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On the European Internet, the frenzied matchmaking continues. At the very centre of the storm, however, Amsterdam's alignment is no longer just online. Under the intensification of contradictions, the raging Amsterdam men formed an army, they called themselves Wu Tao's party, and they claimed that the meaning of their existence was to fight for Wu Tao.

And that's not a veiled slogan.

During the TV interview, members of Wu Tao's party held up the TZC banner and said feverishly in the camera, "Before joining this organization, I never knew what I was living for, but now, I know the meaning of my existence!" I found what I was fighting for!

I'm fighting for the freedom of all men!

」

Others reverently compared the Trinity in front of the camera with tears in their eyes and said, "It was God who sent Duncan to us, just as God sent Wu Tao to us, praise God, praise fate, praise fate!"

And in the frenzy that swept through Amsterdam, not only men joined the Wu Tao party, but even many women joined the Wu Tao party. They gathered around the poet Duncan every day, listening to his voice in fascination.

It's like listening to the fairy music from the gods of heaven.

Duncan was so obsessed with it that he could no longer remember the verses by the river, and he no longer liked the sour poems he had written.

What he longs for most every day is to take it from the hands of that man who is both a god and a demon, and that crazy article, that postmodern berserk style of poetry, which brings the whole of Amsterdam to a climax and makes the whole of European cyberspace tremble.

Compared to the obsessive postmodern poetry, what he had written before was like toilet paper, meaningless.

For several days, the members of Wu Tao's party have grown at a rate visible to the naked eye, since there have been human beings, no organization has been able to grow so rapidly, and in less than a week, the team has expanded from thousands to tens of thousands.

Tens of thousands of people were holding huge banners and flags with bright red paint on them marked with big X, and under the X were huge AQT and the company that produced it. JSB，GB，DLS。

They roared through the streets of Amsterdam.

The slogan of *** was shouted in his mouth.

The slogan is very simple.

Dutch words with only four words.

「eptie！

」

「eptie！

」

「eptie！

」

「eptie！

」

Under such slogans, there is no man who is not moved by this.

But in the face of such a frenzy, Song Wenbin has become more and more indifferent, compared to when he was in Seoul, he has evolved, he no longer appears in front of the stage, these days, his job is just to write articles behind the scenes, and then fund ***, that's all.

Of course, his purpose was never to have a T or no T, and to be honest, this kind of question is meaningless and even stupid for him as a misogynistic anchor. He didn't care if humans should use T or not, and his purpose was to have and only a copy of the quantum state at the University of Amsterdam.

And if he wants to get the file, he needs to get the correct fingerprints, and this kind of thing is simply easy for the Wu Tao party controlled by him. The fanatical partymen would rather have their fingers burned on the hot wax than have their fingerprints kept. As for things like autographs and photos, Song Wenbin almost wants as much as he wants.

What's more, under the sweep of this frenzy, in order to show their identity, some of them even held up their identity documents and publicly expressed their yearning and support for freedom.

But Song Wenbin didn't care if they were real names or not, the fingerprints and photos of these ordinary people were useless to him, and his target was the fingerprints of those who entered and exited the file room at the University of Amsterdam. As for whether you can get fingerprints, it will wait for the *** team to go to the University of Amsterdam

Know.

However, he believes that in such a frenzied atmosphere, even the most rational person will be difficult to resist.

However, just as there is an eternal opposite to the world, such large-scale demonstrations and outrageous slogans have also provoked a revolt from women rights throughout Amsterdam and even across Europe.

Countless women activists rushed from all over Europe overnight, and they also organized themselves to form the YT Party to compete with Wu Tao's party, without any, no ink, and no muddy elements.

A YT Party***, which was almost comparable to Wu Tao's party, set off in Amsterdam in an instant, holding high banners protecting women's rights and interests, holding loudspeakers, and walking through the streets.

Two huge *** events were ignited in the city of Amsterdam at the same time, far more than all the *** events in the city. Everyone has to take sides, and even Amsterdammers stop saying hello or what's the weather like when they meet.

When they came up, they greeted each other.

"Do you die?"

It's all a sign that distinguishes between friendly and enemy forces.

And this not only caused the tear of the entire city of Amsterdam, but even caused the tear within countless families in Amsterdam, and in the hearts of those women who were brainwashed by the YT party, even the parents became hateful, because there was no doubt.

Their parents had them because of Wu Tao.

And this.

is intolerable.

……

"Our bodies belong to us!

