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Wayne returned to the farm in Ventura County, on the one hand, to avoid the troubles of the media, and on the other hand, to put some pressure on Warner Brothers, hoping that they can handle some things as soon as possible.

There is no doubt that the most important aspect is that he is learning how to become a basically qualified father as he said.

The reason why Little Fendi likes to stay on the farm is because there are grandparents who love her and all kinds of animals that make her curious. Once she returns to Los Angeles, what she has to face becomes parents who have been missing most of the time because of work.

This situation will basically not change much in recent years, so what Wayne can do is just to recall how Greenberg did it, and then take advantage of the time to spend with his baby daughter.

He likes his daughter to look at his eyes, as if he is looking at a superman who knows everything. His big round eyes are shining with the unique admiration of children.

"You promised our little princess to take her to Galveston?"

"Bang" and "Bang" two consecutive gunshots. Old Greenberg swung off the revolver bullet with one hand, and several orange-yellow shells were thrown out. While taking out bullets from his pocket and lowering his head to stuff them into the huge revolver, he glanced at his son beside him and asked casually.

"When I was studying for Fendi last night, I seemed to have agreed to her." He tilted his head and recalled for a moment, Wayne's voice was full of uncertainty.

Galveston is a port city located in the southeast of the United States, with a straight line distance of less than 100 kilometers from Houston. It is backed by a metropolis, bordered by the Gulf of Mexico, and has a subtropical climate, making Galveston a well-known tourist destination.

When Wayne was a child, he was taken by his father to a crazy road trip. The destination of that road trip was Galveston.

"uh-huh?"

After reloading the bullet, Old Greenberg skillfully turned the bullet and looked up at the target hanging on the tree not far ahead. "Did you promise Fendi to take her to camp at the Great Bend National Park?"

'boom!'

The iron target hanging on the big tree not far away was like a huge force that was instantly twisted.

It can be seen that the iron target should have been almost torn apart, with a hole the size of a small bowl broken in the middle. Wood chips flying across the maple tree with the target. When the huge roar disappeared, only the broken target swaying back and forth, as well as a large hole on the maple tree.

"fxxk! You little bastard."

Old Greenberg was obviously jumped, and quickly turned his head and looked at his son angrily.

At this time, Wayne was still holding the gun in both hands without moving. The expression on his face was also clearly telling his father that he was also shocked. Unexpectedly, the power and movement of the gun were far beyond his estimate.

"Hey, dad, at least I hit something this time, didn't I?"

Shrugged awkwardly, Wayne slowly put down the huge revolver in his hand under his father's angry gaze, but the stubborn author was still explaining. "This is the 21-year-old adult gift you gave me. This is the first time it really fires..."

"Shit!"

Looking at the six-inch version of the Colt python in his son's hand, Old Greenberg gasped and turned around and walked out of the woods.

"Hey, dad, I still remember what you said when you handed this guy to me on your 21st birthday." Wayne followed his father, with a very enjoyable look on his face and began to chatter. "You want me to use this guy that is most suitable for men to play with, to protect my mom and to protect my children in the future. Look, I just practiced a shot, and I swear, I definitely didn't use it on purpose to shake your ears..."

"Son, if you say something more, I will use the big guy in your hands to post it for you..."

The woods where the two were located were just a few hundred meters behind the villa. This was where they usually played with guns, and Sergei stayed outside the woods and waited. The scene that the Russian bear saw at this time was an angry old cowboy walking out of the forest, followed by a chattering young man.

"Hi, boss, hey, Reuben."

Seeing them coming out, Sergei stepped forward with his long legs and asked curiously: "I heard the sound of the Colt python. It is definitely the largest model. That thing is a miniature hand cannon. What did you use that thing to hit? Bears? Tiger?"

"Damn it, Mr. Mr. Special Forces Instructor, take care of the big guy in your boss's hand. I already regret giving him this gift."

Old Greenberg touched his ear with lingering fear, looked up at Sergei, and said loudly, "Don't take that thing out of the farm. I suggest that if you want to take it out, you'd better help our Mr. Greenberg keep it."

Obviously, Old Greenberg has never played this one for his son in the past few years, and the gun is a bit too powerful.

That's right, this thing is not suitable for daily entertainment or daily use, because the thing is too powerful, and even a bear can't withstand a bullet. Wayne and Sergey looked at each other, and they smiled together.

The gun was just one year after it was launched, and Greenberg bought it for his son with his connections. This double-action revolver designed and produced by Colt, the United States, usually uses .44 Magnum ammunition. Almost any mammal will likely turn into minced meat when it is shot.

"By the way, boy!"

Old Greenberg remembered the chat with his son just now, and turned his head and said, "Traveling to Galveston and camping at the Great Bend National Park are all good ideas I finally came up with back then, and now it seems out of date, right? But how do you fulfill your promise to Little Fendi?"

"Well......"

For a moment, Wayne was really stopped. He was not as idle as his father, Ruben Greenberg, and had plenty of time to travel with his children. You know, there are countless jobs in Los Angeles waiting to take him to solve the problem.

