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The sky had darkened, and Shelr had just contacted Fred, who told him to keep his cool and look for another opportunity if there was no catch this ti.
Suddenly, soone 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."
Shelr opened the door and went around to check.
"Don't move." Ivan stood blocking the exterior while holding a gun on the inside.
Before Shelr could react, two people rushed from behind, pressing sothing hard against his lower back.
One of them said, "Walk forward, don't talk."
Shelr walked on, trying to stay calm, "Buddy..."
"Shut up." Before he could finish speaking, he felt sothing sharp pierce his clothing and skin.
Shelr was pushed into a van.
The left-behind Goldie checked Shelr's car to make sure everything was okay, then quickly left.
At the sa ti, 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 sothing, 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 soone 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 tis louder than a Tiger tank.
At that mont, 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."
He asked Old Cloth, "When you..."
"Shut up!" Bruce warned with a nasty tone.
Below them, Sophia's voice ca, "Tell , 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 Shelr, Shelr set 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 n."
The most enticing things for n 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.
Shelr 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 an, 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 ant 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 thodist 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; soone 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, ard with an ergency 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 mbers who had visited the Mandela nightclub were all seething with rage.
The thodist 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.
So 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 so 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 plumted into a drainage ditch by the roadside.
The truck slamd into the roadside barriers, and it seed 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 unhard. Examining the scene, one officer told his colleague, "Drunk driving, and judging by the sll, 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 ca over and shook his head at the two others.
The first officer said, "Call for a crane and a tow truck."
Soone activated the vehicle's radio and called for support.
Car accidents like this happened almost every day in Atlanta; it wasn't sothing that people took to heart.
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"Fad African Arican 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 entertainnt market for a while."
Her tone shifted as she asked, "Did the news first co from Martin Davis?"
Kelly said, "He was the first to reel in the fish."
Erica nodded slightly, "I rember the last kettle affair was also related to him."
Kelly smiled, "Yes, it was a joint effort between him and ."
Erica stated, "Martin Davis, an Arican 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 sentint, "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 thodist 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 Arican 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 so adjustnts, but the impact was minor.
Martin acted as if he knew nothing, continuing to film normally every day.
anwhile, the Coca-Cola Company officially announced the hiring of Martin as the Coca-Cola North Arican brand ambassador for the next three years!
This news imdiately overshadowed the dia 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 ans of dia manipulation.
Coca-Cola simultaneously announced that it would hold a unique signing ceremony on June 5th at its headquarters.
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