America: Starting with the Last Liberty

Rosen immediately reached into his pocket to pull out his gun, but the attacker was very experienced and quickly grabbed his arm, pinning him against the wall.

This prevented Rosen from drawing his G18 and also cost him the opportunity to counterattack.

The other man quickly groped Rosen's body, and this practiced movement made Rosen realize that this guy was probably a cop.

Soon, the attackers found Rosen's driver's license and some cash on him, and the G18 also fell out of his pocket.

(Glock 18 pistol, hehe!)

"Illegal possession of a firearm! Tell me your name!"

"Hey! Officer, don't you dare slander me! I'm not illegally possessing a gun, and aren't you in my driver's license?"

Fortunately, Rosen already had a driver's license, otherwise he would probably have faced another charge.

"Don't give me that! I don't recall ever seeing guns in public in California! Do you have a CCW (concealed carry permit)? Besides, I'm not a cop!"

Because California has a strong tradition of free shopping, with large-scale free shopping events being replicated almost every ten years or so, guns are not allowed in most public places in California.

Unless you have a concealed weapon carrying permit.

However, in California, CCWs are usually only issued to private security or law enforcement personnel; ordinary people cannot obtain them.

However, impersonating a police officer is a serious crime, so the attacker did not admit to being a police officer.

"What? You're not a police officer? How dare you ask me that if you're not a police officer?"

Rosen was furious. He had initially thought he was just unlucky to be stopped by the police, but it turned out they weren't the police at all.

"Don't move! I'm asking you a question!"

The attacker tried to continue questioning him, but Rosen was no match for him.

Having roughly determined that his opponent was of similar height, Rosen immediately tilted his head back, attempting to retaliate against the attacker.

However, the attackers seemed to be on guard, causing Rosen's counterattack to fail.

"I'm warning you! If you dare to resist again, you might be punished—ah!"

Before the attacker could finish speaking, he let out a scream of extreme agony.

It turns out that Rosen tilted his head back to attract the attacker's attention, while simultaneously unleashing a deadly back kick move from Tokyo University martial arts.

That kick hit the bullseye!

The attacker endured excruciating pain that no man could bear, and immediately lost control of Rosen.

"Fuck! You're not a cop, yet you dare to stand here asking me all sorts of questions? Who do you think you are?"

Rosen picked up the G18 from the ground, just as he was about to teach the attacker a lesson, when he suddenly realized that the attacker looked very familiar.

Bald, with a burly build and a fierce-looking face.

Isn't that Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson?

Why would Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson attack himself?

Just then, Blake hopped over and saw Rosen and "The Rock" Johnson facing off.

"Blake, back off! This guy just ambushed me!"

As a result, Blake said something that almost caused Rosen's cerebellum to atrophy.

"Dad, what are you doing here?"

Waterfark!

Rosen looked at Blake in disbelief, then at Dwayne Johnson, his expression as if he had seen a ghost.

Can you imagine Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson having such a beautiful daughter as Alexandra Daddario?

Besides both being human, do these two people have any other similarities?

"Blake, is he really your father?"

"Of course he's my dad. Would I mistake him for someone else?"

It's true, America probably has a lot of people who would like to have Bill Gates as their father.

By this time, "The Rock" Johnson had recovered from the unbearable pain and glared at Rosen with murderous intent.

"Blake, how could you date a thug like that? Don't let his respectable appearance in a suit fool you, he's carrying illegal firearms!"

Rosen was displeased with this. Although he did bring a gun, it was a legal weapon produced by the system.

And what's wrong with carrying a gun in a society like America? Would you dare go out without a gun?

However, Blake didn't pay attention to her father's mention of illegal guns; she only heard the word "boyfriend."

Instantly, the black-haired girl blushed.

"Dad! Rosen isn't my boyfriend! He's just Mom's neighbor; he was just being kind by helping me when I twisted my ankle!"

Mr. Gaines looked at Rosen and Black with suspicion. As a seasoned father, he instinctively sensed that something was wrong with his daughter's emotions.

"is that so?"

"Ahem! Mr. Gaines, actually I only met Blake yesterday!"

"We only met yesterday, and you're already inviting me to your home for lunch?"

Rosen looked at Mr. Gaines in surprise, and Blake also realized the problem with those words.

"Dad, are you spying on me and Mom?"

America values ​​her privacy highly, and Mr. Gaines's surveillance is illegal.

Knowing he was in the wrong, Mr. Gaines quickly offered an explanation.

"Blake, I'm just worried about the safety of your mother living in this community. You know these kinds of communities aren't safe..."

"Then go apologize to your mother! Instead of secretly spying on her like a pervert!"

Black stood with his hands on his hips, angrily rebuking Mr. Gaines; their sizes and auras were exactly opposite.

Mr. Gaines gave an awkward laugh.

Rosen could tell at a glance that the man was embarrassed to apologize to Mrs. Gaines because he was a little ashamed.

This situation is the same all over the world. Many couples' conflicts are originally just trivial matters, but they eventually separate because of saving face.

"Dad, I can't care less about you anymore! Rosen, let's go!"

Blake, looking disappointed in Rosen, grabbed his hand and prepared to leave.

"Blake, don't rush! Let me talk to Mr. Gaines. Men can probably clear things up more easily."

Rosen's words made Blake hesitate for a moment. As a daughter, she naturally hoped that her parents could reconcile.

"Okay, I'll wait for you over on the bench."

After Blake left, jumping up and down, Rosen took out 15 cigarettes produced by the system, pulled one out, and handed it to Mr. Gaines, who looked sullen.

"There are no additives in it, it's just regular tobacco! What do you call it?"

In America, you can't just accept cigarettes from strangers; who knows if they've been laced with something weird?

However, since Rosen insisted it was legitimate tobacco, Mr. Gaines accepted the cigarettes out of consideration for his daughter and had Rosen light them with a lighter.

"Ray, Ray Gaines."

"Mr. Gaines, you wouldn't want your wife to become someone else's wife, would you?"

Upon hearing this, Ray immediately resembled an enraged lion whose territory had been invaded, albeit a maneless one.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I imagine that with Mrs. Gaines's looks and demeanor, she would be very popular in any neighborhood. In my apartment building, several middle-aged men are interested in her. Mr. Gaines, if you continue to hesitate like this, I'm afraid Mrs. Gaines might have to change her surname!"