America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz-Chapter 837 - 828: Magic Overpowered by Physical Assault_3

Bruce said, "That's right, from the more chaotic black communities."

Martin raised a crucial question, "I can understand that black people have a special talent for rap, but where does the funding come from to operate on the internet at this scale?"

Everyone present had worked with Martin on internet hype marketing and understood that creating such viral news required a significant amount of money.

The group wanted to manufacture a star, to create 'Paul' using an internet model, these huge initial investments weren't backed by a powerful company.

On the other hand, if they were backed by a big company, they wouldn't resort to stacking buffs and riding on hard coattails.

Kelly, being the true local bigwig, said, "Leave it to me... we should proceed hand in hand, and also have Sophia check from her end."

Martin looked at Bruce, "Old Cloth, go and talk with Sophia."

Bruce groped his bottom and sighed, "Alright, I'll call her."

Martin added, "We don't need to use magic to defeat magic. We should defeat it in a forthright way, one that won't leave lingering effects."

Louise understood his meaning, "So those bastards want to use magic against you, and you plan to counter with physical domination?"

Martin snapped his fingers, "Exactly!"

Just like the Oscars PR race, Martin never played by the rules, nor did he engage in battles planned out by his opponents.

The group debated for a while, then dispersed to get busy.

Hamlin continued along the proper legal channels.

Bruce found Sophia, leaning against a wall, he quickly explained the situation.

Sophia agreed immediately. Over the years, following Martin into the film investment, she had made a lucrative profit without any lingering worries.

Getting to the bottom of this wasn't hard.

Soon, various pieces of information had been relayed to Bruce's hands. Martin just glanced at it before tossing it to Bruce and Thomas to handle completely.

Though the opposition thought they grasped society's essence and stacked multiple magic buffs, after reviewing the material, Martin concluded it wasn't a big deal.

He then devoted all his energy to shooting.

...

Atlanta, Moro District.

Bruce drove a Chevrolet, gradually approaching a detached house.

A copper nameplate hung in front of the house, inscribed with — Paul Studio.

Bruce looked at his old comrade in the passenger seat, "After all these years, you've only gone up one rank?"

Kurt Lynch replied, "You don't understand, at the DEA, this is the best position. Any higher, and there's too much trouble; any lower, and there's too little to gain..."

The two had served together in the forces stationed in England, and even bonded over challenging the English. Years ago, when someone in Atlanta framed Martin with drugs, Bruce had called on Kurt Lynch.

Bruce jabbed him in the belly, "Fish for much more and you'll look pregnant."

Kurt Lynch shook himself and said, "My belly is a lot smaller than those old soldiers in Germany."

Bruce said, "You're stooping to compare with them?"

At that moment, the door of the detached house opened. Someone pulled a newspaper from the mailbox and returned inside.

Bruce asked, "Ready?"

"Of course," Kurt Lynch replied, "Based on your intel, their operational funds come from drug dealing. Today is the day they receive their goods, which they then sell to those rap enthusiasts' gatherings for profit."

This was his job, and he knew it well, "The rap scene, just like rock and roll, can't escape this stuff."

Bruce reminded, "In case they don't get the goods today..."

Kurt Lynch laughed, "It's only reasonable for the DEA to have some stock, right?"

Bruce, not one to cling to morals, cautioned instead, "Be careful, I found out they've got illegal firearms."

Kurt Lynch wasn't surprised at all, "It's normal for the blacks from South City to have guns. If they dare to draw..."

The front door of the house opened again, two black men came out carrying bags, one of them was that black man, the homosexual and transgender Paul.

Bruce said, "There's a supporter meet today at a black bar. Normally, it ends up turning into a wild party."

Kurt Lynch added, "That Paul is sixteen now."

Bruce nodded, "Right."

The two black men got into a Hyundai sedan and drove onto the road.

Kurt Lynch picked up his cellphone and made a call, "Follow the target vehicle and check in an area without any surveillance or people. They might have guns, watch your safety."

"Roger."

The Hyundai passed through various intersections, with different cars taking turns to follow.

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In the car, the hefty Kenan was excited, "You're pretty hot right now, a few record companies have contacted me. It's all about who makes the best offer now."

Paul, who grew up in the black neighborhood, with a typical brash black style, rapped, "Gotta thank my dear dad Martin, riding his coattails is just freaking awesome."

Kenan said, "Even if we lose the lawsuit, it doesn't matter! Paul, you just need to keep up a good public image!"

He thought he had figured out the societal code, "Being black plus gay plus transgender, even Martin Davis can't do much about it, right?"

Paul chuckled wickedly, probably influenced by his environment, he had some ideas too, "What if, after the lawsuit, I pursue Martin Davis? I'm already openly gay, openly pursuing Martin, who can say anything? It could stir up a new sensation."

Kenan considered it for a moment, "Good idea!"

The two chatted as they drove, completely oblivious to the fact that there were gradually no other vehicles nearby.

The Hyundai entered a relatively desolate area and as it crossed an intersection, a van suddenly blocked the road.

Kenan quickly hit the brakes and the Hyundai barely stopped when several black Chevrolets turned out from the rear intersection, blocking any retreat.

Paul, having grown up in the black neighborhood and used to seeing various feuds, immediately thought someone was trying to rob or even kill them in this emergency. He immediately opened the glove box and pulled out a handgun.

The agents, descending from the van and Chevrolets, dressed in bulletproof vests, did not approach but took cover behind their vehicles, surrounding the Hyundai.

The leader shouted, "DEA, let me see your hands, get out and lie down on the ground immediately!"

Paul instinctively waved his hand with the gun.

The agent from the van side saw it clearly and yelled, "He's got a gun!"

Another shouted, "Drop the gun, get out and lie down!"

"Fuck you!" Paul, now a famous sixteen-year-old internet sensation, rolled down the window and shouted, "Do you fucking know who I am? I am Martin's son, Paul, a black man, a homosexual, and transgender!"

He stuck the hand holding the gun out the window.

"Fire!" As the shouts arose, gunshots followed.

The DEA agents were equipped with more than just handguns; many had automatic rifles and shotguns.

Bang, bang, bang – gunfire erupted, turning the Hyundai into a beehive.

Magic succumbed to the physical blow!