Los Angeles, Brentwood.

Music agent Scout Braun was busy until the wee hours of the morning and was finally able to fall asleep.

Since his number one customer Justin Bieber became popular, he has endless work and troubles, just like customers are pulling anytime and anywhere, and he has to help wipe his ass all the time.

And that's not even the most uncomfortable.

Scout found that the small Internet celebrities signed from YouTube back then were becoming more and more difficult to manage and could get out of control at any time.

"I didn't expect to see such a good show." Martin was somewhat surprised.

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The apartment's security guards stared at the men warily.

The women's clothing boss Blaya followed, and she opened her voice two meters away: "Scum, you only deserve to eat cows......

"Transgender people have human rights!"

This is New York, the pioneer of freedom, not Texas.

Bruce's van was parked nearby.

As a white police officer, the actions are inevitably rough.

"Discriminators get out of New York!"

Temporarily seized by the NYPD or something, all turned into a trivial matter.

Michelle had already squeezed around Justin, and a few meters away, threw out an egg.

Remembering the words of this bastard in the video, this person really wanted to pick up the umbrella and stab it with a pointed tip!

The first floor arrived, the elevator doors opened, and Justin walked out alone.

Michelle's men kept stopping, throwing one and pulling out the second.

Michelle suddenly said, "Thank you, officer."

Brand saw that the person was calm, and he didn't feel that he had done anything, but just escorted the person away.

This is a secret recipe for rotten eggs bought in the early hours of the morning!

In the second round, rotten eggs smashed over, and Justin turned around and ran back.

Around, there are also a few black people dressed similarly, neither male nor female.

…………

Looking at the current situation, I don't have any credit for it, and I still make a fuss.

Brand and his colleagues held down Michelle, a black man who looked like a big upright cow.

Justin put his hands in his coat pockets and walked out of the apartment alone, he was going out to get some good goods today, and he didn't plan to call anyone else.

The egg that was originally thrown into the mouth was slightly deflected and smashed into Justin's nose.

In front of the apartment building, NYPD support rushed over, and the police controlled the first few people to do it.

The two sides were too close together, and the first bioweapon had caused Justin to vomit, leaving him too late to hide.

Brand was confused by this, and said in his heart that this group really had something wrong with their heads.

Several large groups, through their backers, managed to authorize the legal gathering overnight.

The egg breaks, and the liquid falls into Justin's mouth.

"Looks like there's movement." Leonardo reminded.

Nicholson summed up a life lesson: "It's always cool to keep people entertained."

In the elevator, an unusually burly woman leaned to the side, her gaze sweeping over Justin, who was standing in the center.

People gathered in all directions towards an apartment building next to the small square.

Scout sat up straight like a corpse, stunned for a few seconds, before coming back to his senses, picking up his phone and connecting it, listening to a few words from there, the person almost jumped: "What? Justin is in the headlines?"

Brya asked, "Are you ready?"

The peculiar stench of rotten eggs makes people feel sick.

He exclaimed, "If it's like what you said, the best proctologist in the world combined can't cure Justin Bieber."

Bleia motioned for Michelle to pay attention to the people gathered on the other side, "The gay community has arrived, too."

What slogans, what slogans, what protests, they are not in his eyes at all

Village.

The dedicated paparazzi reporters, of course, will not miss this good opportunity to make a lot of money, ignoring the stench one by one, patting the protest crowd and Justin fleeing in embarrassment.

As soon as the people went out, the originally calm scene was as if the water had fallen into the hot oil, and it exploded with a bang.

But Michelle, a group of buff-filled guys, won't let him go easily.

Nicholson said, "This group of shapeshifters in New York is stronger than the Iraqis, and they have hidden biochemical weapons of mass destruction!"

Most of them don't look normal, and many of them are men or women in groups.

After making the call, he first went to turn on the computer, logged on to the TZ website, and watched the news video.

Martin glanced over there and said, "After the excitement is over, let's leave."

Neither the shouting of protests nor the flashing lights of the surrounding reporters could stop him.

Especially when he snatched Michelle's weapon bag, the bag fell to the ground and the remaining rotten eggs were all broken.

Bruce started the car and left Hudson Yards.

Martin said casually, "Just come and let you take a look, so that I can comfort your wounded heart."

"I know." Michelle looked left and right at a few of her black companions: "We're African-American, gay-plus-shaped, feminist activists."

Martin looked over there as well.

Looking at the gathering of these abnormal groups, pedestrians have detoured, but they do not feel strange.

Leonardo didn't need to be reminded by Martin, he lowered his binoculars and raised the window glass.

These words fell into Justin's ears, and immediately reminded him of the gun last night, which exploded in one fell swoop.

