America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz

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The sky had darkened, and Shelmer had just contacted Fred, who told him to keep his cool and look for another opportunity if there was no catch this time.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the co-driver's window, and a white man loudly pointed at the front right tire, "Your tire is losing air over here."

Shelmer opened the door and went around to check.

"Don't move." Ivan stood blocking the exterior while holding a gun on the inside.

Before Shelmer could react, two people rushed from behind, pressing something hard against his lower back.

One of them said, "Walk forward, don't talk."

Shelmer walked on, trying to stay calm, "Buddy..."

"Shut up." Before he could finish speaking, he felt something sharp pierce his clothing and skin.

Shelmer was pushed into a van.

The left-behind Goldie checked Shelmer's car to make sure everything was okay, then quickly left.

At the same time, Pratt and Lina were also stuffed into a car.

In a warehouse near the Atlanta Airport.

Sophia, in a tank top and shorts, did a set of dumbbell exercises while waiting for people to arrive.

Chris Pratt had just been hung from the steel beam by Ivan as Bruce accompanied Martin up the fire escape to the second floor. Entering the office, they could see and hear everything going on below through the large window.

Sophia, direct and to the point, didn't ask any questions; she simply said to the person next to her, "Take off his pants."

Scott walked over with legs wide apart and a bowlegged stride, pulling off Pratt's belt.

Pratt, looking at the peculiar gait of this perverted maniac, was utterly terrified, shouting loudly, "Don't, please don't do this!"

Sophia snapped her fingers, and her minions tightened the ropes, stretching Pratt into a spread-eagle position.

Scott opened his bag, took out a pink water bottle and a police baton.

Pratt was truly scared out of his wits, "What do you want to know? Just ask! Ask!"

No one spoke, no one asked; Scott picked up the baton and shoved it upwards.

A horrendous scream echoed back and forth through the warehouse.

"If you want to know something, just ask!" Pratt's voice was filled with unspeakable grievance, "Who interrogates like this!"

Scott grinned viciously, having been packaged by others all day, he finally had a chance to package someone tonight, and he sure wouldn't end it so quickly.

He gripped the baton tightly, shaking it vigorously as if cranking up an old-fashioned tank.

This white-skinned, fat tank produced a noise ten times louder than a Tiger tank.

At that moment, Sophia went over and picked up the pink water bottle.

Martin turned his head to look at Bruce, who was sweating profusely.

An even more pitiful cry arose.

Martin whispered, "I wonder if he has a kind-hearted landlord who would introduce him to a proctologist."

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"Shut up!" Bruce warned with a nasty tone.

Below them, Sophia's voice came, "Tell me, why did you do all this tonight."

Pratt, gasping for air, feeling like he was about to explode on the spot, quickly said, "I didn't want to; it was Shelmer, Shelmer set me up!"

He recounted what had happened.

Bruce said, "That's a super rotten trick."

Martin heard it clearly but said, "It's also the most effective trick on men."

The most enticing things for men are money, power, and sex.

The black man Shelman was also hung up, and Sophia, disgusted at the sight of his black skin, retreated to the dumbbells, leaving the rest of the work to Scott.

What Scott, finally having a chance to breathe freely, would do was predictable.

Shelmer was not as tough as Pratt; he spilled everything with just the baton, even confessing to a forced encounter with a 300-pound, fifty-year-old ugly black woman next door during his high school years.

As for the blonde girl Lina, not yet 16, her purpose was to seduce Martin into a trap.

Bruce examined the girl carefully through the window and after a while said, "I've noticed, this girl kind of looks like a mix between Lily and Blake."

Martin retorted, "What do you mean, you rotten person?"

Bruce shrugged, "I'm just stating a fact."

The interrogation below had ended, and the people were temporarily taken away. Sophia went up to the second floor alone.

Seeing the female King Kong approaching with a pink water bottle, Martin and Bruce unconsciously stepped back.

Sophia said, "Don't worry, I'll only make you enjoy, not suffer."

Bruce didn't believe these ghost stories and hid behind Martin.

He had said he would protect Martin's back, and that meant staying in the back.

Martin asked, "This involves Tyler Perry, how do you plan to handle it?"

Sophia's gaze sharpened, "He wants us to lose tens of millions of US dollars, I want to blow him up with my own hands, then throw him into the sea to feed the sharks."

Martin reminded her, "We're in the business of doing legal things." He said directly, "Tyler Perry might be backed by the Methodist Association, and it could involve even more people. We'll see what Kelly Gray thinks."

Sophia might be impulsive in blowing people up, but her mind was clear, "That's fine."

Martin was not a fool; Kelly was using him as bait to catch bigger fish.

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The fish had bitten the hook, and there was no way Scott would pull it in directly. Kelly's Freedom Association, and the powers behind it, were mortal enemies of those guys.

