time
Day by day passes
On the European Internet, the crazy battles continue. However, at the center of the storm, Amsterdam's matchup is no longer as simple as online. Under the intensified conflicts, violent Amsterdam men formed an army. They called themselves the Wu Tao Party. They claimed that the meaning of their existence was to fight for Wu Tao.
And this is not a covert slogan.
During the interview on the TV show, members of the Wu Tao Party held high the TZC banner and said enthusiastically in front of the camera, "Before joining this organization, I never knew what I was living for, but now, I know that I exist." Meaning! I found what I was fighting for!
I am fighting for the freedom of all men!
"
Another person shed tears and gestured to the Trinity piously in front of the camera and said, "It was God who sent Duncan to us, just like God sent Wu Tao to us. Praise God, praise fate, praise fate!"
In the craze that swept through Amsterdam, not only men joined the Wu Tao Party, but also many women. They gather around the poet Duncan every day and listen to his voice intoxicatedly.
It's like listening to the celestial music from the gods in heaven.
And Duncan was completely obsessed with it. He could no longer remember the poems by the river, and he no longer liked the sour poems he had written.
What he longs for most every day is to take over from the hands of that man who is both a god and a demon. Those crazy articles, those post-modern violent poems, bring the whole of Amsterdam to climax and the whole of Europe. The entire cyberspace is trembling.
Compared with those obsessive postmodern poems, what he had written before was as meaningless as toilet paper.
For several days in a row, the members of the Wu Tao Party grew at a speed visible to the naked eye. Since the beginning of mankind, no organization has grown so fast. In less than a week, the team of the Communist Party expanded from a thousand to several. Thousands of people.
Tens of thousands of people held huge banners and flags. The banners had a big X in bright red paint, and below the X were the giant AQT and the company that produced it. JSB, GB, DLS.
They roared through the streets of Amsterdam.
Shouting *** slogans.
The slogan is very simple.
A Dutch word with only four words.
"Eptie!
"
"Eptie!
"
"Eptie!
"
"Eptie!
"
Under such a slogan, no man will not be moved by it.
But in the face of such a craze, Song Wenbin has become increasingly indifferent. Compared with when he was in Seoul, he has evolved. He no longer appears in front of the stage. These days, his job is just to write articles behind the scenes, and then for *** Contribution, nothing more.
Of course, his purpose has never been to have a T or not. To be honest, this kind of question is meaningless and even stupid for a misogynistic anchor. He doesn't care at all whether humans should use T or not. His only goal is the quantum state file at the University of Amsterdam.
And if he wants to obtain files, he must obtain the correct fingerprints, and this is a piece of cake for the Wu Tao Party controlled by him. Those fanatical party members would rather press their fingers on the hot wax and get burned than leave their fingerprints behind. As for things like autographs and photos, Song Wenbin almost gets as many as he wants.
What's more, in this frenzy, in order to show their identity, some of them even held up their identity documents and publicly expressed their yearning and support for freedom.
But Song Wenbin didn't care whether their names were real or not. The fingerprints, signatures and photos of these ordinary people were of no use to him. His target was the fingerprints that entered and exited the archives at the University of Amsterdam. As for whether fingerprints can be obtained, that will have to wait until the *** team goes to the University of Amsterdam.
Know.
However, he believed that in such a fanatical atmosphere, even the most rational people would find it difficult to resist.
However, just as the world has its eternal opposite, such large-scale anti-government demonstrations and extremely outrageous slogans also aroused resistance from women's rights activists throughout Amsterdam and throughout Europe.
Countless women's rights activists came from all over Europe overnight, and they also organized together to form the YT Party to compete with the Wu Tao Party. There was no nonsense, no ink, and no sloppy elements.
A YT Party uprising that was almost as strong as Wu Tao's Party broke out in Amsterdam in an instant. They held high banners to protect women's rights, held loudspeakers, and walked through the streets.
Two massive riots broke out in the city of Amsterdam at the same time, far exceeding all the riots in the city in the past. Everyone has to pick a side, and even people in Amsterdam don’t say hello or what the weather is like when they meet each other.
They greet each other when they come up.
"Are you going to die or not?"
This is all that distinguishes friendly troops from enemy troops.
And this not only caused the entire city of Amsterdam to be torn apart, it even caused tears within countless families in Amsterdam. In the hearts of women who have been brainwashed by the YT Party, even their parents have become hateful, because there is no doubt.
Their parents had them because of Wu Tao.
This.
is intolerable.
…
"Our bodies belong to us!
