America achieves both fame and fortune

Chapter 528 Real and Fake Bullets

In Los Angeles, the film crew shot almost entirely action scenes, from car chases to gunfights. The three blocks near City Hall were bustling with activity every day.

On the crowded streets of the makeshift film set, Martin drove his Cadillac through the traffic, rushed into the square, spun around, and braked, bringing the car to a beautiful drift.

He yelled at Ellen Page in the passenger seat, "Duck!"

Ellen Page crouched down, holding her head in her hands.

Gunshots rang out, and the two actors opposite fell backward.

Nolan pursued realism in his filming; during long-range shooting, the actors used blank cartridges in their guns that could generate muzzle flash.

Filming was paused. The cameraman in the back seat got out of the car, quickly grabbed a water bottle, and drank several mouthfuls of water to suppress the urge to vomit.

Martin got out of the car and handed the gun to Bruce.

This is not a prop gun, it's a real gun.

Nolan and action director Tom came over to discuss the next action scene with Martin.

When it came to filming action scenes, the two valued Martin's opinions highly.

In the distance, the Ben Affleck and Casey Affleck brothers, with their thick beards, sat in their car observing the city square.

Because of the artificial rain, only Martin and Nolan could be vaguely seen.

Cassie pulled out his binoculars and looked over there: "A bunch of people are surrounding him; he's like the center of the earth."

Ben said, "Go investigate Lily Carter. Did you find anything unusual?"

"No." Cassie shook her head repeatedly: "Revealing the background of a young artist from the slums will only enhance her reputation."

Ben still can't understand it: "It's unbelievable that Martin Davis never forced or coerced any woman."

Cassie shrugged. "He doesn't lack women."

Ben Affleck chimed in automatically, "Pete and I don't need it either."

Cassie looked slightly embarrassed and continued, "There are many rumors in the modeling industry. I've asked around carefully. It turns out that Leonardo DiCaprio was the one who introduced Martin and Nicholson to the supermodel circle. Later, those supermodels started to actively invite Martin."

He laughed helplessly: "Do you know what's going on in the Victoria's Secret supermodel circle? It's said that because of Heidi Klum and Alessandra Ambrosio's two pre-wedding parties, it has had a huge impact in their circle. Now there's a saying that if an Angel supermodel's pre-wedding bachelorette party can't invite Martin, it's a failed party."

Ben said with a hint of envy, "Even when I was at my peak, I didn't receive this kind of treatment."

Cassie said, "Maybe you don't have as much capital or skill as Martin?"

Ben glanced out the window, then suddenly held out his hand: "Give me the binoculars?"

"Who are you trying to spy on?" Cassie shoved the binoculars into his hand.

Big Ben raised his binoculars and looked at an intersection outside the temporary film set. In a sparsely populated area, he spotted a familiar woman.

Although the other person was wearing a hat and her figure was out of shape, her protruding belly made it easy for him to tell that she was Tony, a pregnant woman who lived in the same apartment building.

Since they started helping each other at the hospital, they occasionally bump into each other and chat sometimes because they live in the same apartment building.

Ben still remembered Tony's husband or boyfriend who had attended the White House Independence Day celebration and wanted to get to know him through Tony.

As a result, so much time has passed, and they still haven't seen that person.

Ben initially suspected that Toni was exaggerating.

But after observing her closely for a while, he realized it didn't quite seem like it. Toni was full of confidence every day, looking forward to the birth of her child.

When discussing the child's father, they looked even more proud.

Cassie noticed that Ben wasn't looking at Martin and asked curiously, "What are you looking at?"

"Tony, the pregnant woman who lives in the same building as me, you've seen her twice." Ben handed him the binoculars and pointed over there: "She's very concerned about the baby in her belly. Why would she come here in such a chaotic downtown area?"

Cassie picked up her binoculars and saw the pregnant woman. She said, "She looks like she's watching a film crew shoot? Yes, she's watching the film crew shoot very intently."

"Does her husband or boyfriend work on the film set?" Ben Affleck asked casually. "Who on this film set attended the White House Independence Day celebrations?"

Cassie lowered his binoculars and said, "It looks like there are only two people." He paused for a moment, then gave his answer: "Martin and his manager and bodyguard, Bruce."

Big Ben was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "Impossible, right?"

Cassie said, "When you see her again, test her. If it is..."

Big Ben suddenly laughed: "Perhaps this is the breakthrough we've been looking for!" He pondered, "I've helped her before, and we have a pretty good relationship. I'll find an opportunity."

Toni lived in the same apartment building as him, so opportunities were easy to find.

A group of scantily clad girls suddenly ran out from a few dozen meters away.

These girls rushed into the artificial rain created by the film crew, twisting their sexy and alluring bodies and dancing wildly.

Elsa, leading the group, shouted, "Martin, I love you!"

The other girls shouted in unison, "Martin, I love you!"

Then, they all took off their tops.

On the highest point of the fair skin, in large, cola-colored letters read, "Martin, I love you."

Los Angeles entertainment reporters and paparazzi are used to it; they've seen these crazy female fans of Martin on many occasions since last year.

But this kind of news also has value, as many people's cameras were focused on the girls' chests.

