America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz

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At the edge of Pine Forest, another skyrocket flew out, exploding into a red mist.

Leonardo peered through the gaps between the trees and spotted two familiar figures, saying, "Jack and Meryl have escaped!"

Martin pulled the backpack with the skyrocket up, saying, "Let's go!"

Leonardo hurriedly packed the homemade mortar into his bag and followed Martin out of the forest.

Silsa Ronan reacted quickly and immediately followed the two.

Martin jumped onto the electric scooter, with Leonardo climbing on right after.

"Wait for me!" Silsa lunged over.

Once she was on, Martin drove forward.

Leonardo warned Silsa, "You can't tell anyone about what happened today!"

Martin gestured with his hand, "The consequences will be severe."

Thinking about the foolish things these clowns had done, Silsa was somewhat worried and nodded repeatedly, "I swear to God, I won't tell anyone."

Leonardo winked at Martin; they didn't really care if others found out.

Yet on their way here, no one had actually noticed them.

Martin then said, "You're Silsa Ronan, filming with the Atonement crew; I've got you in mind now."

With a distressed face, Silsa asked, "Can you guys just forget about me?"

Martin pointed to the digital camera hanging around her neck, "What were you doing back there in Pine Forest?"

Concerned about privacy, Silsa didn't want to say.

Leonardo pulled a skyrocket out of his pocket and sized up Silsa, as if considering where it might fit.

Silsa quickly said, "I just thought those people messing around in the forest looked interesting. I'd come over to watch when I'm free. I had fewer scenes today, so I brought a camera... "

Martin reached out his hand: "The camera."

Silsa hesitantly handed it to Martin, "I've deleted yours already."

Martin carefully looked through the photos, indeed they were all from today, and said, "Doing this could get you killed."

Silsa, also an actor, understood the meaning behind Martin's words, "You won't tell others, will you?"

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Leonardo teased her on purpose, "That depends on what you do."

Silsa unconsciously shrank back, wanting to jump off the scooter, worried about the camera, and regretted ever being a peeping Tom...

Seeing Leonardo playing the bad guy, Martin decided to be the good one, "What Leo means is you need to give us something in return." Having seen the kindness of big sisters, he naturally slipped into the role of the understanding big brother, "How about this, you treat Leo and me to a nice meal, and we'll pretend not to know anything."

Silsa quickly reached into her pocket.

Martin said again, "Peeping is no problem, messing around is also no problem, but don't take photos carelessly, you actually can get killed."

This guy was much nicer than Leonardo! Silsa nodded, pulling out some coins from her pocket that added up to less than five pounds, "How about I treat you to ice cream?"

Leonardo said, "That's fine."

Since his buddy had agreed, Martin didn't say more. After driving a bit further, he stopped the scooter in front of an ice cream shop on the outskirts of the commercial town.

Leonardo covered the two backpacks well and entered the shop with Martin and Silsa.

The three of them each ordered a normal ice cream. Silsa paid, and they sat at a table near the glass curtain wall, leisurely enjoying their treat.

Leonardo reminded Martin, "Keep an eye out."

Martin had already seen, a few disheveled figures were making their way back from the north.

With a big scoop of ice cream, Silsa said, "I saw these people in the forest today, following Nicholson and Streep."

Leonardo said, "How old are you, and already peeping. Do you plan to become a voyeur?"

Silsa was a bit scared of Leonardo and didn't dare to respond.

"Old Jack is here." As Martin announced, an electric scooter whizzed past the front of the ice cream shop with Nicholson and Streep on it.

Apart from the dirt and dust on their clothes, the two looked otherwise unharmed.

Leonardo said, "Jack will definitely thank us for this special gift."

"If he doesn't thank us properly, we'll send him an even more expensive gift next time." Martin felt today's ice cream was especially delightful, "I think Jack really liked our gift."

Leonardo pointed in the direction where the scooter had disappeared, "I saw it, he was very happy."

The three ate slowly, especially savoring their ice cream as they watched people pass by in a sorry state from the north.

After a while, the last electric scooter came from the north. It was moving especially slowly and wobbling as though the driver was drunk.

The scooter stopped at the entrance of the nearest ice cream shop. Bale and Blanchett, as if in slow motion, got off with great difficulty, limping into the store.

"Let's find a place to sit and rest," Bale said. "I've called my assistant; she'll be here in a bit..."

He stopped mid-sentence because he saw Martin.

Blanchett, noticing not just Martin but also Leonardo, pulled at Bale, "Let's rest first."

Bale sat down with great difficulty, his leg that had cramped was terribly sore.

Worse still was that his groin had been tugged by Blanchett as they fell, tearing painfully.

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Blanchett sat down, but the moment her bottom touched the hard plastic chair, she sprung up again, feeling a stinging pain.

