The Wolf of Los Angeles.

On a weekend afternoon, Edward drove his new bulletproof Mercedes along Highland Street.

As we approached the Avenue of Stars, the road became congested as more and more vehicles arrived.

Hawke turned on the car radio and tuned it to the traffic channel. The radio host reported the traffic jam in real time.

With the Oscars ceremony approaching, the Avenue of Stars is semi-closed, with only pedestrians allowed and no vehicles allowed.

Hawke had already booked a place so that he could watch the fun.

When they were near the intersection, Edward drove the car into an underground parking lot. The two got out of the car and took the elevator to a nearby hotel, and went directly to the open-air restaurant on the top floor of the hotel.

There are a lot of people here this afternoon, most of them coming to watch the excitement of the Oscars.

The box Hawke booked had the best location, from which he could see the entire intersection where the Kodak Theater was located.

Edward sat down, ordered two cups of tea, looked down, and reminded: "Here it comes! Here it comes!"

Hawke opened his briefcase, took out two binoculars, and handed one to Edward.

Edward scratched his head and said with a smile: "Very well prepared."

Hawke spotted the row of heavy tanks and said, "The feminists have deployed heavy weapons, and the homosexuals have deployed biological weapons, a group of biological matrixes."

The gay team walked along the Avenue of Stars from the other side.

The security personnel hired at the scene were on high alert, and several LAPD police cars drove over and blocked the middle of the intersection.

Even the fans who were crowded on both sides of the red carpet waiting for the stars turned around and cast their attention.

Only the media reporters were so excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood. They left the red carpet and ran over, ready to shoot the big news.

Anyone who has learned about this year's Oscar race knows that there were nearly ten physical clashes between the two sides.

Encountering in such circumstances is like a collision between Mars and the Earth.

Someone in the gay team shouted, "Where are the flags? Where are the banners? Where are the posters? Pull them all up."

Following a loud noise, dozens of huge flags, more than a dozen banners, and dozens of posters were all raised on the Avenue of Stars.

"The Oscars are unfair, rejecting gay movies!"

"Investigate the Oscar scandal!"

"Protest Oscars discrimination against homosexuals!"

"The tragedy of the film, the Oscars are not inclusive!"

These people were holding huge posters of "Brokeback Mountain" with words like "Oscar Best Picture" written on them.

In addition to supporting gay-themed films and speaking out for Brokeback Mountain, they also attacked films that they believed framed gay films.

The black man walking in the front row also raised a flag, which was full of slogans attacking another film.

"It would be a disgrace to the Oscars if Million Dollar Baby won!"

"A film that stinks from beginning to end."

On the opposite side, feminists also raised flags, hung banners and held up posters.

Both sides, in addition to supporting the movies they supported, also fiercely attacked each other.

Feminist posters and banners are more offensive.

"Perverted crowd!"

"A bunch of troublemakers!"

The two groups were getting closer and closer, and were about to engage in a head-on fight. The LAPD, which was well prepared, used police cars as support and held explosion-proof shields to erect two human walls.

But these could not stop the two mortal enemies from attacking each other.

Foul language was exchanged and underwear, bottles and eggs were thrown at each other.

Amid the chaos, even the red carpet event at the Oscars was affected.

At this time, there were media reporters and filmmakers from all over the world everywhere, and the LAPD did not dare to rashly use violent expulsion methods.

On the Sisterhood Parade side, Jenna, the vice president in charge of on-site command, adopted Fiona's suggestion and decided to attract firepower head-on. She sent a group of the most powerful black and white women to go through the alley at the back, bypass Highland Street, and take a side-by-side approach to launch a surprise attack on the Matthewsin Association.

Almost at the same time, Lawrence, the vice president of the Matthewsin Association, agreed with Rosa's idea and sent a biochemical attack team to bypass the alley on one side and attack the sister parade in a roundabout way.

The strongest forces on both sides were sent out, and they chose different sides of the street and each carried out a successful flanking move.

Not long after, a row of black and white heavy tanks with a butt width of nearly one meter rushed into the camp of the gay community.

From tonnage to impact force to fighting will, they almost crush the ordinary homosexual group.

The homosexuals here were beaten to a pulp. They threw away their flags, posters and banners and turned around to run back.

But the difficult situations over the past few decades have tempered the will of these people, and for the time being they are defeated but not crushed.

Across two rows of LAPD officers holding riot shields, the sisters in the parade laughed out loud, and Vice President Jenna praised Fiona, who was also promoted to vice president.

