Me who fears women travels with beautiful girls

Chapter 188

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day by day

On the European network, the crazy matchups are still going on.However, at the very center of the storm, the matchup in Amsterdam is no longer as simple as online.Under the intensified contradictions, violent Amsterdam men formed an army. They called themselves the Wu Tao Party, and they claimed that the meaning of their existence was to fight for Wu Tao.

And this is not a secretive slogan.

During an interview on a TV program, a member of Wu Tao’s party held up the banner of WTZC and said frantically in front of the camera, “Before I joined this organization, I never knew what I was living for, but now, I know that I exist.” meaning! I have found what I am fighting for!! I am fighting for the freedom of all men!!"

In addition, someone tearfully compared to the Trinity in front of the camera and said: "It is God who sent Duncan to us, just as God sent Wu Tao to us, praise God, praise fate, praise fate!"

In the frenzy that swept across Amsterdam, not only men joined the Wu Tao Party, but even many women joined the Wu Tao Party.They gather around the poet Duncan every day, listening to his voice fascinatedly.

It's like listening to the fairy music from the gods of heaven.

And Duncan has been completely obsessed with it, he can no longer remember the poem by the river, he no longer likes the sour poems he once wrote.

What he desires most every day is to take over from that man who is also a god and a devil. Those crazy articles and those post-modern violent verses will bring the whole of Amsterdam to a climax and make the whole of Europe Cyberspace trembles.

Compared with the obsessive postmodern poetry, what he wrote before is as meaningless as toilet paper.

For several days, the members of Wu Tao's party grew at a speed visible to the naked eye. Since the existence of human beings, no organization can grow so fast. In less than a week, the parade team has expanded from a thousand people to tens of thousands. .

Tens of thousands of people held huge banners and flags. The bright red paint on the banner was marked with a big X, and under the X was a huge AQT and the company that produced it. JSB, GB, DLS.

They roared through the streets of Amsterdam.

Shouting rally slogans.

The slogan is very simple.

Dutch words with only four letters.

"Nee Anticonceptie!!"

"Nee Anticonceptie!!"

"Nee Anticonceptie!!"

"Nee Anticonceptie!!"

Under such a slogan, no man is not moved by it.

But in the face of such a frenzy, Song Wenbin became more and more indifferent. Compared with Seoul, he has evolved. He no longer appears in front of the stage. That's all.

Of course, his purpose has never been to have T or not to have T. To be honest, this kind of question is meaningless and even stupid to him, a misogynist 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 the files, he needs to obtain the correct fingerprints, and this kind of thing is a piece of cake for the Wu Tao party controlled by him.Those fanatical partisans would rather burn their fingers on the hot wax oil than leave their fingerprints behind.As for autographs and photos, Song Wenbin almost wanted as much as he wanted.

What's more, under the frenzy, in order to show their identities, some of them even held up their identity documents, publicly expressing their yearning for and support for freedom.

But Song Wenbin didn't care about their real names. The fingerprints, signatures and photos of these ordinary people were useless to him. His goal was the fingerprints of those who entered and exited the archives of the University of Amsterdam.As for whether fingerprints can be obtained, we will not know until the parade goes to the University of Amsterdam.

However, he believes that in such a frenzied atmosphere, even the most rational people will find it difficult to resist.

However, just as there is his eternal opposite in the world, such large-scale demonstrations and extremely outrageous slogans also aroused the resistance of women's rights advocates in Amsterdam and even in Europe.

Numerous women's rights activists rushed from all over Europe overnight, and they also organized together to form the YT Party, which competed with Wu Tao's Party, without any nonsense, without any ink, and without any sloppy elements.

A YT party parade that was almost comparable to Wu Tao's party was set off in Amsterdam in an instant. They held up banners protecting women's ZG rights, held trumpets, and walked through the streets.

Two massive parades simultaneously ignited in the city of Amsterdam, far exceeding all parades in the city.Everyone has to pick sides, even Amsterdammers stop saying hello or what the weather is like when they meet.

They greet each other when they come up.

"Are you dying or not?"

This is everything that distinguishes friendly from enemy forces.

And this not only caused the tearing of the whole city of Amsterdam, but also the tearing of countless families in Amsterdam. In the hearts of those women who were brainwashed by the YT party, even their parents became disgusting, because there is no doubt.

Their parents had them because of Wu Tao.

and this.

is intolerable.

……

"Our bodies belong to us!!"

