Despite the live broadcast signal being cut off due to a sudden accident,
dia executives who were concerned about the matter could still follow the latest developnts through the caras.
"FUCK!"
Inside the NBC building, legendary journalist Wood was cursing at the TV.
If the deeply rooted "Watergate incident" only made him feel tense and afraid,
then what was playing on the TV now filled him with uncontrollable rage.
"Co on, you’re Niggers! Think about Chicago, think about Los Angeles!"
"Rioting, looting, and arson, that’s what you should be doing!"
"Those are just naked won, not KKK mbers with rifles!"
But the images on the TV were not cooperating with the legendary journalist’s mood.
Several disheveled African Arican youths were stumbling toward the arriving police for support.
"Arrest quick, I’ve robbed a supermarket!"
"Arrest first, he only stole 200 US dollars, I robbed 2000!"
"Help ... I’m with the FBI."
"Do you New York police also discriminate against the won’s rights movent?"
Wood pressed the remote control fiercely, shutting off the monitor.
Then, he picked up the phone and dialed the contact for BET.
But the phone rang for a long ti with no one answering.
Because at this mont, the person Mr. Wood wanted to contact simply didn’t have the energy to deal with anything else.
"So, you just ran back here alone?" The well-dressed black elite looked over grimly.
The African-Arican youth with dirty dreadlocks had completely lost the arrogant swagger he had before leaving with the gang leaders.
His hair was ssed up, his body was covered with scratches, and his low-waist jeans were full of shoe prints.
"Those won were like crazy, I think even real gangsters wouldn’t stand a chance."
"3-inch thin high heels, stepping directly on ."
"They even ripped out a bunch of my hair!"
The dreadlocked man tearfully continued.
"This is too dangerous. I’d rather be trafficking drugs in xico!"
"Oh yeah," he sniffled and looked at the elite man, "can you get my brothers bailed out first?"
Bailed out?
The elite man pondered for a mont and shook his head internally.
African Arican issues were different from others.
Like the Rodney King case, you could only hope for favorable treatnt by making a big fuss.
How did the African Arican community fare this ti around?
They had just arrived at Ti Square and were wiped out by a group of won!
With this thought, he couldn’t help being a bit dissatisfied with BET president Robert Johnson.
Why send African Arican nerds instead of real gang mbers?
In fact, Robert Johnson was sowhat helpless.
It was always the Democrat Party that supported their African community to take to the streets, not Republicans.
In order to get more funding, he just wanted to show so muscle to the Democrat Party through Wang Jian.
But he had not anticipated...
Johnson picked up the phone and dialed New York’s Republican mayor Giuliani,
while helplessly sighing, "Are these people really won?"
Wang Jian, who stood on the podium, also sighed with the sa sentint.
To be honest, since he’d traveled to the past, he had seen quite a few streaking shows.
But a naked brawl, this really was a first.
Just before, a security personnel mixed into the African Arican group was muttering, "Didn’t die in Iraq or Somalia, yet I nearly died under the heels of Arican won."
Wang Jian looked up and gazed down at the crowd below.
The won in the square were almost all bare-chested by now.
It was just a bit... dizzying.
Sure enough, where crowds gathered, emotions spread like wildfire.
Listen to what the won in the audience were saying,
"So this is what struggle feels like?"
"Ha, no wonder n like to fight!"
The won who had gone through all this seed to have ford a bond of camaraderie.
At this mont, they were chattering together, no longer as divided as they had been at the beginning.
Suddenly, soone shouted, "Down with gender discrimination!"
"My body, my choice!"
"Support Wang!"
I am not, I did not, stop spreading rumors.
Wang Jian thought about future feminist marches where won might march topless, shouting his na.
Then...
Damn it, who would co put out of my misery?
Fortunately, among the assembled crowd, there were still so who rembered the original cause of support.
So, people started again to shout nas like "Hillary" and "Diana."
According to the original plan, the guest speaker should have gone to the front at this ti to greet the public.
After that, they could declare the rally a complete success.
It was a perfect way to make a statent and to gain visibility.
But now...
They had to deal with a bunch of topless won!
Just as the won were hesitating about what to do, Clinton stepped forward with considerable grace.
"No problem, I will give the closing speech."
"Thank you very much, Mr. Clinton," Princess Diana said in a hurry, nodding her appreciation.
It had to be said that in terms of looks and manners, Clinton was indeed outstanding.
From the mont the President of the United States appeared, Wang Jian felt half the attention on himself fade away.
But...
Why would he suddenly stare at the won below the stage with a blank look on his face?
Hillary Clinton, who was backstage, also noticed this.
"Lewinsky," Hillary murmured to herself, her face showing a struggle.
A few minutes later, she made up her mind and said to a few ladies, "I’m going out, you don’t have to."
Watching Hillary, Diana seed to rember sothing too.
"It’s okay," she took Hillary’s hand, "I’ll join you."
"I don’t mind," ryl Streep shrugged and chuckled, "I’ve been fully nude on the set before."
"Besides, this is only topless, right?"
Deng Wendi: "xxxxx!"
With the audience’s exclamations below, the four ladies walked out one by one from backstage.
"My body, my choice!" The shouts suddenly pierced the sky.
Wang Jian only saw Hillary slowly reach for her buttons.
Sister, please no!
Just watching a Nude with the President of the United States was explosive enough!
Running naked with the First Lady, the British Princess, a Hollywood gastar, and dia executives.
Wouldn’t this be the front-page headline of world dia?
And Clinton’s expression beca a bit peculiar.
He watched his wife and the other three won, his face a mix of awkwardness and anticipation.
As Wang Jian internally scread "No," and the cries from the audience grew louder, flashbulbs began to go off like mad.
"My body, my choice!" Hillary shouted.
"Down with gender discrimination!" Diana too raised her left hand.
Backstage, Lily looked around with a strange expression.
"In this speech, it seems I’m the only woman still wearing a top?"
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