Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 1502: The wild boars in Paris are all fine!

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Mutahim encouraged himself by courage, but when he walked out of the hospital, he found that it was changing. He used to be Uncle Green in the past, but now he has suddenly become a green pig.

In the past, an uncle Green took to the street and everyone gave way; a group of uncle Green took to the street, and a group of heroes made easy changes; a large group of uncle Green took to the street, and the police must be careful. But today Uncle Mutahim took to the streets, but we were greeted with all kinds of contemptuous cynicism.

Mutahim, dressed in an Afro robe, was walking down the street, and no one looked at him anymore. Passers-by, hawkers haha, even the children dare to point him at him. Especially seeing his broken head and bandaged wound, it caused a lot of people to laugh on the street.

"Do you want to cause trouble?" Faced with the two thin and muscular scoffs who laughed at themselves, Mutashim stepped forward and yelled, "There is nothing funny, you should respect me and respect my faith. This is a Free country, you cannot laugh at me like this. "

Two little ruffians immediately used their fists to express their ‘respect’ towards Mutashim. The injured Mutashim was knocked down on the spot and screamed at him under the fist. This was inconceivable in the past. Some people were applauding the whole street, and some people were taking photos and posting videos.

"You must be thankful that you can't get the money to feed you pork now, otherwise I will feed you." Two little ruffians spit a few bites at Mutasim's face and left arrogantly.

Mutahim climbed up in embarrassment and saw that all around him were gloating-where is the French Virgin? Where is the Virgin of Europe? Are the Virgin of the world dead? How can Muslim live without the Virgin?

Mutahim was sad, how could this earth-shaking change take place this night? He walked a long way on his legs before returning to his block. He had hoped to get some comfort, but he found that the whole block was blocked by the police.

A large group of Afro-Muslim were blocked in the street, and they had been clamoring and violently arguing in the past. But today they are honestly like cattle and sheep, and none of them speak out.

"What the **** is going on again?" Mutasim finally found a fellow sibling in the crowd. And his brother recognized him quickly and dragged him aside, crying in a low voice: "Dear Mutahim, we are done."

"You make it clear."

"Since last night, we have been under constant attack. No one dared to challenge us in the 93 provinces in the past, but all gangster personnel from all walks of Paris came to bully us last night.

You have to know that most of us can only go to the street, travel around, and make a few noises. The sudden siege caused us great losses. Our shop was smashed, our residence was robbed, our people were insulted, and our lives were completely ruined. "

This cry caused a lot of mournful voices from the Afro-Americans around. They did n’t even think about why they fell into a situation disgusted by the whole society. They only cursed everyone for not respecting them after being hit. Whimpering like a dog.

"So what's the matter with these policemen?" Mutasim looked at the blocked block, and a large number of policemen and even a large number of special policemen appeared here. They rushed into houses one after another, arresting people and searching for evidence.

Sometimes someone tells the truth in a hurry.

"The police came to protect us from the beginning, but they also entered our site and found many drugs."

"Weapons and ammunition that we stored for riots have also been found."

"A large number of female slaves we obtained from North Africa and the Middle East were also discovered by the police."

"Persons imprisoned by us for lynching and executed bodies were also found by the police."

"Now media reports say that the police found a huge sore hiding in Paris and the whole of France was shaken. No one dared to speak for us here."

"Dear Mutahim, you are also wanted by the police."

God, God, are you going to test me?

Mutahim was staggered by the news, he never expected that this night passed, his foundation was uprooted. He scolded angrily: "What about our enemies? The‘ Victor Hugo ’that issued the feeding mission, I bet he is the‘ China Forest ’.

Has the police been arresting ‘China Forest’? Has anyone protested? Has anyone united to march? Are you here doing nothing stupidly? At this time, you should have joined together to fight! "

The people of Arab origin who were asked were all depressed. "Chinese Forest", people have a good life. With money and momentum and a positive image, no one will easily find trouble for him. On the contrary, the French still feel that they should thank this Chinese.

Why would you like to thank? Can't tell. I felt that this person was good, changed the society, and gave the whole Paris a refreshing comfort. The Arab Muslim, who can only give birth to children for relief, has reached the point where everyone shouts.

"No, we can't do nothing, we must act." Mutahim is anyway boss, "At this time we should put ourselves in the perspective of the victim, and tell the world that we are also loving peace Yes, we are also kind, we are moderates.

Find more women and children, and now show weakness, and let the Virgins sympathize with us again. Without sympathy we are nothing. We must start from the perspective of freedom of religion and belief, and express to the media that we have been persecuted and stigmatized, so that they feel guilty and make them feel sad. "

A group of idle Asians are eager to move. The march and protest are their specialty. There is no difficulty in organizing. At present, this situation seems to have no other way to go. To find a way to emphasize that you are not an extremist, let the government continue to protect itself is the top priority.

As long as it works, the old way is a good way. Anyway, idleness is also idleness. It ’s okay to go out and walk and eat and drink!

A group of Aboriginals immediately started agitating. They made banners, flags, and printed slogans. Women and children representing the weak were found, and a large number of adult men followed.

At this time, regardless of whether the police approve or disapprove, they must use the march to make their own harmless voice. It would be even more beautiful if the police stopped or clashed or even killed people at this time. Especially if several women and children are killed in the conflict, the international community will be shaken.

Due to convenient communications and social conditions, the parade organized by Mutasim began immediately. They set out from the 93 provinces where the Afro-descendants gather to the south, and from the suburbs to the city center. Along the way, more and more Muslim joined it.

Until the police in Paris reacted, the ranks of hundreds of people turned into tens of thousands, and they killed a huge force near the Arc de Triomphe. At this time, the media was sensitive. A large number of reporters immediately gathered on the march, and they photographed the poor women and children in the team, as well as their slogans.

"We are moderates."

"We also want to live a stable life."

"Do n’t discriminate, do n’t split, we are all French."

"I am a Muslim, is anyone willing to hug me?"

"Do n’t push us to extremism, we need freedom and democracy just like you."

Oh ... This scene is really pitiful. It was entirely a cry from the oppressed group. How can we not make the Virgins feel sympathetic?

The team moves forward slowly. Such a scene is exactly what the white left elites need. The unscrupulous media is even more excited and inexplicable. All reporters want to win a Pulitzer Prize or something based on such an event.

The right time and the right people are harmonious, just to make things bigger.

But this will not only cause Mutasim to find ways to make things bigger, but also people want to play the game to the end.

Right in front of the parade, under the majestic triumphal arch, I do n’t know where a wild boar came from. This wild boar is so big, with thick legs and strong body, and steel mane fangs.

Have the wild boars in Paris become mature? !