American Fame and Fortune Chapter 817

Chapter 817 Biochemical Weapons

 Los Angeles, Brentwood.

Music manager Scooter Braun worked until early in the morning and was finally able to fall asleep.

 Ever since his number one customer Justin Bieber became famous, he has had endless work and troubles to deal with. It's like customers are asking for help anytime and anywhere, and he has to help wipe their butts all the time.

This is not the most uncomfortable thing.

Scooter found that the small internet celebrities signed from YouTube were becoming more and more difficult to manage and could get out of control at any time.

With the **** client not around, Scout finally had a good night's sleep.

 While I was sleeping soundly, the phone rang suddenly.

Scout sat up straight like a corpse. He was stunned for several seconds before coming back to his senses. He picked up the phone and connected it. After hearing a few words from the other side, he almost jumped: "What? Justin is on the headlines." "

 After making the call, he turned on the computer first, logged on to the TMZ website, and watched the news video.

Agents are different from celebrities. Justin Bieber thought it was just a disgusting little thing, but Scout saw the huge crisis contained in it.

 Because of the time difference, the sun is already high in the New York sky.

Most of them don't look normal, and many of them are men or women gathered together.

 In addition to these special groups preparing to protest, several NYPD patrol cars also drove over.

Of course, reporters and paparazzi who got the news are indispensable.

“You're so cruel, Leo.” Nicholson adjusted his sunglasses and looked through the car window at the colorful and indifferent guys in the distance.

“I know a famous anorectal surgeon, nicknamed Hyena,” said Martin.

Bria took out the makeup mirror, glanced at the face with heavy makeup, and then took out the eyebrow pencil to trace the blue eyebrows. The tall and thick body with the weird afro made her look like a monster.

Bria asked: "Are you ready?"

“I know.” Michelle looked around at her black companions: “We are African Americans, **** and transgender, and women's rights activists.”

 As far as the current version is concerned, the Buff stack is full.

Bria motioned Michelle to pay attention to the people gathered on the other side: "The **** group is also here."

Michelle, a black man, is wearing a white skirt, a big golden nose ring, and white boots. She looks like a big cow walking upright.

Leonardo saw the cross-dressing men and said: "If each of them can go up and **** Justin Bieber once, my heartache will heal automatically."

This is New York, the pioneer of freedom, not Texas.

Some NYPD shouted something loudly to maintain basic order.

 Manhattan, near Hudson Yards.

 “There seems to be some movement.” Leonardo reminded.

The burly girl said into the Bluetooth headset: "He got out of the elevator."

Michelle patted the handbag she was carrying: "We went to Chinatown overnight and bought up all the eggs from a special workshop there."

 The security personnel of the apartment watched these people vigilantly.

Bria understood: "Only you will take action in a moment."

Scooter was anxious and quickly called his collaborator and a friend in New York and asked them to find Justin immediately. Then he called his assistant and asked her to rent a business jet as quickly as possible.

The crowd stopped moving when they got a little closer.

 The most conspicuous group of people are men wearing women's clothing.

In the elevator, an unusually tall girl leaned to one side and glanced at Justin, who was standing in the center.

 Died the landline again, but no one answered.

 Martin looked that way too.

The business car driven by Bruce parked nearby.

He said with admiration: "If it's like what you said, even the best anorectal doctors in the world wouldn't be able to cure Justin Bieber."

 Leonardo picked up the telescope and said: "With so many protesters, that **** will come out?"

 From all directions, people gathered near an apartment building next to the small square.

 There were several black men and women dressed similarly.

 Even so, he is more normal than the black Michelle next to him.

Several major groups, through behind-the-scenes supporters, secured authorization for legal gatherings overnight.

 Martin said casually: "I just came here to let you take a look, so as to comfort your hurt heart."

Remembering what the **** said in the video, this person really wanted to pick up the umbrella and stab it down hard with the pointed end!

 The first floor arrived, the elevator door opened, and Justin walked out alone.

He looked at the sky that was about to light up outside, and quickly dialed Justin's phone, but he received a prompt to turn off the phone.

The protestors suddenly waved various slogans and moved towards the apartment.

 Looking at the gathering of these abnormal groups of people, pedestrians walked around one after another, but they didn't find it strange.

Justin put his hands into his coat pockets and walked out of the apartment alone. He was going to go out to get some good stuff today and didn't plan to call anyone else.

What happened last night seriously hurt Justin's heart, and he wanted to be alone to heal.

Justin looked up and saw the crowd gathering on the sidewalk outside. He didn't take it seriously at all. He pulled up the hood of his coat and put it on, speeding up and going out.

As soon as people came out, the originally calm scene seemed like water falling into hot oil and exploding with a bang.

 “Against discrimination!”

 “Equal power!”

 “Trans people have human rights!”