In the forest, she had landed on her bottom first, falling too heavily.

Consequently, the gazes of Martin, Leonardo, and the ice cream shop's staff, along with everyone else's, shifted her way.

"Could you fetch me a cushion, please?" Blanchett, true to her status as a top-tier actress, showed no sign of discomfort and maintained her composure gracefully.

The waiter brought over a cushion.

After tipping first, Blanchett seated herself carefully on the less painful half of her bottom, on the cushion.

Silsa whispered, with a hint of flattery, "I saw them in Pine Forest, they were following Jack Nicholson and Meryl Streep…"

Upon hearing this, Martin and Leonardo roughly guessed what might have happened.

Martin shot a look at Leonardo.

The scoundrels had an unspoken understanding, and Leonardo showed no concern for the feelings of those British actors, turning instead to ask, "Chris, are you injured? Need any help?"

Martin, paying close attention, added, "Kate, you don't look too comfortable either. If you need any assistance, just let us know."

Blanchett wasn't too fond of Martin and replied curtly, "No need."

Martin, ever so friendly, "If you need anything, Leo and I are right here."

Blanchett nodded slightly and, because her bottom was so sore, her face still looked quite pained.

The waitstaff at the shop were whispering amongst themselves.

"Martin and Leonardo are such nice people, truly gentlemanly."

"That Blanchett not only looks ugly, but she's also a nasty piece of work."

"The Sun's reporters are just outside the studio; let's sell them the scoop when we get off work!"

Hurried footsteps at the entrance interrupted the women's gossip as two people ran into the shop and approached where Blanchett and Bale were sitting.

The latter two murmured a few words and then left the ice cream shop, assisted by their respective aides.

After these people departed, Martin and his companions finished their ice cream and left the shop as well.

Upon boarding the golf cart, Leonardo asked, "Kid, where to?"

Silsa, not wanting to face the somewhat fierce Leonardo, tugged at the amiable Martin's sleeve, "Could you drop me back at the Atonement crew's site?"

Martin knew where the Atonement crew was based, so he drove the golf cart in that direction.

Silsa, seeing that Martin was so agreeable, asked, "Can I take a photo with you later? I really love your performance in 'The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants.'

The golf cart passed through the service area town and arrived in front of a medium-sized studio.

Silsa got off, grabbed Martin, and asked Leonardo to take a photo of them together.

Then, she waved to Martin, "Goodbye, Martin."

Silsa ignored Leonardo and ran into the studio.

Leonardo, taking the driver's seat, remarked, "I've realized, Nicholson should step down as the head scoundrel. You're much dirtier than him."

Martin, getting into the car, spread his hands, "Stop slandering me. In the ranking of the Trio of Scoundrels, Nicholson is the leader, then you, and I am last."

Leonardo looked back at the studio used by the Atonement crew, "How old is Silsa Ronan, I wonder?"

Martin couldn't help but shake his head, "True to form, only the dirtiest mind would entertain the filthiest thoughts! Leo, please don't be so shameless as to plot on a young girl!"

Leonardo, amused despite himself, almost wished he could drag this jerk into a collision with a tree, "How did I ever get to know a person like you!"

Martin said lightly, "Because we're the same kind of people."

Leonardo had no rebuttal.

They handed over their homemade weapons to Bruce for disposal and quickly left the studio, heading back to the hotel they were staying at.

In less than an hour, just as expected, Nicholson returned.

"Hey, Jack, what's wrong?" Leonardo asked instinctively, "Why do you look so upset?"

Nicholson took off his sunglasses, threw them on the table, and, looking at both Martin and Leonardo, demanded, "Tell me, what have you two done?"

Leonardo, with his usual glare, "Done what? We…"

Nicholson pointed to his expression, "You're acting."

Martin, exasperated, "Leo, could you show some spine, make some progress? Can't you drop your three signature moves? Anyone dragged off the street could tell 'Leonardo acts with furrowed brows, wide eyes, and a roar!'"

Nicholson just shook his head, "Unless the Oscar judges are blind, they wouldn't cast a vote for you."

"Exactly!" Martin slung his arm around Nicholson's shoulder, "He's terrible. During awards season, say some good words for me, pay no mind to Leo."

Leonardo, feeling mocked, suddenly sensed something was off. Martin was supposed to be on his side, so why had he teamed up with Nicholson?

Could this man be any more despicable?

Leonardo resolved to find time to speak with Nicholson properly, to ask him to step down as the boss because the biggest scoundrel of the Trio of Scoundrels ought to be the leader.

Actually, being a scoundrel or not didn't matter much, it was just for fun.

After all, at his level, seeking fun was the true essence of life.

Chasing women was like this, and causing trouble was the same.