MTL - American Fame and Fortune-Chapter 124 Put together another plate

Chapter 124 Another plate

North Hollywood, Valley Shooting Range.

Martin was wearing earplugs, with the AR rifle on his shoulder, his eyes fixed on the moving target, and he pulled the trigger rhythmically. The bullets hit the target one after another, and none of the shots missed the target.

 The gunshots stopped, and Bruce glanced at the electronic display and said, "They all hit the target, man, your level has improved."

Antonio came over carrying an old Winchester rifle, glanced at the monitor, and shook his head: "Martin, your level is average."

 Martin put down the gun and shrugged: "It's up to you."

Antonio stood in front of the target position, as steady as a mountain of meat, raised his old-fashioned rifle, aimed at the moving target and fired repeatedly.

Every time he fired a shot, the fat all over his body trembled, as if all the recoil was resolved.

Antonio was as fat as a ball, but his hand speed put a single boy to shame. He changed the bullet in the middle and fired ten bullets. The worst shot had eight rings.

Bruce was surprised: "I didn't realize that you are the civilized person."

Martin also didn’t expect that the fat landlord could shoot quickly and accurately.

Antonio took off his earplugs and gasped for air. The two big lumps in his chest were shaking violently. It seemed that he could lie down on the spot without taking a breath.

 Martin asked: "Do you want to call the doctor?"

Antonio held on to the pillar next to him and shook his head. It took half a minute before he spoke: "I'm too fat, and the strenuous exercise of shooting is too heavy."

 Martin said: "It's a good thing you don't have a beautiful wife."

Bruce answered: "Anthony, you must not find a wife. Martin's **** father is best at seducing the neighbor's wife. Do you think he can't?"

 Martin gave Lao Bu a middle finger.

Antonio's breathing slowly became smoother, and he patted his belly, which was bigger than a basketball: "My brother has shrunk so much that he can't even see it. Why should I find a wife?" He is a man who understands well: "I have millions of dollars in assets, so why should I find a wife?" , help me spend money?”

"You have understood life." Martin did not dare to let him shoot again: "Let's go and take a rest."

　　He said as he walked: "My marksmanship is not bad."

Antonio swayed the two big lumps on his chest: "The best sharpshooters among the people are all fat people."

 As soon as we arrived at the rest area, Mene came from outside.

 He looked embarrassed: "I have an audition, I'm late."

 Martin pulled up the chair and sat down, and asked: "The one Craven recommended?"

"Yes, "Land of the Living Dead."" Mene opened his mouth and bent his hands into claws: "I play a zombie with a lot of personality. Director Craven recommended me. The casting director Eva is a 55-year-old woman. …”

 Antonio was an outsider, so he was embarrassed to say it clearly.

 Martin and Bruce can understand.

Meine is worthy of being a killer of middle-aged and elderly women.

Antonio looked at Mene for a moment, then took out a business card skillfully and handed it to him: "Doctor Hyena, specializes in anorectal surgery. If necessary, go as soon as possible without delay."

He saw Mene in a daze: "I have been in North Hollywood for many years and have seen several clients with **** prolapse."

Meinei was speechless. He originally wanted to throw it away, but after thinking about it carefully, he put it away again in case it was needed someday.

Before the Saturn Awards ceremony, he heard from Hart and Carrington that there was a poor scoundrel in Atlanta who fell in love with a rich woman who had a crush on him and made a lot of money.

If such a rich woman really came to him, it would not be impossible for him to consider it.

Someone was passing by. A young man in his twenties saw Martin. His eyes stayed on his face for a few seconds and said, "Sorry, excuse me, are you a star?"

 Martin smiled at the person: "Hello."

The young man immediately said: "You are..." He couldn't call Martin's name, but he remembered: "I have seen you taking a photo with Hugh Jackman holding the Saturn Award. You are as handsome as the photo."

Mene understood that this person did not remember Martin, but remembered that Martin had taken a photo with Hugh Jackman at the Saturn Awards. He quickly introduced: "My boss's name is Martin Davis, best young actor at the Saturn Awards, Hollywood supernova. ”

 The young man took out his mobile phone: "Take a photo together?"

 Martin did not refuse and asked Bruce to help take a group photo.

When the others left, Antonio was surprised: "Do you have fans?"

 Martin is a stinker: “I won an award once.”

Antonio stood up tremblingly: "Let's go back. Let's take a photo in front of the apartment. When you become a big star, I will put the photo in the middle of the hall. Then the house will be rented out to actors, and the rent will be double what it is now. !”

 Martin smiled: “You have to give me a commission.”

Back at the door of the apartment, Martin took a special photo with Antonio.

Looking at the time, he drove to Warner Studios.

 Made a phone call and waited for a while before Louise came out of the studio door.

 When she got into the passenger seat, Martin saw that her brows had been furrowed. He stretched out a finger and slowly smoothed it out, and asked, "Is there something bothering you?"

 “Let’s find a place to have a drink first.” Louise fastened her seat belt: “I don’t feel very good.”

 Martin started the car and headed to North Hollywood: "Work?"

