Chapter 1502 The wild boars in Paris have become fine!
Mutasim encouraged himself to have courage, but when he walked out of the hospital, he found that things had changed. He used to be a green man, but now he suddenly turned into a green pig.
In the past, when a green man took to the streets, everyone gave in; when a group of green men took to the streets, the heroes made changes; when a large group of green men took to the streets, the police had to be careful. But today, when the dignified Mr. Mutashim takes to the streets, he is greeted with all kinds of contempt.
of cynicism.
Mutasim, wearing an Arab robe, walked on the street, and no one looked at him. Passers-by laughed, vendors laughed, and even children dared to point at him. Especially when they saw his broken back and bandaged wounds.
, which even made many people laugh in the street.
"Do you want to cause trouble?" Faced with two thin little gangsters who were laughing at him, Mutasim stepped forward bravely and shouted angrily, "What's so funny? You should respect me and my beliefs. This is a free country.
, you can’t laugh at me like this.”
The two gangsters immediately used their fists to express their "respect" for Mutashim. Mutashim, who was still injured, was knocked to the ground on the spot, and they beat him until he screamed. This was unimaginable in the past.
, there were actually people cheering on the whole street, and some were taking photos and posting videos.
"You have to be lucky that I can't get paid to feed you pork now, otherwise I will definitely feed you." The two little ruffians spat a few mouthfuls on Mutashim's face and left arrogantly.
Mutashim got up in embarrassment, only to see people gloating about his misfortune - Where is the Madonna in France? Where is the Madonna in Europe? Are all the Madonnas in the world dead? Without the Madonna, what would the Green Christians do?
live?
Mutashim was panic-stricken. Why had such earth-shaking changes happened in the past night? He walked a long way on two legs before returning to his neighborhood. He originally hoped to gain some comfort, but found that the entire neighborhood had been destroyed.
Police blockade.
A large group of Arab green believers were blocked on the street. In the past, they would have been making endless noises, jumping and yelling. But today, they were as honest as cattle and sheep, and not a single one of them made a sound.
"What happened again?" Mutahim finally found a familiar brother in the crowd. After his brother recognized him, he quickly dragged him aside and cried in a low voice: "Dear Mutah
Shim, we're finished."
"Speak clearly."
"Since last night, we have been under constant attack. In the past, no one dared to challenge us in the 93 departments, but last night all gang members in Paris came to bully us.
You have to know that most of us can only go to the street, parade and make a few noises. The sudden siege caused us to suffer a lot of losses. Our shops were smashed, our residences were robbed, and our people were still alive.
Being insulted, our lives were ruined."
This cry triggered the lamentations of a lot of Albanian believers around them. They didn't even think about why they ended up in a situation where they were hated by the entire society. They would only curse everyone for disrespecting them after being hit, like a defeated dog.
Like whining.
"Then what's going on with these policemen?" Mutahim looked at the blockade. A large number of police officers and even a large number of special police officers appeared here. They continued to rush into residences one after another, arresting people and searching
exhibit.
Soon someone started telling the truth.
"The police came to protect us at first, but they also entered our territory and found a lot of drugs."
"Weapons and ammunition that we had stored in preparation for the riot were also found."
"A large number of female slaves we obtained from North Africa and the Middle East were also discovered by the police."
"The bodies of the people we lynched and executed were also found by the police."
"Now that the media is reporting that the police have discovered a huge sore hiding in Paris, the whole of France is shaken. No one dares to speak for us here."
"Dear Mutassim, you are also wanted by the police."
O Allah, O Allah, are you trying to test me?
Mutashim was staggered by the news one after another. He never expected that after this night, his foundation would be uprooted. He cursed angrily: "What about our enemy? The 'victor' who issued the feeding mission
Victor Hugo', I bet he is the 'Chinese Lin'.
Did the police arrest China Forest? Did anyone protest? Did anyone unite to march? Are you just sitting here doing nothing? You should have united to fight at this time!"
All the Albanians who were asked were depressed. He was living a good life. He was rich, powerful and had a positive image. No one would easily trouble him. On the contrary, the French still feel that
The Chinese should be thanked.
Why should I be grateful? I can’t tell you. I just think this person is good, he has changed society, and has given Paris a cleansed and comfortable feeling. But the Arab green believers who only give birth to children and need relief have reached the point where everyone is calling for beatings.
"No, we can't do nothing, we must take action." Mutasim is the boss after all. "At this time, we should put ourselves in the perspective of the victims and tell the world that we are also peace-loving.
We are also kind, we are moderates.
Find more women and children, show weakness now, let the Holy Mothers sympathize with us again. Without sympathy we are nothing. We must start from the perspective of freedom of religion and belief, express to the media that we are being persecuted and stigmatized, and let
They feel guilty and it makes them feel bad."
A group of idle Arabs were suddenly ready to take action. Parades and protests were their specialty, and organizing them was not difficult at all. There seemed to be no other way out of this situation. Finding ways to emphasize that they were not extremists and to let the government continue to protect them was the top priority.
As long as it works, the old method is a good method. Anyway, idle time is idle, so it’s good to go out and walk around to eat!
A group of Arab believers immediately began to agitate. They made banners, flags, and printed slogans. Women and children representing the weak were found, and then a large number of adult men followed.
At this time, regardless of whether the police approve it or not, they must use the parade to make their own harmless noise. It would be even better if the police blocked it or there was some conflict or even killed some people. Especially if several women and people died during the conflict.
My child, the international community will be shocked.
Relying on the convenient communication and the conditions of group living, the march organized by Mutasim began immediately. They set off from the 93 provinces where Arabs are concentrated and headed south, from the suburbs to the city center. Along the way, more and more Green believers joined them.
.
Before the Paris police could react, the hundreds of people turned into tens of thousands, and they marched towards the Arc de Triomphe. The media was sensitive at this time, and a large number of reporters immediately gathered along the way of the parade, and they took photos
The poor women and children in the team, and their slogans.
"We are moderates."
"We also want to live a stable life."
"Don't discriminate, don't separate, we are all French."
"I'm a Green Cultist, would someone like to give me a hug?"
"Don't push us to extremism, we need freedom and democracy just as much as you do."
Oh..., this scene is really pitiful. It is completely a cry from an oppressed group. How can it not make the Holy Mothers feel sympathy?
The team slowly moved forward. This scene was exactly what the white left elites needed. The unscrupulous media were even more excited. All the reporters wanted to win a Pulitzer Prize or something based on such an incident.
The time, place, and people are favorable, and we just want to make things big.
But it’s not just Mutasim who is trying to make things bigger, there are also people who want to play the game to the end.
Right in front of the parade, under the majestic Arc de Triomphe, a wild boar ran out of nowhere. This wild boar was so big, with thick legs and a strong body, and steel-maned tusks. It grunted and barked, and it was not easy to mess with at first glance.