Some people read certain types because of their own inclination.

And some people have this tendency because they read certain types.

For example, Molly, who used to be an ordinary rich girl who went to medical school.

It wasn't until I came into contact with "Harem Boleyn" that I became a feminist.

Well, I must admit that the rapid update of that book once put her in a difficult situation.

So much so that this once good girl had to organize a wave of naked running downstairs.

"But it's a good feeling to be a leader. Jasmine looked at the computer screen and let out a soft sigh.

Then, she quickly tapped on the keyboard, "Sisters, the registered name is Mark??" Zuckerberg guys, it's offline!"

"How's your battle going?"

"Haha, these men are simply too weak!"

"Several active IDs, all of them are playing dead!"

"The topic area of "Abnormal Creature Observations" has been occupied by us!"

Molly clicks on the link to go to the Anomaly topic area.

I saw that the discussion had already begun inside, if Anne?? When Pope John I and Pope John I meet, who will be more powerful!

"Sure enough, only Wang's female-oriented works have this kind of 'cool' feeling!"

Molly pondered, feeling that Wang gradually wrote more works of this genre, and the group became more active online.

So, what about in reality?

"It is said that tomorrow there will be a feminist rally in the New York square!" Molly thought for a moment before typing on the keyboard.

"No, it's a political party, I hate politicians!" someone replied immediately.

"But the king will speak. She persuaded: "We should use actions to encourage Wang Duo to create women-oriented works!"

After waiting for a while, Molly saw someone asking, "This time, are you still running naked?"

That is, agreed to go?

Molly was overjoyed and immediately replied, "We just need to make a banner to show that we are fans of The Pope." ”

She thought for a moment, and recalled the last time Wang gradually saw a group of naked women, her panicked expression.

So, as if jokingly, he added, "Of course, if the king calls us to run naked, I don't mind taking off my clothes." ”

"Hah, Wang?" someone clearly thought of this.

"If he says in public that he encourages streaking, I'll help him pull off other women's clothes!"

"Haha!"

In the topic area, a cheerful atmosphere was instantly filled.

The women then began to discuss how to dress and what kind of banners to hold in the forum.

Of course, the most important thing is to locate the northwest corner of Times Square as a gathering place.

And in the Bronx, there is also a group of people at this time, who are discussing tomorrow's feminist rally.

The leader of them, a black man in a suit and leather shoes, was the representative sent by BET to contact.

"Please, niggers are more likely to cause mass incidents!" said one gang member, scratching his dreadlocks and looking distressed.

"Not including these people!"

"Before that, I didn't know that there were so many niggers with glasses living in the Bronx!"

"What we want is to protest against the 'religious discrimination' of that Asian writer in front of the media, not just violence!" the elite-looking black man pouted disdainfully.

"For this kind of scene, this kind of good boys, it's completely enough!"

"But with these people, even the policemen who maintain order can't rush through, right?" the pigtailed man thought about the actual situation.

"Don't worry. The elite man looked at the crowd slowly, "According to the tip, the police department in New York City will not be dispatched on a large scale. ”

The security personnel, on the other hand, will pay more attention to the big names on the rostrum. ”

"You just have to make a big noise off the stage and then be interviewed by BET, NBC. ”

"Or maybe you can't even deal with a group of women?"

The elite man looked at the pigtailed man with burning eyes, and at the same time took out an envelope in his hand.

"Woman?" the dreadlocked man muttered in an embarrassed voice, but his eyes fell on the envelope.

"Well," he said, pretending to be difficult, "no violence, just protests?"

The elite man smiled and nodded, and stuffed the envelope into the other party's hand.

"It's very difficult, not to mention—" he walked over to a stupid-looking black strong man, "and such a great guy!"

The elite man patted the strong man's face and asked with a smile, "What should you do if the police stop you?"

"Ho-ho," the strong man smiled dementedly, "I'm not afraid, I have this." ”

With that, he pulled out a grenade.

"Fuck!" the elite man yelled, forgetting to run away for a moment.

"Aim, didn't you want to take the grenade?" the pigtailed man took two quick steps in embarrassment and snatched the grenade.

"I'm sorry," he said to the elite man, pointing to the strong man, "he used to be the backbone of the Blood Gang, because he was shot in the head, so..."

This...

The elite man stared at the grenade and felt his calves tremble a little.

It turns out that the streets of African Americans are really so terrible!

"Ahem," he coughed softly, pretending to be calm, "again, there is a contemporary American commander on the rostrum!"

The elite man pointed at the big black man, "This kind of dangerous element, you must not bring it." ”

"Understood, understood. The pigtailed man glared fiercely, and then showed a flattering smile at the elite man.

After sending the other party away, he returned to his room and began to arrange for tomorrow's action.

"It's very conspicuous that so many of us niggers are gathered together. ”

"So, to avoid attracting the attention of the police, disperse around Times Square when the party starts!"

At this moment, he pulled out a dirty map and spread it on the ground.

"As the speech progresses, we are going to gather towards this place. ”

"The Asian writer was the last one to speak. ”

"Before that, you must come to the venue for ordinary people who are attracted by the speech. ”

"That is, the northwest corner of Times Square!"

"Boss," a black man interrupted, interrupting the pigtailed man who was giving a passionate speech.

He pointed to the strong man Aim, and a group of people nearby.

These people are different from the other nerds, and they are obviously a little more vigorous.

"Do they need to go over?"

The man with dirty pigtails began to habitually scratch his hair again, and he was also thinking about this problem.

Bring it, right?

There seemed to be danger, and no matter how weak the nerds were, they should be able to hold down the women and scare the party crowd away.

Don't you bring it, do you?

Doing things with this group of eyed niggers by yourself?

How do you feel, so bottomless?

After a few minutes, the pigtailed man made his decision.

"All of them, but don't bring weapons!"

He thought for a moment and emphasized again, "Don't even take the dagger with you!"