America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz

Weekend, Burbank Mulan Avenue.

In the restaurant by the window, Martin and two others were enjoying Brazilian barbecue while looking at the brightly lit "Nike Sam's House" diagonally across.

Several luxury cars were parked in the small square downstairs.

Nicholson said, "It seems that many people have come, including one I recognize, a treasury official working in California."

"Remember that black lady I told you about?" Martin was very familiar with the LAPD, "A deputy chief of the Los Angeles Police Department."

Leonardo said, "Nike Sam's route is different from your Cola Cult, they target the elites."

Martin said, "Besides the elites, there are those beautiful women."

Leo automatically continued, "Beautiful women are also a rare resource."

Both Nicholson and Martin agreed with this statement.

Martin glanced at the building diagonally across and said, "Looks like the gathering at Nike Sam's is over."

One by one, cars started moving up to the entrance of Nike Sam's House, picking up people and then driving off.

The two buildings were not too far apart, and Martin could roughly see Marina getting into a BMW.

He made a call to Bruce.

Outside, a car quickly followed the BMW.

Nicholson said, "The path here with Martin is a no-go, now that Nike Sam has had one event, she might attend a second one."

Martin took over the conversation, "We'll just wait for the second time then."

Nicholson asked, "Have you made contact with the other side?"

Martin nodded, "They will be here soon."

......

The champagne-colored BMW stopped in front of an apartment building, Marina got out and waved to Susie in the driver's seat: "I had a delightful afternoon, thank you for the invite."

Susie smiled, "Don't mention it, I'll let you know if there's another opportunity."

Marina replied with a smile, "Sounds good."

"Goodbye." Susie started the car and left.

After turning the corner, Susie's hand moved to her waist, feeling the brand through the thin fabric, it wouldn't be long until Marina would be like her.

They say men love to drag women down with them, but women are just as eager to drag down women prettier than themselves.

Marina returned to her apartment, kicked off her high heels, poured herself a glass of cold water, and drank most of it in one gulp, her overheated brain cooled down gradually.

The afternoon's session was somewhat laughable; so many American elites, like fools, were obsessed with the course by that so-called master of human psychology.

Among them were a deputy chief of the LAPD, a treasury official, and members of city and state councils.

These were people ordinary folk couldn't usually meet.

With Martin, all signs indicated there was no hope left, Marina thought perhaps Nike Sam's might be a way?

Through Nike Sam's connections, she could perhaps meet even higher-placed American figures.

Marina decided she would still attend the next Nike Sam's gathering.

......

The black Chevrolet SUV slowly entered the Davis Estate, Nevies sat in the back seat, pondering why Martin had called him to Los Angeles.

Even though he couldn't figure it out, he still took a flight from Washington to Los Angeles.

Nevies remembered clearly, ever since meeting Martin, every time he got involved with something related to Martin, he would get promoted.

From the early spy scandal in Washington to the Santa Monica Pier incident, Nevies, like Martin, had always been one of the ultimate beneficiaries.

The Chevrolet stopped at the fountain plaza, Nevies got out and met Martin waiting for him.

Martin approached him for a handshake, saying, "Let's talk inside."

Nevies nodded and followed Martin into the mansion.

Martin led people straight to the study and asked Bruce to guard the door.

As soon as Nevies sat down, he asked, "Martin, you said there was an urgent matter, something you couldn't discuss over the phone?"

Martin got straight to the point, "I've discovered a Russian spy."

"Russian spy?" Nevies was very clear about what those previous Russian spies were all about and asked, "Another Russian is after you?"

Martin shook his head, "Not a hitman, a real spy, possibly a swallow."

He elaborated, "Leonardo, Nicholson, and I discovered her and have been carefully observing her for three months, and we can almost be sure of it."

Nevies knew the two men, along with Martin they were known as Hollywood's Trio of Scoundrels.

He didn't think Martin would joke about such matters, saying, "What exactly happened?"

"During the European premiere of 'Inception,' Leo threw a party in Paris…" Martin, excluding the part about Tom Hardy, recounted the events exactly as they happened.

Nevies immediately judged, "It's very likely, because of your identity as the Sect Hierarch of the Cola Cult, that they were drawn to you."

Martin said, "I think so too. They wanted to plant a nail by my side and then use the platform of the Cola Cult to gather information and intelligence detrimental to America."

Nevies asked, "Has she attended any Cola Cult gatherings with you?"

"No," Martin shook his head. "Because I didn't trust her, I haven't met with her since coming to Los Angeles, but Nicholson and Leonardo have been watching her closely, and it seems she has joined Nike Sam."

