America gains both fame and fortune

Chapter 600 Robbery Collision

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

The sudden noise froze the heated atmosphere in the car, and everyone, including Marina and Natalia, looked at Bruce.

"I have something to take care of." Martin stood up and went over.

Bruce glanced at the women and whispered, "There's a tail behind us, following us all the way from the hotel. They don't look like paparazzi or reporters."

Leonardo and Nicholson also came over.

The latter was most afraid of having nothing to do, so when he heard Bruce's words, he became excited and whispered, "Is there really a swallow in the car?"

Leonardo frowned. "I had someone do a background check. Everyone who came this time has more than five years of experience as an actor or model. They are not just in name only. They are very active in their respective circles."

Martin thought for a moment and asked, "What's the specific situation with the tail?"

Bruce said: "It's a silver-gray Citroen sedan, the license plate is..."

"Well, let's test it out and leave it to me." Martin glanced outside and whispered, "If Yan Zi was really in the car, why did she come? She must have come to attend the party and get close to us. So, I guess they will definitely let the party go on as normal."

Leonardo and Nicholson both nodded.

"How about this..." Martin whispered a few words.

Leonardo agreed: "Okay, I'll listen to you. You're the bastard with the most bad ideas."

Nicholson wanted to go up, but since Martin had come up with the idea, it was not a good idea to take it over, so he said, "If your method doesn't work, I'll take over."

Martin nodded: "Okay."

Bruce returned to the cockpit and closed the aisle door.

Martin grabbed the handrail and turned to look at everyone.

Maybe this will take a little too long, and some people are fiddling with their phones out of boredom.

Natalia turned off her phone and asked, "What happened?"

Martin said directly: "Everyone may have to stay in the car for a while. We have a tail following us. A Citroen has been following us since the hotel. I suspect they have ulterior motives."

"Could it be the paparazzi?" Elena asked.

"I hope it's just entertainment reporters or paparazzi." Martin was very cautious: "I've encountered some bad things, I'm sure everyone has heard about them. These things have made me develop a habit of always thinking the worst of everything."

Sasha Ruth laughed and shouted, "You are the God of Coke!"

All the women started laughing and shouting.

Martin clapped his hands and pressed them down. When the car was quiet, he said, "Let's observe the situation first to see if we can get rid of this tail. If the situation is not good, we have to cancel the party tonight and meet again another day."

The carriage was in an uproar, after all, many people had come from Russia and Ukraine.

Flying thousands of miles to send that thing off, only to fail to deliver it, any woman would feel resentful.

Martin nodded.

Leonardo stepped 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.

Their ultimate purpose of coming here is not to talk about love.

Everyone knows why.

While Leonardo was speaking, Marina held the phone in one hand, and with the help of her body covering it, 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 wanting to complete the mission.

No one in the car wanted the party to go on as planned more than she did.

After sending the text message, Marina skillfully switched back to the game interface and continued playing the game.

Martin's voice came again: "Ladies, please be patient, our super driver will try to shake off the tail."

The three had discussed a few days ago that they might be targeted by French paparazzi and had developed several plans to shake them off.

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

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In the black business car, my uncle received a message from Marina.

He immediately took the information next to him and looked at the itinerary of the "Inception" crew.

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

Given Martin's status and appeal in Hollywood, he might even be quickly attracted to other parties and forget about the Russian side.

My uncle was very decisive and gave the order: "Emergency, there is a silver-gray Citroen following the target bus, please pay attention!"

"The target vehicle has been found and is being followed!" The subordinate responded promptly. After turning an intersection, someone in another car said, "It is confirmed that the bank-colored Citroën is following the target bus. The license plate of the Citroën is..."

My uncle was disgusted by these accidents and asked, "Can you confirm the vehicle information?"

A technician retrieved the vehicle information based on the license plate: "The Citroen is a leased vehicle, and the lessee is a British person."

Hearing that it was the British, my uncle was somewhat disdainful. After thinking for a while, he said, "Find a suitable place to stop them and don't let them disturb our goal."

"Roger that!"

Someone asked: "Do you want to put the Englishman's head in your ass?"

My uncle said, "Throw it to Area 93 and let it fend for itself."

