Chapter 292: Chapter 289 Almost Died

At John F. Kennedy International Airport in New York, most of the film crew aimlessly wandered around the waiting area, hoping for the storm to pass.A sudden torrential downpour had caused widespread flight delays, and the crew's chartered plane could not take off for the time being.

Martin stood by the window, raindrops pattering noisily against the glass in front, so dense that he could barely make out the Boeing aircraft nearby.

Bruce came over with a bottle of water.

Martin took it, opened it, and had a drink before asking, "With this kind of shitty weather, only the pilots from the home of the polar bears would dare to take off, right?"

Bruce shrugged with an iconic American accent, "Who knows, they're crazy enough to drink lubricant."

Chad hurried over to check the weather and muttered, "When's it going to stop?"

Martin asked, "Your girlfriend waiting for you in Los Angeles?" Sёarᴄh the nôvel_Fire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"I'm a bachelor; I don't have a girlfriend," said Chad, pausing to choose his words carefully. "Remember Marcus we met at Angel Shooting Club in Cain?"

The name sounded familiar. Martin took a moment to remember and said, "The soldier who served in Afghanistan?"

Chad nodded, "Yeah, that's him. Marcus is really interested in the film industry; he wants to become a stuntman and action choreographer after retiring from the military and has been in touch with me."

He paused for a while before adding, "I lost contact with him in December, only to find out last week that Marcus's SEAL Team had been attacked during a mission, and he was the only survivor."

Bruce took over the conversation, "He's lucky, being alive is everything in a hellhole like Afghanistan."

Martin made no comment; he wasn't interested in the fate of the SEAL Team.

Chad continued, "Marcus is discharged from the military now and has decided to settle in Los Angeles. He suffered significant psychological trauma, and I was supposed to see him as soon as we landed."

Martin replied, "Don't worry; this kind of strong convectional weather comes quickly and ends quickly, too."

After nearly two hours of waiting, the crew finally boarded the charter flight back to Los Angeles.

Martin asked for a blanket to sleep.

Bruce joined Chad to discuss Afghanistan-related topics.

Returning from the cold and damp New York to the sunny Los Angeles brightened everyone's mood inexplicably.

Especially when a stunning blonde hair bombshell rushed over asking for a hug, it definitely improved the mood.

After a heated kiss, Martin and Bruce got into the Mercedes G-Class Blake had driven over.

Bruce drove back to the Cody Community while Martin and Blake were still unloading luggage from the car when the doorbell rang.

"Who is it?" Old Cloth went to open the door, finding it to be the neighbor next door.

Jenna, with her blond hair in a ponytail, smiled and greeted, "Hi, Old Cloth." She tilted her head to peek inside. "Martin's back, right? I've been here a few times but missed him, just heard some noise..."

"She's been here looking for you a few times," Blake mentioned to Martin before heading over and inviting, "Come in."

Jenna glanced at Blake, whose figure was like a dream, and couldn't help asking, "Blake, how do you work out?"

Blake let her in and said while walking, "Partly it's natural, and partly it's from working out. I've been a cheerleading captain since sixth grade and always did a lot of physical activity."

Martin greeted Jenna and offered, "Come in for a bit?"

Jenna shook her head, "No need, I have to go to Sacred Valley." She opened the shoulder bag she was carrying and took out a neatly wrapped square box, "The sample of 'Wanted Order' is out; you know this series best, and I brought over a sample for you to see if anything needs to be improved."

Martin took it and handed it over to Blake, saying, "You're too kind."

Jenna smiled, "Without you, I couldn't have got the rights to the remake, nor could I have taken advantage of the popularity of 'Wanted Order.' Since you weren't at home during my previous visits, it's only right to show it to you first."

Martin politely said, "I'll take a look."

Jenna hurriedly said, "I have to go now, we'll talk another time."

Martin and Blake saw her out, then they carried the suitcases back into the villa, with Old Cloth tactfully heading to the guest house.

After setting down the luggage, Blake couldn't resist opening the square gift box, finding, unsurprisingly, a beautifully packaged DVD inside.

The San Valley Version "Wanted Order"!

The leading actress, Jenna, dominated most of the cover.

Blake, at last only 18, couldn't help but say, "Who asks people to review this kind of film?"

Martin took it and casually tossed it onto the coffee table, "I'll give it to Old Cloth later."

Blake picked it up again, curious, "Why don't we... take a look?"

Martin, pulling at him, said, "Let's watch it in the bedroom."

The next morning, after breakfast, Blake headed to Burbank for a dialect class to practice the New York accent.

Martin and Bruce got into the Escalade and left as well.

Just as Bruce turned onto the road, he saw Mr. and Mrs. Jones taking a walk.

Mr. Jones waved at them, so Martin had Bruce stop the car. He got out from the passenger side to greet them and asked, "Something up?"