"I know a well-known proctologist nicknamed Hyena," Martin said.

He shouted, "You disgusting things, I want to vomit when I see you, and you all roll ......

One hundred and four. Two-three-three. Two-four-three. One hundred and eighty-four

The most conspicuous group of people are men in women's clothing.

Justin looked up at the crowd gathered on the sidewalk outside, and didn't take it seriously, he pulled up the hood of his coat and put it on, and hurried out the door.

Manhattan, near Hudson Yards.

Even so, it was more normal than the black Michelle next to him.

Leonardo was very happy: "No wonder you and Jack like to mess with people so much, it's really cool to do people!"

The shouting, protesting, and shouting made the place a mess.

Most people's slogans are quite reasonable.

Michelle is still shouting, "I'm a woman, you guys get the policewoman ......"

"Equal rights!"

There was a crackling sound, and rotten eggs smashed all over Justin's head.

Agents are not the same as celebrities, Justin Bieber thinks it's just a disgusting little thing, but Scout sees a huge crisis in it.

"No discrimination!"

Some NYPDs are shouting something, maintaining basic order.

The burly girl said into the Bluetooth headset, "He's out of the elevator."

The stench all over his body, especially those that fell into his mouth, made him vomit as he ran, and he vomited out all the breakfast he had just eaten.

He looked at the sky outside that was about to glow, and quickly dialed Justin's phone, but there was a prompt to turn off the phone.

The bastard client wasn't around, and Scout managed to get a good night's sleep.

Michelle's fake breasts fell to the waistband of her pants, and she struggled and shouted, "I'm a woman, you broke my breasts, I'm going to sue you!" Let me go, even if you arrest me, let the women come!"

Michelle, a black man, wears a white dress, a big golden nose ring, and white boots, like a big cow walking upright.

Bleia understood, "I'll do it for you in a moment."

Michelle didn't say anything more, but Brand's words opened the door to a new world for him!

"You're too cruel, Leo." Nicholson pulled off his sunglasses and looked through the window

To those colorful and non-male and female guys in the distance.

When the crowd got a little closer, it stopped moving.

Leonardo nodded, "Go back."

In a burst of shouting, Justin was somewhat confused, not understanding what was happening.

Those women's clothing bigwigs are more aggressive.

Justin reacted that these bastards were coming for him.

I was sleeping soundly, and the phone rang suddenly.

Two white police officers grabbed Michelle by the arm and wanted to take him to a police car.

The protesters suddenly put up signs and moved towards the apartment.

Justin turned around and raised two middle fingers at the flamboyant ugly ghost, "Fake!"

Leonardo picked up the binoculars and said, "So many protesters, that bastard will come out?"

Instead of going back, Justin held his head high and walked towards the car on the side of the road, protected by the apartment security.

Scout was in a hurry, and quickly called his collaborator and a friend in New York, asking them to go to Justin immediately, and then called his assistant and asked her to rent a business jet as quickly as possible.

Michelle patted the handbag she was carrying: "We went to Chinatown overnight and bought out the eggs from a special workshop there."

That incident last night hurt Justin's mind so badly that he wanted to heal alone.

"Scum!"

In addition to these special groups preparing to protest, several NYPD patrol cars also drove over.

The higher version crushed Michelle, who was stunned, closed her mouth, and looked at Brand in a slightly surprised way.

Because of the time difference, the sun was already hanging in the sky of New York.

Then I called the landline, but no one answered.

Of course, the reporters and paparazzi who got the news are indispensable.

Breia took out the makeup mirror, looked at the face with heavy makeup, and took out her eyebrow pencil to draw the blue eyebrows, with a big body and a weird explosive head, it looked like a monster.

Justin not only smelled it, but also tasted it, and was disgusted and wanted to vomit.

This reminded Brand, who had a lively head and an idea, and said, "How can you define someone else's gender casually? The two of us look like men, but we're actually women, but we haven't had time for surgery yet."

Brand exchanged glances with his colleague, remembering the identity of this guy, he couldn't help but regret it, why did he rush down in a hurry to control people?

But he didn't care, and he wasn't afraid, there were quite a few NYPDs on the scene to maintain order.

Not far away, the car smelled a foul smell wafting over, and Martin reminded, "Close the window!"

Before he could finish speaking, something seemed to fly over.

"Stop!" The NYPDs are also not vegetarians, and they shouted, "Put down your murder weapons!"

…………

Four more black men in women's clothes took rotten eggs out of their handbags and threw them at Justin.

As of the current version, the buffs are stacked.

…………

Michelle repeated Brand's words over and over again in her head - how can you define someone else's gender casually!

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