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Leonardo pointed at Martin and said, "I\'m giving him to today\'s birthday star, definitely the best gift."
Nicholson countered, "That\'s my gift, find something else."
Martin interrupted, "You two scoundrels, thinking of giving me away, did you even ask for my opinion?"
"Because you are the most hypocritical," Leonardo said with disdain. "You say no, but your heart is already blooming with joy."
Nicholson agreed, "Leo, we have finally come to an agreement."
Martin retorted coldly, "How could someone with principles like me do such scoundrel things like you?"
It takes one to know one, and one drunken time, Leonardo had heard Martin say something that he still remembered, "You do have principles: don\'t initiate, don\'t refuse, don\'t be responsible!"
Martin\'s mouth was as stubborn as an extra bone, "That\'s also principle and a bottom line, so I\'m a good person, not a no-principle scoundrel like you two."
The car ascended the south hillside, and from a distance, they saw colorful lights lit up at the Olsons\' front door.
The driver showed the invitation, and the Lincoln smoothly entered the mansion.
The trio of Martin disembarked and entered the villa, seeing the Olsen sisters with Elizabeth Olsen welcoming guests in the foyer.
When she saw Martin, Elizabeth\'s heart bloomed with joy, and she unconsciously walked over.
Martin proactively delivered his gift, "Happy birthday."
Elizabeth quickly took it, wanting to open it but restrained herself, saying, "Thank you."
Martin introduced the two scoundrels behind him, "Jack and Leo, you should recognize them."
Leonardo and Nicholson each gave the gifts they had brought, saying, "Happy birthday."
Elizabeth accepted the gifts with an excited face, "I\'m so glad you guys could come."
Nicholson commented, "I heard you went through the Burbank incident with Martin and even helped some people, that\'s remarkable. You\'re friends with Martin who shared life-and-death experiences, and we\'re his buddies. We definitely had to come for your birthday."
The Olsen sisters also came over to express their gratitude.
The other guests, mainly Elizabeth\'s classmates, seeing the Trio of Scoundrels appear together in the hall, were incredibly excited and crowded around them.
Surrounding Elizabeth, the voices teeming with envy filled the air.
"Elizabeth, Leonardo and Martin Davis actually came to celebrate your birthday!"
"That\'s Nicholson, the Oscar Best Actor, oh my God!"
"Your birthday party is going to become a legend at school."
Girls around eighteen, the age of craziest star-chasing, gazed at Martin and Leonardo with stars in their eyes.
Though not very vain, Elizabeth felt utmost satisfaction.
Which girl wouldn\'t want to be the talk of the whole school?
Martin and his companions obliged the kids\' desires to take photos together, then joined the adults in their area with the Olsen sisters.
Here were mostly friends of the Olsen sisters, and when the Trio of Scoundrels meant business, they could definitely pass themselves off as the most courteous and well-mannered gentlemen.
Just like the gentlemen of the British Empire, one layer on the surface, another underneath.
The party had nothing special: blessings, cake, wishes, followed by a wild party.
Although some girls who got wild came over to seduce the trio, they were not fools; they automatically kept their distance from those whose backgrounds they were unfamiliar with.
Too many cases in Los Angeles where people ended up paying huge settlements.
After the cake was divided, Elizabeth found Martin in a corner to speak in private.
"Do you have any other plans tonight?" she asked.
Martin spoke honestly, "No, I\'m going home after your party."
Elizabeth looked at Martin, scenes from Burbank Middle School flashing before her.
Since then, Martin had been her one and only hero.
Elizabeth said, "You go home, and wait for my call, okay?"
Martin, who always stuck to his principles, replied, "You can call me anytime."
Elizabeth\'s smile was especially sweet, "I\'ve always remembered your number."
Meanwhile, on the other side, Leonardo finished chatting with someone and found Nicholson, quietly pointing at Martin and Elizabeth Olsen, "Something doesn\'t seem right."
"An affair." Nicholson, with his vast experience, speculated, "A young girl in the bloom of youth, rescued by a handsome Hollywood star, secretly promises her heart. What should she offer in return for the life-saving favor?"
Leonardo mocked, "You should really consider a career as a hack romance screenwriter; you\'re wasting your talent."
But Nicholson was quite confident, "I\'ve weathered the storms for sixty years, seen every rotten love story out there. With a scoundrel like Martin, I know exactly what he\'s thinking the moment he stands in front of a woman."
Leonardo said, "Keep a close watch on him, waiting for a chance. I feel like something is definitely going to happen tonight."
Nicholson reminded, "Idiot, don\'t use your stupid triple-trick, show your acting chops, don\'t tell me you haven\'t progressed at all over this time."
Leonardo couldn\'t guarantee anything as the triple-trick had almost become an instinct; so he decided to say, "Later I\'ll try to speak less, pretend to be tired."
Both kept a watchful eye on Martin.
Following Elizabeth\'s suggestion, the party didn\'t go on too late and soon concluded.
When Martin said goodbye to leave, he was quite surprised that Nicholson and Leonardo, those two scoundrels, hadn\'t caused any trouble.
Once in the Lincoln, Martin asked, "You two got any other plans?"
Leonardo closed his eyes, leaned back in his seat, and couldn\'t be bothered with Martin.
Nicholson said, "Isn\'t it just about showing up for your friend\'s birthday party?"
Martin glanced at Leonardo, who was swaying lazily and ignoring everyone, then took a closer look at Nicholson and didn\'t notice anything unusual.
Nicholson pulled down the visor and said to the driver, "Take Martin home first, then head to Brentwood to drop off Leo."
The driver drove down Cody Road.
