America gains both fame and fortune

Chapter 511 Coke Infiltrates the Secret Service
Los Angeles, Beverly Hills.

Thomas finished his dinner and went upstairs to pack his luggage.

His girlfriend Victoria followed him from behind, watched Thomas find the suitcase and go into the cloakroom, and said, "You finally get to take your annual leave, why don't we go on vacation to the Caribbean?"

She opened a cabinet and took out the route map she had planned: "From Nassau to Puerto Rico, there are beautiful scenery all the way."

Thomas said, "Didn't I tell you? We're going to Washington for vacation."

"Washington? What's so fun and interesting about that damn place?" Victoria was very unhappy and raised her voice: "Washington Monument? Lincoln Memorial? Capitol Hill? I have no interest in these damn places!"

Thomas finally found love and tried to communicate calmly: "We can go to the Independence Day celebration at the White House. Ordinary people have no chance at all!"

Victoria asked, "Because of Martin, right?"

Thomas touched his already bald forehead: "Martin is about to receive the distinguished Presidential Medal of Freedom!"

"He got it, not you!" Victoria couldn't stand her boyfriend caring more about someone else: "Can't you just give in to me for once?"

Thomas also compromised slightly: "Next time, I promise."

Instead of calming Victoria down, these words made her even angrier: "Go find your Martin! See if he can sleep with you!"

"Shut your stinky mouth!" Thomas was really angry this time. He pointed at the door and said, "You can leave now!"

Victoria demanded, "You're letting me go?"

Thomas took a few deep breaths, forced himself to calm down, and said, "Let's just stop here!"

He regretted very much at this moment. He should have broken up with this woman after Hefner's last party instead of choosing to stay together with her because of that kind of thing.

No! Thomas found out that he was wrong and shouldn't have fallen in love at all!
Victoria asked, "What do you mean?"

"We're breaking up!" Thomas said this, feeling inexplicably happy. The pressure on his shoulders disappeared, the gloomy sky above his head cleared up, and he instantly became more energetic.

He immediately understood that breaking up was a real and urgent desire in his heart: "We are done, you can move out."

Victoria was furious and went to pack her things without saying a word.

Thomas watched all this coldly.

Because my mind is clouded by love, I think of many things at this moment.

How many parties has he turned down for his girlfriend? How many invitations from beautiful women has he turned down?
It’s not worth giving up a whole forest for a tree!

Victoria quickly packed her things and went downstairs with her bag.

Thomas followed.

"Don't regret it!" Victoria gave Thomas a middle finger and said, "Go to hell!"

Thomas softened his heart for a moment, but when he saw the bald head in the mirror at the entrance, he swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

There was the sound of a car starting outside and Thomas went out.

Victoria drove out, raised her middle finger to Thomas, and shouted: "Super agent Thomas is a man who needs Vigo to rise! Super agent Thomas..."

Thomas got angry and rushed out the door, yelling at the car.

She can say he is bald because it represents his hard work, but she can't say he is incapable!

Many neighbors came out to watch the fun.

Thomas hurried home because he had a lot of luggage to pack.

He swore that he would never have a girlfriend again.

A night of love is much more comfortable than this.

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Once again he came to Washington, and this time Martin was received by a Secret Service security guard named Benjamin.

The car crossed the Potomac River, turned onto Pennsylvania Avenue, and arrived at the Hilton Hotel.

Before getting off the car, Benjamin specifically said, "Mr. Davis, I will pick you up at 7 a.m. on July 4 to attend the celebration. You can move freely during this time."

Martin shook his hand. "Thank you."

Benjamin left him a business card with a phone number on it, and suddenly changed his tone, whispering, "Master, this is what I should do."

He patted his chest and said, "Long live the Coke Cult!"

Martin was slightly stunned by this, then he nodded and said, "Are you a member of the Coke Cult?"

Benjamin suddenly began to take off his clothes.

Bruce was startled and subconsciously reached for his pocket.

Benjamin unbuttoned his black jacket and white shirt, revealing the red T-shirt he was wearing underneath. He said seriously, "Forever Coke God Cult! Forever Coke God of War!"

Martin didn't expect that his followers would develop into the White House Secret Service. He nodded slightly with great momentum: "Ben, you did a great job."

He winked at Bruce.

Bruce took out a business card with his contact information and handed it to Benjamin: "Call this number when you need anything."

Benjamin said, “Yes, Master.”

Martin was about to get out of the car. Benjamin added, "Many Secret Service brothers have joined the Coca Cola Cult, and they really want to meet the leader."

Martin thought for a moment and said, "When the opportunity is right, you can help me introduce them."

Benjamin was very happy: "Yes, Master, I will find a suitable opportunity."