"You'd better think about how to explain it to Fendi in advance..."

He looked at his son proudly, and Old Greenberg whistled, took his pipe leisurely, and walked towards the rough log villa. Wayne, who was left with a headache, and the Russian bear who was carefully stroking the Colt python.

At most, he could stay on the farm for three or five days, and Wayne silently calculated the time. After this week, even if Warner Bros. didn't come to urge him, after September, Peter Jackson would go back to Los Angeles with John Gray. At that time, the large-scale audition of "The Lord of the Rings" will begin, and he can't throw it away.

There are also some projects from Greenberg Studio that will be launched in a short period of time. At that time, many things will not be able to bypass him as the boss.

"Sergey, you said, if I take Fendi tonight and camp on the grass in front of the villa, is it considered fulfilling a father's promise?" He shook his head helplessly. He looked at the Russian bear and teased himself.

Sergei curled his lips. "It's better than doing nothing, let our little princess disappoint her father..."

"Okay, just do that." Wayne muttered, waving his fist hard.

After saying that, he looked at his father's back. At this time, he realized that Old Greenberg had done much better than he now. This rough-looking father never missed any growth in his childhood. On the contrary, he left himself with enough beautiful childhood memories.

In an instant, many memories naturally came to his heart. He still remembered that when he was thirteen or fourteen, Old Greenberg gave him a playboy magazine, and leaned against the head of the bed, talking to him about which girl in the class was the cutest and the beautiful love fantasy that only teenagers had.

‘Wayne, if you still want to realize your ideal, you must never let any girl get pregnant before you are seventeen.”

‘How can I prevent a girl from getting pregnant? Two ways: one is to not have sex, and the other is to take correct protective measures, such as a damn little umbrella.’

‘Wayne, my experience tells me that on the road to realizing your ideal, you must not get any girl pregnant early, even if you like her no matter how much you like her!’

‘Ahhh, boy, do you want to talk to me about your love? Do you have any cute girls you like?’

The night of that year, Old Greenberg's various suggestions came from my mind. Looking back now, Wayne knew clearly that as a father, Old Greenberg obviously did a very good job.

“Boss, boss!”

Sergei, who was like a human bear, stretched out his hand and pushed his boss, tilted his head to look at him, curious about why he suddenly became stunned.

With a smile of beautiful memories, Wayne turned his head in surprise and looked at the Russian bear and asked, "What?"

He raised the revolver in his hand and signaled that the gun did not look big at this time against the strong arms of the Russian bear. "I just wanted to ask, should this gun continue to stay on the farm, or should I carry it with you?"

"Take me with you. This is my 21-year-old adult gift, the most precious gift, help me keep it." At this time, Wayne thought of many details that he had ignored, especially the beautiful memories of his father, and said with a smile: "I will still use this big guy to protect our little Fendi in the future."

Both of them knew that this was obviously a joke. The gun had a more symbolic meaning and basically had no chance of actual combat. The two looked at each other and walked towards the villa together.

In fact, it was only after coming here that Wayne learned the untrueness of the rumors. Objectively speaking, it was like the controversial gun control issue.

On the Internet in his previous life, this was a very typical, low-level lie. Many public intellectuals who pretended to be confused would use this as a gimmick. They said that the United States' right to hold a gun is a guarantee of civil liberties and a sacred right granted by the Second Amendment to the Constitution. In fact, it is all nonsense.

Why do I say that? In fact, there are several very well-known judicial cases and very cruel judicial cases behind it.

The most famous one happened in 1975. Two young girls were resting in their house. They heard that in the next room, a neighbor was being robbed. Then the two girls immediately climbed onto the roof and called the police.

The police arrived in less than five minutes, but the police didn't even stop the car, so they ran around the house twice before running!

As a result, the two girls who called the police were also discovered by the perpetrators in the room. They were both madly abused by the tip of the gun.

Afterwards, the two girls insisted on prosecuting, and the lawsuit continued until 1981. However, with the attention of countless media, the North American court gave an explanation: the police have no obligation to protect you before the crime occurs. The reason is very simple, because when the police arrived, the criminal's infringement on the two girls who called the police had not yet occurred!

The judicial interpretation is very clear. Because the crime has not happened yet, the police have no obligation to protect you. The police's law enforcement power can only take effect after the infringement occurs. Therefore, despite the concerns of this lawsuit, the court did not continue to accept the accusation of the two girls!

With the extensive media coverage and the widespread public attention, all ordinary people have noticed an important thing. The judicial system of North America does not assume an obligation to defend the people. In other words, North American justice does not assume the responsibility of protecting the general public before the crime occurs.

It was against this background that since 1975, everyone was buying guns crazily. Various rifle associations, shotgun associations and other organizations exploded like mushrooms after a rain.

Behind the crazy buying of guns, it is extremely in line with the interests of some powerful capital groups. These large arms capitals have been attacking the offensive to the highest judiciary, resulting in the legality of citizens' gun ownership and freedom being accused of.

