American Fame and Fortune Chapter 229

Chapter 229 The bull is too big

After coming out of the Lincoln Memorial, Martin's cell phone rang with a text message alert. He took it out and took a look. It was from Lily.

"Another reporter came to me to inquire about you. He seemed to want to dig up a scandal about you. He said that he was from the "News of the World". You have to do me some favors, or I will tell you all about you, such as with Elena. …”

 Martin texted back: "I got it."

Bruce came over from the side at this time, also holding a mobile phone in his hand, and asked: "Ivan said that a reporter recently came to the club to inquire about news related to you, and wanted to dig out the bad things about you killing people and setting fires."

“I received it too.” Martin shook his phone and sighed: “Why do people always want to make their own heroes look bad?”

 He asked: "Which newspaper reporter?"

Bruce said: "Ivan was asked about, News of the World."

 The name was the same as Lily's. Martin thought the name sounded familiar, and it sounded very scary.

 Martin thought for a moment and asked: "Where is this newspaper?"

Bruce knows something about it: "The Sun's weekend edition." He specifically reminded: "The Sun's ability to mine privacy is particularly strong, and the lower limit is relatively low."

 Martin nodded: "Let those two guys pay more attention to the tail behind them."

"You will soon receive the Presidential Medal of Freedom, and your fame and influence will increase even more." Bruce took out his mobile phone and sent a text message, saying from a professional perspective: "If you fall down from a high place at this time, man, the news effect will be Absolutely explosive.”

 Martin suddenly stopped and said, "I don't think something is right." He turned around and left, "Let's go back to the hotel."

Bruce followed up: "Is there another bad person who wants to mess with you?"

 “Can you use more polite words?” Martin was dissatisfied, but what he was thinking of was different from what Bruce said.

The names The Sun and News of the World have been swirling in Martin's mind, reminding him of some vague memories. It seems that the latter has used many dishonorable methods to obtain news.

 The two got into the car, and Martin said a few words to Bruce.

 Returning to the 12th floor of the hotel and entering the suite, Bruce found the special infrared device he carried. He checked all the rooms carefully and said, "There is no problem for the time being."

“Don't let your guard down, think about Atlanta,” Martin said.

Bruce opened the suitcase, took out his laptop, found a place to hide it, and pulled out two small cameras to shoot crosswise at the door. The picture could almost cover the entire living room.

 Afterwards, he covered it up so that he couldn't find it unless he looked carefully.

 Martin felt safe again.

 In the hotel lobby, Alex, White and Albert completed the check-in procedures and took the elevator to the 11th floor together.

They have done things here and know the layout of the hotel. When they got out of the elevator, they first looked at the safety passage and then entered the room.

“Head, Martin Davis lives on the 12th floor.” White learned in detail: “There is a male entourage in suite 1206.”

Alex glanced at the time: "Call and ask someone to come over."

White made the call, and not long after, the door of the room was knocked from outside, and a hotel staff member entered the room.

 “Hey, Wolf.” Alex went over to shake hands with him: “Big business is here again.”

Wolff has worked with them more than once: "Who are you targeting this time?" He later asked: "The recipients of the Presidential Medal of Freedom?"

Alex asked back: "What, are you scared? Don't worry, it's not Greenspan, it's Hollywood star Martin Davis."

Wolfe relaxed: "Not today, he showed up after noon, came back more than two hours ago, and has never gone out again."

White asked: "Looking for a woman?"

"No." Wolfe knew what they wanted to ask: "I heard from the lobby manager that he exchanged contact information with Kate, a female reporter from the Washington News. You should have heard of that woman. She is a famous news socialite with a relatively tight waistband. loose."

Alex understood what he meant: "Very good! If Kate goes to the 12th floor, you will notify us immediately." He specifically said: "Wolf, the reward this time will not be lower than the last time, find a way to let us go further." Go to Martin's room."

Wolf said: "Today is difficult. He may not go out. It is best tomorrow morning. Martin will go to the White House to attend the Independence Day celebration. The hotel's attention will also be on the Independence Day event. Also, those who have been awarded honors in previous years Those who come back will be extremely excited and do many extraordinary things.”

 Alex nodded: “Contact me in time if you have any questions.”

Wolfe left quickly.

