North Hollywood, Valley Shooting Range.

Martin was wearing earplugs, with the AR rifle on his shoulder, his eyes fixed on the moving target, and he pulled the trigger rhythmically. The bullets hit the target one after another, and no shot missed the target.

When the gunshots stopped, Bruce glanced at the electronic display and said, "All of them hit the target, man, your level has improved."

Antonio came over carrying an old Winchester rifle, glanced at the monitor, and shook his head: "Martin, your level is average."

Martin put down the gun and shrugged: "It's up to you."

Antonio stood in front of the target, as steady as a mountain of meat, raised his old-fashioned rifle, aimed at the moving target and fired repeatedly.

Every time he fired a shot, the fat all over his body trembled, as if all the recoil was resolved.

Antonio is as fat as a ball, but his hand speed is so fast that it puts a single boy to shame. He changed the bullet in the middle and fired ten bullets. The worst shot had eight rings.

Bruce was surprised: "I didn't realize that you are the civilized person."

Martin also didn't expect that the fat landlord could shoot quickly and accurately.

Antonio took off his earplugs and gasped for air. The two lumps in his chest were shaking violently. It seemed that he would be lying dead on the spot if he couldn't take a breath.

Martin asked: "Should we call the doctor?"

Antonio held on to the pillar next to him and shook his head. It took half a minute before he spoke: "I'm too fat, and the strenuous exercise of shooting is too heavy."

Martin said: "Fortunately you don't have a beautiful wife."

Bruce answered: "Anthony, you must not find a wife. Martin's bastard father is best at seducing the neighbor's wife. Do you think he can't?"

Martin gave Lao Bu a middle finger.

Antonio's breathing slowly became smoother, and he patted his belly, which was bigger than a basketball: "My brother has shrunk so much that he can't even see it. Why should I find a wife?" He is a man who understands well: "I have millions of dollars in assets, so why should I find a wife?"

, help me spend money?"

"You have understood life." Martin didn't dare to let him shoot again: "Let's go and take a rest."

As he walked, he said: "My marksmanship is not bad."

Antonio swayed the two big lumps on his chest: "The best sharpshooters among the people are all fat people."

Just as we arrived at the rest area, Mene came from outside.

He looked embarrassed: "I have an audition and I'm late."

Martin pulled up the chair and sat down, asking: "The one Craven recommended?"

"Yes, "Land of the Living Dead."" Mene opened his mouth and bent his hands into claws: "I play a zombie with a lot of personality. Director Craven recommended me. The casting director Eva is a 55-year-old woman.

..."

Antonio, an outsider, was embarrassed to say it clearly.

But Martin and Bruce can understand.

Mene is worthy of being a killer of middle-aged and elderly women.

Antonio looked at Mene briefly, then skillfully took out a business card and handed it to him: "Doctor Hyena, specializes in anorectal surgery. If necessary, go as soon as possible without delay."

He saw Mene in a daze: "I have been in North Hollywood for many years and have seen several clients with anal prolapse."

Menei was speechless. He originally wanted to throw it away, but after thinking about it carefully, he put it away again. What if it is needed someday?

Before the Saturn Awards ceremony, he heard from Hart and Carrington that there was a poor scoundrel in Atlanta who fell in love with a rich woman who liked her and made a lot of money.

If such a rich woman really came to him, it wouldn't be impossible for him to consider it.

Someone passed by. A young man in his twenties saw Martin. His eyes stayed on his face for a few seconds and said, "Sorry to excuse you, are you a star?"

Martin smiled at people: "Hello."

The young man immediately said: "You are..." He couldn't call Martin's name, but he remembered: "I have seen you taking a photo with Hugh Jackman holding the Saturn Award. You are as handsome as the photo."

Mene understood that this person did not remember Martin, but remembered that Martin had taken a photo with Hugh Jackman at the Saturn Awards. He quickly introduced: "My boss is Martin Davis, best young actor at the Saturn Awards, and a supernova in Hollywood.

."

The young man took out his mobile phone: "Take a photo together?"

Martin did not refuse and asked Bruce to help take a group photo.

When others left, Antonio was surprised: "Do you have fans?"

Martin is a stinker: "I won a grand prize once."

