Robert gathered at least 300 members of the anti-mutant radical faction from all over the country to storm the venue of the [Fat Fat March]. Because in addition to the New York area, there are similar situations in other areas such as Longbottom's three fat.

Anti-mutant groups in the surrounding area of New York have also seen traitors. With Robert and the leaders of the nearby organizations combined, everyone gathered together to teach these rebellious fat guys a lesson.

Of all organizations, betrayal is always the most serious. So Robert's call was echoed by many. More than 300 people were carefully selected by Robert.

"Our opponents are a bunch of dead fat men! who weigh more than 300 pounds on average, can't run fast, and react slowly, like a bunch of pigs!" Robert said at the pre-war mobilization meeting.

"And let's look at our muscles!" he puffed out his well-developed biceps: "You and I are both warriors who have been trained for a long time, and are strong and fast, and have superior speeds! Although there are many fat people participating in the rally, the quantity cannot make up for the gap in quality!"

"It's like the Battle of Thermopylae, where the three hundred Spartan warriors fought against the 100,000 Persian army of Xerxes. I am Leonidas, and you are my Spartan warriors. Let's raise our spears and shields and beat the Persians to the ground!"

Robert's words were incendiary, and many guys who had watched "Spartan 300" were incited. Activist ideas are hard to understand, especially racial activism. Sometimes some inexplicable words from outsiders can poke their G-spot, making them angry or excited, and outsiders have no idea what they are excited about.

In this regard, both Chinese and foreign racial activists are a virtue.

Of course, maybe they're overlooking. That is, although the Spartan 300 alone resisted Xerxes' 100,000 army (for them alone anyway, the movie was resisted), it was indeed heroic.

But the final result was the defeat of Sparta and the killing of Leonidas!

Robert seems to have deliberately ignored this, or did he think that Leonidas could turn the tide of history with just a different person?

Anyway, when he led 300 radicals to rush to the scene of the [Fat Fat Parade], the whole scene was chaotic.

Many people understand that when a person is over 300 pounds and he's not a sumo wrestler or a wrestler, they're mostly reluctant to move.

Because it is too tiring for them to move their bodies, it can be seen from the fact that the [Fat Parade] chose to use an electric tricycle as a tool instead of walking on both feet to parade.

Moreover, people are easy to get tired as soon as they are fat, and shouting slogans is also a very tiring thing. So except for the first [Chubby March] organized by Adam in the Los Angeles area, the Chubby people didn't bother to shout slogans on the spot.

Most of them had a tape recorder and played the pre-recorded slogans and sounds on a regular basis.

However, because they couldn't violate the urban noise law, they controlled the volume of the tape recorder, and anyway, there was no square dance to play the loud sound of the "crooked river coming from the sky and flowing to the sea of purples and reds".

Each person hung a small tape recorder on their own mobility tools (including an electric tricycle, an electric movable sofa, an electrically modified bathtub, and an electrically modified Simmons bed). And then there were also their slogans and banners.

They drove their mobile tools slowly, playing their slogans repeatedly on the tape recorder, and at the same time leisurely moving forward in the car, enjoying the early summer sunshine of New York, which was the warm season and not too hot. It's a great option to organize a parade like this for everyone to get out and exercise.

So the [Fat Parade] marched in a very weird way. There are no excited crowds jumping up and down. There are no teams with loud slogans, and there are no people who take the opportunity of the parade to make some violent incidents (maybe it's because they're too lazy to move).

A guy paraded in an electrically modified Simmons bed and brought Nintendo's NS out to play, and also found another chubby, and the two of them lay on the bed to play NS together.

Many vendors in New York who sell sausages, hot dogs, pickled cucumbers, sodas, candy and doughnuts are pushing carts and silently following the procession. They're doing the logistics. After all, marching is a very tiring thing, and it is easy to get hungry at any time. They supported the march with their own actions.

"Here's three hot dogs, two parts honey mustard, and one part ketchup. Add another serving of pickled cucumber. "You see, the march is very tiring, and now there are people who are hungry.

It was probably the most peaceful march in the history of the United States, and the fat guys didn't bother to move, so it was like this anyway. They put forward their own manifesto, although they do not use drastic methods to express their demands, but the ballot in their hands is the best tool for appeal.

They marched in a very Buddhist way, and the police who were in charge of maintaining order were also very happy. The procession is not as fast as theirs. You can stroll the streets of New York during work hours without worrying about the sudden violence of this group of people. It's an easy job.