The best course of action was to pit both sides against each other, and he cheered 666.

Martin took the recording and left the warehouse with Old Cloth. On the way, he called Kelly and went straight to her villa.

Upon carefully listening to the recording, Kelly said, "Wait here, I'll be right back." She then headed to Chairwoman Julia's.

Martin waited for less than half an hour before Kelly returned.

"How did it go?" Martin asked.

Kelly replied, "Let Sophia hand the people over to APD; someone will take over, and we can just watch the rest unfold."

This was also what Martin had wanted.

He stayed with Kelly, continually receiving the latest news through her.

That evening, an APD special operations group, armed with an emergency search warrant, raided the Mandela Club with a troop of officers and rescued more than twenty unknown young girls, seizing a large cache of illegal firearms and cocaine.

A Conservative Faction councilman was trapped in a private room.

The APD had nothing on him initially, but the team leader discovered that the entire episode in the private room had been recorded.

The councilman was furious.

The news spread quickly, and Conservative Faction members who had visited the Mandela nightclub were all seething with rage.

The Methodist Association, the provider of the girls, was hit the hardest.

Then there was Tayler Perry.

Legally and in terms of shareholdings, Perry had nothing to do with the Mandela Club, but conservatives at a certain level all knew that Perry controlled the club.

Some of the news also reached Tayler Perry's ears.

Unable to determine the specifics or pinpoint where the problem lay, Perry still decided to flee.

Early in the morning, Perry had already booked a flight, took some valuables, hurried into his car, and drove towards the airport.

En route, he had to pass through a stretch of elevated expressway, where the road surface was significantly higher than the surrounding area.

As Perry's Lexus was making a turn at the intersection, a heavy truck suddenly lost control and charged toward him with a roar.

Without slowing down, the truck made it impossible for Perry to avoid the collision.

With a thunderous crash, the truck hit the Lexus, which, like a death-rolling crocodile, spun out of the intersection and plummeted into a drainage ditch by the roadside.

The truck slammed into the roadside barriers, and it seemed the driver had been knocked unconscious, as he did not exit the vehicle.

A passerby called the police, and after about fifteen minutes, several patrol cars arrived.

The truck driver was relatively unharmed. Examining the scene, one officer told his colleague, "Drunk driving, and judging by the smell, there were probably drugs involved too."

The other officer looked at the twisted sedan at the bottom of the ditch, "Tough luck for that guy."

The colleague who inspected the sedan came over and shook his head at the two others.

The first officer said, "Call for a crane and a tow truck."

Someone activated the vehicle's radio and called for support.

Car accidents like this happened almost every day in Atlanta; it wasn't something that people took to heart.

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"Famed African American actor, screenwriter, and director Tayler Perry succumbs to a car accident, Atlanta has lost a distinguished artist…" Congresswoman Erica put down her copy of "The Atlanta Constitution" and looked at Kelly Gray.

"They moved quickly!" she murmured, "They won't be able to compete with us in the film and entertainment market for a while."

Her tone shifted as she asked, "Did the news first come from Martin Davis?"

Kelly said, "He was the first to reel in the fish."

Erica nodded slightly, "I remember the last kettle affair was also related to him."

Kelly smiled, "Yes, it was a joint effort between him and me."

Erica stated, "Martin Davis, an American hero, is doing well in Hollywood. No one can ignore the cultural and opinion-forming power of Hollywood movies. We need to have our own voice in Hollywood, too."

Seeing an opportunity to control Martin, Kelly strongly endorsed him in line with the congresswoman's sentiment, "Martin's base is in Atlanta; no one is better suited than him."

Erica made a decision, "Increase our support for him so he can rise to a higher position and have a bigger voice."

Kelly responded, "I'll give him all the support I can."

Erica reminded her, "It's not easy to cultivate talent. The conservative power in Georgia is still substantial, especially the Methodist Association. Tell him to be careful not to give anyone a handle on him."

"There's good news," Kelly added, having just learned of it herself, "The Coca-Cola Company has officially decided to make Martin the North American brand ambassador for the next three years."

Erica couldn't help but smile, "There won't be any problems for a while then."

The cast of "Wanted Order" received bad news, Chris Pratt was arrested by APD due to criminal activities.

Since he still had a few scenes left to shoot, the production team made some adjustments, but the impact was minor.

Martin acted as if he knew nothing, continuing to film normally every day.

Meanwhile, the Coca-Cola Company officially announced the hiring of Martin as the Coca-Cola North American brand ambassador for the next three years!

This news immediately overshadowed the media and public's attention on Tayler Perry's fatal car accident.

Using one widely followed news story to cover up others is also the most commonly used means of media manipulation.

Coca-Cola simultaneously announced that it would hold a unique signing ceremony on June 5th at its headquarters.