But within two minutes of the cheers, nearly a hundred men and women rushed out from a nearby alley, most of them black women. Their exposed skin was covered with dense rashes.

On white people, it looks red and is quite scary.

The black man is less obvious, but more eerie.

The black man at the front laughed and shouted, "I'm in the late stage of AIDS!"

Another person similarly shouted: "I have syphilis!"

These voices fell into the ears of the feminists in the sisterhood. Before the biochemical team could get close, the female fighters were already scared to death and turned around and ran away with horror on their faces.

No matter how vulnerable the homosexuals on the opposite side were, they were defeated only by the actual impact and crushing of the heavy tanks.

In front of the cameras of numerous media reporters, the boxers once again proved that their only strength is their mouths.

The biochemical team shouted and the entire sister parade team collapsed.

Many of them cried for their parents.

"I am a woman, you can't attack women!"

"Women should be treated preferentially!"

The biological mother who rushed forward shot back: "Who is not a woman?"

The biochemical team completely defeated the Boxers' team, then turned back to support their own team, attacking the enemy's heavy tank troops from both sides.

The intersection was in chaos.

In a nearby command police car, a sheriff in charge of the scene sat in the car, holding his coffee steadily and sipping it slowly.

The subordinate next to him asked, "Boss, are we not going to do anything?"

The LAPD has dealt with conflicts between these two groups many times before and has learned some lessons. The sheriff said: "These two groups are very troublesome. Let them bite each other. When they are tired of biting each other, we will come out to clean up the mess and it will be done quickly."

The subordinates understood: "Now let them fight each other!"

The sheriff sipped his coffee and smiled without saying anything.

In front of the Kodak Theater, at the end of the red carpet in the tent used for waiting for admission, many guests who were about to walk on the red carpet were looking over there curiously.

The Americans are okay. After all, there have been many disturbances in the past few months and they are almost used to it.

Those filmmakers from overseas were all stunned.

The director of the Indian film "Born into Brothels", which is competing for the Best Documentary Award, is an Indian who yearns for freedom and democracy.

Watching all this happening, she said in English: "I smell the scent of freedom!"

Several people around her quickly moved away from her, fearing that her mental retardation might be contagious.

Christophe Barati, the director of The Chorus, kept shaking his head and said to the producer Gerard Junod, "I haven't been to Los Angeles for only two or three years, and I feel that the city has changed a lot. Do you think it's a bit like Paris now?"

Gerard Junod agreed: "I don't know what this city has been through, but it makes me feel like I'm in the 18th arrondissement and 93rd department of Paris."

The mastermind behind the city's further development towards freedom and democracy is now sitting in a high box, sipping the finest afternoon tea and admiring the beautiful street scenery.

Hawke was very excited and satisfied with what he saw. He could easily influence the largest gay and feminist organizations in California.

These two dogs become more useful as time goes by.

Edward picked up the bone china teapot, poured tea for Hawke, and said, "If we really have to face off, women's fists are vulnerable. They lose so quickly every time."

Hawke said: "Today, many homosexuals are fighting for equal rights, but women's rights are fighting for privileges. The general idea of ​​boxers is that they will enjoy the privileges and let others fight the difficult battles. It's okay for a group of people like this to get together and talk nonsense, but if they really face off, this result is still good."

He looked back at the intersection, where the disbanded members of the Sisters’ March were running away like headless flies. “Do you think they have privileges?”

Edward didn't quite understand: "Boss?"

Most of the people in the sister parade fled, and the remaining ones were very tactful and behaved themselves.

The homosexuals of the Matthews Association took control of the intersection, and the scene quickly quieted down.

Hawke added: "If we want to keep Los Angeles and the entire United States in turmoil, these organizations cannot dominate alone. Only when they are of similar strength and impact each other can we benefit from it."

Edward scratched his head: "It's a complicated feeling."

At the entrance of the Kodak Theater, the red carpet ceremony that was interrupted by the chaos started again. Because of the delay, the on-site conductor kept urging the guests to speed up.

To a large extent, the Matthew Syndicate and Sister Parade stole the Oscars' limelight.

The latter did not lose the battle either, as their fame grew with media coverage.

Hawke saw Tom Cruise walk alone on the red carpet and enter the Kodak Theater. He drank the tea in his cup, stood up and said, "The savior is gone."

Edward followed, and the two went downstairs and left the underground parking lot in a car.

On the road, you can still see scattered boxers leaving in a hurry. (End of this chapter)