America gains both fame and fortune

Chapter 522 Martin is a good doctor

In the not-so-spacious room, Leonardo sat alone on the sofa rocking chair, as if he was asleep, without making any sound.

In a daze, he seemed to hear some noise. He opened his eyes and looked around, but found nothing unusual. He picked up the dart at hand and threw it away.

Maybe it was just luck that the dart hit the center of the target.

Leonardo closed his eyes again, thinking about where to go to meet models and relax after get off work.

As he was thinking, the faces of Martin and Nicholson suddenly flashed before his eyes. He shook his head quickly. He was thinking about the blonde, long-legged supermodel, so why did he think of these two bastards?

However, Leonardo hadn't seen them for a long time, and he inexplicably missed them a little.

Those two bastards didn’t even bother to come visit the set!

Leonardo heard the strange sound again. He opened his eyes and looked again. It was as if a rocket was lit on his butt, and he jumped up.

I jumped so fast that the sofa rocking chair tilted.

A dozen mice were frightened and ran out from the walls and corners. Some of them ran towards Leonardo in panic.

"Ah! Ah——" Leonardo's hair stood on end and he instantly burst out at his fastest speed of 11 meters per hour and rushed towards the door.

He tried to open the door, but found it was locked from the outside.

More mice were scared out by him, dozens of them, running around in the small room.

Two of them even hit Leonardo's feet.

Leonardo jumped up like a frightened rabbit, grabbed the open window above the door with his hands, and struggled to move upwards.

He was still shouting, "Help! Help!"

In desperation, Leonardo burst out with tremendous strength, pulled his heavy body with his arms, and his head popped out from the windowsill.

Then the shoulders and chest.

At this moment, Leonardo used his three-combo trick again, frowning, glaring, and shouting: "Help!"

But after shouting just one sentence, he stopped.

Just outside the door, Leonardo saw the two old friends he had been thinking about day and night.

Martin and Nicholson!
Leonardo discovered that the two men were wearing thick leather gloves, each holding a mouse in the gloves, and four eyes like the demons of the century were looking at his handsome face.

Martin held the mouse by its tail, shook the poor mouse, and said to Leonardo, "I've been practicing throwing recently. My technique is not very good, but at this close, I think I should be able to hit your face."

Nicholson continued, "Leo, open your mouth. My target is your mouth. Please cooperate and open it quickly."

Leonardo roared: "I treat you as brothers, do you treat me as a cat?"

"Don't flatter yourself!" Martin loudly rebuked Leonardo who didn't appreciate his brother's kindness: "Whose cat would scream when scared by a mouse?"

Leonardo tried a soft approach when hard tactics didn't work: "You two should have some conscience and help your brothers."

Nicholson made a gesture as if he was throwing a mouse, and Leonardo was so scared that his hands loosened and he fell down.

After a muffled thud, there was a squeaking sound.

Leonardo felt something under his feet. When he looked down, he saw a mouse whose lower body was smashed to pieces by his big foot.

All the internal organs were sprayed out.

Seeing this slightly bloody and disgusting scene, Leonardo didn't know why, but suddenly felt that the mouse was nothing at all, and he raised his big feet and put them down again.

Face your fear, overcome your fear, and become your fear!

The poor mouse's head turned into pulp.

The other mice all ran away in an instant.

Leonardo felt strangely relieved, grabbed the dead mouse by the tail, and threw it out of the window: "I'm giving you a gift!"

Those two bastards are still out there, we can't let them have it easy! "

Martin had sharp eyes and good skills. When he saw something flying out, he dodged and hid beside the door.

The dead rat hit the wall on the other side of the corridor with a bang, and there were many blood spots on Nicholson's head and clothes.

It seemed like something fell on his sunglasses.

Nicholson, the old pervert, had been through everything and didn't care at all. He turned around to look at the mouse that had fallen to the ground and gave Martin a thumbs up: "Your special treatment worked!"

He went forward, unlocked the door and opened it.

Leonardo rushed out and ran into Nicholson's arms.

The latter hugged the former and rubbed his face against Leonardo's: "My good brother, you finally overcame your inner fear!"

"Let me go! Let me go quickly." Leonardo felt something sticky rubbing from Nicholson's sunglasses onto his face.

Martin was disgusted by these two bastards and said, "Go and clean it up quickly."

Leonardo looked at Martin and said, "You come to visit me, don't you want a hug?"

When the trio faced the inside, they were all fence-sitters with no stance. Nicholson let go of Leonardo and wanted to come over to pull Martin.

