"This is the Los Angeles Times, and we're interviewing a—"

"Hello everyone, welcome to Western Time, today in the Kukamon community, it happened-"

"Thousands of environmentalists have come together to protest against the new waste incineration plant in the community."

It is the first time that the people of the entire East Side have seen such a scene, although it is common to march and protest in the United States, but when did sit-in protests become popular in places like slums?

You must know that the people here have never been good at reasoning, and everyone thinks that it is easier to speak directly with your fists than to talk nonsense for half a day?

Of course, if you can't handle it with your fists, then you can also consider using a gun.

"Boss, I don't really understand!" Fiona asked in some surprise as she looked at the bustling crowd outside.

Yesterday, Li Qingyuan asked her to contact all the media in Los Angeles, asking them all to come to shoot the whole process today, and by the way, she also sent out a lot of gifts and condolences.

Originally, even the media, which claims to be the conscience of Western civilization, didn't bother to visit the East District, after all, this kind of slum street is staged every day with violent shootings and other vicious incidents, and there is no need to report it.

But for the sake of Fiona's condolences and the sit-in protest of thousands of environmental activists, it can be regarded as not big news, so basically as long as the media received the gift, they also sent two or three idlers to report.

"How many of those guys do you think are sincere so-called environmentalists?" Master Li didn't answer her question, but pointed to the crowd around the building.

The square was already packed, and thousands of so-called environmentalists in various costumes held protest banners, blocking all traffic in the area.

"There should be 30%!" Fiona said, counting heads.

As someone who grew up in the slums, Fiona really felt that these guys were well fed and had nothing to do.

Around this group of so-called environmental lovers, in this Kukamon community, there are not many miserable families, and Fiona knows that there are at least 20 girls who have been abducted and trafficked by Russians in the strip club next door.

But these guys are deaf to the human tragedy that is just around the corner, and they have been thinking about why animals are welfare, adding color to society, and fearing that the gas from the incineration of a garbage station will affect the environment of the whole of Southern California, which is simply unreasonable.

"Thirty percent, it's good to have ten!" Li Qingyuan smiled disdainfully.

Man is indeed the dirtiest creature in the world.

"We strongly condemn the owner of this garbage dump, who incinerates the toxic gases produced by the garbage here, which will seriously pollute the environment and lead to the destruction of our ecological balance, which is an unforgivable mistake for the entire Los Angeles area and the entire United States."

A young man dressed as a hippie is talking to the camera, and beside him, three or four little girls are looking at him with starry eyes.

The young man who was randomly interviewed was already happy in his heart, and these so-called caring little girls don't need to be too easy to deceive.

As long as you pretend to be a so-called environmental protection caring person, you can not only cheat sponsorship funds in the hands of various organizations, but also give away guns for free by idiot women, such a good thing, you won't change a lantern!

'Meow'......

Just as he was thinking about taking the girl out at night, he only heard a cat meow.

I saw dozens of stray cats coming out of the alley and meowing towards them.

"Hey! Kitten Meow, come, here are dried fish to eat! The young hippie immediately crouched down and pulled out a snack from his pocket, pretending to be an environmentalist, but he had been dealing with stray cats for months.

Nowadays, as long as it is a big city, you can see these stray cats everywhere, and they jump up and down everywhere to breed, which makes many residents unbearable.

But there is no way, these are ancestors.

Not to mention the so-called free country in the United States, even in places like the flower planter, if you hit a stray dog or a stray cat, a group of so-called hairy dog parties will rush out to greet your whole family, so there are more and more stray cats and dogs, and there is no way to manage them.

But!

The so-called animal protection association will not care whether these stray cats will affect the lives of others! In their eyes, as long as it's an animal, it's good.

The hippie looked at the little kitten walking slowly towards him, and he could already feel the admiration of the two girls behind him, maybe he could play with three people tonight, little kitten, thank you so much!

"Ahh

Just when he was thinking about how to play at night, he only felt a pain in his hand.

The damn cat reached out and snatched the bag of dried fish from his hand, leaving a bone-deep bloody streak on his palm.

"Bastard!" He was so angry that he wanted to stand up and kick this damn cat, and he even dared to scratch himself, it was like looking for death.

"York, what's wrong?" But at this time, the girl's greeting came from behind, which immediately made him react again.

Bear with me!

He must not break the skin of caring for the environment and animals, so even if the palm of his hand is already dripping blood, he still smiled and said:

"This kitten scratched me, it's okay, it must have been accidental."

With that, the hippie known as York stretched out his uninjured hand and prepared to touch the cat that was munching on a small dried fish.

For the happiness of the lower half of his body at night, Lao Tzu will endure it now, and next time he must burn all these damn cats to death.

He muttered fiercely in his heart.

"Ahh

You must know that cat claws are very sharp compared to human skin, especially the claws of this stray cat, which are honed in the struggle with nature.

"Damn it!" The young man named York could not bear it any longer, and after his left hand was scratched, his right hand was scratched again, and if he could hold back, it would be unless Jesus leaned over.

He kicked the cat directly in the stomach, and the stray cat let out a scream.

"York!" Several brain-dead women who had thought he was very caring immediately screamed.

Isn't it just that I was scratched by a kitten, how can I be so unloving.

The stray cat that was kicked out shook twice on the ground, and suddenly stopped moving, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that the cat was kicked to death.

"No, I'm not, it caught me first!" Seeing that he actually kicked the cat to death, the young man also knew that he had caused a big disaster, and hurriedly raised a pair of hands that were still dripping blood.