America achieves both fame and fortune

Chapter 131 The Most Powerful Fighter

Inside the studio, Martin, covered in blood, emerged from behind a wrecked car, jumped up, stepped on the hood, and swung a baseball bat down on it.

On the other side of the car, the head of a prop mannequin wearing a wig was smashed, and the tomato sauce inside exploded.

Red liquid fell on Martin and onto nearby cars.

Martin landed steadily, kicked the dummy, and like a super psychopath, swung the stick and hit the dummy's head twice more.

Finish them off in time, absolutely do not give the psychopath a chance to get back up.

Aja and Craven were also tired of the typical American horror movie trope where the main characters were two-faced and never managed to take down the villain in one go.

Martin's chest heaved rapidly as he walked towards a house, carrying his baseball bat in one hand, wiping the red liquid from his face with his arm as he went.

He looked like a warrior with his face painted.

"Stop! That's a good take!" Aja shouted. He couldn't help but praise, "Martin, you did a fantastic job!"

Martin stopped and stood still.

Aja, this Frenchman, was brimming with romanticism, and shouted, "Martin Davis, unleash the beast within you!"

Martin, already out of character, replied with a laugh, "Then everyone on the set is in danger."

Action director Walter chimed in, "What, you want to kill us all?"

Martin pondered, "Why do I think this is a good idea?"

Walter gave him the middle finger: "Because you're a complete freak."

Martin said seriously, "That way, no one will be able to steal the beautiful girl next door from me."

Walter laughed: "Sorry, buddy, the pretty girl next door has been taken by the toughest guy in the crew."

Martin said in a serious tone, "That's right, I'm the best fighter in the crew!"

The others chimed in, "Yeah, Martin's the best fighter. Walter, you're good with words, but not as good as Martin when it comes to fighting."

Walter was unable to refute this; he was much shorter and smaller than Martin.

Ah-Jia then reminded him, "Alright, let's move on to the next scene."

Martin arrived at the rest area, and the makeup artist immediately came over to touch up his makeup.

A production assistant ran over from the studio entrance and whispered a few words in A-Jia's ear. A-Jia nodded slightly, indicating that the assistant should relay the message, and continued with his work.

Craven entered through the door with five or six people, but did not approach the film set; they watched from a distance.

Martin glanced around and recognized the crew members from the neighboring film crew.

He saw director Ken Krapis, producer Brad Irisman, and blonde actress Blake Lively.

The rest were unfamiliar faces.

Martin ignored them and went back onto the set.

His face, head, and body were covered in blood, like a demon from hell, coming to reap the lives of the world.

In front of the camera, Martin smashed another dummy's head, picked up a rusty knife from the ground, hid behind a house, and waited for another deranged demon to pass by. He then suddenly appeared, strangled the demon, and the prop knife pierced the stuntman's chest and abdomen, causing the fake blood bag to gush blood.

Finishing blow!

He pulled out his knife and stabbed repeatedly.

Blood gushed out like a fountain.

Aja called for a halt again, praising, "Martin, well done, you're a born killer."

Martin turned around, picked up the blood-stained baseball bat with one hand, and gripped the realistic-looking knife tightly with the other. His blood-stained face suddenly grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth.

This image is like a deranged serial killer, or the most evil version of the Joker from DC Comics, sending chills down your spine.

A-Jia slammed the megaphone in his hand onto the director's chair.

From a distance, Ken Kappis asked, "Is that Martin Davis? The difference in appearance and demeanor is too great."

Craven said, "He's a great actor and can handle a lot of different types of roles."

Blake chimed in, "I know him, I've even spoken to him. If Uncle Carpis hadn't told me, I wouldn't have believed this was Martin."

She had met Martin a few times and even spoken to him in the lobby of WMA. She felt that Martin was a sunny and handsome man, kind and gentle, and had a pleasant voice.

In short, it looks good.

The contrast between her current image and demeanor is too great.

Kapis said, "In my production, he plays a completely different role."

After today's filming wrapped up, Martin went to the dressing room to shower and change.

When he came out, Bruce, who was waiting at the door, said, "They're discussing something and want you to come over and chat for a bit."

Martin saw the people sitting in the rest area and went over to greet them one by one.

Looking at Martin, who was dressed in ordinary clothes, Kapis smiled and said, "This is what a sunny and handsome football coach should be like."

Martin pulled out a chair and sat down, saying, "I belong to the sunlight; darkness is the character's setting."

Aja and Craven burst into laughter.

Kapis steered the conversation to the point: "Is the ending of your film similar to the revenge plot of 'I Spit on Your Grave'?"

A-Jia said, "Yes, that group of psychopathic killers almost wiped out the protagonist's family and kidnapped his child. The protagonist wants revenge and to save his child. His burning flames of revenge will burn all the psychopaths to ashes."