"We are not breeding machines!!"

"Reject all dikes!!"

"Wu Tao die!!"

They shouted loud slogans.

Holding banners and slogans, they walked through the streets and alleys.

Those banners also had a big X painted on them, and under that bright red X was a giant male, the Amsterdam cyclotron.

After a week of operation, Duncan, who had long lost himself, drove a huge parade near the University of Amsterdam under the control of Song Wenbin's postmodern poems and US dollars.

And the college students of this world's top university ran out of the university like dogs in heat, and desperately handed over fingerprints, signatures, photos, and everything with status symbols to Wu Tao's party.

While leaving fingerprints and signatures, they screamed heartbreakingly: "My real name is James Campbell Wu Tao! Freedom for a Nasus man!!"

"Vincent, a sophomore in the law department, launched with his real name, for freedom!! For Wu Tao!! Go!!"

"I, Baruch, oppose all forms of oppression!! Long live freedom!! Long live Wu Tao!!"

While shouting, they even rushed to the side of the camera, their faces were almost on the camera, and one by one impassionedly stated their attitude and support for this matter in front of the camera.

Of course, the same thing, the same rally was going on just one street across another gate, but the majority of those who left signature fingerprint photos were women, they supported the YT party, and wanted to sign a petition to the city of Amsterdam The government wants to reduce the tax rate for safety product companies, and it is best for taxpayers to subsidize these companies so that they can vigorously produce safety products.

Of course, what would happen to this kind of thing? Song Wenbin didn't care at all. He saw that the collection of identity information was in full swing, so he was going to call Su Tina to ask if she had found a matching fingerprint.

However, as if there was a tacit understanding, before his call was made, Su Tina made the call first by herself.

Song Wenbin froze for a moment, then connected the phone.

"Song Wenbin!!!!!!"

Su Tina screamed like crazy on the phone.

She didn't call that affectionate Brother Song any more.

Song Wenbin held the phone a little farther away, and the eardrums hurt from the shock.

"What the hell are you doing!!!?" She cried frantically, "What the hell are you doing!!! I'm going crazy!!!!"

"What's the matter?" Song Wenbin said with disgust.

"You're crazy!!! Look what you've made Amsterdam into!!?" Su Tina didn't care about the task at all, she screamed frantically: "Are you still human!! You can still be a good person! Personal!?"

Song Wenbin was surprised and said, "Why am I not a human being? They are resisting the Amsterdam cyclotron in Amsterdam. Isn't this very Amsterdam?"

"Amsterdam roundabout, you ghost!! This is a fart show!! Reporters from all over the world are running here!!" Su Tina shouted in despair on the phone, on the verge of collapse.

"What are you so sensitive about? Do you think that what I do is rarely done in other countries in the West?" Song Wenbin said indifferently: "They just keep doing it and broadcast it."

"What kind of master barbarians have skills to control barbarians!" Su Tina yelled in despair, grief and indignation: "What kind of Murong Fu are you!!"

"Okay, don't mess with me." Song Wenbin said calmly: "Quickly see if you have collected your fingerprints."

All the fingerprints collected were not sent to the city hall, but were first sent to the stronghold in Chinatown for sampling.

"Still collecting farts!!" Su Tina cried out in despair, "Huo Yu and Jiang Lu are gone!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhahs the other!

"What?" Song Wenbin was surprised now, and asked, "Where did they go?"

"They're going to the parade!!"

Su Tina cried in grief on the phone: "When your parade started, the producer...the producer didn't hold back, and went to participate in the resistance movement on the other side!! Huo Yu, Huo Yu went to find her Huo Yu The rain is coming in too!!! Ahh!!!”

The crazy reality made Su Tina knelt down in the stronghold, covered her face and wept: "Even the photographer ran away, and now I am the only one left in the whole stronghold."

wtf? ? ? ?
Song Wenbin was stunned. He put down the phone, looked at Wei Ning and his film crew colleagues, and said, "The producer has gone to participate in the parade."

Wei Ning looked at Song Wenbin, at his idol, and at the huge and frenzied parade beside him, his face was pale, and his eyes were already scattered.

"Ah" he murmured without any surprise, "I want to go too."

"Is the sense of substitution really that strong?" Song Wenbin asked in astonishment.

Wei Ning looked at the gongs, drums and flags flying beside him, covering his face and crying, "I hate it, I really want to be with them."

