American fame and fortune

On the Mercedes-Benz bus, Bruce opened the passage door and came out of the cockpit.

The sudden noise solidified the heated atmosphere in the car. Everyone, including Marina, Natalia and others, looked at Bruce.

"I have something to take care of." Martin stood up and walked over.

Bruce glanced at the women and whispered: "There is a tail behind us. It has been following from the hotel. It doesn't look like paparazzi or reporters."

Leonardo and Nicholson also came over.

The latter was most afraid of having nothing to do. When he heard Bruce's words, he became excited and asked in a low voice: "There are really no swallows in the car, are there?"

Leonardo frowned: "I asked people to do a background check. Everyone who came here this time has more than five years of experience as an actor or model. They are not the kind who are very active in their respective circles."

Martin thought for a moment and asked: "The specific situation of the tail."

Bruce said: "Silver gray Citroen sedan, the license plate is..."

"In this way, let's test it out and leave it to me." Martin looked outside and whispered: "If there is really a swallow in the car, why did she come? It must be to attend the party and get close to us. So, I Presumably they will keep the party going."

Leonardo and Nicholson both nodded.

"How about this..." Martin whispered a few words.

Leonardo agreed: "Okay, I listen to you, you bastard has the most bad ideas."

Nicholson wanted to go, but it was Martin who came up with the idea and it was not easy to steal it. He said: "If your method doesn't work, then let me go."

Martin nodded: "Okay."

Bruce returned to the cockpit and closed the access door.

Martin grabbed the armrest and turned around to look at everyone.

Maybe this will take a bit long, some people are bored playing with their phones.

Natalia turned off her phone and asked, "Have you encountered anything?"

Martin said directly: "Everyone may have to stay in the car for a while. There is a tail behind us. A Citroen has been following us since the hotel. I suspect they have ulterior motives."

"Isn't it the paparazzi?" Elena asked.

"I hope it's just entertainment reporters or paparazzi." Martin said very cautiously: "I have encountered some not-so-good things, and everyone must have heard of them. These things have made me develop a habit of always thinking of the worst in everything. "

Sasha Ruth smiled and shouted: "You are the God of War!"

The women all laughed and shouted.

Martin clapped his palms, pressed his hands down, and waited for the car to quiet down, then said: "Let's observe the situation first and see if we can get rid of this tail. If the situation goes bad, tonight's party can only be temporarily canceled and we will move to another day." See you again."

There's going to be a stir in the carriage, after all, many people are coming from Russia and Ukraine.

Even a woman would feel resentful if she flew thousands of miles to give something away and couldn't deliver it.

Martin shook his head.

Leonardo took a step forward and said, "Even if our gathering cannot take place, all the promises I made to you are still valid."

The car immediately became quiet.

The ultimate purpose of their coming here is not to fall in love.

Everyone knows why.

While Leonardo was speaking, Marina held the phone with one hand and used her body to shield her. She edited a text message at a professionally trained speed and sent it to her uncle.

She accepted the mission and got on the bus. Of course she wanted to complete the mission.

No one in the car wanted the party to go as planned more than she did.

After the text message was sent, Marina skillfully switched back to the game interface and continued playing the mini-game just now.

Martin's voice came over again: "Everyone, beauties, please wait patiently, our super driver will try to shake off the tail behind."

The three of them had discussed the possibility of being targeted by French paparazzi reporters a few days ago and had made several plans to get rid of the paparazzi.

The Mercedes-Benz bus drove towards a large parking lot with multiple exits.

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In the black business car, my uncle received a message from Marina.

He immediately took the information next to him and looked at the schedule of the "Inception" crew.

The crew of Martin Davis will leave France tomorrow afternoon, head to Spain to start a new promotional journey, and then fly all over the world. It is impossible to hold such a gathering in a short time.

With Martin's status and appeal in Hollywood, he will soon be attracted to parties in other areas, forgetting the Russian side.

The uncle was very decisive and ordered: "In an emergency, there is a silver-gray Citroen following the target bus. Please pay attention!"

"We found the target vehicle and are paying attention!" The subordinate responded promptly. After turning an intersection, the person in the other car said: "I'm sure the bank-colored Citroen is following the target bus. The Citroen license plate is..."

The uncle was disgusted by these accidents and asked, "Can you confirm the vehicle information?"

A technician obtained the vehicle information based on the license plate: "Citroen is a rental vehicle, and the lessor is a British person."

Hearing that it was a British guy, my uncle was a little disdainful. He thought for a moment and said, "Find a suitable place to stop them. Don't let them disturb our goal."

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Someone asked more: "Do you want to put the head of a British guy in your butt?"

The uncle said: "Throw it away in District 93 and fend for itself."

He prioritized ensuring that the party could be held, and then ordered: "The bus is very alert. Everyone immediately withdraws from the pursuit and uses all their strength to stop Citroën. It must be stopped!"

