American Fame and Fortune Chapter 600

Chapter 600: Robbery and Collision

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

　　The sudden noise solidified the fiery 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 me. It has been following them from the hotel. It doesn't look like paparazzi or reporters."

 Leonardo and Nicholson also came.

The latter was most afraid of having nothing to do. Hearing 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 someone to do a background check. Everyone who came 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: "The silver-gray Citroën car, 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.

 “It's better than this…” Martin whispered a few words.

 Leonardo agreed: "Okay, I listen to you, you **** 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, turned around and looked at everyone.

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

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

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."

 “It's not the paparazzi, is it?” 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. "

 SashRuth smiled and shouted: "You are the God of CocCola!"

These women all laughed and shouted randomly.

Martin clapped his palms, pressed his hands down, and waited for the car to calm 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.”

The carriage is going to explode, after all, many people are coming from Russia and Ukraine.

Flying thousands of miles to deliver something, but not being able to deliver it, even a woman would feel resentful.

 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 carriage immediately became quiet.

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

 For what purpose, everyone knows clearly.

At the same time that 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.

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

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

 The three of them had discussed a few days ago that they might be targeted by French paparazzi reporters, and they had made several plans to get rid of the paparazzi.

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

 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.

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

With Martin's status and appeal in Hollywood, he will soon be attracted to parties in other parties and forget about Russia.

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...”

Uncle was disgusted with these accidents and asked: "Can you confirm the vehicle information?"

 Technicians retrieved the vehicle information based on the license plate: "Citroen is a rental vehicle, and the lessee is a British person."

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

"receive!"

"receive!"

Someone asked one more question: "Do you want to put a British guy's head in your butt?"

Uncle said: "Throw it into District 93 and let it fend for itself."

He gave priority to 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 the 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, many cars 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 **** 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 parked in the parking lot.

 At the entrance, the car that couldn't start was slowly repaired and slowly 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 frustrated. 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 tried to turn around.

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

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 the screeching brakes.

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 for those who are riding fast!"

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.

They only exposed their mouths and noses, 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. Faced with the black muzzle of the gun, he did not dare to say or do much, so he quickly got out of the car.

  Rogers followed suit.

Those men fought four against each other, putting pistols 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, mobile phone, necklace, etc.

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

This man is like a weird uncle dealing with children. He squeezed Tom Hardy's big lump hard.

 “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 muzzle of 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. He was also thrown into the trunk like a broken sack.

 The four cars 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 **** not only rob 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 jolt, and Tom Hardy was dizzy from the jolt. He seemed to hear something in his ears, and 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 a person here.” Suddenly a voice came.

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 extended 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 compete with me for the belt!”

 “This underwear suits me best!”

 “Okay, I don't want the clothes anymore, this white guy has fine skin and tender flesh…”

 A pair of dark hands led Tom Hardy downwards.

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

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