"After investigation by the FBI, the identities of the three people can be confirmed."
Sitting on the single sofa, Neves said something that could not be more true: "Alex, White and Albert are not only of Russian descent, but also have remittances from Russia in their personal secret accounts. We have There is enough evidence to prove that the three are spies who have infiltrated the American media industry."
He glanced at Martin, but when he saw that Martin had no expression, he continued: "When the three of them were acting, they were noticed by Martin. Martin promptly alerted the FBI. With the help of Martin, the FBI captured the three spies in one fell swoop."
Staff member Cohen praised: "Mr. Davis, following the Burbank High School incident, you once again showed fearless courage and courage to tell the American people what it means to be a patriot and the American spirit."
Martin nodded to Cohen and Neves: "The FBI acted quickly and effectively and protected my safety. I will express my gratitude publicly."
Neves smiled and said, "Mr. Davis, you're welcome. This is the FBI's job."
Martin asked instead: "I want to know the current situation of the three spies and the possible outcome of the trial."
"During the operation, they resisted violently, and the FBI had to take strong measures to control the situation." Neves roughly said: "Alex suffered a fractured brow bone, Albert's cervical vertebra was dislocated, and White's nose was broken. They will be sent to the hospital in the future." Into Guantánamo.”
Tom couldn't help but look at Martin. It was really impressive that this young Hollywood star could make such a decision without an agent or professional public relations reminder.
Mockridge then answered: "Mr. Davis, I sincerely apologize to you for the trouble caused to you by the temporary staff of the newspaper. The News of the World will issue a solemn thank you in subsequent reports. Statement, thank you for helping the newspaper remove the cancer."
He also promised: "I can guarantee that as long as I work at the News of the World, your reports in this newspaper will be completely positive."
Cohen and Neves stopped talking at this point, and it was up to Martin and Mockridge to come to an agreement.
"Actually, I'm very interested in your newspaper." Martin put forward his conditions: "I used to really want to be a writer, but my talent was average, and the articles I submitted always didn't get any response."
Mockridge couldn't figure out what Martin meant for a while, so he didn't speak rashly.
Martin added: "I will be writing for the News of the World for the next ten weekends."
Mockridge nodded: "Okay."
Martin said: "Do you need to be paid for your contributions? In this case, I won't ask for more, 200,000 US dollars for each manuscript."
Mockridge wanted to resolve the matter quickly and did not veto it completely: "We have a tight space and can only take out two weekends at most."
"It doesn't matter." Writing requires talent. Martin knew that he was the worst among the worst in this area, and said, "I only need a small space."
The two sides argued for a while and quickly reached an agreement. On behalf of the News of the World, Mockridge invited Martin to write 10 articles, with a remuneration of US$120,000 for each article. The remuneration was paid in advance in a lump sum and was paid off after signing the contract.
Subsequently, Bruce negotiated with Hilton Hotels, who gave Martin a one-time mental compensation of US$400,000.
Several aspects were quickly negotiated.
The White House and the FBI simultaneously pushed press releases to the media, and the News of the World will publicly apologize and thank Martin in its new issue, and issue a manuscript invitation statement.
As for the fate of the three Russian spies who entered Guantanamo Bay, few people care.
Finally, the room returned to silence.
Bruce ordered dinner and asked the hotel to bring it to him.
Martin took a bottle of water, threw it to Bruce, picked up another bottle, took a sip, and said, "It's been a long day."
Bruce said: "I was worried that you would lose your mind and fight to the death with the news."
"Chasing an egg against a rock? I won't do it." Martin turned to ask: "Old Boo, do you think the News of the World will restrain itself because of today's incident? Those three people are definitely not an exception."
Bruce thought about Mockridge and said, "No."
"We can't afford to offend them now, especially with News Corporation standing behind them." Martin glanced at Bruce: "Don't look at me like that. We are just two rotten people. If we really have to go head-to-head, we might not be able to do anything. God committed suicide.”
Bruce said: "The power of individuals is too small in front of capital groups."
Martin agreed: "So, we can only wait and find a suitable opportunity in the future. The News of the World's approach will inevitably provoke other forces. If there are forces with similar power to attack them, sooner or later the bad things they do will be exposed." Poke it open."
Bruce was not afraid of waiting and said, "I hope this will happen one day."
On July 5, while other newspapers in Washington were focusing on reporting on the Independence Day celebrations and the awarding of the Presidential Medal of Freedom, the Washington News and several other newspapers close to the authorities disclosed an important piece of news.
"Martin Davis discovered three spies and the FBI captured them in one fell swoop!"