It was already getting dark, and the bus turned into the underground parking lot. The vehicle that had been contacted for a long time was on standby.

A car suddenly caused an accident and blocked the entrance to the parking lot.

Immediately afterwards, multiple vehicles blocked the one-way street at the entrance.

The bus entered the parking lot and parked next to three commercial vehicles.

As the front and rear doors opened, the three bastards Martin and a group of girls quickly got out of the car, got into three commercial vehicles, chose a suitable exit, and left the parking lot.

The Mercedes-Benz bus simply stopped in the parking lot.

At the entrance, the car that couldn't start was slowly repaired and drove into the parking lot.

The silver-gray Citroen caught in the traffic finally entered the parking lot.

But the target has long been lost in front.

"Asshole!" Tom Hardy watched helplessly as the Mercedes-Benz bus disappeared from sight. He felt extremely aggrieved. He had been planning for several days, but in the end he couldn't get anything. He was quite disappointed.

He did not give up easily and said, "Look, they may not have left yet."

Rogers slowed down and looked carefully for the bus.

Citroën walked around the parking lot for a while, and Tom Hardy faintly saw the shadow of the bus. The bus was parked in the darkest part of the parking lot like a ghost.

He pointed: "Over there."

Rogers turned around and wanted to turn around.

On the opposite side, a German Volkswagen drove over, turning on its headlights because it was already dark.

The lights were dazzling, and Rogers subconsciously stepped on the brakes. Just as he was about to scold him as a "high-beam dog," the Volkswagen blocked the road ahead with a harsh brake sound.

The bus was right in front. Tom Hardy was a little anxious. He lowered the window and shouted: "Damn it, get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

There was no response from the other side, only the glare of the shining headlights.

Tom Hardy suddenly felt that something was not right.

Before he could react, two more cars came from behind. One blocked the rear of the Citroen, and the other blocked the Citroen's U-turn angle.

Several men wearing black cotton hats got out of the car.

Only their mouths and noses were exposed, and they were holding pistols, all pointed at the front seat of the Citroën.

One of them shouted in French: "Get out of the car, get out of the car quickly, take out all your money and valuables, or I will shoot!"

"Damn French guys, the security is so bad!" Tom Hardy cursed secretly, thinking that he was being robbed with a gun. Facing the black hole of the gun, he did not dare to say or do anything, so he quickly got out of the car.

Rogers followed suit.

The men were four against each other, putting a pistol on the man's head, twisting Tom Hardy's arms behind his back, tying them with zip ties, sealing his mouth with tape, and putting a thick black cloth bag on his head.

Then someone came over to search him and took away Tom Hardy’s wallet, watch, cell phone, necklace, etc.

The person who searched Tom Hardy was very dishonest and even searched his crotch.

This man was like a weird uncle to a kid, squeezing hard on Tom Hardy's big dick.

"Fuck!" Tom Hardy screamed in pain, but because his mouth was sealed, he could only make a weird sound.

The strange uncle chuckled: "You see, he enjoys it very much!"

Tom Hardy cursed in his heart.

This man was full of bad taste and pinched him again.

Tom Hardy was in pain and wanted to jump up to resist, but the gun on his head cooled his blood.

"Don't move!" Uncle Wei hadn't had enough fun yet, so he punched him in the head several times.

When Tom Hardy felt that his eyes, nose and mouth were not his own, he was picked up and thrown into the trunk of a car.

Rogers was no better than him and was thrown into the trunk like a broken sack.

The four vehicles left the parking lot separately.

Tom Hardy was lying in the trunk, his hands and feet were trapped, and fear gradually filled his heart: "These bastards not only steal money and sex, but also want our lives?"

For a moment, Tom Hardy suddenly remembered many legends about the chaos in Paris.

After an unknown amount of time, the car started to bump. Tom Hardy was dizzy from the jolt. He seemed to hear something in his ears. Before he could make a judgment, he was dragged out and thrown to the ground.

Tom Hardy heard the sound of the car getting further and further away, and knew that he had saved his life. He wanted to get up, but his hands and feet were tied up. His loud shout turned into a whimper when it hit the tape.

He could only struggle violently.

"There is someone here." Suddenly a voice came over.

Then, Tom Hardy heard the sound of dense footsteps.

The black hood was torn off and Tom Hardy squeezed his eyes hard. Under the dim light, he saw only darkness.

The stretched out hand is black, the face is black, and even the hair is black.

Black and chapped, like a group of devils.

For Tom Hardy, these black people living in District 93 are the devil.

The devils tore at Tom Hardy's clothes like crazy.

"His coat is nice, it's mine!"

"Don't grab the belt from me!"

"This underwear suits me best!"

"Okay, I don't want any more clothes. This white guy has thin skin and tender flesh..."

One by one, dark hands led Tom Hardy downwards.

Just like an escaping army driving a self-propelled artillery into the valley, but was blocked in their way, they must blast away the obstacles one after another, open up a highway, and find a way out for life!

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