They soon arrived in front of Martin\'s house. Nicholson patted Martin on the shoulder, "Get out, man. If you\'re free tomorrow night, let\'s go get a facial."n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om
"Sure, I\'ll give you a call." Martin got out of the car and went into his house alone.
He didn\'t trust those two scoundrels, so he waited behind the door for a while, saw the Lincoln drive away, and soon disappear.
The Lincoln left the Cody Community, and someone had already been waiting by the roadside in an ordinary Volvo.
Getting out of the car, Leonardo said, "How was that? I acted pretty well this time, didn\'t I?"
Nicholson said to this dummy with no sense of his own acting abilities, "You really do play the sleeping act well!"
The two of them got into the Cadillac and quickly returned to the Cody Community, deliberately stopping at a distance to observe the situation in front of Martin\'s house.
After a short wait, a Porsche drove down from the southern hillside and stopped in front of Martin\'s door, honking the horn. The driver rolled down the window, revealing long hair, and seemed to be greeting the surveillance camera at the door.
"Indeed, there\'s an affair!" Leonardo had good eyesight and could see clearly under the bright lights at the door; the person driving was indeed Elizabeth Olsen, "That bastard Martin, sneaking around behind our backs!"
Nicholson said, "The car is in." He slapped Leonardo on the back, "Get out, time to get to work."
They got out of the car, opened the trunk, and each took an RPG firework launcher, carrying another RPG firework, like phantoms in the darkness, moving to a spot they had scouted out earlier.
Nicholson shouldered the RPG and said, "Martin\'s yard is big enough. Firing from here, even a dummy can make the fireworks land inside Martin\'s place."
Leonardo suggested, "Should we wait a bit, wait for them to reach a critical moment and make sure Martin can never get it up again? Let\'s see if he dares brag about 11 seconds then!"
"No, the police patrol this neighborhood frequently," said Nicholson, that rotten guy with money and leisure who had done his research just to mess with Martin, "We wait any longer than fifteen minutes, and a patrol car will come by."
He grinned wickedly, "Leo, as upstanding citizens and good Samaritans of Los Angeles, how can we let a scoundrel like Martin hog a beauty?"
Leonardo took out a lighter, lit the RPG firework resting on Nicholson\'s shoulder, and then lit his own.
After a burst of white smoke and sparks, accompanied by a dull thud, two bright trails cut through the night sky before exploding thunderously in Martin\'s yard.
Leonardo got excited immediately, his voice hoarse as he roared in a whisper, "Fire away! Fire at Martin!"
Nicholson, finally able to have his revenge, imagined Martin scared enough to wet his pants.
One flashbang after another was launched, causing chaos in Martin\'s yard.
Inside the villa\'s entrance hall, Martin pulled Elizabeth behind a stone wall for cover.
Elizabeth, pale with fear, thought of the news in the papers and shouted, "Could it be the Russians retaliating?"
She wasn\'t panicked, because Martin was right beside her: "What do we do?"
Martin looked out the window.
The flashbangs fell in the yard, destroying who knows how many flowers and plants, a few exploding close to the pool surface, with water spraying like the flying filth from the latrines of his childhood, landing everywhere.
He had given his bodyguards, who had been following him in the dark, the last two days off. That\'s why those two scoundrels were up to something.
No wonder everything seemed so normal at the party; they had planned it for here!
Water sprayed in all directions, grass clippings danced in the air, and petals scattered.
In this beautiful moment, Martin had received sincere blessings from both his boss and his buddy.
He pressed the intercom on one side: "Old Cloth, have you spotted the two scoundrels yet?" Enjoy exclusive adventures from empire
By the window of an annex, specially modified, Bruce put down the AR rifle he was holding and said, "Got them in sight, how should we deal with them?"
Another blast followed, shattering window glass with a crash.
Martin opened the drawer next to him, took out a pistol, and said to Elizabeth, "Stay here, don\'t move. I\'ll sort out the trouble."
Elizabeth, thinking of Martin rushing to save Old Cloth in the gym, didn\'t want to be a hindrance, simply saying, "Be careful."
As Martin walked out, concerned about accidental discharge, he deliberately removed the magazine halfway to make sure there were no bullets in the gun before installing a tactical flashlight.
It was temporarily quiet outside. Having used RPG fireworks before, Martin knew very well that those two dummies had used up one round each, so he and Bruce immediately rushed outside.
The iron gate opened, the tactical flashlight illuminating the area.
Nicholson found the bright light dazzling, and suddenly noticed a red dot appearing on Leonardo\'s face.
It was only then that he remembered that the guy they were pranking tonight was a genuine tough guy, the backbone and muscle of the Trio of Scoundrels.
If he got shot by his own people, it would be a serious injustice.
Nicholson quickly discarded the RPG firework and shouted, "Don\'t shoot, it\'s me!"
Leonardo also realized what was happening and hurriedly yelled, "Martin, it\'s me!"
Martin, thinking his yard was bombed into a trash heap, wanted to teach these two scoundrels a lesson. Pretending he didn\'t recognize their voices, he yelled, "Drop your weapons, hands on your head, get down on the ground, let me see your hands! I\'m not kidding, I\'ll shoot!"
Without waiting for them to reply, he emphasized again, "I\'m going to shoot!"
Leonardo dropped what he was holding and with a thud, lay flat on the ground.
Nicholson hurriedly did the same.
As Martin quickly approached them, he kept shouting, "Don\'t move! Hands on your head! Don\'t make me shoot! Do as I say, now let me see your butts! Fast, do exactly as I say!"
He intended to give the two scoundrels a good kick in the butt.