American fame and fortune

"What? You can't do it?" Vogel looked at Martin leaning back in the chair, pointed at him and said, "Man, you lost!"

While talking, he burped.

Vogel drank no less than Martin.

Martin seemed to have been dazzled by alcohol, stood up and said, "Man, you can't say no!"

He picked up the wine glass and clinked it with Vogel crookedly: "Do it!"

Vogel drank almost the same amount. After drinking this glass, he suppressed the urge to vomit: "We won't win or lose, let's try another way to prove which of us is the man among men!"

Martin looked drunk: "Use a woman? I didn't say, you can't."

This was too hurtful, and the drunk Vogel stood up, impulsively wanting to hit someone: "Who can't?" He still remembered the purpose and held back: "This is Mexico, let's compare in the Mexican way." !"

A beating can't solve the problem, Vogel raised his voice: "The tradition here is that real men dare to challenge the poisonous snake head-on, let's challenge the poisonous snake!"

Blake stretched out his long legs and kicked Martin under the table to make him refuse.

Martin still looked like a drunk, his head was very clear, and he probably guessed what this guy was going to do.

Vogel leaned on the table, shaking his body: "Why, dare not?" He suddenly raised his voice: "Hey, guys, pay attention! Martin and I will compare who is the real man, and use the Mexican method to decide who is the real man. After a win or loss, those who dare not compare themselves think they are soft-headed, and will not pick up girls on the set..."

Martin turned to look at Bruce.

The two had a tacit understanding. Old Bu nodded slightly when he knew that Martin's stinky shit wanted to make trouble.

Martin stood up unsteadily, and said, "Compare! Definitely compare! What the hell, where is the poisonous snake? I'm going to burst its mouth!"

Vogel said: "Okay, let's go out and find the snake!"

Martin caught a glimpse of Bruce on the phone and tried to delay the time: "Yes, go find a poisonous snake, the most poisonous one, whoever dares to blow the snake's mouth is a softie!"

Black was very disappointed with the male god, so he came over to stop him: "Martin, you're drunk."

"Not drunk, can a drunk person be as sober as me? I can still drink two bottles!" Standard drunken words came out of Martin's mouth.

Vogel's still sober mind secretly delighted.

Seeing Bruce leave, Martin yelled, "Guys, go cheer me on!"

He pulled Vogel: "Let's go!"

Vogel also grabbed him: "Let's go."

Before leaving the banquet hall, Martin took two more bottles of wine.

On the way to the parking lot, he uncorked the bottle and continued drinking with Vogel.

As soon as the sea breeze blew, Vogel got up. People who drank too much would not talk nonsense at all, and the wine poured down automatically when it reached their mouths.

Throw the Martin bottle into the trash can: "Go, let's go!"

Vogel still remembered what to do, and the bottle was also thrown away.

Before leaving the hotel, Martin went into the bathroom, and Bruce, who was waiting here, had a quick exchange with him.

In order to prevent Martin from quitting midway, Vogel called the crew's bus, waited for the driver to drive over, pulled Martin into the bus, and then called other spectators to get on the bus.

There are many people who want to watch the excitement.

As for blocking? The actors behind wished that the actors in front would die.

Blake also got into the car and persuaded him twice in a row, but when she couldn't persuade anyone, she fell silent.

When the bus pulled out of the parking lot, Dalot, who had worked with the film crew, received a call from Bruce, called a large group of people out, got into several off-road vehicles, and followed.

In the car, Martin was still blowing with Vogel, blowing into the dry universe.

The bus quickly drove out of the city and came to the desert. Everyone got out of the bus to help find the poisonous snake.

Rick, who mixed into the crowd, came to the target area and shouted: "Here! There's a rattlesnake here!"

Dozens of people rushed over.

Among them was Dalot and his men.

On the flat gravel ground, a khaki-patterned rattlesnake hid in the crevices of the rocks. Seeing so many two-legged monsters approaching, it trembled helplessly, so it could only tap its tail pitifully to warn the monsters not to approach.

"Real man, let's go!" A young actor hid in the crowd and shouted.

Miscellaneous voices sounded: "Come on, don't be a softie! Don't let us look down on you!"

Martin and Vogel stopped 20 meters away from the Rattlesnake.

Vogel grabbed Martin's arm: "Man, it's time to prove you, go on, blast the Viper!"

Martin glanced at the poisonous snake and whispered, "I won't go."

These words were completely beyond Vogel's expectations: "Are you a softie?"

Martin broke away from Vogel's hand, grabbed his shoulders with both hands and shook vigorously, dangling back and forth: "I can't, I'm so afraid of snakes!"

He shook Vogel vigorously, Vogel's head shook, he was drunk and wanted to vomit.

But Vogel held back.

As a real man, how could he spit it out in public?

Martin turned and walked back, seeing that Vogel hadn't moved, he shouted, "It's a tie, I didn't lose."

When he walked out of the crowd, a Mexican shouted loudly in English: "Martin is a jerk, Vogel is also a jerk, two jerks who don't have brothers!"

More than a dozen people shouted at Vogel: "You idiot, if you can't do it, go back!"

