Not long after, the waiters "came back".
However, coming back with them were a large group of big men armed with guns.
These men with guns can be clearly divided into two types.
One type is the personnel in black combat uniforms, who are in clear formation in front and behind the team. Their equipment is also matching and their movements are very methodical. There are about twenty of them.
The other group consisted of nearly a hundred people in black combat uniforms, with a mixed age, appearance, and weapons.
A lot of the noisy noise was mainly caused by this group of people.
Of course, the celebrities in the hall could only see a small part at first, and those who sensed something was wrong had already begun to move towards other passages except the main gate.
However, many of the women who were brought in to be vases did not react, and some even cried out, "What's wrong? Why did you let someone like this in? Where is the security? Where is the security?"
But the group kept pouring into the hall, dispersing under the command of the black hooded men, and quickly surrounded a group of celebrities and women in the hall.
And they weren't standing in a circle like the stupid gangsters in the movies.
They divided into several groups and blocked several entrances and exits.
There were more than a dozen bandits holding guns on the second-floor corridors on both sides of the hall, looking down at the guests in the hall. All of them felt as if a disaster was about to happen.
Master Wei frowned, took one last look at the hall that was gradually filled with shouting and cursing, and quietly disappeared into a passage on the second floor.
He is much more vigilant than those mere celebrities.
When he realized something was wrong, he went upstairs immediately, avoided the bandits and escaped from the encirclement.
A moment later, an urgent news broadcast appeared on televisions in Metropolis and Gotham City.
All televisions that were on were forced to switch to this news, and a middle-aged fat black man with a fanatical face came into everyone's sight.
He had messy hair and a scraggly beard, and was wearing a dirty plaid shirt and work jacket. He looked like a person from the lower class of society.
But he spoke clearly, with the unique rhythm of black rap: "Dear brothers and sisters, this is a message from Mingzhu Ziyou. Today is a great day, it will represent the counterattack of us ordinary people against the oppressors..."
As he spoke, he moved his body, allowing the camera to follow him around for a good half circle, capturing the terrified, trembling celebrities and vases of beauty behind him. “See? These are the wealthy gentlemen and ladies from Gotham City and Metropolis. They are collecting donations for ‘us’ who are starving and freezing on the streets.”
The fat black man picked up a list in his hand and gestured to the camera: "Let's see the result of their "kindness"... Wow, incredible, there are 1.2138 million yuan. I am so touched that these more than 500 rich and kind people actually paid such a large sum of money."
He turned his head and pointed, "Of course, if the chairman of Bird Corporation, which controls our electricity, didn't wear this watch with a starting price of 3.6 million, I might be more moved."
Then, his plump black fingers moved: "And this daughter of a water company is wearing a 1.7 million dollar diamond necklace... this one is wearing a 200,000 dollar custom suit... this one is wearing a 30,000 dollar tie clip... this one is wearing 20,000 dollar leather shoes. Well, I admit that I am a vulgar person. Suddenly, I can't feel the kindness anymore."
His smiling face turned grim: "Look at these people. They suck our blood from all the daily necessities, but they never care about us getting sick from the pollution from the waste discharged by their factories. They just take out the money to buy a pair of leather shoes and get rid of us poor guys at the right time."
The fat black man's voice became louder and more intense. He waved his hand and two strong men held a petite woman and entered the camera: "What do they rely on? Not only their money, but also these lackeys who work for money."
As he said this, he grabbed the high collar and tried to pull the woman over.
As a result, the two black men reacted too slowly, failed to cooperate in time, and pinned the woman between them.
The fat black man tore off most of the woman's high-necked evening dress with a swish.
Although the scene was very violent, many men in front of the TV couldn't help but widen their eyes.
Then... most people were stunned, and many of them couldn't help but vomit.
The fat black man was too excited and used too much force, and the underwear inside the evening dress was affected, leaving two semicircles of underwear hanging upside down, dangling on the "woman's" lower abdomen.
The snow-white mountains in the camera are not what you imagine.
Without the two semicircles of underwear, there was a hairy, dark, flat chest and abdomen, and even a small part of the men's polka-dot boxer briefs underneath was exposed.
So, this is not a woman at all, but a man? The audience in front of the TV felt a little nauseous for a moment - mainly because the difference between expectations and the actual situation was too great.
Obviously, the fat black guy and the others were unaware of this situation.
The two big black men who were escorting the crossdresser had conflicted looks on their faces. The fat black man wanted to say something, but he noticed that the expressions of the people around him were very strange.
Turning his head, he couldn't help but dry heaving and cursing: "Fakko, ugh~ What the hell is this!"
After cursing, he felt that he had ruined the rhythm of his performance. The fat black man quickly diverted everyone's attention: "See? For the sake of money, these people even pretended to be women to protect these rich people."
But after saying this, he felt disgusted again, so he simply skipped to the next step: "But now, their 'master' has fallen into our hands. I declare that from tonight, anyone can go to their home, their company, and take away everything they have squeezed out of them."
"And I will be here to make sure they agree to this "largest charitable donation" in American history." The black fat man's eyes were full of excitement and enthusiasm: "Go, guys, take back everything that originally belonged to you. This world will eventually belong to us, Mingzhu Ziyou! Make America Great Again~~~"
After shouting this, the gangsters surrounding the celebrities on the live screen began to attack them, punching and kicking them, and tearing off their valuables.
Intentionally or unintentionally, those expensive watches, jewelry, suits, and leather shoes were flashed in front of the camera one after another, and the gangsters who got these things shouted excitedly: "We are rich."
"I've never worn a watch worth millions in my life."
"These leather shoes... well, they're not as comfortable as the commemorative sneakers."
…
The fat black man here exited the camera and immediately looked at the cross-dressing man with a gloomy face: It was this damn Tai who almost ruined his perfect performance. Fortunately, he held back and did not vomit on the spot.
Gritting his teeth, he tilted his head towards the two black men and said, "Hang this guy at the door and beat him up severely. It has to be very cruel."
The two big black men looked at each other: How miserable is considered extremely miserable
But they still dragged the cross-dressing man down. A moment later, a painful cry came from outside the door: "Ah, no, no. I'm not a bodyguard, I'm just a commercial spy who came here to take pictures."