America achieves both fame and fortune

Chapter 237 Bachelor Party

The crew filmed for three consecutive days, and Martin and Leonardo were in top form, which amazed Scorsese. Even Nicholson, that old rascal, didn't play any pranks on set, as if he was saving up his energy for something big.

Early Saturday morning, the rested trio arrived at Long Island Pier.

Leonardo DiCaprio has enough influence to rent Steven Spielberg's yacht to host this bachelor party.

A total of twelve female models attended Heidi Klum's bachelorette party.

When Martin and his two companions boarded the yacht, the women had already gone into the second-floor cabin to change their clothes.

The yacht sounded its horn and headed out to sea.

The old bastard took off his sunglasses, glanced at the sun that had just risen above the sea, and said, "The end of the world has arrived!"

Leonardo DiCaprio said, "Martin, it's such a waste that you're not making films in the San Gabriel Valley."

Martin laughed out loud: "Guys, get ready for the end of the world!"

The three men took out realistic soft resin handcuffs and handcuffed themselves behind their backs.

The handcuffs are just props; you can break free with a little more effort.

This is part of the party.

Today's party is mainly for revelry, not for filming a movie, so Martin only set the background and the general roles for each person. The rest is up to each person to improvise. Making it too complicated would be less fun.

The background is the end of the world.

A virus has swept across the world, killing countless women. Only a small number of women survived, becoming stronger under its influence. All men have their sexual abilities enhanced, but this leads to a rapid accumulation of folly, eventually causing them to explode and die. Self-inflicted harm will also result in death; only by finding a woman who has been enhanced can they survive.

Countless men died as a result, because reproduction was at stake, and the few survivors became a strategic resource that women fought over.

Decades later, Heidi, the famous Queen of North America, celebrated her thirtieth birthday. Her loyal subordinates found the only three men left in North America as a birthday gift for her.

The hatch was suddenly opened from the outside, and six women in tight-fitting uniforms walked in.

"Take them to see the Queen!" Angela Lindvor led the way.

With a flick of her wrist, she exchanged a knowing glance with KK, then automatically moved behind Martin and escorted him out of the cabin to the second floor.

On the second floor of the ship's cabin, Heidi sat on the throne in the hall, holding an electronic inspection device that looked like an oversized magnifying glass.

Martin and his two companions were brought in and lined up in the center of the hall.

All the models gathered here, their uniforms covering them completely, yet the tight-fitting design accentuated their perfect figures.

"Man!" Heidi stood up.

Naomi stopped her: "Your Majesty, be careful. Check first, be careful they don't explode."

Heidi handed the electronic scanner to Ambrose, who strode over to Martin and the other two.

She placed the electronic device in front of Martin, and the red light flashed slowly, followed by a piercing alarm, though not very fast.

"His energy is gathering; he's already at level two danger." Ambrosio grabbed out, her mouth agape in shock: "He's...he's about to explode..."

Queen Heidi waved her hand: "Release the energy immediately! We can't let him explode!"

Angela Lindvor and KK had been waiting. They forcefully pushed Martin to one side of the hall, held him down, and began to disarm him completely.

Ambrosio couldn't stand it any longer. She shoved the electronic scanner into Naomi's hand and said seriously, "My sisters are facing the greatest threat in the world. I can't let them bear it alone. I must go and help them. This is your responsibility!"

She ran after them, shouting, "KK, Angie, don't worry, I'm here to help!"

The other models glanced at Martin and secretly cursed Ambrosio for being shameless.

But the love of three people was already crowded, and adding Ambrosio made it even more full, so anyone else could only watch.

Naomi placed the detector in front of Nicholson; the red light flashed rapidly, and the alarm sounded for a long time.

Heidi took a few steps forward and said, "Oh no, he's almost there. We have to use special measures."

The old bastard thought to himself, "What special measures? I get preferential treatment?!"

But the game was interesting, and he cooperated by not saying a word, letting Naomi and Miranda Kerr blindfold him and lead him to the back of the hall.

Naomi forcefully tore open a piece of cloth, revealing a cross as tall as a person, and skillfully tied the old bastard to the cross.

Then, Miranda Kerr pushed in a cart full of tools.

The old bastard sensed something was wrong and shouted, "Let me go! Let me see! What are you doing?"

Naomi got into character: "Don't make a sound, we're saving you. You'll die if you don't cooperate."

The old bastard couldn't see anything. He opened his mouth, about to speak, when something was stuffed into his mouth and wrapped around his head, leaving him only able to whimper.

Following the same pattern, Leonardo was pushed to the other side of the ship's main hall by Bar Refaeli and Julia Stiegler.

"The end of the world is coming. Once the last three men die, humanity will be wiped out!"