Alex said to White again: "We have professional ethics and cannot write out of thin air. There are many high-end escorts here, right? Contact the agency and ask him to prepare a good product. If Martin and Kate don't do anything, we will create big news ourselves. ”

 White and Abbott don't think there is a problem. They are the News of the World and they are doing creative work.

 July 4th, American Independence Day.

On this day, various celebrations will be held in Washington, the most eye-catching of which is the Independence Day celebration on the South Lawn of the White House.

At 8:30 in the morning, the four Carter siblings finished breakfast and sat together in the living room of their new home, waiting for the live broadcast of the celebration.

In another nearby community, although Justin was on vacation, he still did not put down his work. He called the Washington branch and asked them to prepare the corresponding cola and gifts. When the medal ceremony was over, they would send someone to Martin's room. hotel.

 Business publicity and marketing are carried out all the time.

On the South Lawn of the White House, thousands of people were seated in an orderly manner. Like every year in the past, the White House invited a large number of basic industry practitioners, military families, etc. to participate in the celebration party.

 Martin sat in the second row. At the same table were Ali, his daughter, and several unnamed sports stars, probably stars in the golf or rugby industry.

 The highlight of the celebration was naturally George W. Bush's speech. The topic of this speech always centered on Iraq, calling on all Americans to be determined in the war in Iraq.

 Then comes the commendation.

Someone came over to remind him, and Martin followed the others to the side of the rostrum.

 Soon, it was his turn to take the stage.

“Martin Davis, a 24-year-old young man, directly saved 16 people and indirectly saved dozens of people at Burbank Middle School.”

Xiaobu turned his eyes to the side of the stage, fell on Martin, and spoke loudly into the microphone: "Martin showed extraordinary courage and courage when facing the horrific massacre, reminding us that in the face of all forms of evil, Morality and responsibility on our shoulders!”

 He led the applause: "Martin Davis deserves the honor today!"

On the South Lawn, thousands of people applauded enthusiastically.

 Martin came to the podium, greeted the crowd in the audience, and stood upright with a solemn expression.

 Xiao Bu took the white enamel five-pointed star-shaped medal from the etiquette officer's tray and hung it around Martin's neck from behind.

  Martin was awarded a medal for the tragedy, so when he stood in front of the microphone, he did not say much, only a brief speech with a heavy tone: "May the deceased rest in peace, may evil be far away from the world, and may God bless the United States."

The audience burst into warm applause again.

 Xiao Bu came over to shake hands with Martin and said, "Seeing you reminds me of when I was young, moving forward without fear."

 Businesses are exchanging blows, so how can Martin lag behind: "Mr. President, I heard that you served in the military. You must have been an outstanding soldier when you were young."

Xiao Bu smiled: "I have accumulated merit and been promoted to lieutenant."

 The two stood side by side and allowed the media reporters in the audience to take photos.

Atlanta, Carter's new home, Lily watched the live TV broadcast and wondered: "Why do I think Martin is more handsome?"

Like many young people in the United States, Harris looks down on the person in the White House: "Because there is a pig next to him as a foil."

Hall muttered: "He's really good at pretending." Elena glanced over, and her sister and brother all closed their mouths.

 Martin stepped down and returned to sit in the second row.

Hilton Hotel, twelfth floor.

Under Wolf's coordination, White and Albert pushed the service cart and turned into the corridor from the freight elevator.

 The hotel was very quiet during the day, with only the sound of their footsteps.

They stopped in front of the door of room 1206 and looked around. There was no one there. White took out a room card and swiped it into the room.

 All their actions are reflected in the eyes of the person behind the peephole diagonally opposite.

White closed the door, took out the miniature camera hidden on the cart, and changed the decorations in the room.

 Albert leaned against the door and observed what was going on outside through the peephole.

After decorating the living room, White went to the master bedroom and said at the same time: "Don't worry, the celebration won't end so soon. The head is in the hotel lobby. They will notify us as soon as they come back."

Albert urged: "Hurry up."

White laughed: "If you get some breaking news this time, you'll definitely get a bonus. Where are you going to be cool?"

 Speaking of this, Albert got excited: "Las Vegas!"

White has a special idea: "I plan to go to Tijuana. I heard that the custom street there is very unusual."

 He was used to doing this and installed it quickly.

