American fame and fortune

"What happened yesterday?"

At the beverage collection point of the film and television base, Shermer took a bottle of iced Coke, took a big gulp, and asked, "Did you ask him out?"

Pratt was very helpless: "He is very busy, and I had something to do last night, so I can't force him to go."

Shermer clenched the Coke bottle: "Find an opportunity to ask him again, and be careful with your words, so as not to arouse his resentment and alertness."

Pratt patted his thick chest: "I'm an actor."

Shermer drank the Coke and left here.

Pratt wiped the sweat off his brow and drank a bottle of Coke.

There is not much else in Atlanta, Coke is enough.

Before finishing a bottle, a hand that was about to be washed white was stretched out beside him, and it was the same as recently, wrapping around Pratt's shoulder.

Mene came from behind and said, "Man, too much pressure, tired?"

Seeing that the person who came was Martin's younger brother, Pratt cheered up and squeezed out a smile: "I see that Martin is busy there, so come out to take a breath."

Mene patted him on the shoulder, and also went to get a Coke. Seeing the back of the black man going away, he asked casually, "Recently, you've been talking to the people in the next group. What are you discussing?"

Pratt's heart skipped a beat, the smile on his face froze for a moment, and he returned to normal in an instant: "You said Shermer, he is from Atlanta. I asked where the nightclub was fun."

Mene said: "Remember to call me if you have fun."

Pratt responded, "I will definitely call you."

In fact, since Pratt flattered Martin, Mene has been paying attention to him.

When encountering someone who jumps out to snatch the elder brother, the most anxious one is the younger brother.

At noon, the crew left the studio one after another and went to the restaurant for dinner.

Mene walked with Bruce: "That fat man who is courteous always feels weird."

Bruce asked: "Worried about him taking your position? Didn't I tell you that the friendship between us is incomparable to him."

Mene said: "No, just this morning, I had a casual chat with him, and it felt like he was acting."

After following Martin and Bruce for a long time, he also has the consciousness of a bad person: "Old Bu, he won't join forces with others and secretly sell Martin's news to the outside media?"

Bruce couldn't help but think of the messy things Martin had done. He ate and ate many times, and said, "You should pay more attention to him."

This kind of thing is inevitable. Recently, some gossip newspapers said that Martin and Julie got together.

But the crew level denied it, and Martin and Julie didn't admit it either, it's just gossip.

The male and female protagonists of many crews have had similar scandals.

After lunch, Bruce also mentioned something to Martin. Martin didn't care about it at first, but when work was over in the afternoon, Pratt came to him again and wanted to treat him in the evening.

"It doesn't have to be like this." Martin blocked the road directly: "I also grew up as an actor step by step. I know that every step is not easy. You don't need to hire me."

Pratt wanted to say something, but for a while he didn't know how to speak.

Martin deliberately said: "I will support you when I have a chance."

Hearing this sentence, some words almost rushed out of Pratt's mouth alone, but thinking of those videos, he held back again.

Martin nodded at him: "That's it."

Pratt was helpless and could only say, "Thank you, Martin."

Seeing Martin get in the car and leave, he could only leave the film and television center alone, walked half a street, and got into Shermer's car.

Pratt went over the situation quickly, explaining: "I tried my best, but he doesn't go to nightclubs at all, and I can't help it."

He didn't want to continue: "Martin's words have come to this point, if I invite him again, it may arouse his suspicion."

"There is no other way." Shermer took out his cell phone and called Fred.

Fred made him wait.

After a few minutes, the call came back: "The boss said, start the second plan."

Shermer hung up the phone and said to Pratt: "Go back, find a way to follow or understand Martin's whereabouts, and provide him with a possible location in time."

Pratt relaxed slightly, it was better than taking Martin to that night show himself.

Shermer told him a few more words and drove him back to the hotel.

Not far away, Mene came out of the roadside cafe and called Bruce: "It seems nothing special, the fat man got into the car of his black friend."

In the Hyatt Hotel where the crew stayed, Martin went back to his room to take a shower and changed into casual clothes. After checking the time, he asked Bruce to go to the Peach Tree Hotel together.

Both sides are on Peachtree Street, not far apart.

Martin called Elena in the car. They went out to look at the house today and just returned to the hotel.

Elena said: "Lily and Hall are excited and quarreling annoyingly. There is a clean room downstairs. You go there and wait for me first. I'll take a shower first."

Martin said, "Okay."

In less than ten minutes, Bruce drove the car into the hotel parking lot.

When the two entered the lobby, Old Bu answered the phone, said a few words quickly, and said to Martin: "Duke and Murphy found a car and followed us here from Hyatt."

Martin turned into the bar, found a quiet place to sit down, and asked, "Who is it?"

