America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz

After three consecutive days of shooting, Martin and Leonardo were in top form, even impressing Scorsese, and Nicholson, the old bastard, didn't play pranks on the crew, seeming to save his energy for a big play.

Early on Saturday, the well-rested trio arrived at the Long Island Dock.

With enough clout, Leonardo had rented Spielberg's yacht to throw this bachelor party.

In total, twelve models attended Heidi Klum's pre-wedding bachelorette party.

When Martin and his friends boarded the yacht, the models had already gone into the second-floor cabin to change their outfits.

The yacht sounded its horn and set out to sea.

The old bastard took off his sunglasses, looked at the sun just climbing above the horizon, and said, "The end of the world is upon us!"

Leonardo said, "Martin, it's such a waste you don't go to Sacred Valley to film."

But Martin just laughed: "Guys, get ready to enjoy the end of the world!"

The three of them took out their simulated soft resin handcuffs and locked themselves up.

The handcuffs were just props, easily breakable with a bit of force.

It was part of the party.

Today's party was meant for revelry, not filming, so Martin had only set the background and each other's general roles. The rest was left to spontaneous performance—too much complexity would make it less fun.

The setting was the end of the world.

A virus had attacked the entire world; many women died instantly, while a few became stronger under its influence and survived; all men were enhanced in a certain aspect, rapidly accumulating folly until they would explode and die, and handling it themselves meant certain doom. Only by finding the enhanced women could they stay alive.

Countless men died as a result, as the matter of reproduction made the few survivors a strategic resource fought over by the enhanced women.

Decades later, the famous Queen Heidi of the North American Continent was celebrating her thirtieth birthday. Her loyal subordinates found her the last three men on the continent as a birthday gift.

Suddenly, the cabin door was opened from the outside, and six women in tight uniforms entered.

"Take them to The Queen!" Angela Lindvall led the group.

With a flick of her twisted hand and a tacit exchange of glances with Ke'er, she automatically moved behind Martin and escorted him out of the cabin to the second floor.

On the second floor of the ship, Heidi sat on the throne in the hall, holding an oversized electronic scanner.

Martin and the others were brought in, lined up in the center of the hall.

All the models gathered there, their uniforms tight and outlining perfect figures despite being buttoned up.

"Men!" Heidi stood up.

Naomi stopped her: "Be careful, Your Majesty. Perform a check first, watch out they might explode."

Heidi passed the electronic scanner to Ambrosio, who strode over to the three men.

She held the device in front of Martin, a red light flashed slowly, and a shrill alarm sounded, not too rapid.

"His energy is gathering, at a second level of danger," Ambrosio gasped, reaching out in shock: "Quick... he's going to explode..."

Queen Heidi waved her hand: "Release his energy at once; we can't let him explode!"

Angela Lindvall and Ke'er were already waiting to take action, forcefully pushing Martin to one side of the hall and starting to disarm him completely.

Ambrosio couldn't stand by, handed Naomi the scanner, and said with a straight face, "My sisters are facing the world's greatest threat; I can't let them bear it alone. I must help them; the rest is up to you!"

She took off running: "Ke'er, Angie, don't worry, I'm coming to support you!"

The other models glanced at Martin and cursed Ambrosio under their breath for her shamelessness.

But the love of the three men was already crowded, and with Ambrosio added, it was full. Going over would only mean watching.

With the scanner in Naomi's hand, positioned in front of Nicholson, the red light blinked rapidly, and the alarm sounded continuously.
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Heidi stepped forward and said, "This is bad, he's at the critical point; we must use special measures."

The old bastard thought, Special measures? Do I get special treatment?

But the game was fun, and he played along, staying quiet while Naomi and Miranda Kerr blindfolded him and led him to the rear of the hall.

Naomi forcefully pulled back a large cloth to reveal a life-size cross and skillfully tied the old bastard to the cross.

Then, Miranda Kerr brought a cart of tools.

The old bastard felt something was off and shouted, "Let me go; let me see what you are going to do!"

Naomi stayed in character: "Quiet, we're saving you; you're going to die if you don't cooperate."

The old bastard couldn't see anything; he opened his mouth to speak, but something was stuffed into it and wrapped around his head, silencing him to muffled noises.

Similarly, Leonardo was taken to the other side of the ship's hall by Bar Refaeli and Julia Stegner.

"The end of the world is coming, and if the last three men die, humanity will surely perish!"

Since it was Heidi Klum's bachelorette party, she was fully committed: "We are humanity's last hope; save them!"

Heidi undid her cloak clasp, letting the cloak fall to the floor. She swayed her sexy frame and strode forward, carefully observing the three party gifts.

Nicholson was old and fat.

Leonardo too had a wide face and flabby body, his flesh all saggy.

Martin Davis was sunnily handsome, his muscles nearly perfect, plus he had the power to destroy the world.

Heidi made her choice to save someone and at the same time save the world.