They didn't mean anything by it; they just wanted to take a picture of the words written on it.

Toni saw Elsa and the others, muttered "bitch" under her breath, pulled down the brim of her sun hat, and walked towards the parking area.

When these bitches came over, Tony didn't dare linger, worried that they would recognize her.

The bright future cannot be ruined by these bitches.

When Toni arrived, she looked back at her former sisters one last time; they were destined to be from two different worlds.

The film crew's security personnel came over and persuaded Elsa and her sister group to leave.

To appease them, they specially gifted some films and concept posters of Martin's characters.

It's a typical case of appeasing whoever makes the most noise.

Elsa and the others picked up their clothes and put them on. Although they didn't see Martin in person, they were quite satisfied with the gifts. At the urging of the crew, they left the area where the artificial rain was being made.

A car drove away not far away.

The quick-witted girl tugged at Elsa and said, "Acting Captain, I think I saw the Captain."

Elsa was so angry her nose almost twisted out of shape: "How many times do I have to tell you, I'm the captain, not the acting captain!"

Another girl nearby said, "There was a woman just now whose back view did look a bit like Tony." She then denied it, "No, that woman was fat, and Tony hates fat women the most."

The quick-witted girl scratched her head and said, "Yeah, Tony couldn't possibly become a big fat woman. She's only been gone for a few months. She's not a rubber doll; she can't just gain weight like that."

Elsa found herself increasingly disliking Tony. Though she wasn't in the sorority, her name still influenced them: "Tony has lost contact with us now. Maybe she went back to her hometown, found a boyfriend, got married, and became a traitor to the sorority. Let's not mention her anymore."

"Tony loves Martin so much, there's no way she'd marry anyone else." Then someone, oblivious to the situation, chimed in, "She said that if she couldn't marry Martin, she'd marry a poster or a picture of Martin."

Elsa, feeling stifled, straightened her clothes and said, "Let's go, let's go."

A dozen girls broke free from the paparazzi's encirclement, got into several cars, and quickly left the neighborhood.

Meanwhile, Ben Affleck, having discovered Toni's disappearance, also started his car.

Cassie continued observing through her binoculars, her dejected mind filled with strange thoughts: "If I had such a large group of beautiful female fans, I would definitely reward them handsomely."

Ben asked, "What reward do you want?"

Cassie, an actor with an artistic flair, still hadn't learned his lesson, saying, "Of course, with my gun and bullets."

Big Ben, whose brain capacity was far greater than his brother's, said, "Then they sue you for being strong, demanding hundreds of thousands of dollars in compensation. With a dozen or so people involved, it might amount to tens of millions."

Cassie looked at her brother, whose reputation was ruined, his assets shrunk drastically, and he was ignored in Hollywood.

Big Ben warned, "Watch your step. Don't get yourself killed before we even get to anyone."

Cassie nodded: "I understand."

The two walked back and drove out of the city center.

Cassie remembered someone: "Where's Pete? Wasn't Pete supposed to be coming too?"

"Pete is going to act alone; he has more connections in the industry than we do." Ben Affleck saw the red light ahead and slammed on the brakes. "To be honest, he hates Martin even more than we do; he almost went to work in the San Gabriel Valley."

Once the car had come to a stop, he continued, "Martin robbed Pete of his family, his wife and girlfriend, and even his endorsements. In the few times I've met him, he's been extremely aggressive. Perhaps we won't need to do anything; Pete will just drag Martin down with him."

"I hope so." Cassie thought carefully. "Brad Pitt's life has been ruined by Martin Davis."

…………

In Koreatown, in a very ordinary restaurant.

Pitt, wearing a boonie hat, came in from the back. The restaurant owner, who used to work in Hollywood, nodded to him and led him upstairs through the staff serving corridor to a private room.

Inside the private room sat an ordinary-looking middle-aged man.

"Clayson, long time no see," Pete greeted him, pulling out a chair to sit opposite him.

The restaurant owner voluntarily left the private room and closed the door.

Clayson smiled at Pete: "I'm so glad to see you're still in Los Angeles."

When his child fell seriously ill, Pitt helped him, and he always remembered it: "Brad, if there's anything I can help you with, just let me know."

Pete smiled and said, "I do need your help with a little thing."

He opened his bag, took out a black bag, placed it on the table, and pushed it towards Clarkson: "I heard you work on Nolan's film set. Do me a favor."

Clayson opened the bag, inside were several neatly bundled stacks of US dollars, in various denominations.

In addition, there were several bullets, not blanks used by the crew, but bullets with metal projectiles.

Clayson said, "Brad, I've always been very grateful for what you did back then, but I have a wife and children..."

Pete waved his hand: "I'm not asking you to kill anyone. Nolan's crew is filming on the streets, where there's a huge flow of people. There are no surveillance cameras in the city center. If you have a suitable opportunity, quietly switch them out. If not, wait until later."

Clayson guessed at his intentions, and after a long pause, he said, "Martin has met with misfortune; the investigation will be extensive."

"You've misunderstood me," Pete said. "You've been filming nothing but gunfights these past few days, and Martin might also get into trouble with other people."

Now that he's in this predicament, he's not afraid of losing anything more.

(End of this chapter)