Suicide Squad once again brought Martin a wealth of "desire," replenishing the mana within his body to overflowing.
So he flew to Guinea once more, selecting two populous cities to set up soul-absorbing arrays.
By now, Guinea's major infrastructure projects were no longer limited to the capital Conakry; cities across the country were buzzing with construction, drawing envious eyes from many neighboring poor West African nations.
Upon arriving in Guinea, Martin received invitations from numerous West African governments, all of which he rejected.
One must eat one bite at a time.
...
Suicide Squad was raking in box office worldwide.
Unlike the original timeline, thanks to Martin's excellent relations with Ching Chong higher-ups, this version of Suicide Squad could screen in Ching Chong—and it caused a sensation.
Liu Yifei's version of the "Japanese Swordswoman" drew in massive fans for her.
The tight leather pants and form-fitting tank top let audiences appreciate the "fairy sister" in a new form of "wildness" and "sexiness."
"Is this Liu Yifei? I can't believe my eyes—she's so fierce!"
"I'm in love; who knew the fairy sister could be this sexy."
"She shows nothing, yet why can't I stop drooling?"
"The fairy sister's kicks, sword swings, and kills are so captivating—that waist, that butt; I never knew Liu Yifei had such a great figure!"
"Liu Yifei has finally broken free from her ancient costume rut; this is a successful breakthrough."
Meanwhile, Margot Robbie's "Harley Quinn" also exploded in popularity in Ching Chong.
"Liu Yifei's character is fine—clean kills, breaking her old image—but for sexiness, it's still my 'Harley Quinn.'"
"Agree with upstairs; watching that girl walk makes my heart itch like a cat's scratching."
"Fishnet stockings + short shorts—love it; so perky, seeing that butt squeezed tight makes me swallow hard."
"You're pathetic; I wouldn't be like you—I've already bought the high-def Blu-ray to savor slowly at home."
When Margot Robbie followed Liu Yifei out of International Airport and saw the sea of fans holding up posters of herself and Liu Yifei, she was stunned.
"This... so many people."
"Get used to it; my friend told me you're hot here."
Liu Yifei said to Margot.
Seeing Liu Yifei and Margot emerge, the waiting fans erupted, surging forward in a wave.
Margot had never experienced anything like this and hid behind Liu Yifei in fright.
In the end, with airport security's help, the two girls pushed through the crowd and got into Yang Mi's waiting car.
"Feifei, you're truly an international star now."
Seeing her best friend, Yang Mi teased.
Liu Yifei returned the commercial flattery: "You've been one for ages."
Yang Mi beamed instantly.
This promotional trip to Ching Chong featured only Margot and Liu Yifei.
Liu Yifei invited Margot to stay at her home.
Margot didn't refuse; after the airport incident, staying alone in a hotel felt a bit scary.
Though she had two assistants, they were useless against so many people.
Arriving at Liu Yifei's home, the first impression was huge.
...
In Guinea, Martin got a call from Leonardo.
"What the fuck, why are you going to China?"
"No, I didn't invite you to the Asia promo."
"Asshole, you want to date Margot and have me lie to Blake?"
"You're back with Margot?"
Martin was speechless at this old perv, but since the other assumed his film promo was a pretext, he might as well have him actually promo the film well in East Asia.
"Then don't just do Ching Chong—Japan, Korea, Thailand too."
"First off, no pay—free. Cover your own flights, food, lodging."
To sleep with the "Joker Girl" again, Leonardo tearfully agreed to Martin's series of "unequal treaties."
...
"Wide asphalt roads, skyscrapers sprouting like forests, and faces brimming with vigor and hope. You know what it reminds me of, Sigmund?"
"What?"
"It reminds me of when we Jews first founded Israel—same momentum, same vitality."
[TL/N: It reminds me when jews were kicked out of out 109 Countries.]
On a sidewalk in Guinea's capital Conakry, two middle-aged white men strolled, looking like ordinary tourists.
Thanks to Conakry's good security, complete infrastructure, and surrounding savannas and rivers' pleasant scenery, more tourists from around the world chose to visit.
But Baruch and Sigmund weren't real tourists.
They were Mossad special ops agents from Israel—not combat types, skilled in ambush and disguise.
Their trip to Conakry was to investigate the disappearance of a Mossad female agent team in Europe years ago.
That team had vanished without a trace, shocking Mossad into thinking some major power was targeting them.
But after long covert investigations, it seemed no European country was behind it.
The perpetrators were extremely mysterious, their actions clean—no clues left.
Until last year's second half, a Jewish tourist coincidentally spotted a white female slave in some tribal chief's home; the white slave's features looked very Jewish.
The tourist couldn't resist chatting with her.
When asking her background, the slave was blank, saying she remembered nothing...
Back in Israel, the tourist grew suspicious and reported it—leading to Baruch and Sigmund's trip.
Arriving in Conakry, they first toured for a day, astonished by the city's modernization level—it didn't resemble a poor West African city at all, more like prosperous ones in South Africa or Egypt.
The next day.
They rented a car and headed to the tribe the tourist had visited.
The car drove on a jade-belt-like asphalt road through the savanna; Baruch sighed again: "This really doesn't seem like West Africa—roads built right into the grasslands."
Sigmund said: "Have you noticed? Conakry has lots of White people and companies. That's not a good sign."
Baruch nodded gravely: "You're right; our companies need to extend tentacles here too. And our Mossad can't treat this country like typical West African poverty anymore."