Chapter 2061: 1 **** farce
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Bon Voyage.
It didn't take long before Ye Tian's motorcade drove into Manhattan Island and drove straight to his home on 110th Street at the northern end of Central Park.
As soon as the convoy entered 110th Street, Ye Tian, far away, saw that on the sidewalk opposite his apartment building, many protesters gathered on the sidewalk, holding various banners and slogans, and the scene looked very lively.
In addition to these protesters, a lot of media reporters gathered on the scene, holding long guns and short cannons, already set up the battlefield, waiting for Ye Tian to return.
There are also quite a few New York police officers responsible for maintaining order on the scene.
They have already set up a cordon to keep out the seemingly angry protesters, including the media reporters.
Inside the cordon and in front of the apartment building, there are many security personnel under Ye Tian's guard area.
They are all on alert, watching the protesters, the situation on the street and the Central Park opposite, and they are ready to respond.
Obviously, news of Ye Tian's return to New York spread quickly, and that's why it attracted so many people to 110th Street.
Seeing this scene, Ye Tian's face immediately flashed a scornful smile, eyes full of disdain.
Immediately after that, he looked at the Central Park on the left hand side through the car window and turned on the perspective to thoroughly see through the snowy forest in the Central Park.
In the Central Park, he only saw some ordinary people visiting or hanging out, and did not find the gunmen in ambush, naturally there was no potential danger.
Next, he looked through the familiar buildings on the right side of the convoy again, and also did not find any lurking gunmen.
Of course there is a reason why he is so cautious.
The mafia scum from the previous "our cause", other enemies, and newly added enemies, the Korean sticks, are all objects that need to be guarded against.
While he was looking through the situation outside, Cole's voice came from the wireless invisible headset.
"Steven, the situation at the scene is under our control. You can rest assured that we have thoroughly investigated the Central Park and found no potential danger.
We also used the Beetle drone to conduct a secret investigation of these apartment buildings near your home. There were no lurking gunmen, nor other strangers.
The protesters who gathered at your door were mainly Koreans from lower Manhattan. They should have been organized by the Korean Consulate General in New York, as well as some others."
Upon hearing the announcement, Ye Tian immediately sneered and said:
"Okay, Cole, you did a good job. Let the guys continue to be vigilant and ready to respond at any time to prevent those protesting and demonstrating guys from playing tricks.
When protesting and demonstrating, South Koreans like to play tricks of self-harm in order to gain attention and sympathy. If they self-harm, everyone does not need to pay attention to it.
All you have to do is to record all this with the camera, and then post it on the Internet as soon as possible, so that some unpredictable guys will not pour dirty water on us! "
"Understood, Steven, we know what to do!"
Cole replied in a deep voice, with confidence in his words.
While talking, Ye Tian's convoy had arrived in front of his apartment building, and seven or eight tall bulletproof SUVs stopped one after another on the side of the road, just blocking the line of sight from Central Park.
As soon as the convoy stopped, Mattis and Cole led a large number of armed security personnel to get out of the car and quickly set up a line of defense around the convoy.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Tian and David got off the car one after another and walked towards the apartment building together.
As they appeared, the numerous protesters on the other side of the street were like chicken blood. They desperately shook the banners and slogans in their hands and protested hoarsely.
"Steven, you are a butcher and robber!"
"You are a bastard, a villain, Steven, you must apologize publicly and take responsibility for your violent actions"
In addition to these protesters, the numerous media reporters who were stopped outside the cordon were all excited and raised their voices and asked questions loudly.
"Good noon, Steven, I’m a reporter from The Washington Post. Let’s talk about your lawsuit against the South Korean Consulate in New York. Everyone is very interested."
"Hello, Steven, some time ago, the New York Police Department arrested several members of the Italian Mafia "Our Cause" organization and expelled a group of people. Are these things related to you?"
With bursts of angry and hysterical protests, and loud questions from many media reporters, this area in front of the apartment building suddenly became like a pot and became very lively.
