American fame and fortune

Chapter 17 Dead Enemy
The female reporter Mia and the cameraman, who were wearing vests from the NBC news station, got out of the interview car and quickly set up their guns and short cannons. The camera immediately turned to the two groups facing each other on Saijo Street.

The Methodist Society and the ATL Women's Association together gathered more than 200 people.

The latter has fewer people.

Mia immediately noticed the House of the Beast in the slogans of both sides, and told the cameraman: "Shoot that club, it is the fuse for this time."

The camera pans to a continuous shot of the Beast's House behind the Women's Association.

A flashing light suddenly turned on next to her. Mia turned her head and found a colleague coming over, and said, "Deck, you were blown up by us."

Deckard came from the largest local newspaper "The Atlanta Constitution". He asked his colleagues to take pictures before replying: "Unfortunately, I encountered a vehicle from the ATL Association on the road to support it, and it was blocked for a while."

Mia asked, "Is there anyone else coming?"

It can be seen right away that Deke has no need to hide it, and said: "They just had a quarrel in front of the State Capitol a few days ago. The battle of ideas was extremely sharp. The new hatred and the old hatred will not make each other feel better."

While they were talking, the Methodist Association and the ATL Women's Association each came in a few cars, and the ones who got off were all leading figures.

Mia knew a few of them, and said, "Kelly Gray is here." The other party was one of the most active figures in the ATL Women's Association. She had a keen sense of news, and shouted to the assistant: "Notify the desk, send someone over For support, call the nearest OB truck over."

Dyke looked at the few patrolling policemen and said, "There are a little few policemen here."

At this time, the sky was getting dark, and another news reporter who arrived said: "At most, they are cursing like in front of the parliament building. Matters involving women's rights are very troublesome, and APD is also a headache."

The members of the Methodist Church and the Women's Association are mainly women, and they were able to maintain a silent confrontation at the beginning. I don't know who scolded the first sentence.

This kind of news is very interesting, including CNN and other media headquartered in Atlanta, all reporters rushed over.

As the fuse of today's incident, the House of Beasts has naturally become the focus of media attention.

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"What the hell, those whores are protesting against the House of the Beast, why are you blocking my door to allow us to open?" Poyet, a bald black man, took the drug and got emotional. He took out the gun in his crotch and shouted: " Come with me and drive them away."

Several younger brothers are eager to try.

A Latino wearing glasses hurriedly grabbed Poyet: "Don't be fooled! Give me the gun! Outside is the Methodist Society, opposite is the Women's Association, there are congressmen in front of them, you go out and shoot, let alone the bar , that is, the gang behind us will all be unlucky!"

The two organizations are arguing, both within the rules, and the black man ran over to shoot, are you looking for death?

Poyet tried his best to suppress his emotions and put down M1911: "The sand sculptures in the House of the Beast, it's fine if the business can't do well, and they provoked these crazy people, which made us unlucky. One day I will smash the door of his house !"

The Latino said: "Be patient tonight, the media reporters are watching, we are doing legal business, don't mess around."

Being implicated by others and unable to make money in business, Poyet was of course angry: "I made a note of this, and I will get back what I lost tonight sooner or later."

Latinos have people guard the door to prevent the crazy woman who is making noise outside from breaking in.

Across the road, inside the Beast House Club.

Vincent stood in front of the window on the second floor, raised his cowboy hat slightly, and observed the reporters' long guns and short cannons shooting this way.

On Saijo Avenue, there seemed to be [-] ducks scolding each other, and the noisy people's heads were buzzing.

Vincent nodded approvingly. If there is no accident, the Beast House will be seen on mainstream TV news and newspaper reports, but he wanted more, and asked Martin: "That's all?"

Martin has been paying attention to the development of the situation, and found a familiar face among the crowd near the gate of the Beast House.

Wearing business attire and with short ear-length hair, Kelly Gray of Gray Films and Television Productions.

It was an accident, he didn't expect it.

There are many media reporters here, and Kelly Gray is a feminist fighter again.

Expand your public influence?
Martin's mind was not usually active, and he immediately came up with some random thoughts, and he was prepared, and he made a decisive decision: "Boss, there is still a good show to be staged."

Vincent asked, "Not yet?"

Martin had to figure out one thing first: "If they fight, can the club stay open?"

Vincent understood, thought for a while, and said, "Let's do it."

Martin looked at the younger brothers: "Old Bu, prepare for the next stage, you and I will be civilized gentlemen." He said to the handsome golden retriever with a thin body: "I repeat, you don't need to go back to the club when you're done. Don't come back tonight."

Without further ado, the golden retriever rushed to the dressing room, put on a breast prosthesis and skirt, put on a women's vest, put on a simple make-up, slipped out of the club through the back door, walked around Saijo Street, took advantage of the dark sky, Into the staff of the Women's Association who came one after another, and came to the front line of the confrontation.

At the same time, Martin brought Bruce together with Hart and the others, and came to the porch.

Bruce couldn't help but said, "Compared to you scumbag, I look like a good person."

Martin emphasized: "Don't doubt that we are doing good people and good things, and everyone in Atlanta will know that we are civilized people."

Hart had lingering fears: "Man, I take back what I said yesterday. If you join the Boys' Team, I will never drill you. If the team leader tells you to do it, you can drill us as you please."

Martin made a deliberate joke: "Mortar shells?"

Hart replied solemnly: "The Tomahawk style is also fine."

Outside the door, the women's meeting near the Beast's House was relatively less crowded, and they were at a disadvantage in the scolding battle.

Kelly Gray, now in her early 30s, pulled out her phone and called for help.

This battle of ideas is not as simple as it seems on the surface, and it involves political disputes in Atlanta.

Many mainstream media are here, of course Kelly Gray has to rush over to erect the image of a feminist fighter.

The Methodist Church and the Women's Council were still abusing, but the latter came later and had a smaller number of people, and their momentum was suppressed.

As liberals with open minds, those in the front line of the Women's Association unbuttoned their underwear one after another, pulled them out and threw them at the Methodist Church.

The golden retriever reached into the clothes, took out a plastic bottle, and threw it out forcefully.

This is Hart's 60-year collection of silt mussel mixed output.

The bottle handled by Bruce hit a strong woman in Weili, and immediately burst open. The yellow liquid inside splashed and fell on seven or eight people nearby.

"Those promiscuous sluts are attacking!" Lin's head and face were covered by the strong woman, and the disgusting smell made her furious, and she took the lead to rush out: "Sisters, fuck those bastard pens!"

The people in front of the Methodist Church were disgusted, and the two sides were mortal enemies, so they rushed out together: "Kill those bitches!"

There are not many APDs on the scene, and they cannot be stopped at all.

The reporters nearby were so excited that they flew up.

Reporters from several news stations called the station one after another, requesting an emergency break in the live news.

For a while, clothes flew around the scene, like a women's rugby match.

(End of this chapter)