Bruce looked at the Secret Service agent, having seen many performances, and agents were not politicians, so he could tell that this man was not acting or talking nonsense.

Did the Cult of Coca Cola infiltrate the Secret Service and the White House Secret Service?

Benjamin accompanied Martin and Bruce into the Hilton Hotel, received the key to the suite, gave them a few instructions, and then said goodbye and left.

Martin and Bruce went upstairs and stayed in the same room as last time.

Bruce took out the equipment he had prepared in advance and carefully checked all the rooms to make sure there were no problems.

When I was in Los Angeles, the two bodyguards who were guarding my house as doormen also rushed over and lived diagonally across the street.

Martin said: "I hope we won't encounter the same bad thing as last time."

Bruce opened the window and looked outside, saying, "That shouldn't happen. Those people were too crazy last time..."

"They dare to be crazy with me, but they don't dare to do the same to Harvey Weinstein." Martin knew that Bush was talking about the reporters from the News of the World. The last time the reporter team secretly filmed him, they were not only caught by the FBI, but also labeled as Russian spies.

He asked: "Bruce, the News of the World is not doing anything about Harvey?"

Bruce has been paying attention: "Maybe he is collecting evidence, or maybe he has collected evidence, because Harvey and his relationship behind him have not been launched, after all, it involves all aspects."

Martin said bluntly: "I really want to get rid of that bastard Harvey."

Bruce told the truth: "It is difficult, or even impossible, to do it on our own."

Martin nodded: "Look for the right opportunity." He changed the subject: "I didn't expect the Coca Cola Cult to have infiltrated the Secret Service and the White House."

Bruce was also surprised: "I didn't expect it either. It seems that they like you very much, or worship you as a leader."

Martin joked: "Unfortunately, the Coca Cola Cult is a loose organization."

"Do you really want to capture the White House and dissolve the United States?" Bruce had heard Martin's nonsense when he was drunk: "That would require an army of beautiful women to do it."

Martin also took the opportunity to talk nonsense: "Perhaps Coca-Cola can hold more promotional activities for the Coca-Cola Cult in Washington to attract more young people from different departments to join the Coca-Cola Cult."

At this point, he suddenly thought: "Even if we can't do anything, if we encounter a situation in the future, maybe someone can help us say a few words, and maybe one of them can be effective."

Bruce thought for a moment and said, "Thomas has to communicate on this matter."

Speaking of the agent, he sighed: "Thomas broke up with his new girlfriend."

Martin laughed. "When he comes to Washington, we'll definitely celebrate his singleness."

Thomas, who is single and bald, seems to be more powerful in fighting.

Martin's cell phone rang. He took a look and picked up the phone: "Hi, Neves, I'm in Washington. Are you calling to treat me?"

On the other side was Neves from the FBI: "I'm at the Hilton Hotel, let's meet and talk?"

Martin said, "Let's go to the cafe next door."

The other side replied: "Okay."

Martin and Bruce went downstairs and went to the Starbucks next door.

Neves was sitting at a table in the corner and waved to the two of them.

Martin walked over quickly, sat opposite him, and said, "Congratulations on your promotion, old friend."

Neves said, "I should thank you very much."

Martin waved his hand: "No need to be polite between us."

“Without those Russian spies, I wouldn’t have made it to the assistant director position,” Neves said with a laugh.

This is obvious. He will not tell Martin some secret things, such as the fact that he is appreciated by several bigwigs in the White House, which will make it much easier for him to get back on his feet in the next four years.

Martin did not continue the topic, but asked, "How is your research on the film adaptation of the relevant incident going?"

Both parties had discussed this matter long ago, and Neves had also considered it carefully, saying, "The time is too short for this matter, and some aspects of the adaptation will be more troublesome. My suggestion is to wait a few years."

Martin understood.

Neves continued, "I have competitors within the FBI. We have unspoken rules within the FBI. Similar incidents happen too often and no one would take the initiative to expose them. But I was promoted and blocked his way forward."

Martin understood what he meant: "Will this man not cause me any trouble?"

"I won't cause you any trouble," Neves warned. "They may create some obstacles for you, such as sweeping away the limelight of you as an American hero and teaching you a little lesson. As long as they find a legitimate reason and it's not too extreme, the White House won't say anything."

Martin said, "I'm in Washington, should I keep a low profile?"

Neves suggested: "It's not about keeping a low profile, but being careful. America is a society ruled by law. They won't take action against a national public figure like you unless you break the law."

He smiled and said, "But don't forget, we are the FBI, and we are best at fishing."

Martin nodded: "I will be careful. If there is an emergency, I will call you as soon as possible."

Neves added: “The key is not to give them a chance.”

(End of this chapter)