Bon voyage.

It didn't take long for Ye Tian's motorcade to enter Manhattan Island and drive straight to his home on 110th Street at the north end of Central Park.

As soon as the convoy entered 110th Street, Ye Tian saw that on the sidewalk opposite his apartment building, there were many protesters and demonstrators, holding various banners and slogans, and the scene looked very lively.

In addition to these protesting and demonstrators, there were also many media reporters gathered at the scene, all holding long guns and short cannons, and they had already set up a position, just waiting for Ye Tian to come back.

There are also a number of New York police officers who are responsible for maintaining order at the scene.

They had already set up a cordon to keep out the crowds of protesters who appeared to be angry, including journalists.

Inside the cordon, in front of the apartment building, is the alert range of many security personnel under Ye Tian.

All of them were on alert, vigilantly watching the protesters, on the streets and in Central Park across the street, ready to respond.

Obviously, the news of Ye Tian's return to New York has spread quickly, which is why so many people have come to 110th Street.

Seeing this scene, a contemptuous smile immediately flashed on Ye Tian's face, and his eyes were full of disdain.

Immediately afterward, he looked through the car window at Central Park on the left, and turned on the perspective to see through the snow-capped forest in Central Park.

In Central Park, he only saw some ordinary people visiting or lounging, and did not find the gunman in ambush, and naturally there was no potential danger.

Next, he took a closer look at the familiar buildings on the right side of the convoy, and found no lurking gunman.

There is certainly a reason why he is so cautious.

The mafia scum of the previous 'our cause', as well as other enemies from all walks of life, as well as the newly added enemies, those Goryeo sticks, are all objects that need to be guarded against.

As he peered through the outside, Cole's voice came through the wireless invisible headphones.

"Steven, the situation at the scene is under our control, you can rest assured, we have thoroughly investigated the Central Park side and found no potential danger.

We also used beetle drones to secretly check these apartment buildings near your home, and there were no lurking gunmen or other strange guys.

Those protesters gathered in front of your house, mainly South Koreans from Lower Manhattan, should have organized by the South Korean Consulate General in New York, and a few others"

Hearing the report, Ye Tian immediately sneered and said:

"Okay, Cole, you're doing a good job of keeping the guys on their toes and ready to do whatever they want to do with the protests.

During the protests, South Koreans like to play some tricks of self-harm to gain attention and sympathy, and if they self-harm, everyone does not have to deal with it, just watch the show.

All you have to do is to record all this with a camera, and then post it on the Internet as soon as possible, so as not to throw dirty water on us by some ill-intentioned guys!"

"Understood, Steven, we know what to do!"

Cole replied in a deep voice, his words full of confidence.

As he spoke, Ye Tian's motorcade had already arrived in front of his apartment building, and seven or eight tall bulletproof SUVs stopped on the side of the road one after another, just blocking the view from Central Park.

As soon as the convoy came to a stop, Mattis and Cole led a large number of armed security personnel out of the car and quickly formed a line of defense around the convoy.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Tian and David also got out of the car one after another and walked towards the door of the apartment building together.

As they appeared, the large number of protesters on the other side of the street suddenly shook the banners and slogans in their hands desperately as if they had been beaten with blood, and protested hoarsely and loudly.

"Steven, you're a butcher and a robber!"

"You're a bastard, a villain, Steven, you have to apologize publicly and take responsibility for your violence"

In addition to these protesters, many media reporters who were stopped outside the cordon were also excited, and they all raised their voices to ask questions.

"Good afternoon, Steven, I'm a reporter for the Washington Post, tell me about your lawsuit against the South Korean Consulate General in New York, everyone is very interested."

"Hello, Steven, some time ago the New York Police Department arrested several members of the organization from the Italian mafia 'Our Cause' and expelled a group of people, do these things have anything to do with you?"

With bursts of angry and even hysterical protests, as well as loud questions from many media reporters, the area in front of the apartment building suddenly became as lively as if it were boiling a pot.