Antonio stood up tremblingly: "Let's go back. Let's take a photo in front of the apartment. When you become a big star, I will put the photo in the middle of the hall. Then the house will be rented out to actors, and the rent will be double what it is now.

!"

Martin laughed: "You have to give me a commission."

Back at the door of the apartment, Martin took a group photo with Antonio.

Seeing that it was almost time, he drove to Warner Studios.

After making a phone call and waiting for a while, Louise came out of the studio door.

When she got into the passenger seat, Martin saw that her brows had been furrowed. He stretched out a finger to slowly smooth it out and asked, "Is there something bothering you?"

"Find a place to have a drink first." Louise fastened her seat belt: "I don't feel very good."

Martin started the car and headed to North Hollywood: "Work?"

Louise didn't want to say more and asked again: "If I go bankrupt, will you kick me away?"

"Of course not." Martin said: "I am a good person with a conscience."

Louise shook her head: "You? Have a conscience?" She stopped mentioning these troublesome things: "Let's go, find a place to drink."

Martin smelled a faint smell of alcohol from her body: "Did you drink at noon? Stop drinking. I'll take you to eat something special."

He found a Chinese restaurant that he went to occasionally. He was worried that Louise wouldn't be used to it, so he ordered localized Chinese food.

The two chatted while eating.

Louise asked: "Have you concluded the project with Craven?"

Martin changed the serving chopsticks and helped her pick up the food: "There is a lack of investors..."

Louise misunderstood and said: "A large part of the funds for my last platter was spent on "Alexander the Great."

Martin said: "That's not what I meant. I just wanted to ask you, how feasible is it to introduce funds from Atlanta?"

These words reminded Louise: "Of course it can be done."

"How about this, I'll put together a new set." She thought of the Gray Company over there in Atlanta: "Count in Kelly, the loser, and your supporters, and put together a new set."

She thought about it for a while: "Kelly and I don't have enough funds. The main investment depends on your support team. This time is different from "Zombie Gigolo". I guarantee that the project will sign a distribution sharing agreement and we can make accounts."

More."

Martin couldn't help but laugh: "I discovered that behind... no, there's no one down there, it's too difficult to climb up."

"I'm going to be up there tonight and push you down!" Louise stated her position and added, "Are you sure you can get the funds?"

Martin nodded: "I contacted Atlanta once, the problem is not too big." He looked at Louise affectionately: "Alcoholic, I found out, you are still the best to me."

Louise snorted and told the shocking fact: "Since "Scream", none of the works produced or directed by Wes Craven has lost money."

Martin said: "When the crew is established, I will hold a party with more tricks."

After dinner, the two went to the Malibu beach to watch the night view. When they returned to the apartment building, the high-pitched singing began.

Antonio moved his fat body to the entrance of the corridor on the second floor and shouted: "Martin Davis, my friendship gun said that I will remove you from the list of friends."

…………

At night, Venice, a small seaside town in Los Angeles.

Kim Kardashian parked her car in front of a hotel, made a phone call, and took the elevator to the 6th floor.

The door opened, and Bruce waved to her. After she came in and locked the door, he looked at her face and asked, "What's going on?"

Jin Chuchu pitifully said: "In the afternoon, because of a piece of clothing, Paris threw it on me and my face was hit by a clothes hanger."

Bruce saw through this woman's thoughts: "Did she fulfill her promise in Australia?"

Jin's face was ugly. Although he was disappointed with Paris in Brisbane, he still had a glimmer of hope.

After returning to Los Angeles for so long, Paris has not mentioned a word about the introduction of her into the celebrity circle.

Jin burst into tears: "I'm completely confused now, I don't know what to do..."

Bruce said: "It's very simple. When Paris is depressed, encourage her to go to the bar to drink. With your ability, it is not difficult to make her completely drunk. Just argue with her and let her drive. The rest is

It’s easy.”

Jin asked: "Am I going to come forward again to be interviewed by reporters and defend her?"

Bruce laughed: "Didn't you say something for Paris recently in front of media reporters?"

"I know." Jin turned around, held his hands on the wall, and slumped his waist and straightened his hips.

An ambitious girl with a perky butt, and a perverted story that cannot be described.
To be continued...