America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz

Los Angeles, the film crew was shooting almost exclusively action scenes, ranging from car chases to gunfights. The three blocks near City Hall were bustling every day.

On the crowded temporary set streets, Martin drove his Cadillac through the traffic, charged into the square, spun the wheel, and braked, stopping the car with a beautiful drift.

He shouted to Ellen Page in the passenger seat, "Get down."

Ellen Page hugged her head and crouched down.

Gunshots banged, and two actors across fell backward.

Nolan pursued realism in shooting, using blanks that could produce muzzle flashes when actors fired from a distance.

During a pause in filming, the cameraman in the back seat got out of the car, quickly grabbed a water bottle, and drank several mouthfuls to suppress the urge to vomit.

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

This was no prop gun; it was a real one.

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

When it came to shooting action scenes, their regard for Martin's opinion was significant.

In the distance, the Affleck brothers, Ben and Cassie, sporting thick beards, sat in the car watching the scene at City Hall Square.

Because of the artificial rainfall, they could only barely make out the figures of Martin and Nolan.

Cassie pulled out a pair of binoculars and looked over, "A bunch of people are circling around him; he's like the center of the Earth."

Ben said, "Did you investigate Lily Carter, find anything special?"

"Nothing," Cassie shook his head repeatedly, "A young artist from the slums, exposing her background would only boost her reputation."

Ben still couldn't understand, "Martin Davis never coerced or tempted any woman, it's unbelievable."

Cassie shrugged, "He's not lacking women."

Ben picked up the conversation automatically, "Neither am I or Brad Pitt."

Cassie continued somewhat awkwardly, "There are many rumors in the modeling circles, I had someone thoroughly inquire, and it was Leonardo who first introduced Martin and Nicholson to the supermodel circle. Later, those supermodels began inviting Martin actively."

He laughed helplessly, "Do you know the situation with Victoria's Secret's supermodels? It's said that due to the pre-marital parties of Heidi Klum and Alexander Ambrosio, they caused a huge stir within their circles. Now there's a saying, if Victoria's Secret's angels can't invite Martin to their pre-marital bachelorette parties, it's considered a failed party."

Ben couldn't help but feel envious, "I never received such treatment even in my prime."

Cassie said, "Maybe you don't have the same resources as Martin, or the skills?"

Ben glanced outside the window and suddenly extended his hand, "Pass me the binoculars?"

"Who do you want to spy on?" Cassie handed over the binoculars.

Ben raised the binoculars and looked toward an intersection outside the temporary set, in a less crowded area, he spotted a familiar woman.

Although she wore a hat and her figure had changed, the protruding belly made it easy for him to recognize Tony, the pregnant woman living in the same apartment building. Experience new tales on My Virtual Library Empire

Since helping her at the hospital, they sometimes ran into each other coming and going from the building and would occasionally chat.

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

However, so much time had passed without a glimpse of the man.

Ben once suspected that Tony was boasting.

But after careful observation, it didn't seem like that, as Tony was confident every day, looking forward to the birth of the child.

When the topic of the child's father came up, she was outright proud.

Cassie noticed Ben wasn't looking towards Martin's direction and asked curiously, "What are you watching?"

"Tony, the pregnant woman who lives in the same building as me, you've seen her twice," Ben passed him the binoculars and pointed, "She really cares about the child in her belly. What's she doing coming to such a chaotic place downtown?"

Cassie took the binoculars and also spotted the pregnant woman, saying, "She seems to be watching the film crew work? Yes, she's really intent on watching the filming."

"Could her husband or boyfriend be working with the crew?" Ben asked casually, "Who from this crew has attended the White House Independence Day celebration?"

Cassie put down the binoculars and said, "I think there are only two people." He pondered briefly and gave the answer, "Martin and his manager-cum-bodyguard Bruce."

Ben was startled at first, then shook his head, "Impossible, right?"

Cassie suggested, "Next time you see her, probe a bit, if it's true..."

Ben suddenly smiled, "Maybe this is the breakthrough we've been looking for!" He contemplated, "I've helped her out, we've had a good relationship, I'll find an opportunity."

Since Tony lived in the same building, an opportunity wouldn't be hard to find.

A few dozen meters away, suddenly a group of scantily clad girls burst forth.

These girls rushed into the artificial rain created by the film crew, twisting their sultry bodies and breaking into a hot dance.

The leading Aisha shouted, "Martin, I love you!"

The other girls joined in, "Martin, I love you!"

Then, in unison, they took off their tops.

On the highest point of their fair skin, were scrawled the cola-colored words, "Martin, I love you."

The entertainment reporters and paparazzi of Los Angeles were no longer surprised; since last year, they had seen these crazy female fans of Martin on many occasions.

But this kind of news also had value, and many cameras were pointed at the girls' chests.

They didn't mean anything else, they just wanted to capture the words written there.

Tony saw Aisha and the others, cursed under her breath, pulled down the brim of her sun hat, and walked toward the parking area.

