Super Detective in the Fictional World

It didn't take long for these waiters to "come back."

However, there was a large number of big men with guns who came back with them.

These gunmen are clearly divided into two types.

One is the black combat uniforms with obvious formations before and after the team. The equipment is also matched with each other, and the actions are well organized, and there are probably more than 20 appearances.

The other is nearly a hundred people dressed in black combat uniforms, their age, appearance, and weapons in a mess.

A lot of noisy sounds are mainly caused by this group of people.

Of course, the celebrities in the hall can only see a small part at first, and those who perceive bad things have begun to walk towards other passages except the gate.

However, many of the women who were brought to make vases did not respond, and some people whispered: "What's the matter, why let this kind of person in. Security, where is the security?"

But this group of people kept pouring into the hall, dispersed under the command of the black hood, and quickly surrounded a group of celebrities and women in the hall.

And they don't stand in a circle like the idiot gangsters in the movie.

They were divided into several groups, blocking several entrances and exits.

On the second-floor corridors on both sides of the hall, there are more than a dozen gangsters holding guns. The guests in the hall feel like a disaster is imminent.

Master Wei frowned, and finally took a look at the hall that was gradually full of shouts and curses. He quietly disappeared into a passage on the second floor.

He is far more wary than pure celebrities.

When he noticed something was wrong, he went upstairs immediately, staggered his front and back feet with the culprits, and got out of the encirclement.

Moments later, an urgent news broke appeared on the TV in Metropolis and Gotham City.

As long as the TV was on, it was forced to switch to this news, and a fat middle-aged black man with a fanatical face caught everyone's eyes.

With his messy hair and unkempt big beard, he was wearing a dirty check shirt and overalls, and he looked like the bottom of society.

But his articulation is clear, and he has the unique rhythm of black rap: "Brothers and sisters, this is a news from the famous lard. Today is a great day. It will represent our common people's The counterattack..."

As he said, he moved his body and let the camera follow him for more than half a circle, bringing the panicked and trembling celebrities and vase beauties behind him into the picture: "See if they are the rich people in Gotham City and Metropolis. Masters and ladies, they are collecting donations for "us" who are starving and freezing in the streets."

The black fat man picked up a list in his hand and gestured to the camera: "Let's see the results of their "kindness"...Wow, it's incredible, there are actually 1,213,800 yuan. Thanks for this. More than five hundred rich and kind-hearted people actually paid "such" a large sum of money. I am so touched."

He turned his head and raised his finger: "Of course, if the chairman of Bird, who controls our electricity, doesn't wear this watch with a starting price of 3.6 million, I might be even more touched."

Then, his round and black fingers moved: "And the daughter of the water company has a diamond necklace of 1.7 million... This custom suit of 200,000 US dollars... This 30,000 A tie clip... This 20,000-dollar leather shoe, okay, I admit that I am a vulgar person, and suddenly I don’t feel kindness."

His originally smiling pie face became savage: "Look at these people. They suck blood in all our daily necessities, but never care about us being polluted by the waste discharged from their factories and sick. When appropriate, just take out the money for a leather shoe and get rid of us poor ghosts."

The black fat man's voice became louder and more intense. He beckoned, and the two strong men took a petite woman into the camera: "What are they relying on? Not only their money, but also these lackeys working for the money. ."

Speaking, he pulled off most of the evening dress from the woman with a scream.

Although the matter was violent, many men in front of the TV stared involuntarily.

Then... the vast majority of people were dumbfounded, and many of them couldn't help but vomit.

The black fat guy who came up with an excitement was too excited and tried too hard, and the intimate clothing in the evening dress was pulled into the "woman"'s belly.

The lens was not a snow-white mountain, but a shaggy black and flat chest and abdomen, and even a pair of men's boxer briefs was exposed.

So, this is not a woman at all, but a man?The audience in front of the TV is a bit nauseous for a while-mainly because the expected value is too different from the actual situation.

And this situation, obviously the fat black man didn't know.

The two big black men holding this women's gangster were full of entanglements. The fat black guy wanted to say something, but found that the expressions of the people around him were very wrong.

Turning his head to see, he couldn't help retching and yelling: "Fake, vomit~ What kind of a ghost is this!"

After cursing, he felt a bit disrupting the rhythm of his performance, and the black fat man quickly diverted everyone's attention: "See you, these people even pretend to be women to protect these rich people for money."

But when I said that, I felt sick again and skipped to the next step: "But now, their "master" has fallen into our hands. I announce that from tonight, anyone can go to their home, their company, Take away everything they squeeze away."

"And I will make sure that they agree to this "largest charity donation" in American history." The black fat man's eyes were full of excitement and enthusiasm: "Go, guys, get back everything that should belong to you. , This world will eventually belong to the famous lard oil! MakeAmericaGreatAgain~~~"

After shouting this sentence, the gangsters surrounded by celebrities on the live screen started to punch and kick them, and by the way ripped off valuable things from them.

Intentionally or unconsciously, those expensive watches, jewellery, suits, and leather shoes were flashed in front of the camera one after another, and the gangsters who got these things shouted excitedly: "I'm rich."

"I have never brought millions of watches in my life."

"These leather shoes... well, no commemorative sneakers are comfortable."

...

The fat black guy here withdrew from the camera, and immediately looked at the lady's big man with a gloomy face: it was this damn change that almost ruined his perfect performance, but fortunately, he resisted and didn't spit it out on the spot.

Gritting his teeth, he tilted his head to the two big black guys: "Hang this guy up for me at the door and clean him up. It's a particularly miserable one."

The two black men looked at each other: How miserable is it to be particularly miserable?

But they dragged the women's clothing elders down, and a moment later, a painful cry from outside the door: "Ah, no, no. I'm not a bodyguard, I'm just a commercial spy who came here to take pictures.