"
"We are not breeding machines!
"
"Reject all dike!
"
"Wu Tao die!
"
They shouted loud slogans.
Walking through the streets holding banners and slogans.
Those banners also had a big X painted on them, and under the bright red X was a huge male, the Amsterdam Spin Cannon.
...
After a week of operation, Duncan, who had long lost himself, drove the huge police team to the vicinity of the University of Amsterdam under the control of Song Wenbin's postmodern poetry and US dollars.
And the college students from this world's top university ran out of the university like crazy dogs, desperately handing over their fingerprints, signatures, photos, and everything else that symbolized their identity to Wu Taodang.
While leaving fingerprints and signatures, they screamed heartbreakingly: "I, James Campbell, real name is Wu Tao! Freedom for Nasus men!"
"
"Vincent, a sophomore majoring in law, launches under his real name, for freedom!
For Wu Tao!
Go!
"
"I, Baruch, oppose all forms of oppression!
for freedom!
Long live Wu Tao!
"
...
While they were shouting, they even rushed to the camera filming nearby, with their faces almost touching the camera. Each one of them passionately stated their attitude and support for this matter in front of the camera.
Of course, the same thing, the same attack is going on at another gate just a street away, except that most of the people who leave signature fingerprint photos are women. They support the YT Party and want signatures** *To the Amsterdam city government, requesting that the tax rate on safety product companies be reduced. It is best for taxpayers to subsidize these companies so that they can vigorously produce safety products.
Of course, Song Wenbin was completely worried about the consequences of this kind of thing. Seeing that the collection of identity information was in full swing, he was going to call Su Tina to ask her if she had found a matching fingerprint.
However, as if there was a telepathic connection, before his call came out, Sutina called him first.
Song Wenbin was stunned for a moment, then answered the phone.
"Song Wenbin!
!
!
"
Sutina screamed like crazy on the other end of the phone.
She no longer calls her that affectionate Brother Song.
Song Wenbin held the phone further away, the vibration made his eardrums hurt.
"What are you doing?
? "She cried crazily: "What did the *** do!
! I'm going crazy!
!
"
"What's wrong?" Song Wenbin said in disgust.
"You're crazy!
! Look what you have done to Amsterdam!
? But Sutina didn't care about the mission at all. She screamed frantically: "Are you still human!"
Can you still be a good person? ? "
Song Wenbin was surprised and said: "Why am I not a human being? They resisted the Amsterdam Spin Cannon in Amsterdam. Isn't this very Amsterdam?"
"Amsterdam Circle, you ghost!"
This is a crappy show!
Reporters from all over the world came here!
" Sutina shouted desperately on the phone, on the verge of collapse.
"Why are you so sensitive? Do you think what I do is not done in other countries in the West?" Song Wenbin said nonchalantly: "They don't just do it and broadcast it."
"Why are you learning skills from the barbarians in order to defeat the barbarians!" Sutina shouted in despair, grief and anger: "What kind of Murong Fu are you!
"
"Okay, don't make silly jokes." Song Wenbin said calmly: "Let's see if the fingerprints have been collected."
All fingerprints collected were not sent to City Hall, but were first sent to the Chinatown stronghold for sampling.
"What a collection!
Sutina cried desperately: "Huo Yu and Jiang Lu are gone!"
ah!
"
"What?" Song Wenbin was surprised and asked, "Where have they gone?"
"They're going to the ***!
"
Sutina was extremely sad and cried on the phone: "When your *** started, the producer... the producer couldn't resist herself and ran to join the resistance movement on the other side!
Huo Yu, Huo Yu went to find her... Huo Yu also went in!
ah!
! "
The crazy reality made Sutina kneel down in the stronghold, covering her face and crying: "Even the photographers ran away... Now I am the only one left in the entire stronghold..."
tf? ? ? ?
Song Wenbin was stunned. He put down the phone, looked at Wei Ning and his colleagues on the camera crew, and said, "The producer went to attend a party."
Wei Ning looked at Song Wenbin, at his idol, and at the huge and fanatical *** team beside him. His face was pale and his eyes were distracted.
"Ah..." He murmured without any surprise, "I want to go too..."
"Is the sense of immersion really that strong?" Song Wenbin asked in astonishment.
Wei Ning covered his face and cried as he looked at the team with loud gongs and drums and waving flags beside him, crying: "I'm tired...I really want to be with them..."
The chaotic power of the universe sets off a deadly whirlpool, which is charming and magical, just like the flower of deadly Indra, haunting those who encounter it. If you are not careful, you risk having your soul sucked away.