Bruce's cell phone rang again, and he received a multimedia message, opened it and handed it to Martin: "Fatty."

The photo was of someone who had just gotten out of the car, and it was blurry, but it was clearly Chris Pratt.

"What do you follow me? Was someone ordered?" Martin carefully recalled the situation he might have encountered recently: "Tyler Perry? Or is it related to the Russians?"

Bruce asked, "Have you got a gun?"

Martin has a gun license from the state of Zuozhou, and nodded: "I have it."

"Let's sit separately, pay attention, Duke and Murphy followed him in." Bruce went to the entrance of the bar, forming an angle with Martin.

Martin observed the surroundings carefully, and at the same time took out his mobile phone, called Elena, and told her not to come down first.

Not long after that, a tall, sexy and hot blonde girl entered the bar.

She sat at the bar and ordered a glass of wine.

Martin glanced at her from behind, feeling that her figure somewhat resembled Lily's from the back.

The girl took a sip of her drink and looked around the bar. When she saw Martin's side, her gaze stayed for a few seconds, and then she turned into surprise, and walked over quickly, stepping on her high-heeled shoes.

Martin put one of his hands inside his coat.

Bruce's clothes, with a slight bump.

Before the girl came to Martin's table, she danced excitedly, took out her mobile phone and shook it at Martin: "Hello, Martin! I... I am... your fan!"

"Hello." Martin said calmly.

He didn't believe a single word of this, because he had said it countless times himself, and he had a deep study of the tone, voice and matching movements.

"My name is Lina, and I really like the summer of Geshan Youyan and jeans!" Lina raised her head and raised her blond hair, showing her figure clearly: "Martin, can I take a photo with you?"

"I'm waiting for a friend, it's inconvenient." Martin has been fighting with wheels these days, and he has confidence in his heart, and his words are not usually rigid.

What kind of female sex and the like are all pink skulls.

Lina didn't expect this kind of answer, she cut off her words a bit, and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay."

She looked around and took out a tissue from the tissue box: "Can you sign it for me? I don't have an autograph book..."

Martin still didn't follow the routine: "Sorry, I didn't bring a pen."

Lina smiled nicely: "It's okay." She simply pulled out the chair and sat opposite: "I am so lucky to meet you here, I can invite you..."

The smell of wrongness is too obvious, but Martin has seen with his own eyes how Adrian was framed by Paris' beauty trick.

Even if it's not a beauty trick, don't have any plans.

Martin tapped his head.

On the other side, Bruce dialed with one touch.

Before Lina could finish speaking, Martin's cell phone rang. He took it out and connected it, and asked, "What's wrong? Lily fell down? Wait for me, I'll be there right away."

He hung up the phone: "Sorry, I have something urgent here."

The script wasn't right, Lina didn't make any plans for it, so she could only smile and say, "It doesn't matter."

Martin hurried out of the bar.

On the other side, Bruce had already called: "Duke, pay attention to the blonde woman in the room. Murphy, look at that fat man."

Seeing Martin, the two tacitly turned to the unmanned safe passage.

Martin said: "Probably not the Russians, but they have a problem." He asked Bruce: "Shouldn't the police be useless?"

"It's useless to call the police, they didn't do anything, APD can at most make a record." Bruce is best at handling this kind of thing: "I called Vincent and Sophia and asked their people to take action, and the matter came to me , you go, what happens after that has nothing to do with you."

Going through the formal procedure, I don't know how long this kind of crap will last, so Bruce decided to deal with it quickly.

Martin said: "Notify me in time if there is any situation." He remembered the person mentioned by Menet, the black crew next door, and reminded: "Don't forget that friend of Pratt."

Bruce nodded, took out his mobile phone, and dialed Sophia's number directly. As soon as he got connected, his legs were shaking, and he forced his voice to stabilize: "Someone is going to attack your investment project and make you lose all your investment. "

Involving a wanted warrant of tens of millions of dollars in investment, Sophia couldn't care less about teasing Bruce, and asked, "Which bastard is so bold?"

Bruce said a few words quickly and concisely.

Sophia didn't talk nonsense: "You keep an eye on them, don't let them run away."

Bruce turned out of the safe passage and entered a coffee shop connected to the hotel. On the road from the main entrance of the coffee shop to the side, he found the car in which Pratt came from a distance away. There was a black man in the driver's seat of the car.

Duke's car drove up, and Bruce, who was more familiar with Atlanta, took the driver's seat.

Neither Pratt nor the woman came out for the time being, obviously not giving up.

Meanwhile, the Beast House Club on Saijo Street.

Ivan and Golden Retriever each led three people out, and shouted: "Hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up and support Lao Bu, if you are too late, Lao Bu will have his butt blown off!"

These guys got their guns, got into two cars, and headed down Peachtree Street.