Xuela's new album did not attract too many people's attention in China. Only one photo attracted everyone's attention. Xu Chuan was sitting on a chair holding a guitar and playing, while Xuela was sitting aside with his chin propped up on his face.
Look at him with a bright smile.
The photos are definitely photoshopped, and these foreigners are also very good at posing for photos.
"Who is this girl?" Many people on the Chinese Internet have asked this question. For many people in China, they don't actually pay much attention to these European and American celebrities. They may think they look familiar but can't name them.
Of course, some people will provide popular science information, but everyone's focus is on Sheila's eyes, "This woman must have a fever."
And some people who were watching the fun and not taking it too seriously used this photo to tag most of the domestic female stars, "Hurry up and work hard, the big star will be seduced soon."
Including but not limited to female celebrities who had been in contact with Xu Chuan were all commented on by these people, which directly made this matter a hot search.
Of course, these young masters Xu didn't know that he was called out by Allen Wayne to attend a party at an outdoor shooting range.
Xu Chuan originally refused. First of all, California has the strictest gun management in the United States. There are various restrictions on rifles, and the magazine locks are considered good. You can see many strange-looking guns here, so play
It actually sounds pretty boring. If you want to play with guns, you still have to go to a red-neck state. Las Vegas, which is closer, is not a bad idea.
After Mr. Xu encountered two consecutive shootings in one day and killed one person, he still felt a little guilty. After all, it was still a shooting range. If there was a mental illness, it was up to him to enjoy it or not.
Woolen cloth.
However, Allen tried his best to invite him. I can only say that this guy is really not afraid of death.
And Xue La seemed to be quite interested. She hadn't rested for a long time, and it was a rare day off to relax. Xu Chuan had no choice but to reluctantly agree.
When we arrived at the place, we found out that it was a shooting range belonging to one of Allen's friends, and a lot of people had gathered there. These people were definitely not Mr. Allen's friends, they were both businessmen and businessmen.
Not only was there a rally, but there also seemed to be a speech by a former administration executive, who was clearly a Republican, proposing to loosen gun control in California.
"Well, my dad was really annoyed by these people, so he asked me to take care of it." California is a stronghold of the Democratic Party, and it is definitely the home base of the white left. The Republican Party is destined to be unable to make waves.
However, this kind of proposal, which is similar to an essay-based proposal, appears every year. Whether it is passed or not is another matter. If you do nothing, it will appear that you have nothing to do. What's more important is that this kind of speech is chargeable.
Just like this time, the retired executive's fee is more than 200,000 US dollars. This is already an exchange of interests that can be brought to the table, and it is legal.
Allen's father must have owed this man a favor and was repaying the debt in this way.
"Do you know what happened recently?" Alan greeted Sheila, and the three of them were strolling around casually.
"What?"
"A few days ago, a drug lord offered a $100 million reward on TV to rescue him. At that time, there was a fierce gun battle between SWAT and some armed men. There was also a robbery in Brentwood yesterday and Shay was attacked in the evening.",
Allen briefly told Xu Chuan the reason for this gathering.
Xu Chuanxin said, 'Isn't this a coincidence? It all has something to do with me.'
"So, this time they used these incidents as a reason to ask the state government to relax restrictions on assault weapons." Allen raised his eyebrows and gestured to the protagonist of this rally with his eyes.
It was a middle-aged black man who looked very elite, and he was talking loudly to a group of people in suits who looked clearly not to be shooting targets.
"We must support this matter. I feel very unfree right now. Can you help me ask him if I can help me apply for an FFL for another 200,000 yuan?"
FFL (Federal Firearms License), which means Federal Firearms License, is a license granted by the United States to civilians or companies involved in arms manufacturing and trade.
Allen almost choked on his saliva, "Are you going to shoot up the store?" This guy doesn't want to do anything else.
Of course Xu Chuan said that he would definitely not be able to apply. If he wanted to apply, he could only use the status of the few Native Americans in the company.
"Forget it, I'm just joking." Xu Chuan patted Allen on the shoulder. The guy's expression was as if he was planning to do a big case here, and he would let you know if he really did it.
The men and women passing by said hello to the three people. It was more like an outdoor party, but they could just shoot targets at the same time.
Most people came with their own weapons, and Xu Chuan had seen all kinds of weird-looking guns that appeared under the California Gun Control Act.
There are various shark fins and magazine locks that restrict the holding position of the gun. Anyway, they look quite annoying. Xu Chuan would rather not play with this kind of thing than buy it anyway.
"These things are a complete joke. If bad people want to do bad things, wouldn't they take them down? The only function of this strange law is to restrict good people's right to self-defense. They are unconstitutional.", that black man.
Make an impassioned speech, look at other people, and then think about the Curtiss around you. They are all of the same race, so why are there such big differences?
"This behavior by the California government completely violates 2A (Second Amendment)"
Xu Chuan stood aside and couldn't help but applaud him. He was right.
Sheila pushed him gently, pulled him out of the crowd, and said with a smile, "Teach me how to shoot."
Okay, now that we are here, let these people know what professionalism is, hum.
However, Young Master Xu underestimated his own instinct. As a person who would have a stress reaction when hearing the sound of firecrackers, in a place full of strange gunmen, his brain kept issuing alarms for him. This is why he did not like to come to ordinary places.
Due to the shooting range, two knives are too many.
Resisting the urge to pin the idiot who pointed the gun at him to the ground, Xu Chuan helped Xue La choose a Smith & Wesson M&P9c, which is a compact version of the M&P9 with a 9mm caliber and 10-round magazine size.
Compact and suitable for women to use.
But to be honest, the barrel of this compact gun is too short, and the recoil is actually harder to control.
"Okay, hold it as high as possible." Xu Chuan taught her the correct posture of holding the gun step by step, and then straightened her golden fingers that she was used to as a beginner.
"Both arms move forward at the same time, use both hands hard, and don't extend your arms too much." Then, when there is no bullet in the gun, press the trigger.
After asking her to do this several times and feeling that it was okay, Xu Chuan handed her the magazine.
Help her put on the noise-canceling headphones and goggles, "Just do what you did before, shoot at the target." Behind her, he slightly supported her back with his left hand.
"Don't you need to aim?" Sheila turned around and asked in confusion.
"Haha, you can't even aim at a three-meter target." It felt so good to hear the sound.
"Oh", then he pulled the trigger.
Facts have proven that some people can miss even a three-meter target.
Xu Chuan couldn't figure out how this woman did it, considering it was a half-length target.
However, Xue La was very happy. She turned to look at Xu Chuan with excitement on her face, and turned the gun that was already empty and idle.
"Fuck" Xu Chuan moved aside completely reflexively, then reached out and snatched the gun away.
With a black line on his face, he knocked on the opponent's head and said, "Don't point your gun at anyone at any time, even if you are 100% sure that there are no bullets in the gun."