America achieves both fame and fortune

Chapter 599 was full of acquaintances.

As Martin left the hotel, he saw a Mercedes bus. He followed Leonardo and Nicholson onto the bus and then realized that it was a large RV.

Leonardo DiCaprio shouted, "Let's begin our romantic journey!"

Nicholson pulled out sunglasses and put them on, looking incredibly cool: "Leo, I'm very satisfied with what you did. I've decided, I won't let Lorraine marry you."

"I'm so damn grateful to you." Leonardo was speechless for a moment.

Martin, sitting imposingly on the leather sofa, declared, "Let's get our fun bus moving!"

Bruce opened the access door to the driver's seat, went directly to the passenger seat, and told the driver to start the car.

The bus slowly drove away from the hotel entrance and headed towards another hotel.

At the hotel entrance, a doorman said to his companion, "You hold the fort for a bit, I'm going to the restroom."

His companion nodded: "Hurry up."

The doorman returned to the hotel, quickly entered the men's restroom on one side of the lobby, went into a stall, took out his phone and made a call: "Sir, they've set off."

Rogers, on the other end, said, "I understand."

On the busy main road, a silver-gray Citroën leisurely weaved through the traffic.

Rogers, who was driving, remained calm because the Mercedes bus in front of him was so conspicuous that it could be seen from a great distance.

He asked, "Boss, should we notify the reporters?"

Tom Hardy, sitting in the passenger seat, shook his head: "It's not time yet. They might not stay on the bus for long. Let's follow them from a distance first."

Rogers followed leisurely in his car, filled with envy and jealousy: "That trio of bastards only has three people. How many women have they been with that they even used a bus to pick them up? Aren't they afraid of dying from exhaustion?"

Tom Hardy didn't hide his true feelings from his underlings: "I hope they all die of overwork!"

He couldn't help but say, "Nicholson is alright, but Martin and Leonardo have taken up so many resources in the industry. The best resources are always given to them first, and then others get a share. People around their age, who doesn't want them to be finished sooner?"

Rogers saw the bus ahead turn into a hotel and reminded him, "Boss, they're going to the hotel to pick someone up."

Tom Hardy said, "Let's go to the parking lot in front of the hotel."

The Citroën quickly entered the parking lot and parked in a spot where the hotel's main entrance was clearly visible.

Not far behind them, a black Peugeot car also turned into the parking lot.

The two bodyguards in the car watched as several cars drove into the hotel parking lot.

Most of the people in the car got off quickly, either going to the hotel or other places nearby.

The two have undergone professional training, so their combat skills may be poor, but their tracking and identification abilities are quite good.

Their gazes fell almost simultaneously on a Citroën. No one got out of the car, but an arm was draped over the open passenger window.

There are at least two people in the car.

The person who couldn't immediately determine the driver's seat said, "Wait a minute."

The person in the passenger seat nodded slightly, took out their phone, and was ready to notify Bruce at any time.

From inside the Citroën, even though they were quite far apart, Tom Hardy could still see a dozen tall, beautiful young women boarding a bus one after another, led by Russian supermodel Natalia, at the hotel entrance.

"Those three bastards are fucking animals!" Tom Hardy muttered.

Seeing others organizing a large, wild party with so many beautiful women from Eastern Europe, Rogers felt uncomfortable and said, "Boss, we have to report them!"

Tom Hardy nodded: "Follow them and see where they're headed."

The Mercedes bus started and slowly turned out of the hotel passage.

Rogers waited a moment, then started his car and followed.

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Natalia led her companions to the car and met the three male protagonists of the night.

Wearing sunglasses and sporting a slicked-back hairstyle, Nicholson exuded the aura of a veteran Hollywood actor, looking incredibly cool.

Leonardo DiCaprio, dressed in a suit, still retains some of the handsome and dashing look he had ten years ago, but the years have given him a more robust and heavier physique.

Martin, dressed in black casual wear, exuded a powerful physique even while sitting down. Coupled with his sunny and easygoing demeanor, he made Nicholson seem like the main villain and Leonardo like a supporting actor.

Natalia said softly, "Girls, you can choose freely. I won't force you or them in any way."

After saying that, she strode towards Martin.

Natalia's career was interrupted because of her marriage, but she has always maintained contact with the supermodel circle. She knows about the existence of the fashion supermodel group, what the only test to join the group is, and she has heard some of her companions discuss how great it is to go through the test.

Of course she would choose Martin.

Marina Alexandrova saw that Natalia had gotten there first, so she quickly followed.

Tonight, she has only one target—Martin Davis!

Svetlana Kudchenkova, who was on good terms with Martin, also walked towards him without hesitation.

And then there's Sasha Ruth, the youngest in the group, who, after a moment's thought, also chose Martin.