Seeing Weining's appearance, Song Wenbin turned pale. He was startled and asked loudly on the phone: "Have you found the fingerprints?"
Sutina cried and said in despair: "Only two were found... There is still one face that has not been matched. The oldest professor... has not been matched."
Song Wenbin bit his lip, even though
Even though he achieved this level, he still couldn't solve the problem perfectly. However, the manpower was exhausted, and the rest could only be resigned to fate. He looked at the sky. In a stable solar system, chaos could not last long, and the window left to them was fleeting. If something cannot be done, then it must be controlled. The film man and Huo Yu found him and quickly left the city that was about to explode.
"Bring the prepared materials here in the car," Song Wenbin said solemnly, "I'll go find Huo Yu and the producer, and we'll leave when we find them."
"good...."
Song Wenbin's cold voice finally made Su Tina no longer despair. She found her backbone, wiped her tears and stood up, choking and trembling: "I'll be there in five minutes..."
Putting down his cell phone, Song Wenbin couldn't help but grab Wei Ning, slapped him from left and right, and finally pulled him out of the fatal chaotic attraction.
"Disgusted..."
"Follow me to the producer!" he ordered.
Before Wei Ning could react, Song Wenbin led him to the other side where the women were having sex. As a result, they were stopped by a group of crazy women before they even got close. They came up and tore Song Wenbin's clothes and hair without saying a word. , screaming and yelling something.
Song Wenbin didn't know what they were shouting, so he could only shout loudly: "Translate, Wei Ning!"
"
Wei Ning's face turned pale and he said, "They asked you whether you would die or not."
Song Wenbin blurted out without hesitation: "die! die! die! die!"
! "
After listening to Weining's translation, those crazy women suddenly changed their faces. They put a huge banner into Song Wenbin's hands, pulled him over without any reason, drew an Amsterdam spinner on his face with a red pen, and then placed it on his face. There was an X on it, and Weining was no exception. An Amsterdam spinner was painted on his face and a big X was slapped on it. Then the woman pointed at the huge team and said loudly and excitedly.
"They told us to go to ***!
"Weining said excitedly.
Song Wenbin couldn't care less about what these people were thinking. He dragged Weining and followed the dense crowd into the *** queue. As he drilled, he shouted: "Quick, call Jiang Lu!
"
Weining started to make a phone call, but the chaos around him became stronger and stronger. The women's faces were all painted with Amsterdam spinner cannons and marked with an X. They all looked the same, the same crazy, the same unreasonable.
"Don't answer!
"
Wei Ning shouted.
"Depend on!
"
Song Wenbin cursed.
Each one is more unreliable than the last at critical moments.
"Yan...we are done..."
Wei Ning put down his cell phone and said softly, and he suddenly pointed not far away in fear. Song Wenbin looked up and saw that on the other side of the road, a large number of Wu Tao people were approaching. Even without any verbal prompts, Song Wenbin could see in their eyes that the conflict was about to escalate.
Are you going to fall down here?
No…
He hasn't found the national treasure yet.
He hasn't bought a house yet.
He hasn't had time to become a house slave yet.
How could he fall here?
Song Wenbin looked around with thought, and found that there was a photographer not far away taking pictures of him. Suddenly, Song Wenbin had an idea, and he said loudly: "Stop it, go and call Paulie!"
"
Wei Ning was shocked, realized what he was doing, and quickly called director Baoli. The call was connected, and Baoli shared his location. Song Wenbin pulled Wei Ning and ran all the way. Soon, they found the director in the crowd.
Sure enough, the director, who had a strong sense of any conflict, was already in place, carrying a huge camera barrel, shooting in one direction like crazy, and looking in that direction.
Okay!
Their producer, who is unsmiling and extremely serious
Jiang Luda is standing at the forefront of the conflict between men and women, boxing like crazy.
Moreover, it is a physical punch.
This is the intersection of the two streets and the place where the conflict took place head-on and was most intense.
People here are no longer satisfied with verbal confrontations. The conflicts here have risen to the physical level.
Jiang Lu has long lost the elegance she had when they first met. She has disheveled hair and a red-crossed Amsterdam accelerator on her face. However, she still screams enthusiastically and happily, and keeps grabbing a person holding a banner in front of her with her hands. The face of Wu Taodang's strong man.
While grabbing and fighting back, he screamed: "Go to hell Wu Tao! Go to hell to Wu Tao!"
My body belongs to me!
My body belongs to me!
"
