Chapter 1502 The Wild Boars in Paris Have Become Fine!

Mutahim encouraged himself, only to find that the sky had changed when he walked out of the hospital. He used to be Mr. Green, but now he suddenly became a green pig.

In the past, when a green man took to the street, everyone backed down; a group of green men took to the street, and the heroes turned to Yi; a large group of green men took to the street, and the police had to be careful. But today, when the majestic Mr. Mutahim took to the street, he was greeted with all kinds of contemptuous cynicism.

Mutashim, who was wearing an Arab robe, walked down the street, and no one looked him in the eye anymore. Passers-by haha, peddler haha, even children dare to point fingers at him. Especially seeing the broken back of his head and bandaged wounds, it made many people laugh in the street.

"Do you want to cause trouble?" Facing the two skinny ruffians who laughed at him, Mutahim bravely stepped forward and shouted, "What's so funny, you should respect me and my beliefs. This is a free country , you can’t laugh at me like that.”

The two little ruffians immediately expressed their 'respect' to Mutashim with their fists, and Mutashim, who was still injured, was knocked to the ground on the spot, and he was beaten and screamed. This was unimaginable in the past. There were actually people applauding on the whole street, and some people were taking pictures and posting videos.

"You have to be thankful that you can't get any money for feeding your pork now, otherwise I will definitely feed you." The two little ruffians spat a few mouthfuls on Mutashim's face and left arrogantly.

Mutahim got up in a panic, only to see people gloating all around him, where is the Virgin Mary of France? Where is the Virgin of Europe? Have all the Virgins of the world died? How can the Green Cultists live without the Virgin Mary?

Mutahim was heartbroken, why did such a huge change happen overnight? He walked a long way on two legs to get back to his block, hoping for some comfort, only to find the entire block cordoned off by police.

A large group of Albanian Green believers were blocked on the street. In the past, they would have been clamoring, jumping and cursing. But today they were as honest as cattle and sheep, and none of them made a sound.

"What happened here?" Mutahim managed to find a brother of the same clan he knew among the crowd. When his brother recognized him, he dragged him aside and cried in a low voice, "Dear Mutahim, we are finished."

"Speak clearly."

"Since last night, we have been attacked continuously. In the past, no one dared to challenge us in the Ninety-Three Provinces, but last night all the gangsters in Paris came to bully us.

You have to know that most of us can only go to the street, parade, and make a lot of noise. The sudden siege cost us a lot. Our shops were smashed, our homes were looted, our people were humiliated, our lives were ruined. "

This cry caused a large group of Albanian believers to mourn,

They don't even think about why they end up in a situation that is hated by the whole society, they just curse everyone for disrespecting them after being hit, whining like a defeated dog.

"Then what's going on with these policemen?" Mutashim looked at the blocked block, where a large number of policemen and even a large number of special police officers appeared here. They continued to rush into one residence after another, arresting people and searching for evidence.

Soon some people spoke out the truth.

"The police came to protect us at first, but they also entered our premises and found a lot of drugs."

"The weapons and ammunition that we had stored for the riot were also recovered."

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

"The bodies of those we lynched and executed were also found by the police."

"Now that the media reports that the police have discovered a huge sore hiding in Paris, the whole of France is shaken. No one dares to speak for us here."

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

O Allah, O Allah, are you trying to test me?

Mutahim was stunned by the news one after another. He never expected that his foundation would be uprooted after one night. He scolded angrily: "What about our enemy? The 'Victor Hugo' who issued the feeding mission, I bet he is 'China Lin'.

Did the police arrest 'China Lin'? Did anyone go to protest? Has anyone come together to march? Are you just sitting here and doing nothing? At this time, you should unite and fight together! "

The Albanians who were questioned were all disheartened. 'China Forest', they are doing well. Rich, powerful and with a positive image, no one would easily trouble him. On the contrary, the French still feel that they should thank the Chinese.

Why should you be thankful? Can't tell. I just feel that this person is good, has changed the society, and made the whole of Paris feel refreshed and comfortable. And the Albanian Green Cultists who can only give birth to children and eat relief have reached the point where everyone shouts and beats them.

"No, we can't do nothing, we have to take action." Mutahim is the boss anyway, "At this time, we should put ourselves in the perspective of victims and tell the world that we are also peace-loving, we Also kind, we are moderates.

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

A group of Arabs who had nothing to do was suddenly ready to move. Protests are their forte, and there is no difficulty in organizing them. In the current situation, it seems that there is no other way to go. Finding a way to emphasize that I am not an extremist, and letting the government continue to protect myself is the top priority.

The old way is good as long as it works. Anyway, being idle is idle, so it’s good to go out and walk around to eliminate food!

A group of Albanian believers immediately began to agitate. They made banners, flags, and printed slogans. Women and children representing the weak were found, and a large number of grown men followed.

At this time, regardless of whether the police approve or not, they must use the parade to make their own harmless voices. It would be even more wonderful if the police stopped or had some conflicts or even killed some people at this time. Especially if a few women and children die during the conflict, the international community will be shocked.

Relying on convenient communication and the conditions of living in groups, the parade organized by Mutashim began immediately. They set out from the Ninety-Three Provinces where the Arabs gathered, and headed south from the suburbs to the city center. Along the way, more and more Green Christians joined them.

Before the police in Paris could react, the team of hundreds of people turned into tens of thousands, and they rushed to the vicinity of the Arc de Triomphe. The media is sensitive at this time, and a large number of reporters immediately gathered on the way of the parade, and they took pictures of the poor women and children in the procession, as well as their slogans.

"We're moderate."

"We also want to live in peace."

"Don't discriminate, don't divide, we are all French."

"I'm a Green Christian, would anyone like to give me a hug?"

"Don't push us to extremism, we need freedom and democracy as much as you do."

Oh... this scene is really pitiful. It is completely the cry of the oppressed group, how can the Holy Mother not feel sympathetic?

The team moved forward slowly. Such a scene was exactly what the white left elites needed, and the unscrupulous media was even more excited. All the reporters wanted to win a Pulitzer Prize or something based on this incident.

The right time, the right place, and the right people, just want to make things bigger.

But this will not only have Mutahim trying to make things bigger, but there are also people who want to play the game to the end.

Just in front of the parade, under the majestic Arc de Triomphe, a wild boar ran out of nowhere. This wild boar is so big, with thick legs and a strong body, with steel bristles and tusks, and it grunts and screams.

Have all the wild boars in Paris become sperm? !