The others walked over to Leonardo and Nicholson and sat down on the sofa where they were.

Martin opened his arms, putting one arm around Natalia and the other around Marina. Sasha-Ruth and Svetlana also joined in.

The five people were crammed together, bumping and jostling as the bus moved along.

Martin recognized them and asked them their names one by one.

He already knew Natalia; he had heard KK and Natalia Polly mention her. She was a Russian supermodel, but after seeing her in person, he had a general impression of her. In her previous life, she seemed to have been the crown princess of some conglomerate.

Svetlana Martin recognized her at a glance. She had long forgotten the other roles she had played, but she remembered the Snake Lady from "The Wolverine".

This is the key figure who led to the ending of "Logan".

Although Sasha Ruth looked very young, Martin still recognized her; she was the female lead in one of Luc Besson's assassin movies in his previous life.

As for Marina, she resembled Catherine the Great, whom he had seen countless times on short videos.

Martin had honed his skills in countless battles to chat with four people at the same time, without neglecting any of them and while also stirring up minor squabbles among them.

If a social media chat group were created now, Martin believes it would quickly spawn a dozen or so smaller groups.

Martin even had a moment to glance at Leonardo and Nicholson.

The people on Leonardo's side looked unfamiliar to him, but they were all young, blond, and had long legs.

On the other hand, I saw a familiar-looking Russian model on Nicholson's side, I think her name was Elena or something like that.

Martin clapped his hands and said loudly, "Ladies and gentlemen, we've traveled halfway around the world to meet here tonight. To commemorate and celebrate this gathering, I suggest we all have a drink."

"Great!" Leonardo echoed loudly.

The others also agreed.

Before Martin could get up, Marina took the initiative to get the drinks, specifically asking Martin's opinion, and poured a glass of champagne for each of them.

Everyone raised their glasses and drank together.

Marina's seat next to Martin was taken by Sasha Ruth, but she didn't make a fuss. She smiled at Martin and sat down to the side.

Unlike trains, cars don't move smoothly; they stop and start frequently.

A cell phone rang, and Natalia took it out and switched it to vibrate: "Excuse me."

Martin waved his hand: "It's okay."

They don't misbehave in the car, they don't set up anything to block signals or restrict cell phone use in the car.

The group simply drank, chatted, and laughed, talking like friends.

Martin started the conversation, and it was quite interesting to listen to the four women share their experiences and anecdotes.

Natalia has the most diverse experience and currently resides in Paris, where she remains closely connected to the fashion world.

Marina lives in St. Petersburg and is a graduate of a formal art academy.

Sasha Ruth was discovered at a flea market in Moscow when she was a teenager and became a model.

Svetlana is an actress who is determined to break into the Western market.

Because Martin himself didn't have many of the prejudices Americans have against Russians, the five of them had a very pleasant conversation.

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On a Parisian street, after turning another corner, the Citroën was still hanging at a not-too-distant distance behind the Mercedes bus.

The two people in the car with the logo were certain that the car had been tracking them all along.

"They're probably French paparazzi," the person in the driver's seat said.

The passenger in the front seat confirmed, "No matter who the follower is, we must report it."

He dialed with one key, and when the call connected, he said, "Old Bu, there's a tailgate, a silver-gray Citroën, the license plate number is..."

Bruce asked, "Can you confirm it's paparazzi?"

The passenger in the front seat replied, "No." He paused briefly, then added, "Please wait a moment."

The drivers were perfectly in sync; they immediately stepped on the gas and accelerated, and the Peugeot overtook the Citroën from the side.

The passenger in the front seat quickly glanced at the cars next to them. When they reached the intersection ahead, the Citroën overtook them again due to heavy traffic.

He looked around again, then picked up his phone and said, "I didn't see any filming equipment, so it's probably not paparazzi or reporters."

Bruce said, "Keep observing them."

The two bodyguards in the Peugeot car focused their attention on the Citroën.

Not far behind them, several cars were following them in a crisscross pattern.

Marina's uncle was sitting in one of the black minivans.

Compared to the previous two vehicles, they were undoubtedly more professional, employing a multi-vehicle tracking method on different road sections.

The uncle sat far away in a van, directing operations and preventing any unexpected situations.

On the one hand, he needed to send Marina to Martin's side to remain as a potential mole for the long term, and he had to ensure that tonight's party could proceed as planned.

On the other hand, Martin Davis is no ordinary person; in the event of an emergency, he can send people to rescue Marina immediately.

Although he worked in a shady profession, the uncle still cared about his family.

Inside the Citroën, Rogers watched the bus head southwest and said, "They're probably going to District 16. I think their destination is likely some luxury estate in the suburbs."

Tom Hardy said coldly, "Hopefully they'll be on the front page of tomorrow's French newspapers."

(End of this chapter)