」

"We are not breeding machines!

」

"Reject all dike dike!

」

"Wu Tao is dead!

」

They shouted earth-shattering slogans.

Holding banners and slogans, walk through the streets and alleys.

The banners also had a big X painted on them, and underneath the bright red X was a huge male, the Amsterdam Gyro Accelerator.

......

After a week of operation, Duncan, who had long lost himself, drove a huge *** team to the vicinity of the University of Amsterdam under the control of Song Wenbin's postmodern poetry and US dollars.

And the college students of the world's top universities ran out of the university like *** dogs, desperately handing over fingerprints, signatures, photos, and everything with status symbols to Wu Taodang.

While leaving fingerprints and signatures, they also screamed heartbreakingly: "I, James. Campbell's real name is Wu Tao! Nasus Man's Freedom!

」

"Sophomore law department Vincent real-name launch, for freedom!

For Wu Tao!

Come on!

」

"I, Baruch, oppose all forms of oppression!

Long live freedom!

Long live Wu Tao!

」

......

While shouting, they even rushed to the side of the camera, their faces were almost on the camera, and one by one they expressed their attitude and support for this matter in front of the camera.

Of course, the same thing is going on at just one street away from another gate, except that most of the people who left their fingerprints were women, and they supported the YT Party and wanted to sign *** to the city of Amsterdam to demand a lower tax rate on safety companies, preferably subsidized by taxpayers, so that they could produce safety products.

Of course, what will happen to this kind of thing Song Wenbin is completely yes, he saw that the collection of identity information was in full swing, so he was ready to call Sutina and wanted to ask her if she had found a matching fingerprint.

However, as if he had a clear heart, before his call could be made, Sutina herself called first.

Song Wenbin was stunned for a moment, and then connected the phone.

"Song Wenbin!

！

！

」

Sutina screamed like madness on the phone.

She no longer calls the affectionate Brother Song.

Song Wenbin took the phone a little farther away, and his eardrums hurt.

"What are you doing!

？」 She cried frantically, "What did *** do!

！ I'm going crazy!

！

」

"What's wrong again?" Song Wenbin said disgustedly.

"You're crazy!

！ Look what you've made Amsterdam look like!

？」 Sutina didn't care about the task at all, and she screamed wildly, "Are you still human!

Can you still be a good person!?"

Song Wenbin was surprised and said, "Why am I not a human being, they are resisting the Amsterdam Gyrotron Cannon in Amsterdam, isn't this very Amsterdam?"

"Amsterdam, you ghost!

This is a fart show!

Journalists from all over the world are coming!

Sutina screamed in despair on the phone, on the verge of collapse.

"What do you think I do less in the West than in other countries?" Song Wenbin said indifferently, "They don't do the same thing."

"What kind of master's skills to control it!" Su tina shouted in despair, grief and indignation, "What kind of Murong Fu are you!

」

"Alright, don't play." Song Wenbin said calmly, "Let's see if the fingerprints have been collected."

All the fingerprints collected were not sent to the city hall, but were first sent to the Chinatown stronghold for sampling.

"Collect a fart!

Sutina cried out in despair, "Huo Yu and Jiang Lu are gone!

Yes!

」

"What?" Song Wenbin was surprised at this moment and asked, "Where did they go?"

"They're going to ***!

」

Sutina cried with grief on the phone, "When you guys *** started, producer..... The producer didn't resist it herself, and ran to join the resistance movement on the other side!

Huo Yu, Huo Yu went to find her..... Huo Yu also went in!

Yes!

！」

The frenzied reality made Sutina kneel down in the stronghold, hiding her face and crying, "Even the photographer has run away...... Now I'm the only one left in the whole base.......

tf？？？？

Song Wenbin was stunned, he put down the phone, looked at Wei Ning and his film crew colleagues on the side, and said, "The producer went to participate in ***."

Wei Ning looked at Song Wenbin, looked at his idol, and looked at the huge fanatical *** team beside him, his face was pale, and his eyes were already scattered.

"Ah......" he muttered without any surprise, "I want to go too.....

"Is the sense of substitution really that strong?" Song Wenbin asked in astonishment.

Wei Ning looked at the noisy gongs and drums beside him, and the team waving flags and flags hid his face and cried, crying, "Disgusted.... I really want to be with them.....

The chaotic forces of the universe set off a deadly vortex, charming and magical, like the flower of deadly Indra, haunting those who encounter it, and risk being sucked away from their souls if they are not careful.