"Don't dare to do what you mentioned, what an embarrassment to a man!"

"Eggless waste!"

"You are trash!"

Not only yelling, but someone also took out a camera and video camera, and took pictures of Vogel: "You idiot, cooperate, we will put you on the headlines of the local newspaper tomorrow!"

These people constantly stimulate Vogel.

Blake was surprised, Martin suddenly changed his mind, and then a bunch of people taunted Vogel.

At the beginning, there were only more than 20 people shouting waste.

Soon, under the mentality of following the crowd, the actors of the crew, who were not too serious after drinking, also shouted trash together.

Those who were pulled by Vogel to put pressure on Martin put all the pressure on Vogel.

Martin has no face and no skin, if he says shameless, he is shameless.

Although Vogel is also shameless, he is not to the level of Martin.

The point is that the person holding the camera and video camera is also wearing a tag that looks like a reporter.

Vogel set himself up here, stimulated by the surrounding environment, burning with alcohol, armed with brains and guts.

He made the real man's choice.

Suppressing the utterance of being shaken, Vogel strode towards the rattlesnake: "You bastards, watch out, what is a man!"

His father worked in a snake farm, and he caught snakes when he was a child, so he is very confident.

When he came to the rock pile, he heard the sound of the rattlesnake's tail tapping, and Vogel suddenly woke up.

"What am I doing? Why am I fighting the Diamondbacks? Isn't this what I prepared for Martin Davis?"

With a clear head and unable to suppress the vomiting, Vogel opened his mouth wide, and a waterfall poured down.

Those disgusting liquids fell on the ground and splashed everywhere.

The trembling rattlesnake spattered vomit on its head and skin.

Such disgusting and insulting, how can a real male snake bear it?

The rattlesnake shot out like a sharp arrow, biting Vogel's leg!

Vogel screamed.

The onlookers were in an uproar.

Vogel flicked his legs again and again, and now he was really awake, shouting: "Help me! Help me! Call the doctor, find the doctor!"

Many people in the crew are still thinking, will I have a better chance if I don't save him? Will there be one less obstacle in the upper ranks?

A Mexican brought by Dalot took out his mobile phone and called the emergency.

Of course, no one is foolish enough to help Vogel and let him dance with poisonous snakes.

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Martin has been walking out at a leisurely pace, and when there was chaos behind him, he looked back and kept his hands in his trouser pockets, staying away from this wasteland.

The SUV provided for him by the crew was parked on the side of the road, and Bruce leaned on the door, beckoning to him, like a beautiful woman provoking customers on the streets of Cabo San Lucas.

In the crowd, Blake looked at Vogel, then at Martin who was walking away, and suddenly understood something.

She was not interested in continuing to watch, so she threw off her long legs and strode after Martin.

Blake is sure that this is the real man.

Few people noticed that Martin had already left.

Some people even think that Martin, who retreated from battle, is a softie.

Black caught up from behind, grabbed Martin's arm, and asked, "You want to go back?"

Martin breathed out his mouth full of alcohol: "Go back to sleep and sober up."

Black felt that the smell of wine spit out by the male god was so good, like licking a dog: "I'll be with you."

Martin pointed to the back: "Believe it or not, someone among those miscellaneous things will definitely report me, and then I will be very, very troublesome."

Blake has been a cheerleader since the sixth grade, and he has already practiced his face: "It's okay, I can wait for you to turn 18, soon."

Martin stopped suddenly.

"Are you sick?" Blake asked.

Martin said deliberately, "I want to throw up."

Black opened the small satchel he was carrying, took out a tissue and a small bottle of mineral water, and waited beside Martin.

Martin was quite surprised. He asked for her mineral water and took a sip: "It's all right."

Blake handed him the tissue again: "Wipe off your sweat."

The two came to the side of the car, Bruce asked with his eyes, Martin nodded slightly, and all three got into the car.

Blake was full of curiosity, but didn't ask much, just thinking about the ins and outs of the matter.

Her father said more than once that this circle of struggles is ubiquitous. The huge base of the bottom and the pitiful upper positions will inevitably lead to extremely fierce battles.

Back at the hotel, Martin sent Blake away to take a shower.

When he came out, Bruce was on the phone.

After Lao Bu hung up the phone, Martin asked, "Is the person dead?"

"No." Bruce said roughly: "Dalot sent someone to the hospital and asked about the idiot's injuries. The rattlesnake injected very little venom and was sent to the hospital in a timely manner. It would not be life-threatening, but the snake venom is very troublesome. A while ago, if he was unlucky, he might have had his leg amputated."

If Martin was really an impulsive young man, the consequences would be disastrous. He said coldly, "It's his luck."

Bruce thought it was very funny: "I thought he would use people to drink and be impulsive, and he was going to fight you and beat you up, but I didn't expect to use alcohol to stimulate you to engage in poisonous snakes."

He added: "This is Mexico, not Los Angeles. In that case, if you are really bitten, he won't have too much trouble."

Martin said directly: "Old Bu, get a black mamba and throw him in the ward."

"Dude, we're in the entertainment industry now!" Bruce reminded Martin this time: "Don't mess with the ways of civilized people!"