My teacher is Bruce Lee, who dominated Hollywood.

Chapter 124 The Mad Jade Shattering

Chapter 124 The Mad Jade Shattering

A few days seem to pass in the blink of an eye, as if they never happened in busy Hollywood.

The 45th Academy Awards ceremony took place as scheduled.

On Sunday, the City of Angels was enveloped in an almost frenzied atmosphere, with the entire city, from Sunset Boulevard to Beverly Hills, seemingly enveloped in a strong perfume scent.

In a suite on the top floor of the Sheraton Hotel, Qin Han was tidying his clothes.

He specially ordered a dark black Zhongshan suit, which perfectly blended the unique introverted nature of an Easterner with the sharpness brought by years of martial arts training.

Tonight marks Hans Pictures' true "debut" in the heart of Hollywood, and it deserves our utmost attention.

I straightened my cuffs and was about to turn around to pick up the gold-embossed invitation on the table when the system's daily intelligence update came in.

Qin Han's movements suddenly stopped.

[Today's information has been updated]

The extremist militant group "Ghost" has deployed multiple high-explosive bombs at the Dorothy Chandler Theater, intending to detonate them during the awards ceremony and create a devastating terrorist attack.

Cold sweat instantly broke out on my forehead: How could this be? Have these Japanese devils gone mad?

Weren't they here for their mentor? Why are they expanding their target to the entire Oscars venue?

Qin Han forced himself to remain calm, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looked down at the endless stream of cars below, and his brain started working at high speed: This is probably the side effect of Luo Na's news article.

Major newspapers and media outlets across the United States labeled the group of Japanese soldiers as "antisocial extremists," putting them under immense pressure.

Police, the FBI, and military police in Los Angeles have been conducting a thorough search of the entire city like the most diligent hunting dogs for the past few days.

Without the consulate's protection, they were like wild beasts trapped in an iron cage, surrounded by enemies and running out of supplies.

Rather than being shot dead by American military and police in some moldy basement, it's better to pull off a big deal that will shock the world.

What could be a better stage for their "death" than the Oscars, which gathers America's top cultural elites, political and business figures?

This is a complete act of desperation!

Call the police?

The thought had barely crossed his mind when Qin Han suppressed it—he couldn't explain the source of this information.

If you're not careful, you might even be mistaken for an accomplice of terrorists and arrested for interrogation.

Moreover, given the arrogance of Hollywood's financial giants and politicians, it's highly unlikely that they would cancel the annual grand event just because of a warning from some "unknown nobody."

We can only rely on our own strength now.

He glanced at the clock on the wall: there were less than three hours until the red carpet ceremony for the awards ceremony would begin.

Qin Han picked up the phone and dialed Fred's number first.

The phone rang for a long time before being answered. The fat man's slightly impatient voice came through: "Qin? I'm just about to leave! This damn bow tie is suffocating me. Ted's already urging us, we need to get there soon—"

"Fred, find a secluded place and listen carefully to every word I'm about to say." Qin Han's voice was extremely serious.

Fred on the other end of the phone was clearly taken aback by the tone. Qin Han heard the soft sound of a door closing: "What happened?"

"I need you to contact General Bill immediately," he said succinctly. "I want to use the Oscars as a live-fire exercise for Han's Security Company!"

"My God!" Fred gasped. "You don't think those Japanese are planning to attack the Dorothy Chandler Theatre, do you? They wouldn't dare!"

"That's why it's called a drill." Qin Han didn't dare to tell the truth directly, and continued to make up excuses: "Think about it, before the UFC press conference, is there a better simulation opportunity than this awards ceremony?"

"Get Bill to get my security team permission for off-site security checks, and assign my guys to handle the perimeter security and screening."

As for more specialized tasks, let the professionals handle them. The search and bomb disposal will be carried out by Bruno and his veterans, Qin Han thought to himself.

"You really know how to give me a hard time—but it really is an opportunity—" Fred gritted his teeth. "Alright, wait ten minutes. I can't guarantee Bill will agree. Hurry downstairs, I'll come pick you up in a bit!"

After hanging up, Qin Han immediately dialed another number.

Inside the security base of an abandoned cannery on the outskirts of the city, a piercing alarm suddenly blared throughout the entire factory area.

The thirty young Chinese men who were doing physical training stopped in unison. Bruno, like a startled lion, charged toward the communications station.

"Boss, what happened?"

"Bruno, the mission has arrived." Qin Han gave the order directly. "Target location: Dorothy Chandler Theater. Situation: An unknown number of high-explosive bombs have been planted. They must be dismantled without alerting anyone."

Bruno gasped. "A bomb? At the Oscars? Boss, is this a drill or a real operation?"

"For you and your old buddies, it's real combat; for the youngsters, it's an exercise. Got it?"

"Understood. I'll have them split into pairs and spread out around the theater as spies." Bruno immediately understood Qin Han's meaning: the bomb really existed, but they couldn't tell these greenhorns who hadn't even finished their training yet, lest something unexpected happen on the spot.

"To detonate the bomb, someone needs to be nearby using a radio detonator. Have these guys keep an eye on the Asian faces around here; once they spot the target, it's our turn!"

"We'll depart on time in ten minutes."

After hanging up the phone, Qin Han let out a long sigh. He had already played his first hand; the rest he would have to deal with later when he got there.

He turned and walked out of the room, then knocked on the door of Bruce Lee's suite.

The door was quickly pulled open.

Bruce Lee had changed into an extremely sophisticated black suit, with a black silk bow tie tied around the collar of his snow-white shirt.

Seeing Qin Han walk in, he straightened the hem of his clothes: "Ah Han, isn't it about time? I heard that tonight we'll not only see Chaplin, but also quite a few powerful figures in Hollywood. We can't be late."

Qin Han closed the door behind him, stood in front of Bruce Lee, and whispered, "Master, the plan has changed."

"What happened?"

"Those Japanese are insane. They planted bombs around the venue, trying to turn the entire Oscars ceremony into their own grave."

Qin Han did not hide anything from his master and directly revealed the terrible truth.

Bruce Lee's eyes instantly turned icy cold, without a doubt as to where his apprentice had gotten the information: "Use bombs? Against a bunch of unarmed people?"

His chest heaved slightly, filled with contempt for such despicable tactics: "These cowards, they don't even have the courage to stand before me!"

"They've been driven to the brink." Qin Han looked directly into his master's eyes. "Master, the security company's men have already set off, and General Bill will provide us with assistance."

"But—we need to cooperate. Once we get there, before we find the hidden enemy, we need to delay our entry as much as possible, and we need to be as conspicuous as possible so that the Japanese can see us."

"You're going to use us as bait?" Bruce Lee looked at Chin Han.

"That's right. If we don't enter, they'll delay the detonation, giving the security team a chance to find and defuse the bomb."

.

"However, this will put the two of us in some danger."

The two stared at each other for a long time.

Suddenly, Bruce Lee laughed: it was a laugh full of confidence and pride, as if he was not about to face a life-or-death crisis.

"Ah Han, do you remember what I taught you?" He patted his shoulder hard, "Be water, my..."

friend.

"Let's go. Since they've prepared such a grand stage for us, wouldn't it be a waste not to give them a good performance?"