Nevies was somewhat surprised and inquired, "Keith Raniere's Nike Sam?"

Martin confirmed, "Yes, the very same Nike Sam. The headquarters in Los Angeles is at the Nike Sam House on Mulan Boulevard."

"Among the members of Nike Sam, there are many political figures," Nevies speculated. "If they couldn't make headway with the Cola Cult, she then chose Nike Sam, which also has access to political circles, a typical spy's tactic."

He asked, "Do you have any proof?"

Martin shrugged, "None. Initially, we weren't sure, and after we became certain, we were worried about alarming her, so we could only keep our distance."

He spoke casually to Nevies, his old friend, "Dealing with these spies is the FBI's forte, isn't it? She likely attends Nike Sam's gatherings often. Just bait them, and aren't you afraid the fish won't take the hook?"

Nevies couldn't help but laugh, "It seems you've studied deeply."

Martin replied, "I've acted in so many action movies, it's hard not to pick up on these things."

Nevies became serious and asked, "Martin, how confident are you?"

Martin stated, "Ninety percent! It's not just me alone, but Leonardo, Nicholson, and I all think it's ninety percent."

Nevies nodded slightly. It was easy enough to confirm with baited traps.

Like false intelligence about NATO's eastward expansion.

If wrong, they could always pull people back at any time, but if true, it would be a significant achievement and a key asset for future promotion.

Nevies thought the risk was worth it.

He glanced at Martin, his old friend who always seemed to bring good luck.

But he also knew that Martin was not just a simple Hollywood star; his network of relationships was intricate, reaching directly to the White House.

He had to be careful and asked, "I won't let Russian spies threaten you. Do you have any special requests for this case?"

Martin knew that Nevies wouldn't have offered like this if the networks built through the Cola Cult over the years hadn't been so influential.

"Leo, Jack, and I have been secretly watching this spy for a long time," said Martin, who had played the game of framing and entrapment too often and was very adept at it. "We suspect that Nike Sam and the Russians are colluding, intentionally attracting American societal elites and extracting intelligence through brainwashing and other means."

For a moment, Nevies was taken aback, thinking to himself that the FBI was shameless enough, but Martin, you're even more shameless than the FBI!

Martin continued, "Keith Raniere is the mastermind behind the scenes, very possibly a high-level spy developed by the KGB back in the day."

If such a high-level spy truly existed and Nevies unearthed him, the merit would be considerable, but such an operation would be quite difficult. He said, "You just said there are too many societal elites in Nike Sam. Taking them down would be unimaginably difficult..."

"No, no," Martin raised his finger and shook it. "You've misunderstood me. The only one truly colluding with the Russians is Keith Raniere alone. He controls and abuses female slaves, including underage girls. The only one truly breaking the law is Keith Raniere. As far as I know, Raniere has a very ordinary background."

He emphasized with added stress, "Raniere has control over a huge fortune contributed by countless followers, amounting to billions."

At this last remark, Nevies suddenly smiled. There had been complaints against Raniere for enslavement and other criminal practices, but they were all dismissed because of interference from the elite believers.

But add in a collusion with a Russian spy, and it's entirely different.

Those societal elites who joined Nike Sam would understand the gravity of the situation!

Nevies thought it was entirely feasible and made up his mind, asking, "Why?"

Martin understood his meaning and said, "Keith Raniere intended to turn my relative into one of his female slaves."

"He deserves to die!" Nevies rose and shook hands with Martin very formally, uttering in a formalized expression, "Mr. Davis, thank you very much for providing the FBI with key intelligence. You are worthy of being an honorable citizen of Los Angeles and a national hero of America!"

Martin said, "It's a citizen's duty."

After Nevies left the Davis Estate, he immediately dispatched agents and soon found a suitable insider. Through a Nike Sam gathering, the bait was successfully laid out.

After the fish took the bait, Nevies did not rush to close the net. At the next Nike Sam gathering, he mobilized personnel for a surprise raid on the Nike Sam House on Mulan Avenue, resulting in the successful capture of Marina and Keith Raniere.

With the FBI's tacit approval, Ivan once again "filmed" exclusive news, selling it to TMZ.

The news shocked the entire nation. It wasn't just about spies; the FBI also revealed Raniere's series of crimes.

His alleged offenses included espionage, fraud, unlawful imprisonment, violent injury, and treason.

Involving Russian spies and treason, those political creatures quickly distanced themselves from Raniere, turning into victims overnight.

Nike Sam's institutions across North America were all sealed by the FBI.

Nevies once again became a star within the FBI.

The remainder of Keith Raniere's life would be spent in prison.