Chapter 812: Operation Anti Bloond!

After leaving the restaurant, Ryan Reynolds slid into his sleek black Tesla, navigating the city's labyrinthine streets until he pulled over to the quiet side of the road.

Despite the camaraderie forged with Jon Berg on the set of "Green Lantern," Ryan Reynolds harbored doubts about Jon's sincerity.

Verifying the truth was simple enough.

With a practiced swipe, Ryan extracted his smartphone, locating Scarlett Johansson's private number in his contacts, and dialed without hesitation.

The call connected swiftly, Scarlett's voice cutting through the line with a firm, "I told you we don't need to talk anymore."

Divorcees know that parting amicably is a rare art. In a composed tone, Ryan asked, "Have you been with Martin Davis?"

Scarlett's answer was immediate, her words slicing through the air, "Yes, I have. Unforgettable."

The first statement might have been bearable, but the second nearly unhinged him.

Men can be peculiarly sensitive about such matters.

Angrily, Ryan pressed, "When I asked before, you said you hadn't. Why lie?"

Scarlett's reply was cutting, "He's a hundred times the man you are. I didn't want to hurt you."

Ryan couldn't believe it. "Just because of that?"

"Are you kidding?" Scarlett snapped, and the call abruptly ended.

Ryan listened to the dial tone, stunned, sitting in silence for a long moment.

Judging by Scarlett's demeanor and Martin Davis's reputation, he was almost certain of infidelity during their marriage.

Even after the divorce, the revelation gnawed at him.

It didn't matter if Scarlett had strayed before or after they married, but no man could easily stomach betrayal during their union.

Ryan began to suspect his entire marriage might have been orchestrated by Martin.

Did they mock him behind wedding photos?

His head spun, a fire of anger and hurt consuming his rationality.

For a moment, he imagined drastic actions, thoughts veering to revenge.

But sanity prevailed. Going after Martin would be folly, tantamount to self-destruction.

What now? Ryan wrestled with his thoughts, grappling for a solution. After all, he was a superstar.

Yet, now labeled as a second-tier star, tarnished by a major flop.

It proved daunting to confront Martin Davis head-on.

Just then, Ryan Reynolds' phone buzzed insistently, and he swiftly answered.

His agent's voice crackled through the line, "I've spoken with 20th Century Fox about that new project and role you've been eyeing. They're keen to meet with you. When can you be back in LA?"

Ryan hesitated briefly before replying, "I'll catch a flight back today."

"Good. I'll set up the meeting. But I should warn you, they have some specific preferences," the agent cautioned.

Ryan quipped, half-jokingly, "Like positions? Or perhaps they prefer working with men?"

The agent's response was cryptic, "Little details."

Understanding the implication, Ryan nodded to himself, "I'll discuss it when I'm back."

They hung up, and Ryan pushed thoughts of Martin aside momentarily. Dealing with someone like Martin Davis required not just strength but the right opportunity.

...

Brooklyn Studios, New York.

Within the bustling set of "John Wick 3," gunfire echoed off the walls.

Martin wielded his Glock with precision, each shot hitting its mark, a choreography of violence and action that made him appear like a seasoned warrior.

Surrounded by adversaries, Martin moved fluidly, dispatching stuntmen as if they were mere pawns in his lethal dance.

The gunfight stretched on, Martin's movements almost instinctual as he dispatched one assassin after another. His intensity grew palpable with each passing moment.

As per the script, the scene should have concluded, yet Director Chad held back, captivated by Martin's commanding presence.

Only when Martin approached the camera did Chad finally call out, "Cut! That's a wrap!"

Martin froze momentarily, then relaxed, holstering his Glock with a sense of accomplishment.

Chad approached, offering praise, "Well done, Martin. That last sequence was fantastic, your improvisation was spot on!"

Martin smirked modestly, "The vibe just hit me. Couldn't hold back."

His remark didn't go unnoticed in the rest area. Leonardo, watching nearby, leaned over to Nicholson, who had just arrived, "Did you catch that, Jack? Martin's getting bolder by the day."

Nicholson adjusted his sunglasses, surveying the bustling set with a smirk. "This is where he thrives," he remarked casually.

Leonardo looked visibly irritated. "Hey, who's side are you on? You swore to help me just now!"