Seeing Wei Ning's appearance, Song Wenbin's face turned pale, he was startled, and asked loudly on the phone, "Have you found your fingerprints!?"

Sutina cried and said in despair, "Only two have been found.... There's also a face that hasn't been matched, the oldest professor... Didn't match."

Song Wenbin bit his lip tightly, even if

He has done this to this extent, and still has not been able to solve the problem perfectly. However, the personnel are exhausted, and the rest can only be left to fate, he looked at the sky, in the stable solar system, the chaos cannot last long, the window left for them is fleeting, if it is not possible, then the producer and Huo Yu must also be found, and then quickly leave the city that is about to explode.

"Drive the finished materials here," Song Wenbin said in a deep voice, "I'll go find Huo Yu and the producer, and we'll leave when we find it."

"Okay..."

Song Wenbin's cold voice made Su Tina finally stop despairing, she found the backbone, wiped her tears and stood up, choked and trembled, "I'll be there in five minutes..."

Putting down the phone, Song Wenbin couldn't help but grab Wei Ning, open his bow left and right and give him two slaps, and finally pulled him out of the deadly chaotic attraction.

"Disgusted with ......"

"Follow me to the producer!" He commanded.

Without waiting for Wei Ning to react, Song Wenbin took him and rushed to the location of the female *** on the other side, but before he could get close, he was stopped by a group of crazy women, who came up and tore Song Wenbin's clothes and hair without saying a word, screaming and yelling at something.

Song Wenbin didn't know what they were shouting, so he could only shout loudly, "Translator, Wei Ning!

」

Wei Ning's face turned pale and said, "They asked you if you die."

Song Wenbin blurted out without hesitation: "die! die！ die！ die！

！」

After listening to Wei Ning's translation, those crazy women instantly changed their faces, they stuffed a huge banner into Song Wenbin's hand, couldn't help but pull him over, took a red pen and drew an Amsterdam gyroscope cannon on his face, and then hit an X on it, Wei Ning was no exception, an Amsterdam gyroscope cannon was drawn on his face, and a big X was shot. Then the woman pointed to the huge procession and said excitedly and loudly.

"They let us go ***!

Wei Ning said excitedly.

Song Wenbin didn't care what these people were thinking, he dragged Wei Ning and drilled into the *** team along the dense crowd, shouting as he drilled, "Quick, make a call to Jiang Lu!"

」

Wei Ning started to make a phone call, but the chaos around him was getting stronger and stronger, and the women all looked the same, the same crazy, the same unreasonable.

"No!

」

Wei Ning shouted.

"Damn!

」

Song Wenbin scolded.

At critical moments, one is more unreliable than the other.

"Disgusting... We're done..."

Wei Ning put down his phone and said softly, he suddenly pointed not far away in fear. Song Wenbin looked up, it turned out that on the other side of the road, there was a large tide of Wu Tao people approaching this side, even without any language prompts, Song Wenbin could see from their eyes that it was a signal that the conflict was about to escalate.

Is it going to fall here?

No...

He has yet to find the national treasure.

He hasn't bought a house yet.

He hadn't had time to become a house slave yet.

How can it fall here?

Song Wenbin looked around, and found that there was a photographer shooting at him not far away, and suddenly, Song Wenbin had an idea, and he said loudly: "Don't BB, go, call Baoli!"

」

Wei Ning was startled, reacted, and quickly threw a phone call to director Bao Li, the phone was connected, and Bao Li shared his location. Song Wenbin dragged Wei Ning all the way, and soon, they found the director in the crowd.

Sure enough, the director, who has a strong sense of any conflict, is already in place, carrying a huge camera barrel, shooting in one direction and looking in that direction.

Okay!

Their producer, the one who doesn't smile and is unusually serious

Jiang Lu Dada, at the moment, is at the forefront of the conflict between men and women, boxing wildly.

Moreover, it is boxing in the physical sense.

This is where two streets meet, and it is also the place where the conflict is most intense.

People here are no longer satisfied with verbal confrontations, and here the conflict has risen to the physical level.

Jiang Lu has long lost the elegance she had when she first met, and she was seen wearing a disheveled hair and an Amsterdam accelerator cannon with a red cross painted on her face, but she was still screaming feverishly and happily, constantly grabbing the face of a strong man from the Wu Tao Party holding a banner in front of her.

While grabbing it, he screamed: "Wu Tao is going to die! Wu Tao is going to die!

My body belongs to me!

My body belongs to me!

」