"Not urgent," Mr. Jones said with a smile. "Jenna brought you the sample copy, right?"

Martin nodded, "She delivered it to my hands yesterday."

Mr. Jones, deeply interested in his daughter's new work, asked, "How was it? Decent, I hope?"

It was an awkward question for Martin. He considered several ways to respond, all of them uncomfortable.

Mr. Jones, on the other hand, didn't show the slightest bit of embarrassment; instead, he was extremely earnest, as if discussing a serious art topic. Your next chapter is on M V L

"This is an art topic!" Martin could only remind himself mentally, before saying, "The shots are very good, a masterpiece, I think Jenna could win this year's big prize."

Mr. Jones was quite pleased, "If she really brings home a big prize, it would count as a significant achievement."

Martin decided to end their conversation, "I've got things to do; we'll talk more when I've got time."

Mr. Jones said, "When Jenna gets back, I'll invite you, Old Cloth, and Blake over to my house for tea. You can give us your professional opinion on the film."

Martin waved his hand and quickly got into the car.

Bruce stepped hard on the accelerator, and the car immediately sped away from there.

He asked, "How's your analysis going?"

Martin said seriously, "It's very tough for one man to handle multiple opponents, but the other way around is much easier."

Bruce muttered to himself, "When can I take on two at once?"

Martin couldn't care less to answer this jerk's stupid question, pulling out his phone to call Leonardo, "I'm back in Los Angeles, where you at? Let's hang out!"

"I can't hang out!" It seemed as though Leonardo was hurrying, "I just found out, Old Jack, that bastard, is hospitalized. I'm on my way to see him."

Martin couldn't help but raise his voice, "What happened to him?"

Leonardo said, "I'm not sure, he's at the University of California Medical Center. Come by if you're free."

"Old Cloth, to the University of California Hospital Center!" Martin first said to Bruce, then continued on the phone, "I'm on my way."

Trio of Scoundrels won't turn into a duo, will it?

Martin hurried to the Medical Center and found Nicholson's ward. When he knocked and entered, Leonardo was already standing in front of the bed.

Nicholson was lying on the bed, looking very weak.

Martin spoke softly, "What happened?"

Leonardo nodded solemnly toward Martin, "Because of you!"

Martin was perplexed.

"That's right, because of you." Nicholson barely raised his head, speaking weakly, "I used that miracle drug you gave me and ended up like this, almost died!"

Martin looked at Nicholson, then at Leonardo, "How... how could this happen?"

He noticed that Leonardo was not quite right and immediately took two steps back, leaning against the wall, hands shaking, face trembling, voice quivering, "How could this happen?"

Leonardo frowned, glared, and roared, "You bastard, think about how you're going to make up for this!"

Nicholson shook his head at him, "You're terrible, too many flaws."

Before Leonardo could speak, Martin briskly walked over and wrapped an arm around his neck, "You used it?"

Nicholson sat up, instantly perked up, "He's a coward, didn't dare to use it."

Leonardo pointed at Nicholson, "You..."

Martin said, "Your trademark triple hit came out, didn't I see you were acting?"

Leonardo had no choice but to accept that he had become the one with disparaged acting skills in the group of three.

Martin didn't bother with this joker, asking Nicholson, "Why are you hospitalized? Didn't throw a wild party and overdo it, did you?"

"A basketball game," Nicholson said somewhat excitedly, "That bastard referee, targeting the Lakers the whole game, I was yelling behind him, reminding him to be fair and just, and he got even worse..."

Martin hastily said, "Calm down, settle your emotions."

Nicholson took a deep breath, "I got so angry my blood pressure skyrocketed, had a bit of heart discomfort, nothing serious."

Leonardo said, "You're the Lakers' mascot. When you yell at the referee, he can't do anything to you, a spectator, so he takes it out on the team instead."

Nicholson retorted, "You hardly watch basketball, you don't get it."

Leonardo just spread his hands and said no more.

Martin told Nicholson, "Take a good rest, don't think too much."

Seeing the stubborn old jerk wouldn't listen, he simply said, "Or do you want to be left watching enviously while Leo and I have all the fun?"

"Absolutely not!" This time Nicholson took it in, obediently reclining back onto his bed, "I have to battle on for another ten years, I'm going to have my revenge on Naomi Campbell!"

Leonardo couldn't help but laugh, "Martin, you really know how to handle this idiot!"

Nicholson shooed them away, "You two jokers, get out, don't disturb my rest."

Martin said, "Rest well, call me or Leo if you need anything."

Leonardo also said, "Trio of Scoundrels is still counting on you to lead the charge."

Nicholson, not liking the sound of that, said, "It's just a minor issue, you're talking as if I'm about to die!"

Leonardo pulled Martin out of the ward together.

Martin suggested, "Let's grab a drink and chat a bit?"

Leonardo replied, "Let's go."