America 1982-Chapter 401 - 49: Martin’s Fruit_5
Now, the other party had gone out of their way to secure an additional three days for him.
"Let’s do it their way, we..." Spike had made up his mind to write an IOU and start work as soon as possible.
Vanessa’s phone rang again, "Where are you, Vanessa?"
Vanessa immediately said to Spike Lee, "It’s Martin, he’s really come over!"
Then she asked into the phone, "Where are you, Martin?"
"My ride is a white Lincoln stretch, the same model as Michael Jackson’s," Martin said over the phone.
Vanessa and Spike began to pay attention to the cars on the street, and sure enough, a white Lincoln stretch limousine was slowly driving towards them.
Vanessa quickened her pace to the curb, waving her arms at the limousine.
The limo pulled up, the driver opened the door, and Martin stepped out, followed by the unremarkable-looking Albert Kell.
"Mr. Hawk is also in New York?" Spike’s first reaction was to continue looking inside the limousine.
But he noticed the driver close the door right after, indicating that there were no more passengers inside.
Martin first noticed the bag in Spike’s hand full of cash, "How much is there?"
"Forty thousand," Spike, not fully registering, said to Martin.
Martin took it, "Let’s leave it at that, I’ll take care of it for you, you owe me sixty thousand, Spike."
After saying that, Martin casually opened the paper bag to take a look, took out a stack and slipped it into his suit pocket, and shook the bag with the remaining thirty thousand towards Albert, "Kid, let’s go say hello to those guys now."
Having taken Spike’s money, Martin was in high spirits. Hanging around boss Tommy, it looked like he had learned how to make money. All he had to do was offer to cover Spike’s hundred thousand, without having to put up any money himself. But now? He first received forty thousand, paid out thirty thousand, and earned himself ten thousand on top of Spike owing him sixty thousand.
After all, this meant he had made a substantial sum without spending the boss’s money. Martin even maliciously thought that if Spike dared to default on this debt, then he would let this kid named Albert continue to do the kind of things to Spike’s film crew that street gangs do.
Martin took Albert and headed straight for the dozen or so black youths from the Tyrant Tiger Gang in the distance. Unlike the plainly dressed Albert, these gang members sported weird hairstyles and flashy clothes. They were all eyeing the approaching white Lincoln and the two men getting closer.
The leader, a youth with rotten teeth, sneered, looked at his companions, and then mockingly laughed at the two men approaching, "Nigga, either hand over the money or scram. Otherwise..."
While speaking, he carelessly lifted his shirt, showing the handgun on his waist, intimidating Albert, "Otherwise, you’d better give my gun some oral service with your mouth, find me a reason not to shoot you."
"You won’t even call me NiggerBoss," Martin, undaunted, addressed the adversary, "If my white bodyguard, Page, were here, you’d already have a cue ball stuffed in your mouth, you should be thankful I left him milling at the villa."
"You..." The other side wanted to spit more expletives when suddenly, the sound of car doors opening came from not far behind on the street!
The dozen youths turned around to see four beat-up cars with their doors open and eight plainly dressed but armed black men holding various firearms stepping out, looking fierce as they stood ten meters away from the gang, indifferently aiming at them.
Compared to the weapons in their hands, the few handguns on the youths seemed laughably like toys.
So, they sensibly discarded their firearms and raised their hands, facing the eight men who looked more menacing than the average gang members.
No need for those intimidating-looking rifles; just one blast from one of the large-caliber shotguns would spread pellets and lay them all out on the ground.
"Kneel, niggas," Martin straightened his suit, standing before them with an arrogant look, "I promise, give a blowjob to all the guns, and maybe they won’t shoot you." 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚
In the distance, Spike Lee and his crew were staring in shock, especially Vanessa. She knew Martin well; they had lived together in a villa for a considerable time, and she knew he was Tommy’s bodyguard and driver, with friends in Los Angeles that could resolve some gang conflicts.
But she had not expected Martin to be so domineering that he could call together a group with all kinds of heavy firearms in the streets of New York, America’s largest city, and intimidate the same youths who had been so arrogant towards the crew into kneeling submissively with their hands raised.
"Who the fuck are you guys?" The lead youth, who just a moment ago was about to force Martin to service his gun with his mouth, asked nervously.
Before Albert could speak, Martin seized the chance to showcase himself, shouting to the kneeling gang members, "Remember Martin’s Fruits, they’re motherfucking Martin’s Fruits! And the one standing before you right now, he’s the head of their family, Martin Hart."
