"What happened yesterday?"
At the beverage reception area of the film and television base, Shermer took a bottle of iced Coke, took a big sip, and asked, "You didn't ask him out?"
Pratt was helpless: "He was very busy, and I couldn't force him to go because he had something to do last night."
Shermer clenched the Coke bottle: "Look for an opportunity to ask him out again, and be careful with your words so as not to arouse his disgust and alertness."
Pratt patted his thick chest: "I'm an actor."
Shermer drank the Coke and left.
Pratt wiped the sweat from his head and drank a bottle of Coke.
There isn't much else in Atlanta, just enough Coca-Cola.
Before the bottle was finished, a hand that was almost whitewashed stretched out from the side and hugged Pratt's shoulder as he had done recently.
Mene came from behind and said, "Man, you're under too much pressure, are you tired?"
Seeing that the person coming was Martin's younger brother, Pratt cheered up and smiled: "I see Martin is busy over there, come out and take a breather."
Mene patted him on the shoulder and went to get a Coke. When he saw the back of the black man walking away, he asked casually: "You have been whispering to the people in the next group lately. What are you discussing?"
Pratt's heart skipped a beat, and the smile on his face froze slightly, then returned to normal in an instant: "You said Shermer, he is from Atlanta, I asked where the fun nightclubs are."
Mene said: "If you have any fun, please call me."
Pratt responded: "I will definitely call you."
In fact, Mene has been paying attention to Pratt since he started courting Martin.
When someone jumps out to grab the older brother, the younger brother is the most anxious.
At noon, the crew left the studio one after another and went to the restaurant to have dinner.
Mene and Bruce walked together: "That fat guy who is so attentive always feels weird."
Bruce asked: "Worried about him taking your position? Didn't I tell you, the friendship between us cannot be compared 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 had the consciousness of a bad person: "Old Boo, he won't join forces with others to secretly sell Martin's news to outside media, right?"
Bruce couldn't help but think of the shabby things that Martin had done, eating at home and eating at home 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 were having an affair.
However, the crew denied it, and neither Martin nor Jolie admitted it. It was just gossip.
Many leading actors and actresses on the show have had similar scandals.
After lunch, Bruce also mentioned it to Martin. Martin didn't pay attention at first, but when he was finishing work in the afternoon, Pratt approached him again and wanted to treat him in the evening.
"It doesn't have to be like this." Martin blocked the road directly: "I have been an actor step by step since I was a child. I know that every step is not easy. You don't need to ask me specially."
Pratt wanted to say something, but for a moment he didn't know how to say it.
Martin said deliberately: "I will help you if I have the chance."
After hearing this, some words almost rushed out of Pratt's mouth, but thinking of those videos, he held back.
Martin nodded at him: "That's it."
Pratt was helpless and could only say: "Thank you, Martin."
Watching Martin get into the car and leave, he could only leave the film and television center alone, walk half the street, and get into Shermer's car.
Pratt quickly went over the specific situation and explained: "I tried my best, but he didn't go to the nightclub at all, and there was nothing I could do about it."
He didn't want to continue: "Martin has said this, and if I invite him again, it is likely to arouse his suspicion."
"There is no other way." Shermer took out his cell phone and called Fred.
Fred told him to wait.
A few minutes later, the call came back: "The boss said that the second plan will be activated."
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 his possible location in a timely manner."
Pratt relaxed a little. This was better than taking Martin to that nightclub in person.
Shermer gave him a few more words and drove him back to the hotel.
Not far away, Mene came out of a roadside cafe and called Bruce: "It doesn't seem to be anything special. The fat man got into his black friend's car."
At the Hyatt Regency Hotel where the crew stayed, Martin went back to his room to take a shower and change into casual clothes. He checked the time and asked Bruce to go to the Peachtree Hotel with him.
Both sides are on Peachtree Street, not too far apart.
Martin called Elena in the car. They went out to look at houses today and had just returned to the hotel.
Elena said: "Lily and Hall are excited and making an annoying noise. There is a bar downstairs. You go there and wait for me first. I will take a shower first."
Martin said, "Okay."
In less than ten minutes, Bruce pulled into the hotel parking lot.
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 the Hyatt."
Martin turned into the Qing Bar, found a quiet place to sit down, and asked, "Who is he?"
Bruce's phone rang again and he received a multimedia message. He opened it and handed it to Martin: "Fat man."
The photo was of a person who had just gotten out of the car. It was blurry, but you could tell it was Chris Pratt.
