also a racial talent.

Inside the recording studio, receptionist Annie had already picked up the phone.

"Harry, what's the emergency number?"

"911, 911!"

Harry, the white security guard, also regained consciousness at this point.

He pulled a shotgun directly from behind the counter and aimed it at BIG and the others.

"Don't move, or I'll shoot!"

BIG was also stunned at this point.

A bewildered expression appeared on that honest, round face.

He immediately raised his hands and shouted, "I won't move, I won't move, don't shoot!"

Harry was an older white man, dressed in a security uniform, who at first glance looked a bit like a policeman.

Don't think he was just talking casually; he really dared to fire a gun, especially against several black people, which could easily trigger his talent.

"Stop hitting him! Stop hitting him!"

Tupac stopped his underlings and helped Xu Shengjie up.

As for the gunman, he was now covered in blood and lying motionless on the ground.

"Bro, I owe you one."

Xu Shengjie had recovered by then. He took two steps back, leaned against the wall, and slid to the ground.

Do you have any cigarettes?

A young man from Los Angeles quickly pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

Xu Shengjie glanced at him, then at the cigarette pack in his hand.

Tupac immediately understood and took out a box of Marlboro cigarettes from his pocket and handed it to Xu Shengjie.

Heaven knows how much stuff was in that cigarette the underling had—anyway, Xu Shengjie never accepted cigarettes from strangers when he was out.

He lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.

Then he pointed to Rabbit Tooth lying in a pool of blood, "Amaru, there's something wrong with this little brother of yours. You'd better investigate him later."

"what?"

"When the gunman came over, he deliberately took a step back, exposing you."

If I hadn't pushed him, the gunman's shot would probably have knocked you out—what kind of thugs did you hire?

"6

Tupac was stunned!

Quad Recording Studios is located in Midtown, adjacent to the business district.

This area is patrolled by police 24 hours a day.

The police arrived in less than five minutes after receiving the emergency call.

Subsequently, Xu Shengjie, Tupac, BIG, along with receptionists Annie, Michelle, and security guard Harry, were also taken to Police Plaza, the headquarters of the New York Police Department.

Midtown does not have an independent precinct; instead, it is directly under the jurisdiction of the New York Police Department.

Rabbit Teeth and the gunman were taken to the hospital.

Xu Shengjie sat on a chair inside the iron cage, looking at Tupac who was bowing his head and remaining silent.

In the iron cage next door, BIG and others were imprisoned.

"Director Jeffrey, are we alright?"

"What could possibly happen? We're all victims—don't worry, I've already notified Manken and my lawyer, it'll be over soon—"

"Go out."

"That scared me to death!"

Annie patted the towering bear, pressing close to Xu Shengjie.

Michelle and Harry sat on the other side, looking at Anne's appearance. After exchanging a glance, they silently cursed in their hearts: Bitch!

"BIG!"

Tupac called out to BIG next door through the iron fence.

"Do you really want me dead?"

"I'm not him, that guy has nothing to do with me. I'm here today to tell you that we'll have a battle tomorrow too."

"The whole thing with Firth was a misunderstanding."

"Shut up!"

"I know you're angry, but I still have to say it—the day Faith came to me, he wanted to talk to me about you and Lil."

Actually, you should know that I'm not that familiar with her.

I----"

"Tupac, I'll tell you to shut up."

But Tupac seemed not to hear a word, and ignored the enraged BIG, shouting, "I can hold my liquor, at least half a bottle of whiskey won't get me down. But now that I think about it, I only had three drinks that night, three drinks."

And then I knew nothing more.

When I woke up, Firth was beside me, but I had no recollection of him at all.

"You little brat, I told you, shut up!"

BIG roared in fury.

That honest-looking face now appeared exceptionally ferocious.

"Amaru, after you get out, go back to Los Angeles."

Xu Shengjie suddenly spoke.

"This is a trap set by Puff. If you stay here any longer, you'll be in endless trouble."

This has nothing to do with saving face or courage. Knowing someone is setting a trap and still jumping in isn't courage, it's fucking stupidity. Once you're out, buy a plane ticket and immediately go back to Los Angeles so Reed and Puff can talk.

All you need to do is sing well, live well, and take good care of Afenny.

"I----"

"If you don't listen to me, don't fucking come looking for me again."

Tupac lowered his head and remained silent.