The news reported in relatively vague terms that Martin discovered three reporters who had infiltrated the media circle at the Hilton Hotel and urgently contacted the FBI. The latter took strong action and captured the three spies.
Although it was not stated clearly where the spy came from, the lines pointed to a certain polar bear.
At the White House's regular press conference that morning, the spokesperson also mentioned this matter.
"The spy was discovered by Martin Davis?"
"Yes, Martin found the clue and notified the Secret Service. The Secret Service reported to the President, and the President personally issued the order!"
"May I ask what areas the spies are targeting?"
"It involves state secrets, no comment!"
Subsequently, the FBI also confirmed the relevant information.
For a time, Martin's fame and influence skyrocketed again.
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Los Angeles, Burbank.
After finishing his jeans promotional tour, Blake got up from a late nap, washed up and went downstairs to find that his brother Eric was the only one left at home.
She went to the restaurant to get a sandwich, and while eating, she went to the door to get a newspaper, and sat on the couch next to Eric.
Eric glanced at Blake: "Looking for news about Martin again? Aren't you tired of reading it every day?"
Blake picked a newspaper at random and said, "Martin is my boyfriend! I can't get enough of it in my lifetime." She flipped through the newspaper and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Martin caught three spies!"
"Spy?" Eric didn't believe it: "Are you kidding me?"
Blake quickly read the news and threw it to Eric: "Let's see what a real male god is."
Eric picked it up and looked at it carefully. The more he looked at it, the more surprised he became. Then he looked at the newspaper. It was not a sensational tabloid.
Black took the remote control, turned on the TV, changed several channels, and when he came to CNN, he saw the relevant news: "Don't believe it, look, Martin is being interviewed by CNN!"
On the TV screen, Martin downplayed: "I was able to discover them only by chance. Mainly because my bodyguards noticed the anomaly, and the FBI acted quickly and powerfully..."
Eric bared his teeth: "He is so lucky!"
"Luck?" Blake was unhappy: "Do you think this is luck? My brother, if you think this is luck, please go to a gunman to save people and find a few spies."
Eric had nothing to say. To this day, he still remembers being pushed and rubbed on the beach, unable to even resist.
Blake looked at Martin on the TV with stars in his eyes: "I really want to go to Washington to find Martin. I can't wait to see him."
Eric couldn't stand it anymore: "Nympho!"
Blake didn't bother to answer him and ran upstairs to get his cell phone to call Martin.
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In Washington, after Martin finished the interview, he was going back to his room upstairs to pack his things and leave in the afternoon.
He felt safe in Atlanta, which was where he made his fortune after all.
Los Angeles is okay, at least you can get around.
The water is too deep in this shitty place in Washington.
To use a saying from Martin's previous life, if he bumped into someone randomly on the road, he might be a member of the House of Representatives or a senior government official.
"Let's talk?" Someone suddenly stopped in front of him.
Martin knew Kate, a female reporter from the Washington News. He nodded and said, "Why are you here?"
Kate invited Martin to the rest area and said: "I always felt that something was not right about today's news, so I came to see you as the person involved."
Martin said vaguely: "I don't know a lot of things. I've said everything I can. But what I can't say, I signed a confidentiality agreement with the FBI."
Kate has a very keen sense of smell. She feels that there is something wrong with the spy news, but she can't figure out what the problem is. This is more uncomfortable than killing her: "Just tell me one person, okay? I promise not to tell anyone else."
If this reporter's words can be believed, what Xiaobu said is more true than 24K gold. Martin still shook his head: "It's nothing special."
Kate looked around and lowered her voice: "You promise to tell me, and I will accompany you upstairs now. You can do whatever you want, and I will accompany you to the end."
Martin thought to himself that it is really difficult for a man to protect himself outside! There are always female fairies laying traps to trap people.
He got up and started to leave.
"I'm serious," Kate said.
Martin said casually: "Everything you can know has been announced."
Kate didn't believe it at all.
Martin left the rest area and took the elevator back upstairs. He hoped that the female reporter would not be stupid and become a missing person at such a young age or something else.
Bruce was packing his luggage in the room. When he saw Martin coming back, he said, "Aren't you going to buy some souvenirs?"
"No, whatever is available in Washington, you can buy it in Los Angeles." Martin joked: "I remember I still have some pendants."
Bruce said: "I sent a message to the hunting company in Queensland, and they will send a new batch to Los Angeles in a while."
Martin helped pack them up and said: "We are going to Australia when we have time to hunt more crocodiles and bison. The things we gave away are not worthy of the name. I am a little ashamed."
Bruce scoffed.
In the afternoon, the two left the Hilton Hotel and returned to Los Angeles smoothly.
Two updates today
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