"I'm just here to handle that guy trying to mess with your skies," Nicholson retorted skeptically. "I don't usually root for the 100-meter sprinters; it's too awkward."

Leonardo shot him a rude gesture.

Before Nicholson could finish, he dropped a bomb. "No wonder Gisele left you."

Leonardo winced. "You and Martin, always trying to kill me, aren't you?"

Nicholson grinned knowingly. "Nah, you're the resilient type."

Leonardo eyed him suspiciously, beckoning Nicholson closer. It was a mistake. "I asked for your help, Jack."

"Help, absolutely," Nicholson replied, pivoting to the main issue. "Have you dug up anything on that Canadian troublemaker?"

"Martin and I have our people looking into it," Leonardo replied tersely. "Justin Bieber's been making headlines with his antics lately. Hopefully, we'll get something useful soon."

Nicholson nodded sagely. "Knowledge is power when it comes to taking targeted action."

Remembering last night's conversation and visibly fuming, Leonardo clenched his fists. "Maybe we can't take him out, but he needs a lesson he won't forget!"

Nicholson took a sip from his water cup. "I almost wish the bastard would pull a gun on you."

Leonardo sighed in resignation. "You've been gunning for me all day."

"This isn't about you," Nicholson sneered. "If he pulls that trigger, Martin will have all the reason he needs."

Meanwhile, Martin was already on set, preparing for the next scene.

"Let's talk in detail back at the hotel after Martin wraps," Leonardo suggested.

Nicholson nodded, saying nothing more.

As the script supervisor clapped the board, signaling the start of the scene, gunshots ceased on set.

A towering, muscular man, over 6 feet tall, engaged Martin in hand-to-hand combat.

Filming paused intermittently as renowned action choreographer Tiger Chen entered the set to fine-tune the fight's dynamics.

The brawny opponent relied on his long reach, while Martin's attacks focused on lower angles.

It was a challenging sequence to film, demanding Martin's authenticity in strikes while maintaining safety protocols.

After nearly two grueling hours, they nailed the final shot.

After wrapping up the scene, the crew called it a day. Martin hurried to shed his makeup and change, joining Leonardo and Nicholson as they headed back to the hotel together.

Over dinner, they delved into the details of the previous night's events. Bruce had called with extensive information on Justin Bieber.

"Bring it up to the room so we can go through it together and strategize," Martin instructed.

"Since he's stirring up trouble, we've got to make some noise," Nicholson remarked as they entered the hotel room.

"Actually, I understand Leo's mindset quite well, much like I do with Lorraine," Nicholson continued. "If Lorraine chose between Martin or Leo, I wouldn't object. But if she brings home some drugged-up street thug, I'd break his legs."

Martin interjected swiftly, "Lorraine deserves a better future, not me or Leo."

Leonardo nodded in agreement. "She'll find someone who truly loves her."

Bruce came out from the study, distributing copies of the gathered materials to Martin, Leonardo, and Nicholson, keeping one for himself to review.

Martin skimmed through the documents quickly. "Justin Bieber's rise to fame in recent years paints a picture of an ordinary teenager catapulted into overnight stardom, only to lose himself in wealth, parties, and legal troubles."

"He got caught using drugs in Miami, had his license revoked," Martin continued, summarizing. "He turned studio sessions into parties in LA, and even threw eggs at his neighbor, among other antics."

Nicholson nodded grimly. "Money talks in America. Lawyers and bail are never a problem for him."

Martin closed the file, noting, "Notice how all his legal troubles seem to escalate after he started using drugs? This guy has a serious addiction problem."

Nicholson glanced over the documents. "It's glaringly obvious."

Leonardo shrugged. "It's unfortunately not uncommon in the music industry. Electronic, rap, rock they're rife with stories like this."

"America in decline," Nicholson sighed dramatically. "How do we save these lost lambs?"

Martin steered the conversation back on track. "Most of Bieber's legal woes stem from drug use and often involve women."

"That's a sensitive angle to exploit," Leonardo mused.

Nicholson nodded thoughtfully. "You've got a point. I've got a preliminary plan brewing involving the fairer sex."

Martin chimed in eagerly, "Bieber's blond hair makes him a magnet for women. Let's target them. Operation Anti-Blond is a go!"