"That sounds interesting," Kapis said.

"Strictly speaking, this is a horror-action film." Craven and Aja were somewhat influenced by Martin during the creative process: "The oppressive atmosphere in the first half of the film is all preparation for the explosion later on, and the protagonist will also use slaughter to complete his revenge."

Martin added, "Purely commercial action."

"This might offer a fresh perspective, moving beyond the old formula of monsters slaughtering normal people," said Brad, the producer of the jeans.

Craven, the godfather of modern horror films, said: "Normal people have been tortured and killed in splatter movies for too long. It's time for a satisfying counterattack. In movies like Scream and Wrong Turn, the human counterattack seems powerless, and they always manage to survive by sheer luck."

After chatting about the movie for a while, Martin Chong gave A-Jia a meaningful look.

The unspoken understanding between these old lechers was unquestionable. A-Jia automatically changed the subject: "Ken, Brad, it's fate that our two film crews are right next to each other. I have a suggestion: how about we have a get-together party this weekend?"

Hollywood is all about parties, and producer Brad readily agreed: "No problem, we'll throw a beach party."

Craven nodded repeatedly: "That's good, those who like it can even take a swim in the sea."

Sure enough, the perverts were 100% in sync.

The neighboring company is preparing to film a football training camp, and at least dozens of young actresses will be there.

The old lecher has moved his base, preparing to discuss how to make the party a resounding success on the beach.

Blake followed quietly behind, glancing at Martin with his hands in his pockets. The more evil and ruthless he looked in the movies, the more sunny and handsome he was now.

The setting sun cast its last rays upon him, making him seem to glow.

Young Blake, as if seeing Jack on the large ship, quietly approached Martin and said, "Hello, Martin, I'm Blake. Do you remember me? We've met a few times at WMA."

Martin replied casually, "Of course I remember, you asked me about the audition results."

Blake found a topic to talk about and said, "My brother Eric auditioned for the same role as you, but was rejected by the director. He was unwilling to give up and kept asking for clarification, so I had no choice but to ask you."

Martin said, "I didn't get that role either."

Blake understood why and praised, "That shows you're a person of principle."

Martin turned to look at her: "Yes, although I am an actor, I have principles and bottom lines."

Soft light shone on Martin's profile, and Blake, a sucker for good looks, couldn't look away, muttering to himself, "You're so handsome!"

She was the captain of the cheerleading squad at school and was bold enough to say, "Martin, I've never met anyone as good-looking as you before."

"Thank you," Martin said politely. "You're a beautiful woman too."

Blake spoke to Martin in a low voice; she wasn't just a looks-obsessed person, she was also quite shrewd.

The old perverts have decided that the two film crews will team up this weekend to throw a big swimsuit party.

The expenses are split equally, with each production crew paying half.

Martin then declined Blake's invitation and returned to the hotel to make a video call with Louise and Kelly.

During the conversation, Kelly mentioned that there had been no news about the package that was mailed back to Atlanta.

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After summer vacation, Lily Carter, who went to a nearby city with her brother Harris to sell stars, finally returned to the Clayton neighborhood.

Nani, who runs a shop at the entrance, called Lily over again and told her there was a package.

Lily took the package home, glanced at the mailing address, and saw it was from that idiot Martin again.

Sitting on the sofa, I took out a utility knife and opened the box; inside was a set of exquisite carving tools.

"That idiot was happy with the gift I gave him?" Lily thought naturally. "So, he specially gave me a set of carving tools?"

Lily still had the bison horn, so she ran to the storage room to find it, stretched her wrists and fingers, and prepared to try out the new tool.

Lily made several new toys, confident that she could make them exquisite.

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Mike Vogel, from the movie "The Jeans," is doing strength training in the hotel gym.

After the script meeting and all the rehearsals, he will travel to Greece with the crew.

A production assistant from the film crew came over.

Vogel walked towards a secluded spot, and once the others caught up, he asked, "Rick, how's the investigation going?"

Rick said, "The crew next door is filming normally. Martin Davis is the male lead. This afternoon, the director, producer, and Blake, among others, went to visit the set next door."

Vogel sat down in the rest area: "What's so special about it?"

Rick gathered a lot of information: "I asked my colleagues next door, and Martin is filming an action scene. This afternoon, many people praised him as the best fighter on set."

Upon hearing the last sentence, Vogel raised an eyebrow: "The best fighter?"

Rick said, "That's right. Many people in the other crew have heard it more than once: when Martin gets excited or has had a few drinks, he'll boast that he's the best fighter and the number one guy in Atlanta."

Vogel analyzed, "A small person gets lucky, lands a few auditions, starts to become arrogant, and gets easily carried away when excited?"

Rick added, "We're teaming up with the neighbors next door for a party this weekend, a beach swimsuit party."

Chapter Two will be a little later.

(End of this chapter)