"What are you following me for? Is someone instructing you?" Martin carefully thought about the situation he may have encountered recently: "Tyler Perry? Or is it related to the Russians?"
Bruce asked: "You have a gun?"
Martin had a gun license from Georgia and nodded: "I brought it."
"Let's sit separately. Please pay attention. Duke and Murphy followed him in." Bruce went to the entrance of the bar and formed an angle with Martin.
Martin looked around carefully, took out his mobile phone, called Elena, and told her not to come down yet.
Not long after the meeting, a tall, sexy and blonde girl entered the bar.
She sat at the bar and ordered a drink.
Martin glanced at her from behind and felt that her figure looked somewhat like Lily.
The girl took a sip of her wine and looked around the bar. When she saw Martin, her eyes stayed there for a few seconds, then turned into surprise, and walked over quickly with her high heels clicking.
Martin put a hand inside his coat.
Bruce's clothes have a slight bulge.
Before the girl came to Martin's table, she was dancing excitedly. She took out her phone and shook it at Martin: "Hello, Martin! I...I am...your fan!"
"Hello." Martin said calmly.
He didn't believe a word of this, because he himself had said it countless times and had a deep understanding of the tone, voice and matching movements.
"My name is Lina, and I really like the summer between mountains and jeans!" Lina raised her head and lifted her blond hair, showing off her figure: "Martin, can I take a photo with you?"
"I'm waiting for a friend. It's not convenient." Martin has been fighting for the past few days. He feels confident and his words are not tough.
What kind of women are all red and pink skulls.
Lina didn't expect this kind of answer. She paused her words and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."
She looked around and took out a tissue from the tissue box: "Can you sign it for me? I didn't bring my signature book..."
Martin still didn't follow the routine: "Sorry, I didn't bring a pen."
Lina put on a nice smile: "It doesn't matter." She simply pulled out the chair and sat across from her: "I'm so lucky to meet you here. I can treat you..."
The smell of something wrong was too obvious, but Martin had seen with his own eyes how Adrian was framed by Paris's beauty trap.
Even if it's not a honey trap, it's still something else.
Martin knocked his head.
On the other side, Bruce dialed with one click.
Before Lina could finish what she said, Martin's cell phone rang. He took it out to answer the call and asked, "What's wrong? Lily fell? Just wait for me, I'll be there right away."
He hung up the phone: "Sorry, something urgent happened here."
This script was totally wrong, so Lina didn’t make any plans in this regard, so she could only smile and say: “It doesn’t matter.”
Martin quickly walked out of the bar.
On the other side, Bruce had already called: "Duke, pay attention to the blond woman in the bar. Murphy, look at the fat man."
Seeing Martin, the two of them tacitly turned to the deserted passage.
Martin said: "It's probably not the Russians, but they have a problem." He asked Bruce: "It shouldn't be useless to call the police, right?"
"It's useless to call the police. They didn't do anything. APD can only 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 was left to me. , you go, what happens after that has nothing to do with you.”
Following the formal procedures, there was no telling how long this messy matter would last, so Bruce decided to deal with it quickly.
Martin said: "Notify me in time if there is any situation." He remembered the person Menet mentioned, the black man on the crew next door, and reminded: "Don't forget Pratt's friend."
Bruce nodded, took out his mobile phone, and dialed Sophia's number directly. As soon as the call was connected, his legs were shaking and he forced his voice to steady: "Someone is going to attack the project you invested in and make all your investment lose. "
The wanted order involved an investment of tens of millions of dollars. Sophia ignored teasing Bruce and asked: "Which bastard is so bold?"
Bruce said something quickly and concisely.
Sophia said no nonsense: "You keep an eye on them and don't let them run away."
Bruce turned out of the safe passage and entered a coffee shop connected to the hotel. From the main entrance of the coffee shop to the side road, he found the car Pratt came in from a distance. There was a black man sitting in the driver's seat of the car.
Duke's car drove over, and Bruce, who was more familiar with Atlanta, got into the driver's seat.
Pratt and the woman didn't come out for the time being, obviously they still didn't give up.
Meanwhile, Saijo Street Beast House Club.
Ivan and Jinmao each led three people out and shouted: "Hurry up! Hurry up! Go and support Lao Bu. If you are slow, Lao Bu will have his butt blown off!"
The guys grabbed their guns, got into two cars and drove toward Peachtree Street.
(End of chapter)
