Chapter 1502: The wild boars in Paris are fine!

Mutahim himself encouraged himself, but as he walked out of the hospital, he found that it had changed. He used to be Uncle Green, but now he has suddenly become a green pig.
In the past, one green man went to the street, everyone gave up; a group of green men went to the street, the heroes made it easy; a large group of green men went to the street, the police must be careful. But today Uncle Mutahim went to the streets, but it was ridiculed and ridiculed.
Mutashim, dressed in an Arab robe, walked down the street, and no one looked at him again. Passers-by, haha ​​haha, even the children dare to give him pointers. In particular, seeing his broken back brain and bandaged wounds made a lot of people laugh on the street.
"Do you want to cause trouble?" Mutashim stepped forward bravely in front of two skinny little who laughed at himself. "What's funny, you should respect me and respect my beliefs. This is a free country You can't laugh at me like that. "
The two little sister-in-law immediately expressed their "respect" for Mutahim with their fists. Mutahim, who was still injured, was knocked to the ground on the spot, yelling at him under his fists. This was unimaginable in the past. There were actually some people applauding on the street, and some people were taking photos and sending videos.
"You're lucky that you can't get any money to feed you pork now, otherwise I will feed you." The two little spit on Mutashim's face and left arrogantly.
Mutahim climbed up horribly, and saw all the gleeful people around. Where did the Virgin of France go? Where's the Virgin of Europe? Is Our Lady of the World Dead? Without the Virgin, how can the green believers live?
Mutashim was sorely distressed. How did this night's upheaval happen? He walked a long way on two legs before returning to his neighbourhood. Originally hoping to gain some comfort, he found that the entire block was blocked by the police.
A large group of Albanian green believers were blocked in the streets. In the past, they had been clamoring and screaming. But today they honestly look like cows and sheep, none of them say anything.
"What the happened again?" Mutashim managed to find his brothers in the crowd. When his brother recognized him, he quickly dragged him aside and whispered, "Dear Mutashim, we are finished."
"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 the gang members in Paris last night came to bully us.
You have to know that most of us can only go to the street, swim, and make a few noises. Sudden siege caused us great losses. Our shop was smashed, our residence was robbed, our people were insulted, and our lives were totally ruined. "
This crying complaint caused the sorrow of a large number of Albanian Christians around them. They did not even think about why they were in a state that was disgusted by the whole society. They only cursed everyone for disrespecting them after being hit. Whimpering.
"So what's going on with these policemen?" Mutahim looked at the blocked block, and a large number of police officers and even a large number of special police officers appeared here. They kept rushing into the house after house, arresting people and searching for evidence.
Soon someone was telling the truth.
"The police came to protect us from the beginning, but they also entered our site to find a lot of drugs."
"We also found weapons and ammunition that were ready for the riot."
"A lot of female slaves we got from North Africa and the Middle East were also spotted by police."
"People who were imprisoned by us and their dead bodies were also found by the police."
"Now the media reports that the police found a huge ulcer hiding in Paris, and the whole of France was shaken. No one dares to speak for us here."
"Dear Mutahim, you are also wanted by the police."
God, God, are you trying to test me?
Mutahim was stunned by the news. He never expected that his night would be uprooted. He yelled angrily: "What about our enemies? The‘ Victor Hugo ’who posted the feeding mission, I bet he ’s the‘ China Forest ’.
Did the police go to 'China Forest'? Has anyone protested? Has anyone united to march? Are you here just silly doing nothing? At this time you should have joined together to fight! "
All the people of Arab descent who were asked were depressed. ‘China Forest’, people are doing well. Rich, powerful, and positive, no one will bother him easily. On the contrary, the French now feel that they should thank the Chinese.
Why thank you? Can't say. Just feeling that this person is good, changed the society, and gave the whole Paris a new comfort. But the Afro-Americans who can only give birth to children for relief have reached the point where everyone shouted.
"No, we can't do nothing, we must act." Mutahim is the boss, "At this time we should put ourselves in the victim's perspective, and tell the world that we are also peace-loving, we Also kind, we are moderates.
Find more women and children. Now show weakness and let the Virgins sympathize with us again. Without sympathy we are nothing. From the perspective of freedom of religion and belief, we must express to the media that we have been persecuted and stigmatized, make them feel guilty, and make them feel bad. "
A group of descent Al-Israel was about to move immediately, and the demonstration was their masterpiece, and it was not difficult to organize. At present, this situation seems to have no other way to go. Finding ways to emphasize that you are not an extremist, and let the government continue to protect itself is the top priority.
As long as it works, the old way is a good way. Anyway, idle is also idle.
A group of Afro-Americans immediately began to agitate. They created banners, flags, and printed slogans. Women and children representing the weak were identified, and a large number of adult men followed.
At this time, regardless of whether the police approve or disapprove them, they must use a parade to make their own harmless voice. It would be even better if the police stopped or clashed or even died. Especially if several women and children are killed in the conflict, the international community will be shaken.
Relying on convenient communication and social conditions, the march organized by Mutahim began immediately. They set off from the ninety-three provinces where Arabs gather, heading south, and heading from the suburbs to the city center. More and more Green believers joined along the way.
Before the police in Paris responded, hundreds of people turned into tens of thousands, and they killed immensely near the Arc de Triomphe. At this time, the media was sensitive, and a large number of reporters gathered on the march immediately as they marched. They photographed the poor women and children in the procession as well as their slogans.
"We are moderates."
"We also want to live in peace."
"Don't discriminate ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Don't split, we are all French."
"I'm a green believer. Will anyone hug me?"
"Don't push us towards extremism. We need freedom and democracy like you."
Oh ... this scene is really pathetic. It is a cry from the oppressed group. How can we not make the Virgins feel sympathy?
The team moved forward slowly. Such a scene is exactly what the white left elites need. The unscrupulous media is even more excited. All reporters want to win a Pulitzer Prize by such an incident.
Harmony with time and place is to make things bigger.
But this will not only allow Mutashim to find ways to make things bigger, but also people want to play the game to the end.
Just in front of the parade, under the majestic Arc de Triomphe, I don't know where a wild boar came from. This wild boar is so big, with thick legs and strong body, steel mane fangs, screaming, it is not easy to mess with it.
Are the wild boars in Paris refined? !!