This was Heidi Klum's bachelorette party, so she was fully engaged: "We are humanity's last hope, save them!"

Heidi unfastened her cape, letting it fall to the ground. She swayed her sexy figure and strode forward, carefully examining the three party favors.

Nicholson is old and fat.

Leonardo DiCaprio also has a wide face and a plump body, and his flesh is loose.

Martin Davis is sunny and handsome, with near-perfect muscle definition, and the ability to destroy the world.

Heidi chooses to save people, and in doing so, saves the world.

Saving the world inevitably requires a great deal of sacrifice.

The result was disastrous. When Martin woke up the next morning, Leonardo was still unconscious and could not be woken up.

The old bastard wasn't much better off; he was pale, exhausted, and had huge dark circles under his eyes. He was tied up and taken advantage of by Naomi.

Poor Martin has to face more than a dozen enemies all by himself!

It was still the main hall of the second-floor cabin, but the seats at the very front had been removed and replaced with shelves. On the shelves was a drum, but the drum did not come with drumsticks.

Led by Heidi, all the supermodels sat in a circle.

They were all wearing tall boots and slim-fit jeans, highlighting their figures and long legs.

Martin walked on, saying as he went, "On the way back, strip Leo and that old bastard naked and tie them to the bow of the ship so they can get some fresh air!"

Doutzen Kroos said, "Throw them into the sea to feed the fish!"

Martin strode up to the drum: "We'll have to wait until they wake up, so they know exactly where they're going into the fish's belly."

Heidi had a blast yesterday. The supermodel, who is about to get married, is going wild and is really looking forward to today's party: "Martin, let's get started on the theme for day two."

Martin opened his bag, took out a pink water bottle, and tossed it to Heidi Klum: "Today's theme is 'Passing the Parcel.' I'll beat this drum, and the water bottle will be passed from Heidi to the left. When the drum stops, whoever has the water bottle goes on stage and can choose anyone, including me, to cooperate and showcase a special talent."

Angela Lindwall asked, "Talents like singing and dancing?"

Martin countered, "The party we're throwing for Heidi is a wild party; do you think singing and dancing are appropriate?"

Everyone burst into laughter.

Isabel laughed and said, "In that case, it's not appropriate for you to tap the drum with your hands, is it?"

"Yes, you can't use your hands!"

"And we don't need drumsticks!"

Carolina suddenly stood up and walked over to Martin: "I think a drumstick would be perfect."

Before a few slow-thinking people could even figure it out, Carolina had already provided Martin with the right drumsticks.

After she wiped her mouth and sat back down, Heidi called out, "Let's begin."

The drumbeats began, and the pink water bottle was passed around until the drumming stopped, at which point it came to rest in Adriana's hands.

She put down the kettle, walked confidently onto the stage, and said, "A few years ago, when I was walking the runway in Europe, I learned a few tricks. Martin, I need you to help me out."

With Martin's help, she performed a 360-degree split and a rapid spin.

Applause and cheers immediately filled the hall.

Martin continued as the drummer.

This game truly broadened his horizons; the angels not only loved to play and knew how to play, but each of them also had unique skills.

It can only be said that to break into the top of the fiercely competitive and chaotic modeling industry, both innate talent and acquired skills are indispensable.

In the end, Martin met a tragic end, being overwhelmed by sheer numbers.

Leonardo and that old bastard slept until the afternoon before waking up.

Although Martin's steps were unsteady, he appeared to be perfectly fine. He led his female guards into the two men's room and dragged them out.

In the hall, Leonardo and the old bastard sat on the floor as Martin swaggered past them, told the angels about the bet, and asked, "Based on your personal experience, who among the three of us is the strongest?"

Led by Heidi, a dozen or so people shouted in unison, "Martin Davis is the strongest!"

Martin raised a middle finger to both Leonardo and the old bastard: "Are you convinced? Do you admit defeat?"

The old bastard didn't want to admit it: "I'm just getting old..."

Martin gestured, and Bar Refaeli, Miranda Kerr, and Doutzen Kroos stepped forward to deal with Nicholson.

Old Jack immediately admitted defeat: "I lost."

"And you, Leo?" Martin taunted directly: "11-second man."

Heidi and the others all laughed: "Yes, 11 seconds..."

Leonardo pointed at Martin and shouted, "I can admit defeat, but you can't slander me!"

Ambrosio asked, "Tie them to the bow of the ship?"

"Let them go." Martin was a good man after all; he couldn't bear to see people suffer. These two guys were clearly weak, and it wouldn't be good for them to get sick from the sea breeze.

He acted as if he had been elevated to king: "We'll eat dinner while they watch!"

(End of this chapter)