 Louise didn't want to say more and asked again: "If I go bankrupt, will you kick me away?"

"Of course not," said Martin. "I'm a good man with a conscience."

　　Louis shook his head: "You? Have a conscience?" She stopped mentioning these troublesome things: "Let's go, find a place to drink."

Martin smelled a faint smell of alcohol from her body: "Did you drink at noon? Stop drinking. I'll take you to eat something special." He found a Chinese restaurant that he went to occasionally, and was worried that Louise wouldn't be used to it, so he ordered it. Localized Chinese food.

 The two of them chatted while eating.

 Louis asked: "Have you concluded the project with Craven?"

 Martin changed his chopsticks and helped her pick up the food: "There is a lack of investors..."

 Louise misunderstood and said: "A large part of the funds for my last platter was spent on "Alexander the Great"."

Martin said: "That's not what I meant. I just wanted to ask you, how feasible is it to introduce funds from Atlanta?"

 These words reminded Louise: "Of course it can be done."

"How about this, I'll put together a new set." She thought of the Gray Company over there in Atlanta: "Count in Kelly, the loser, and your supporters, and put together a new set."

She thought about it for a while: "Kelly and I don't have abundant funds, and the main investment depends on your support team. This time is different from "Zombie Gigolo". I guarantee that the project will sign a distribution sharing agreement and we can make accounts." More."

 Martin couldn't help but laugh: "I discovered that behind... No, there is no one down there. It's too difficult to climb up."

"I'm going to be on top tonight and push you down!" Louise stated her position and said, "Are you sure you can get the funds?"

 Martin nodded: "I contacted Atlanta once, and the problem is not too big." He looked at Louise affectionately: "Alcoholic, I found out, you are the best to me."

Louise snorted and told the shocking fact: "Since "Scream", none of the works produced or directed by Wes Craven has lost money."

Martin said: "When the crew is established, I will hold a party with more tricks."

　　After dinner, the two went to the Malibu beach to watch the night view for a while. When they returned to the apartment building, high-pitched singing began.

Antonio moved his fat body to the entrance of the corridor on the second floor and shouted: "Martin Davis, my gun of friendship said that I will remove you from the list of friends."

 …

 At night, Venice, a small seaside town in Los Angeles.

Kim-Kardashian parked her car in front of a hotel, made a phone call, and took the elevator to the 6th floor.

The door opened and Bruce waved to her. When she came in and locked the door, he looked at her face and asked, "What's going on?"

Jin Chuchu was pitiful: "In the afternoon, because of a piece of clothing, Paris threw it on me and my face was hit by a clothes hanger."

 Bruce saw through this woman's thoughts: "Has she fulfilled her promise in Australia?"

Jin’s face was ugly. Although he was disappointed with Paris in Brisbane, he still had a glimmer of hope.

After returning to Los Angeles for so long, Paris has not mentioned a word about the introduction of her into the celebrity circle.

 Jin was in tears: "I'm completely confused now, I don't know what to do..."

Bruce said: "It's very simple. When Paris is depressed, encourage her to go to the bar to drink. With your ability, it's not difficult to make her completely drunk. Just quarrel with her and let her drive. The rest is It’s easy.”

 Jin asked: "Am I going to come forward again, be interviewed by reporters, and defend her?"

Bruce smiled: "Didn't you say something for Paris recently in front of media reporters?"

 “I know.” Jin turned around, held his hands on the wall, and slumped his waist and raised his hips.

 An ambitious girl with a perky butt, and a perverted story that cannot be described.

Nearly an hour later, Jin came out of the room, returned to his car, opened his bag and took out the recorder, put a smile on his lips, and pressed the play button.

 As a result, all that was emitted was noise, and nothing could be heard.

"The recorder is broken?" Jin slapped it hard several times, still doing it, and threw it on the passenger seat angrily.

On the way back, Paris called and asked Jin to go back quickly and drive her out for a drink.

 There is no need to look for opportunities, because they are available at any time.

 Jin decided to do it tonight.

After picking up Paris, Jin drove to a familiar bar, carefully calculated Paris's lack of defense, and without much effort, made Paris, who was in the most dissolute stage of her life, drunk.

Jin took advantage of a small incident to anger Paris. Paris angrily scolded her on the spot and told her to get out several times.

Just like that, Jin left the bar.

  Paris drove into the car alone and prepared to return to her residence.

The car was not driving steadily and was swaying. Jin sat in the taxi that was called and followed it for a while, but found that the usual police patrol car did not appear for a long time.

She took out her mobile phone that she had prepared and dialed 911: "Hello... I was in the middle of Sunset Boulevard and saw someone driving dangerously. The license plate number is..."

 A few minutes later, a patrol car with flashing police lights appeared and Paris was asked to stop for inspection.

The car not only did not stop, but accelerated, until the LAPD took several measures to force it to stop.

Then came the routine inspection and the drunk driving test. Paris was so drunk that she couldn't even stand, let alone walk in a straight line.

 The paparazzi quickly gathered around and took pictures of the whole process.

Kim feels that Paris will at least have her driver's license suspended, and then they will find ways to get her to drive drunk...

 (End of this chapter)