Martin hurried away, far away from them. Nicholson shouted angrily: "Disloyal bastards!"

Martin shouted, and the cleaning team and rat catching team that the crew had contacted in advance rushed into the lounge and started catching rats.

Half an hour later, Nicholson and Leonardo, who had showered and changed their clothes, came out and joined Martin.

Leonardo pointed at the two bastards and said, "Is this your treatment plan?"

Nicholson had no moral integrity and became a traitor: "It was all Martin's idea and had nothing to do with me."

Martin's nose was almost crooked with anger: "You called me and asked me to come over to treat Leo together, and you also added the details of the treatment plan. You said it has nothing to do with you?"

"Treatment? You two bastards think this is treatment?" Leonardo glared, frowned, and roared: "Have you ever thought about what to do if my problem gets worse?"

Martin said seriously: "Brother, have you ever thought that the best way to overcome fear is to face it!"

Leonardo said: "Because I am strong enough, if it were someone else, I would drive you crazy!"

Martin patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I have contacted Dr. Laura." He specifically explained: "Laura is my psychiatrist, and her medical skills are very good."

Nicholson took out his sunglasses and put them on. "I've booked a room for you at the Presbyterian Hospital Psychiatric Center. Martin will pay for it."

Leonardo was quite helpless: "How did I get to know you two bastards!"

Martin asked, "Are you still afraid of mice?"

"Of course I'm not afraid!" Leonardo put his hands on his waist, as if the person who was scared by the mice and screamed for help was not him: "If there are 100 more, I dare to kill them all."

Martin asked them both at the same time: "Is my treatment plan effective? Huh? Just tell me, is it top-notch? Do you want to call me Doctor Martin?"

Nicholson and Leonardo looked at each other.

Scorsese came in from the other side and saw Leonardo and Martin and Nicholson attacking each other, blowing shit, and getting a headache.

If these three idiots get together, even God will go crazy.

He quickly asked: "Leo, are you okay?"

Leonardo stretched and said, "Great, I feel like I'm back to normal."

Scorsese looked from Martin to Nicholson and felt that something was not right between these three bastards.

Leonardo came over and put his arm around Scorsese’s shoulders: “Director, I’m going to rest today. I’ll be fully refreshed and ready to work tomorrow.”

"Okay!" Scorsese was really worried about the trio, and since he was old friends with Martin and Nicholson, he specifically said, "You three, don't cause any trouble in the crew. This is a serious crew. Except for Leo, no one else can stand your nonsense."

Martin patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, Director. I will control these two bastards who have no idea what's going on when they start making trouble."

Before they could object, Martin shouted, "Let's go."

The three of them left the office building and walked towards the parking lot, passing by several studios rented by the "Shutter Island" crew.

From a distance, Martin saw a familiar figure.

Heath Ledger came towards them holding a girl of three or four years old.

He also saw Martin and the other two and stopped automatically.

Martin ignored him and walked past.

Heath Ledger looked at Martin with complicated eyes as he walked further and further away.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" the little girl asked. "Take me to find my mom."

"Let's go find mom now." Heath Ledger smiled at the little girl and carried her towards the studio.

On the other side, Martin asked, "Is Heath Ledger also in the crew?"

"His ex-girlfriend Michelle Williams played a supporting actress." Leonardo suddenly thought of a good idea to tease Martin: "I heard that you and Heath Ledger had a very unhappy relationship. He has been visiting the crew frequently recently. He probably wants to restore his relationship with Michelle Williams."

Martin knew he would only give bad advice: "You can shut up now."

Leonardo insisted: "I will introduce Michelle to you. Ask her out for a drink tonight. I can see that Michelle is lonely and needs a man's comfort..."

Martin said: "These people are the past. I like to look forward. There is no need to dwell on them. It will not benefit me."

Nicholson rarely agreed with Martin: "Are we three short of women?"

The three of them got in the car, Bruce drove to the hotel, and they all went into Leonardo's luxury suite to drink.

Martin opened a bottle of whiskey and poured three glasses.

Nicholson picked up a glass and said, "Gisele got engaged and didn't invite us to her pre-wedding party. That's wrong!"

Leonardo took the glass and drank half of it in one gulp.

Martin asked, "You're not just upset about the mice, but also because Giselle is engaged?"

"Who am I? Would I be sad for a woman?" Leonardo drank the remaining wine in the glass in one gulp: "Martin, don't be ridiculous. Would I be sad for a supermodel?"

He stressed: "I will never give up the whole forest for a tree in my life!"

Martin poured him another glass of wine: "I believe the last sentence is true."

(End of this chapter)