The chaotic power of the universe sets off a deadly vortex, which is charming and magical, just like the deadly flower of Indra, which makes those who meet it haunt their dreams. If they are not careful, there is a risk of their soul being sucked away.

Seeing Wei Ning's appearance, Song Wenbin's face turned pale, he was startled, and asked loudly on the phone: "Have you found your fingerprints!?"

Su Tina cried and said in despair: "Only two were found. There is still a face that has not been matched, and the oldest professor has not been matched."

Song Wenbin bit his lips tightly. Even if he did this, he still couldn't solve the problem perfectly.However, the personnel are exhausted, and the rest can only be resigned to fate. He looked at the sky. In a stable solar system, the chaos cannot last for too long, and the window left for them is fleeting. The filmmaker and Huo Yu found it, and quickly left the city that was about to explode.

"Bring over the finished materials by car," Song Wenbin said in a deep voice, "I'll go find Huo Yu and the producer, and we'll leave when we find them."

"it is good"

Song Wenbin's indifferent voice made Su Tina no longer desperate. She found her backbone, wiped away her tears and stood up, choked with sobs and said tremblingly, "I'll be there in 5 minutes."

Putting down the phone, Song Wenbin grabbed Wei Ning involuntarily, slapped him both 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 took him to the women's meeting place on the other side, but he was stopped by a group of crazy women before he got close. They came up and tore Song Wenbin's clothes and hair without saying a word. Yelling and yelling something.

Song Wenbin didn't know what they were shouting, so he could only shout loudly: "Translation, Wei Ning!!"

Wei Ning said with a pale face, "They asked if you died or not."

Song Wenbin blurted out without hesitation: "die! die! die! die!!!"

After listening to Wei Ning's translation, those crazy women changed their faces instantly. They stuffed a huge banner into Song Wenbin's hands, pulled him over involuntarily, drew an Amsterdam cyclotron on his face with a red pen, and then There was an X on it, and Wei Ning was no exception, with an Amsterdam cyclotron painted on his face and a big X.Then the woman pointed at the huge team and said loudly excitedly.

"They let us go to the parade!!" Wei Ning said excitedly.

Song Wenbin couldn't control what these people were thinking. He dragged Wei Ning into the parade along the dense crowd, shouting as he went, "Hurry up, call Jiang Lu!"

Wei Ning started to make a phone call, but the surrounding chaos became stronger and stronger. Those women all had Amsterdam cyclotron painted on their faces and had an X on them. They all looked the same, the same crazy, and the same unreasonable.

"No!!"

Wei Ning shouted.

"Depend on!!"

Song Wenbin cursed.

At critical moments, one is more unreliable than the other.

"Hate We Are Over"

Wei Ning put down his phone and said softly, he suddenly pointed fearfully not far away.Song Wenbin looked up, and it turned out that on the other side of the road, there were a large number of Wu Tao people approaching here. Even without any verbal prompts, Song Wenbin could see from their eyes that it was a signal that the conflict was about to escalate.

Are you going to fall down here?
Do not…

He has yet to find the national treasure.

He hasn't bought a house yet.

He has not had time to become a house slave.

How can it fall down here?

Song Wenbin turned his mind to look around, and found that there was a photographer not far away taking pictures of him. Suddenly, Song Wenbin had an idea, and he said loudly: "Don't BB, go, call Baoli!! "

Wei Ning was startled, reacted, and quickly threw a call to the director Bao Li, the call was connected, and Bao Li shared his location.Song Wenbin dragged Wei Ning and ran all the way, and soon, they found the director among the crowd.

Sure enough, the director, who has a strong sense of any conflict, is already in place, carrying a huge camera barrel, frantically shooting in one direction, and looking in that direction.

Ok!

Their producer, the unsmiling and serious Jiang Luda, is standing at the forefront of the conflict between men and women at the moment, punching wildly.

Moreover, it is a punch in the physical sense.

This is the intersection of the two streets, and it is also the place where the frontal conflict occurs and is the most intense.

People here are no longer satisfied with verbal confrontation. Here, the conflict has risen to the physical level.

Jiang Lu has long since lost the elegance she had when we first met. She had disheveled hair and painted an Amsterdam Accelerator with a red cross on her face, but she was still screaming frantically and endlessly, constantly grabbing a banner in front of her with her hands. The face of Wu Tao's strong man.

Screaming while scratching: "Go to Wu Tao! Go to Wu Tao!! My body belongs to me!! My body belongs to me!!"

(End of this chapter)