Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

Chapter 129 America Doesn't Believe in Tears

At first, Irving didn't pay much attention, thinking that the two older white men were staff members arranged by Walter.

After all, the entire floor of the hotel had been booked by Walter, and these past few days, staff members would occasionally come over to relay news about Walter to him.

As the other person walked, he could see them furtively glancing around. Owen frowned and instantly sensed something was wrong.

One of the older white men walked over and sat down next to Irving, offering him a ride.

"Hey buddy, I feel like I've seen you somewhere before! You wouldn't happen to be from that recent blockbuster movie, 'The Godfather: Chinatown,' would you?"

"Is he an actor? Can I get his autograph?"

Seeing the other party's clumsy acting, Irving instantly became wary.

The sudden appearance of these two strangers, and their deliberate attempt to strike up a conversation, was clearly unusual.

When he came to this resort hotel, Xiao Hua specifically told him to be careful of any strangers who approached him without warning.

With the movie currently a huge hit, countless film companies are eyeing it covetously.

In this situation, a single wrong step or the emergence of a scandal could be fatal to the new film.

Irving naturally understood this principle.

He ignored the other person's offer and stood up directly from the hot spring pool.

"Hey, are all actors this rude?"

Seeing that Irving didn't react to his approach, the white man immediately changed tactics and started mocking Irving.

Seeing that the other party was unwilling to give up, Irving had no choice but to turn his head and look at them.

"I'm sorry, I think you've mistaken me for someone else. I'm not an actor and I don't want to be disturbed."

Irving responded coldly, his implication being all too clear: Don't bother me!

"Okay, I'm so sorry, it seems I mistook you for someone else." Seeing Owen looking at him, the older white man immediately changed his demeanor, stepped out of the hot spring, put on his bathrobe, and said enthusiastically, "But don't be so nervous, buddy. I just wanted to get to know you. Actually, I'm a tobacco dealer from Texas. I just arrived in Miami, and since you seem relatively young, I wanted to chat with you for a bit. I have some top-quality stuff here, you know what I mean, buddy. Want a couple?"

Gan!

Upon hearing that the other party was a tobacco distributor, Irving immediately lost his composure.

No, have tobacco merchants selling leaf tobacco become this arrogant now?

They just randomly pick a passerby at the resort hotel and start selling?

Irving waved his hand, pretending to be a law-abiding youth who had no interest in tobacco, and hurriedly left.

Upon seeing this, the old white man was stunned and surprised.

According to what he knew, Irving had been staying at the resort hotel for three days, during which he did nothing but eat and sleep and did not participate in any entertainment activities.

In his mind, Irving should have been bored out of his mind by now.

Faced with his sales pitch, I would definitely accept it gladly.

Why is the script different from what I imagined?

After the initial shock, the white man quickly recovered.

He quickly made a hand gesture, briefly indicating to his companions that the operation had failed.

Seeing this, the other white man shrugged helplessly, and smiled as he looked at Irving walking towards him from not far away.

Since gentle methods are not working, we have no choice but to resort to harsher measures.

Anyway, the gang leader has said that this operation must succeed, failure is not an option!

If we fail, Kyrie Irving will definitely be on guard next time we try to deal with him.

Thinking of this, the other elderly white man coughed twice.

Then, without making a sound, he took out a small bag of flour from his pocket and, in the instant Irving brushed past him, quickly put the small bag of flour into the pocket of Irving's bathrobe.

The movements were incredibly swift, completely undetectable!

Irving didn't notice the whole thing; it was obvious that this white man was a top-notch pickpocket.

Irving emerged from the hot spring area and, seeing the security guards standing in the accommodation area, hesitated for a moment before waving and calling one of them over to ask, "Who were those two middle-aged white men? How did they get into the hot spring area?"

"A middle-aged white man?" Faced with Irving's question, the burly bodyguard immediately looked puzzled. "Sir, we've been guarding the entrance to the hot spring area the whole time, and we're sure no one has entered. You...were you hallucinating?"

"Hallucination?" Owen was slightly taken aback.

They then turned back and returned to the hot spring area.

To his surprise, the two white men who had just given him a ride seemed to have vanished into thin air, disappearing within minutes.

Irving, full of questions, ran to the hot spring pool, unwilling to give up.

But still, no one was seen.

Seeing the incredulous look on Irving's face, the bodyguard standing to the side looked on with suspicion.

I suspect that Irving may have been staying here for too long and was so bored that he was hallucinating.

"What happened? Those two old white men were just here a moment ago!"

Irving scratched his head, looking completely bewildered.

Just as he was filled with confusion.

Suddenly, a police siren sounded in the distance.

the other side.

A highway in the suburbs of Miami.

Walter, who had just finished a meeting with theater chains about film scheduling, was currently driving to Miami.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Walt Studios Vice President Mike couldn't help but hum a tune as he looked at young Walt in the back: "Little Walt, first—"

"Hey, I just checked social media, and our movie is getting way more and more popular!"

The driver next to him chimed in, "Indeed, even my friends and relatives are talking about this movie now. Mr. Walter, it seems your dream is finally about to come true!"

Mike grinned, imagining Walt Studios' meteoric rise to become a top film production company thanks to "The Godfather: Chinatown," and himself receiving a promotion and a raise, reaching the pinnacle of his career. He couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Walt, do you think our movie could be nominated for an Oscar this year? I think the chances are pretty good, considering the positive reviews from both audiences and critics."

"There's hope, but not much hope," Walter said, his face also beaming with excitement.

However, compared to the two, Walter was noticeably calmer. "But it's okay. After all, this is the first film our company produced and distributed. Even if it wasn't nominated for an Oscar this year, we'll keep working hard on the next one."

As soon as Xiao Hua finished speaking, a large truck suddenly sped out from the other side of the intersection when the vehicle reached the intersection!

The truck did not slow down at all and crashed head-on into the Mercedes that Walter was riding in!

With a loud "bang"!

The Mercedes workshop was blown away, the glass shattered, and the bumper was crushed!

After rolling around on the highway more than a dozen times, the car finally crashed hard into the guardrail in the distance, smoking and lying upside down on the ground.