He prioritized ensuring that the party could take place, and then ordered: "The bus is very alert, everyone immediately withdraw from the pursuit and do everything possible to stop the Citroen. It must be stopped!"

It was already getting dark and the bus turned into the underground parking lot, where a vehicle that had been contacted long ago was on standby.

A car suddenly had an accident, blocking the entrance to the parking lot. Immediately afterwards, several cars were stuck in the one-way street at the entrance.

The bus entered the parking lot and stopped next to three commercial vehicles.

As the front and rear doors opened, Martin, the three bastards, and a group of girls quickly got out of the car, got into three business cars, 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 briefly repaired and slowly drove into the parking lot.

The silver-gray Citroen stuck in the traffic finally entered the parking lot.

But the target had already been lost in sight.

"Asshole!" Tom Hardy watched the Mercedes bus disappear from his sight, feeling extremely upset. He had been planning for several days but ended up getting nothing. He was very disappointed.

He did not give up easily and said, "Let's look for them. They may not have left yet."

Rogers slowed down and looked carefully for the bus.

The Citroën circled the parking lot for a while, and Tom Hardy vaguely 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 wanted to turn around.

On the opposite side, a German Volkswagen drove over, and because it was dark, it turned on the headlights.

The light was blinding, and Rogers subconsciously stepped on the brakes. Just as he was about to curse, "High-beam dog," the Volkswagen blocked the road ahead with a shrill brake sound.

The bus was just ahead. Tom Hardy was a little anxious. He rolled down the window and shouted, "Damn it! Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

There was no response from the other side, only the blinding bright light of the headlights.

Tom Hardy suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Before he could react, two more cars came from behind, one blocking the rear of the Citroen, and the other blocking the angle for the Citroen to turn around.

Several men wearing black cotton caps got out of the car.

Only their mouths and noses were exposed, and they were holding pistols, with the muzzles of the guns pointed at the front seats of the Citroen.

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 inwardly, thinking that he had encountered an armed robber. Facing the black muzzle of the gun, he didn't dare to say or do anything and quickly got out of the car.

Rogers followed suit.

The men were four against one, with guns pointed at the man's head. They twisted Tom Hardy's arms behind his back, tied him up with cable ties, sealed his mouth with tape, and put a thick black cloth bag on his head.

Then someone came and searched Tom Hardy, taking away his wallet, watch, mobile phone, necklace, etc.

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

This man was like a weird uncle dealing with a kid, and he squeezed a big piece of Tom Hardy.

"Fuck!" Tom Hardy screamed in pain, but because his mouth was sealed, he could only make strange sounds.

The strange uncle chuckled: "See, he really enjoys it!"

Tom Hardy cursed in his heart.

This man had a bad taste in his mouth and pinched it again.

Tom Hardy wanted to jump up and fight back in pain, but the gun pointed at his head cooled his blood.

"Don't move!" The strange uncle hadn't had enough fun yet, so he punched him on 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 and was also thrown into the trunk like a 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 bastards not only robbed us of our money and raped us, but also wanted to kill us?"

For a moment, Tom Hardy suddenly remembered many chaotic legends in Paris.

After an unknown amount of time, the car began to shake and Tom Hardy felt dizzy. He seemed to hear some noise in his ears, but before he could make a decision, he was dragged out and thrown to the ground.

Tom Hardy heard the sound of the car getting farther and farther away and knew that he had saved his life. He tried to get up, but his hands and feet were tied. His loud shouts hit the tape and turned into sobs.

He could only struggle violently.

"There's someone here." A voice suddenly came.

Then, Tom Hardy heard the sound of dense footsteps.

The black hood was torn off and Tom Hardy squeezed his eyes hard, only seeing darkness in the dim light.

The outstretched hand was black, the face was black, and even the hair was black.

They are dark and wrinkled, like a group of devils.

For Tom Hardy, these black people living in District 93 are the devil.

The demons tore Tom Hardy's clothes frantically.

"He has a nice coat, it's mine!"

"Don't fight me for the belt!"

"This pair of underwear fits me best!"

"Okay, I don't want the clothes anymore. This white guy has delicate skin and tender flesh..."

One by one, dark hands carried Tom Hardy down.

It's like an escaping army driving self-propelled artillery into a valley, but their way is blocked. They must blast through the obstruction with one shot after another, open up a road, and find a way out for life!
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