Regarding all this, Ye Tian didn't know and didn't bother to deal with it, and went straight to the door of the apartment building.
At the same time, he had already secretly turned on the perspective and thoroughly looked through the apartment building where he was from top to bottom, without letting go of a corner.
After confirming that there is no potential danger and the apartment building is very safe, he stepped forward to enter his fingerprint and password and opened the door of the apartment building.
In the next moment, he took David and Matisse into the apartment building and disappeared from the sight of the guys outside.
They had just entered the apartment building and had not walked a few steps forward. Cole, who stayed outside the apartment building and was responsible for security, suddenly said through an invisible wireless headset:
"Steven, you guessed it right, those Koreans are going to play self-inflicted tricks. One of the guys in his forties seems to be about to cut his fingers. It's crazy. The media reporters are all around."
"Korean people have this virtue. Sometimes they are paranoid like crazy. If you like to cut, please feel free. Fingers are on him. He knows whether it hurts or not. He had better castrate himself on the spot.
This is a way for them to express their determination. After seeing the blood, the Koreans will wrap the cut finger, and then go to the hospital to reattach the broken finger.
All you have to do is to use a camera to take a picture of all this, and then immediately post it on the Internet to clear the relationship. If not, those Koreans will definitely be endless.
After all, this is in front of my house. Out of humanitarian considerations, after the Korean idiot cuts his finger, you can call an ambulance for help. "
Ye Tian said with a sneer, never minding the life and death of the Korean guy outside.
"Understood, Steven, leave the outside affairs to us"
Cole responded, ending the call immediately.
As soon as his voice fell, David, standing next to Ye Tian, said:
"This group of Koreans is crazy enough. They will use self-harm to protest. I don't know what they think."
"Why don't we call Korean Goryeo sticks? There is a reason. Those guys have a tendon in their minds, like sticking a stick, they don't know how to turn."
Ye Tian said jokingly, his words full of disdain.
"Hahaha"
There was a burst of laughter at the scene, and everyone laughed.
At this time, outside the apartment building, there was a complete mess.
The middle-aged South Korean man who tried to cut his fingers to show his determination took out a pair of gardening shears for pruning branches and clamped his little finger of his left hand with the blade of the scissors.
He can cut off his left little finger as long as he exerts force and blood splashes on the spot.
Around this guy, other South Koreans who were protesting and demonstrating put up a wall of people, blocking the New York police who tried to stop them, and they protested hysterically, all in a crazy manner.
But they were also considered wiser. They just kept making verbal protests and verbal confrontations with those New York police officers, but they never took action and refused to give the police a reason to draw their guns and open fire.
On the periphery of the New York police, there are many media reporters who fear that the world will not be chaotic. One by one, they raised their cameras and video cameras above their heads, shooting the situation in the center of the crowd.
None of them came forward to stop the self-harm of the South Korean idiot in the crowd. On the contrary, they were so excited that they were capturing this rare news scene.
On the outer periphery, Cole and the others watched this farce with cold eyes, and controlled a small drone to shoot the scene from a high position, which was kept as video evidence.
"Get out of the way, I will warn you again, get out of me immediately"
The New York police who were stopped outside loudly warned the Koreans ~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ one by one, his nose was so angry that he smoked out.
They tried to rush into the crowd to prevent the bloodshed from happening. If the idiot in the crowd really cuts his finger and is in front of such a multimedia reporter, it will be troublesome.
However, although the Koreans who stood in front of them kept retreating, they refused to let go, and kept quibbling, trying to delay time.
Seeing that the defense line composed of these Koreans was about to be broken, many New York police officers were about to rush into the crowd.
At this moment, a screaming scream suddenly sounded from the crowd, resounding throughout the street.
"what--!"
Accompanied by this scream, the forty-year-old South Korean man in the crowd squeezed the garden shears forcefully.
The next moment, the first half of his left little finger was cut off, and a burst of blood shot out immediately.
Finally saw blood, the farce in front of the apartment building was directly pushed to its climax!