 Albert greeted him: "Let's go, let's go!"

 The two of them cleaned up the few traces, left the room, and walked towards the cargo elevator.

Just after they entered the elevator, someone in the corner secretly glanced at the floor where the elevator stopped, and then made a phone call: "Floor 11."

Albert and White quietly returned to the room where they checked in and called Alex.

 Not long after, Alex came up from downstairs and asked, "Done?"

White nodded: "It's done."

Alex opened his notebook and clicked a few times on the desktop. A picture of the suite upstairs appeared. He nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, let's wait and see. If there is no news, we will help him create it."

Albert said: "Today is the peak of Martin Davis' life. I don't know how it feels to fall from the peak to the bottom."

 Three people laughed at the same time.

Alex pointed to the trailer and the clothes they had changed into: "I'll let Wolfe take them away later."

 Before eleven o'clock, the White House celebration ended and people left one after another.

 Martin met Bruce and waited for Jonathan to drive over.

Bruce whispered: "I just received news from the hotel that someone pretended to be a waiter on the 12th floor and entered our room."

He spoke very quickly: "It is certain that there are three of them. Murphy has opened a new room on the same floor and is watching them."

 Martin nodded and considered countermeasures.

 Jonathan drove over and asked the two of them to get in the car.

 Martin did not get in the car, but walked to the driver's seat and said, "John, I encountered a situation that may be very complicated."

"I'm just a White House staff member and can't do much," Jonathan said.

"It may be related to the President of the White House, and it may also endanger the country's reputation." Martin first boasted: "The three gunmen in the Burbank Middle School incident were Russians. One of them had a grandfather who was the leader of a large gang in Russia. After the shooting incident, the LAPD swept away the Russian forces in Los Angeles and got important information from it. The grandfather was preparing to take revenge on me because his grandson, the gunman who I shot in the head with Coke, died of his injuries. "

Jonathan listened without any expression.

Martin continued: "I was worried about retaliation, so I hired two bodyguards to protect me secretly. Just over half an hour ago, they discovered that two tall white men entered my suite pretending to be hotel waiters."

 Jonathan was moved: "Are you sure?"

"Sure!" Martin said seriously: "I'm worried now, if the Russians want to retaliate against me, will they set off explosives? Or use firearms or something like that. Those polar bears are crazy! Not the most popular. Well, if so, the consequences would be disastrous.”

“I want to give feedback to my superiors, please wait a moment.” Jonathan picked up the walkie-talkie.

 A few minutes later, he took Martin and Bruce into an office.

 A tall middle-aged man came over to shake Martin's hand: “I am Brian, the senior director of the White House Secret Service.”

 Martin shook hands with him: "Hello."

 A female staff member next to her came over at this time, asked Brian to step aside with her, and whispered: "Supervisor, I have contacted the LAPD. The situation between Mr. Davis and Russia is true."

 Brian realized the seriousness of the problem. Martin Davis had just received the Presidential Medal of Freedom. If he was killed by the Russians, what would be the face of the United States?

There were another explosion or shooting incident in Washington on Independence Day...

 Brian found Martin again: "Can your bodyguard determine their location?"

 Martin said: “On the 11th floor.”

Blaine once again reported it to his superiors. The White House took it very seriously, and Xiaobu personally called the FBI.

 An elite team set off quickly and arrived near the Hilton Hotel.

  Someone has contacted the hotel's senior management.

It was nearly noon, and Alex asked for a meal from the hotel. As a journalist with high professionalism, it was a basic quality to stay on the news for a long time.

Before long, there was a knock on the door: "Sir, your lunch has arrived."

White went over, looked at the peephole, saw the waiter pushing the dining cart, and opened the door.

 The waiter turned around and ran away.

 A shock bomb passed over White's head, fell into the room and exploded.

With the world spinning, White fell to the ground and vaguely felt many people stepping on his body and rushing into the room.

White was in pain and wanted to vomit blood. Before he could open his mouth, a hard leather boot fell on his face, and his tall nose immediately fell to one side.

 The screams of Alex and Albert rang out.

 The former was hit in the head by the **** of a shotgun, and blood flowed all over his face.

 The latter was pinned to the ground with a huge knee on his neck.

 “Don't move!” Then the shouts rang out: “FBI!”

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