With these bitches showing up, Tony didn't dare linger, worried they might recognize her.

The wonderful future couldn't be ruined by these bitches.

Tony got to the area, then looked back at her once sisters one more time, knowing they were destined to be people of two different worlds.

The security staff from the crew came over and persuaded Aisha and the sister group to leave.

To appease them, they specially gave away some film merchandise and concept posters of Martin's character.

A typical case of whoever makes a fuss gets pacified.

Aisha and the others picked up their clothes to put them on, and though they didn't get to see Martin in person, receiving these gifts made them quite satisfied. Persuaded by the crew, they left the area of artificial rain.

Not far away, a car drove off.

The girl with a quick tongue tugged at Aisha and said, "Deputy leader, I think I saw the leader."

Aisha's nose was almost crooked with anger, "How many times do I have to tell you, I am the leader, not the deputy leader!"

Another girl next to her said, "There was a woman earlier who did look a bit like Tony." Then she negated her own statement, "No, that woman was fat, and Tony hates fat women the most."

The quick-tongued girl scratched her head and said, "Yeah, Tony couldn't possibly let herself become fat, she only left a few months ago, and she's not a rubber person who can just inflate at will."

Aisha found herself increasingly despising Tony, who wasn't with the sister group anymore, yet her name was still affecting it, "Now that Tony has lost contact with us, she might have gone back to her hometown, found a boyfriend, got married, and became a traitor to the sister group. Let's talk about her less in the future."

"Tony loves Martin so much, she couldn't possibly marry someone else." There was always someone tactless to continue the conversation, "She said if she couldn't marry Martin, she'd marry Martin's posters and photos."

Aisha felt stifled, straightened her clothes, and said, "Let's go, let's go."

About a dozen girls broke through the encirclement of the paparazzi and got into several cars, quickly leaving the neighborhood.

On the other side, Ben Affleck noticed Tony's disappearance and also started his car.

Cassie was still observing through his binoculars, his spirit deflated as strange thoughts popped into his head, "If I had such a large group of beautiful female fans, I would definitely reward them well."

Ben asked, "What do you plan to reward them with?"

Cassie, an actor full of artistic temperament, still hadn't learned from past lessons and said, "Of course, with my gun and bullets."

Ben had a much larger capacity for thought than his brother and said, "Then they turn around and sue you for assault, demanding you to fork out hundreds of thousands of US dollars in compensation. With more than a dozen of them, it could end up costing millions."

Cassie looked at his elder brother, whose reputation had been tarnished and fortune severely diminished, ostracized by everyone in Hollywood.

Ben reminded him, "Be smart, don't ruin ourselves before we even get to them."

Cassie nodded, "I got it."

The two headed back and drove out of the downtown area.

Cassie thought of someone, "What about Pitt? Wasn't Pitt supposed to come too?"

"Pitt is acting alone; he has more old contacts in the circle than we do." Ben saw the red light ahead and applied the brakes, "Truth be told, he hates Martin more than we do; he almost went to Sacred Valley for development."

Once the car came to a stop, he added, "Pitt had his family snatched away by Martin, both wife and girlfriend, even his endorsements were taken by Martin. The few times I interacted with him, he was very aggressive; we might not need to do much before Pitt takes Martin down with him."

"Hopefully," Cassie mused, "Brad Pitt's life has been ruined by Martin Davis."

......

In Koreatown, inside a very ordinary restaurant.

Pitt, wearing a beanie, entered from the back. The restaurant owner, who had once mingled in Hollywood, nodded at him, leading him through the employee service passage to the second floor, into a private room.

Inside the room, there was an ordinary middle-aged man sitting there.

"Clayson, long time no see," Pitt greeted him and pulled out a chair to sit across from him.

The restaurant owner took the initiative to leave the room and closed the door.

Clayson smiled at Pitt, "I'm so happy to see you still in Los Angeles."

Clayson had always remembered how Pitt once helped him when his child had an urgent illness, "Brad, if there's anything I can help you with, just say it."

Pitt smiled, "I do need a little favor from you."

He opened the bag he had been carrying, took out a black bag, placed it on the table, and pushed it toward Clayson, "I heard you're working on Nolan's crew. Help me with something."

Clayson opened the bag and inside were several neat stacks of US dollars in various denominations.

Besides the money, there were also several bullets, not blank cartridges used by the crew, but bullets with metal tips.

Clayson said, "Brad, I've always been extremely grateful for what you did back then, but I have a wife and kids…"

Pitt waved his hand, "I'm not asking you to kill anyone. Nolan's crew is filming on the streets, the flow of people is huge, there are no cameras around this downtown area. If you see a good opportunity, switch them quietly; if not, wait for later."

Clayson guessed his intention, and after a while, he said, "If something untoward happens to Martin, the investigation will be intense."

"You're misunderstanding me," Pitt said, "these next few days you're filming all gunfights, and it might be someone else who ends up in an untoward situation because of Martin."