For all this, Ye Tian didn't know about it, and he didn't bother to pay attention to it, and walked straight to the door of the apartment building.

At the same time, he had already secretly turned on the perspective, and thoroughly saw through the apartment building where he was located from top to bottom, and did not let go of a single corner.

After making sure that there was no potential danger and that the apartment building was very safe, he stepped forward and entered his fingerprint and password to open the door of the apartment building.

The next moment, he walked into the apartment building with David and Matisse and disappeared from the view of the guys outside.

They had just entered the apartment building and had not taken a few steps further, when Cole, who was in charge of security outside the apartment building, suddenly said through the invisible wireless headset:

"Steven, you guessed it right, those Koreans are going to play the trick of self-harm, and one of the guys in his forties seems to be about to cut his finger, and he is crazy, and the media reporters are all around."

"Koreans are so virtuous, sometimes they are paranoid like crazy people, if they like to cut it, please do whatever they want, their fingers grow on him, whether it hurts or not, he knows that he had better castrate himself on the spot.

It was a way for them to show their resolve, and when they saw the blood, the Koreans would wrap up the severed finger and then go to the hospital to reattach the severed finger.

All you have to do is film it all with a camera and post it on the Internet right away, and put it aside, otherwise those Koreans will be endless.

After all, this is in front of my house, and for humanitarian reasons, after that Korean idiot cuts off his finger, you can just help call an ambulance, which is also considered benevolent!"

Ye Tian said with a sneer, not caring about the life or death of the Korean outside.

"Understood, Steven, leave the outside to us"

Cole responded, and ended the call.

As soon as his words fell, David, who was standing next to Ye Tian, said:

"These Koreans are really crazy enough to protest by means of self-harm, and I don't know what they think"

"Why don't we call Koreans Goryeo sticks, there's a reason for that, those guys have a tendon in their heads, like a stick on their heads, and they don't know how to turn at all."

Ye Tian said jokingly, his words full of disdain.

"Hahaha"

Laughter immediately rang out from the scene, and everyone laughed.

At this time, the outside of the apartment building was completely chaotic.

The middle-aged Korean man, who tried to cut his finger to show his determination, pulled out a pair of gardening scissors used to prune branches, and clamped the little finger of his left hand with the sharp blade of the scissors.

As long as he used force, he could cut off the little finger of his left hand, and blood splattered on the spot.

Around this guy, other protesting South Koreans erected a wall of people to block the New York police officers who tried to stop them, and protested hysterically and loudly, one by one.

But they were wiser enough to protest verbally and verbally with the New York cops, but they never gave the police a reason to draw their guns and open fire.

On the periphery of the New York police officers were a number of media reporters who feared that the world would not be chaotic, holding their cameras and video cameras high above their heads, filming the situation in the center of the crowd.

None of them stepped in to stop the Korean idiot in the crowd from self-harming, but they were so excited that they were capturing this rare news footage.

Farther out, Cole and the others watched the farce with a cold eye, and operated a small drone to condescendingly take pictures of the scene as video evidence.

"Get out of the way, I'll warn you again, get out of the way at once"

The New York police officers who were stopped outside warned the South Koreans loudly, and they were so angry that their noses smoked out.

They tried to rush into the crowd and stop the bloodshed, and if that idiot in the crowd really cut off his fingers, and in front of so many media reporters, it would be troublesome.

However, these South Koreans who stood in front of them, although they kept retreating, refused to get out of the way, and kept quibbling, trying to delay time.

Seeing that the defense line formed by these South Koreans was about to be breached, many New York police officers were about to rush into the crowd.

At this moment, a terrible scream suddenly sounded in the crowd, resounding throughout the street.

"Ah——!h

With this scream, the Korean man in his forties in the crowd squeezed the gardening scissors hard.

The next moment, the front half of the little finger of his left hand was cut off, and a stream of blood immediately shot out.

finally saw blood, and this farce in front of the apartment building was directly pushed to the climax!