Most people's slogans are quite reasonable.

Amidst the shouting, Justin was somewhat confused and didn't understand what was happening. ˆ ˆ ˆThose women's clothing tycoons are even more radical.

“Discriminators get out of New York!”

 “Scum!”

Justin realized that these **** were coming for him.

But he didn't care and wasn't afraid. There were many NYPD officers on site to maintain order.

Not only did Justin not go back, but he held his head high and walked towards the car on the side of the road under the protection of the apartment security.

No matter the curses and protests, or the flashlights of reporters around him, they could not stop him.

The cross-dressing boss Bria followed and shouted loudly from two meters away: "Scum, you only deserve to eat cows..."

These words fell into Justin's ears, and they immediately reminded him of the gun last night, which exploded instantly.

What slogans, slogans, and protests are not in his eyes at all.

Justin turned around and raised two middle fingers at the colorful ugly man: "Fake!"

He shouted loudly: "You disgusting things, I feel like vomiting when I see you, so I get on my horse and roll away..."

Before he finished speaking, something seemed to fly over.

Michelle had already squeezed in close to Justin, and threw an egg from a few meters away.

The egg that was originally thrown towards his mouth was slightly deflected and hit Justin on the nose.

 The egg broke, and the egg liquid fell down and fell into Justin's mouth.

The unique stench of rotten eggs makes people nauseous.

Justin not only smelled it, but also tasted it. He was so sick that he wanted to vomit.

 But Michelle, guys with a lot of buffs, would not let him go easily.

 Four more black men dressed as women took out rotten eggs from their handbags and threw them at Justin.

The two sides were too close, and the first biochemical weapon caused vomiting damage to Justin, leaving him with no time to hide.

There was a loud crackling sound, and all the rotten eggs hit Justin on the head.

 Michelle kept moving. After throwing one, he took out the second one.

This is the secret recipe of rotten eggs that I bought specially in the early morning!

 The second round of rotten eggs came over, and Justin turned around and ran back quickly.

The stench all over his body, especially the smell that fell into his mouth, made him vomit while running. He vomited out all the breakfast he had just eaten.

 “Stop!” The NYPD were not vegetarians either, shouting loudly: “Put down the weapons in your hands!”

The shouts, protests and scolds came and went one after another, making the place a mess.

The dedicated paparazzi reporters certainly would not miss this good opportunity to make a lot of money. They ignored the stench and took pictures of the protesting crowd and the embarrassed Justin.

From the car not far away, he smelled the stench coming over, and Martin reminded: "Close the window quickly!"

 Leonardo put down the telescope and raised the window glass without Martin's prompting.

Nicholson said: "This group of shapeshifters in New York are more powerful than the Iraqis, and they actually hide a biological killer weapon!"

“I didn't expect to see such a good show.” Martin was somewhat surprised.

 Leonardo was very happy: "No wonder you and Jack like to mess with people so much. It's really fun to mess with people!"

Nicholson summed up a life experience: "It's always fun to make people."

 Martin glanced over there and said, "The excitement is over, let's retreat."

 Leonardo nodded: "Go back."

Bruce started the car and left Hudson Yards.

In front of the apartment building, NYPD support rushed over, and the police controlled the first few people to take action.

 Brand and his colleagues held down Michelle, a black man who looked like a large upright cow.

 As a white police officer, his actions are inevitably rough.

Especially when he grabbed Michelle's weapon bag, the bag fell to the ground and all the remaining rotten eggs were broken.

Two white police officers each clamped one of Michelle's arms and wanted to take her to the police car.

Michelle's fake **** fell to the waistband of her trousers. She struggled and shouted: "I'm a woman, you broke my breasts, and I'm going to sue you! Let me go quickly, and even if you arrest me, women will come over!"

Brand exchanged a look with his colleague. Thinking of this guy's identity, he couldn't help but regret it. Why did he rush down to control the person in a hurry?

Looking at the current situation, it's hard not to get any credit, but it's also causing a lot of trouble.

Michelle was still shouting: "I am a woman, please let the policewoman..."

These words reminded Brand, and he had an idea and said: "How can you define other people's gender at will? The two of us look like men, but we are actually women, but we haven't had time to do the surgery."

　　The higher version crushed Michelle. Michelle was stunned, closed her mouth, and looked at Brand with slight surprise.

　　Brand saw that the person was settling down, and he didn't feel that he had done anything. He just escorted the person away.

 Michelle suddenly said: "Officer, thank you."

These words made Brand confused, thinking that this group of people really had something wrong with their heads.

Michelle didn't say much more, but Brand's words opened a door to a new world for him!

 Being temporarily detained by the NYPD has become a trivial matter.

 Michelle repeated Brand's words over and over in her head - How can you define other people's gender at will?

 The version has been upgraded.

 (End of this chapter)

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