But the joy didn't last long, as the cops and the chubby people were enjoying the 3:15 p.m. afternoon tea doughnuts, Robert and his men rushed out of several coffee shops and fast food restaurants around the corner.

In an instant, three hundred people rushed out, each with a rubber roller in his hand as a weapon. took the lead in rushing into the forefront of the [Fat Parade]. And chanting, "You people are ruining America's future!"

As he said this, his rubber rod struck Adam in front of the procession on his head and face. As a fat man of three hundred and fifty pounds, you can't expect Adam to be flexible. After all, not the fat man's name is Sammo Hung .

Robert's blow was so hard that he struck Adam on the head and stunned him instantly. And then a few sticks hit him on the body, and he was knocked directly off the electric tricycle.

And this is just the beginning, just like the pre-war mobilization. The elite soldiers brought by Robert all wore motorcycle helmets with black masks, making it difficult to see their faces. They wielded rubber sticks like tigers entering a flock of sheep, completely disrupting the fat people in the procession.

The fat people who were originally enjoying the parade, enjoying the doughnuts, and enjoying the game instantly panicked. The electric tricycle began to swerve frantically, fleeing in both directions.

The guy who came out in the big bed with an electric drive caused a three-car rear-end collision because the turning sheet metal parts were too big, and he and his companions overturned together with the NS game console.

The fat who drove out of the bathtub was even more miserable, he was dragged out of the bathtub and thrown on the ground. Then the radicals put the bathtub upside down on him, and he was completely covered by the bathtub and couldn't get out.

The fat people want to escape, although the parade is more than 3,000 people, but they are not here to fight with the strong men!

Everyone increased their horsepower and wanted to push the tricycle faster. But this kind of electric tricycle that specializes in selling big and fat people is specially modified, which is different from ordinary electric vehicles.

This type of car focuses more on high torque than on high revs. To put it simply, the load capacity and climbing ability of this electric vehicle are very good, and the motor torque is greater. However, the ability to sail at high speeds is not good, because the high speed setting is abandoned when it is designed.

The top speed of 12 kilometers per hour is not fast, but it is a safe speed for chubby people and it is enough for daily transportation. The manufacturer is also afraid that the speed is too fast, and the car will overturn when turning. After all, their customers are heavyweights. There is also the possibility of load-bearing climbing, so torque is more important than speed.

And designing with only one point (torque/speed) in mind can make the battery more durable and have a longer range.

But now 12 km/h is too slow to escape. Those guys with helmets can catch up with them with just a few quick runs. Some Chubby felt that the tricycle was too slow, so they abandoned the tricycle and began to run away with their legs.

But a lot of people ran back after 10 meters and got on their tricycles. Because they find themselves running slower than a tricycle, and they are more tired.

The police who were originally responsible for maintaining order were also scattered by the fat guys who were out of order, and they couldn't stop the surprise attack launched by Robert and the others in the first place.

The Black Helmets (all of whom had uniform black helmets) smashed into the Fat Fat Parade like a flock, tearing the team into several pieces in an instant.

Robert had a sense of complacency, this is the price of betrayal!

He's already watched Longbottom, this damn little fat man! How dare you betray the organization?! I'm going to teach you a good lesson!

Anger drove Robert towards Longbottom, who was driving an electric tricycle with the throttle turned to the bottom, but still couldn't run fast.

He saw a guy in a black helmet waving a rubber rod getting closer and closer to him, and the little fat man's heart was desperate. It's not that he doesn't want to run, if he could run, he would have run a long time ago.

The other party is getting closer and closer, and the sound of the rubber stick waving is already clearly audible. You don't have to try it to know that it must be very painful on your body, and you may break bones or even rupture your internal organs. Longbottom was still struggling, but it didn't seem to work.

Robert had a smile on his face, and his rubber wand swung fiercely at Longbottom's body, getting closer, closer and closer.

But just as the stick was about to land on Longbottom, a great force came. Like a heavyweight boxer slamming himself in the chest, Robert flew out in an instant. What hit him was a rifle from fifty meters away that fired rubber bullets.

Frank the Punisher was sitting, and Mike and Big Daddy stood beside him. The three uncles took the rubber bullet rifles that fired in bursts and began to suppress the front of the Black Helmets.

In another place, white cobwebs and tear gas fell from the sky, and Peter hung under Harry's sliding wing, and both of them arrived.

In the rear of the Black Helmets, a thunderbolt flashed, and lightning splashed everywhere, blocking everyone's retreat. Li Jie looked at the Black Helmets with a thunder knife, and at the same time communicated to Tony: "Has the reporter arrived?"

"Right now!"