In fact, for decades, the highest judiciary and government agencies have been in a state of vagueness about this issue. Holding a gun is a right that a citizen should have. When was this bill recognized by the judiciary? In 2008!

It was not until 2008 that the Supreme Judiciary gave the first clear explanation, telling ordinary people in North American states that holding a gun is an individual right. The first time the Donner case applied the Personal Arms Rights Act to the entire North America.

So, things are not like the rumors on the Internet. North America did not recognize the legality of individual gun possession before 2008, which is the irony.

There is also a widely circulated saying that the reason why North Americans buy guns is crazy because they think that bad people have guns in their hands, so I must have one, because we must use guns in our hands to protect the right to be harmed by bad people.

But the common fact is that it is really scary to say that this land is scary. There are constant gun battles every day, and there is no reason for various conflicts to come. But it makes sense to say that it is not scary, because the bad laws of North American bad people are very special.

In most of the places where North American bad people stay, every city has clear fragments. Normally, these gang members make trouble any matters, and the police will not care about them. It is better to die if they are all dead. They are basically in a state of fend for themselves.

What's more special is that most North American "bad people" are not the kind of bad guys who have brains. They are purely a combination of animal barbarity, ignorance and stupidity. Gang members with Nico as the main body do nothing at all because they don't know what consequences are.

Never try to understand. The simpler way is to think of them all as a group of stupid animals, just fight each other for the sake of eating, mating rights, or simply for fighting spirit. Normal people will definitely not explain to animals. Never kill each other, you will go to jail and eat guns!

So, on this land, if you are not a successful person or an elite person, it is best to do your homework in advance wherever you go. Which area is Nico block, the neighborhood of color cannot be visited, which area is a middle-class neighborhood, or the neighborhood of wealthy neighborhood, it is not difficult to make such a plan.

Don't wander around dangerous neighborhoods if you have nothing to do. There is a high probability that there will be no danger of being shot. If you can still encounter shootings when you do this, you will only blame yourself for your fate. After all, God not only protects good people, but also accepts the prayers of "bad people".

There are actually many Internet impressions about guns and shootings. For example, people other than North America regard NBA as a world-class sports league. In fact, basketball is more difficult in the top three sports league rankings here, and sometimes they are squeezed out.

Wayne has discovered the strange perception of the people around him since he was a child. Most people think that basketball is a sport that only old women play. This is the first impression that many boys are stuck in their minds these days, because they are really tough guys who go to play rugby...

However, what is the epitome of basketball in the 1990s? To describe it in one sentence, it means bringing a ball during a duel! Even so, basketball has not become a tough sport in the hearts of most people in North America!

Of course, this is just a common saying. Every industry has no shortage of loyal fans and never lacks great people, just like the Dream Factory of Hollywood.

"...Hand handsome appearance, cruel and beautiful camera language, constantly changing celebrity girlfriends, the beliefs of countless young people, the fantastic legendary directors, along the way, it seems like endless controversy, and God's preference. This is Wayne Greenberg."

At night, except for the occasional cries of cattle and horses on the farm, there was only silence. In front of the rough log villa, lights flashed in a wide tent. Little Fendi widened her light green eyes and leaned against her father's arms, listening curiously as Bella Grant read the newspaper.

Three bully dogs surrounded the people, sticking out their tongues and gasping for breath. Their very special mouths were opened and grinning directly at the ears, as if they were smiling, full of ugly and cute temperament.

"Movie fans may come for a surprise, or for a charming dark storm, or maybe, they came for one person." Seeing that both father and daughter listened seriously, Bella Grant secretly curled his lips and continued to read the "Movie" in his hand crisply.

"In the past eight years, this belief among fans has never changed. If you ask them, they will tell you that there are only two types of directors in this world, Wayne Greenberg and others..."

After years of baptism and the popularization of Wayne in the media in different ways, he had already become accustomed to it. But at this moment, when his daughter leaned in his arms and his eyes were shining with admiration, he suddenly felt that what the reporters wrote was really good.

As designed, Little Fendi was a very satisfying girl. When her father told her that she would camp tonight, she immediately forgot about her father's bragging and never talked about traveling to Galveston and camping with the Great Bend National Park.

"Okay, OK, Bella."

Wayne waved his hand and stopped the beauty editor from continuing to read. "There is no need to read the various box office numbers behind it. Those are not very meaningful to Fendi."

"Boy, Little Fendi looks at you now, like looking at a Superman."

Bella Grant shrugged and said helplessly: "I bet that although she couldn't understand the things just now, she could understand that she was praising you crazy."

"Well, isn't this supposed to be? This report is well written. You may contact this editor when you go back and have some long-term cooperation in the future."

"ha?"

In front of the child, Bella Grant suppressed the urge to swear, rolled his eyes at the man, got up and prepared to get out of the tent, leaving the small space for the father and daughter. "I'll go back and rest, you'd better read fairy tales to our little princess."

"Thank you,. Thank you for being with us tonight."

"You're welcome, you'll be a good father, boy."

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