The alarming beeps resounded once more, and Heidi rushed to Martin's side, shouting loudly, "Sisters, let's go together!"

There was no need for her to call to action; the others automatically divided into three groups, each targeting the individual they wanted to rescue.

Heidi was completely immersed in the role, passionately exclaiming, "What shall I use to save you, my world!"

For the last hope of human reproduction, everyone fought selflessly, dissipating the explosive energy that Martin and his team had accumulated.

This was indeed a battle for salvation.

Like Heidi, Angela, KK, and Ambrosio seemed to see their god of faith, continuously calling out for God Jesus.

War, unceasing war, from morning until afternoon, and after a break for dinner, the battle resumed.

To save the world, a great deal had to be sacrificed.

The aftermath was gruesome; by the following morning when Martin got up, Leonardo was still in a deep slumber, unresponsive to any calls.

The old bastard wasn't much better off—pale-faced, exhausted, sporting two huge dark circles, he was bound up by Naomi for her exclusive enjoyment.

Poor Martin was left to face more than a dozen enemies all by himself!

It was still the main hall in the second layer of cabins, the front seats removed and replaced with a rack that held a drum; but the drum was not accompanied by mallets.

With Heidi leading, all the supermodels sat in a circle.

They were all clad in long boots and form-fitting jeans, accentuating their figures and long legs.

Martin walked forward, saying as he went, "When we go back, strip Leo and the old bastard naked, and tie them up at the bow to catch the wind!"

Doutzen Kroes chimed in, "Throw 'em into the sea for the fish!"

Martin strode to the drum: "But that's only once they're awake, so they know they're going straight into the bellies of fish."

Heidi had a blast yesterday, and the supermodel about to step into marital bliss was particularly wild, looking forward to today's party frenzy: "Martin, start the second day's theme."

Martin opened a side bag, took out a pink water bottle, and tossed it to Heidi Klum: "Today's theme is Pass the Parcel, I'll hit this drum, and starting with Heidi, pass this water bottle to the left. When the drumming stops, whoever holds the water bottle must step onto the stage. They can choose anyone, including me, to accompany them in showcasing a special talent."

Angela Lindvall asked, "Singing and dancing type of talents?"

Martin retorted, "The party we've prepared for Heidi is wild, do you think singing and dancing are appropriate?"

Everyone laughed together.

Isabel, with a smile, said, "In that case, you using your hands to beat the drum wouldn't be quite right, would it?"

"Right, you can't use hands!"

"Nor drumsticks!"

Carolina suddenly stood up, walked over to Martin: "I think the most appropriate drumstick has been found."

A few people who were slow on the uptake still hadn't figured it out, when Carolina presented Martin with the perfect drumstick.

When she returned to her seat, wiping her mouth, Heidi exclaimed, "Begin!"

The drum boomed rhythmically, as the pink water bottle was passed around. When the drumming finally ceased, the bottle stopped in Adriana's hands.

She put down the bottle and confidently took to the stage, declaring, "A few years back, when I was doing catwalks in Europe, I picked up a few tricks; Martin, I need your assistance with one."

With Martin's help, she performed an impressive one-handed cartwheel with a 360-degree rapid spin.

Instantly, applause and cheers filled the hall.

Martin continued as the drummer.

This game truly broadened his horizons; the angels not only loved to play, but each had their unique talents.

It had to be said, to break into the upper echelons through the fiercely competitive and chaotic world of modeling, one needed both inherent quality and acquired skills.

By the end of the game, Martin's ordeal was pitiful, utterly swamped by the overwhelming numbers tactic.

Leonardo and the old bastard only woke up in the afternoon.

Though Martin also stumbled, he seemed outwardly untroubled and, with his female guards, barged into the two men's rooms, dragging them out by force.

In the hall, Leonardo and the old bastard sat on the floor while Martin strode past them, high and mighty. He told the angels about the bet they had made, asking, "Based on your personal experience, vote for who among us three is the strongest?"

With Heidi in the lead, more than a dozen voices shouted unanimously, "Martin Davis is the strongest!"

Martin stood in front of Leonardo and the old bastard, flipping a middle finger at each, "Are you convinced? Do you concede?"

The old bastard was reluctant to admit defeat: "I'm just... old..."

With a flick of his hand, Martin signaled Bar Refaeli, Miranda Kerr, and Doutzen Kroes to move in on Nicholson.

Old Jack immediately caved, "I've lost."

"And you, Leo?" Martin taunted, "Mr. 11 seconds."

Heidi and the others all laughed, "Right, 11 seconds..."

Leonardo pointed at Martin and yelled, "I can concede, but don't you slander me!"

Ambrosio inquired, "Should we tie them to the bow of the ship?"

"Let's spare them," Martin was ultimately a good man after all, loath to see others suffer. These two guys were clearly worn out, and it wouldn't do to have them catch a cold from the sea breeze.

He acted as if he had been promoted to king: "We'll eat dinner, and they can watch!"