America achieves both fame and fortune

Chapter 817 Biological Weapons

Brentwood, Los Angeles.

Music agent Scooter Braun worked until the early hours of the morning before finally being able to drift off to sleep.

Since his number one client, Justin Bieber, became famous, he has had endless work and troubles to deal with, as if his client is always making a mess and he has to clean up after him all the time.

That's not even the worst part.

Scout discovered that the young influencers he signed from YouTube years ago were becoming increasingly difficult to manage and could easily spiral out of control.

With that bastard client not around, Scout finally got a good night's sleep.

I was sound asleep when the phone rang abruptly.

Scout sat bolt upright as if from the dead, stunned for several seconds before regaining his senses. He picked up his phone, answered the call, and after a few words, practically jumped out of his skin: "What? Justin's on the front page?"

After making the call, he first turned on his computer, logged onto the TMZ website, and watched news videos.

Agents are different from celebrities. Justin Bieber thought it was just a disgusting little thing, but Scout saw the huge crisis hidden in it.

He glanced at the sky outside, which was about to brighten, and quickly dialed Justin's number, but the phone was switched off.

When I dialed the landline again, no one answered.

Scout panicked and quickly called his business partner and a friend in New York, asking them to go find Justin immediately. He then called his assistant, asking her to charter a business jet as quickly as possible.

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Manhattan, near Hudson Yards.

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

People gathered from all directions near an apartment building next to the small square.

Most of them didn't seem quite normal; many were men with men or women with women gathered together.

The most conspicuous group was the men dressed in women's clothing.

Brea took out a makeup mirror, glanced at her heavily made-up face, and then took out an eyebrow pencil to draw blue eyebrows. With her burly body and bizarre afro, she looked like a monster.

Even so, she is still more normal than Michelle, the Black man next to her.

Michelle, a Black woman, wore a white floral dress, a large gold nose ring, and white knee-high boots, looking like a cow walking upright.

There were several other black people dressed similarly, neither male nor female.

"Are you ready?" Blair asked.

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

Brya understood: "It'll be just the few of you making a move in a bit."

“I know.” Michelle looked around at her Black companions. “We are African American, gay, and transgender, and we are also feminist activists.”

In the current version, the buffs are fully stacked.

Blair gestured for Michelle to look at the people gathering on the other side: "The gay community has arrived too."

Seeing this unusual group of people gathered, pedestrians walked around them, but they didn't find it strange.

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

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

Several groups, through their behind-the-scenes supporters, secured authorization for legal gatherings overnight.

Of course, reporters and paparazzi who got the news were also present.

Bruce's van was parked nearby.

Leonardo picked up his binoculars and said, "With so many protesters, which bastard will show up?"

Martin casually said, "I just came to show you, to comfort your wounded heart."

Leonardo DiCaprio saw the cross-dressing men and said, "If each of them could go up and mess with Justin Bieber once, my heartbreak would automatically heal."

"You're too cruel, Leo." Nicholson adjusted his sunglasses and looked through the car window at the colorful, androgynous figures in the distance.

He exclaimed in admiration, "If it were really as you say, even the best proctologists in the world combined couldn't cure Justin Bieber."

Martin said, "I know a famous proctologist nicknamed Hyena."

"It looks like there's some movement," Leonardo remarked.

Martin looked in that direction too.

The protesters suddenly unfurled various signs and moved toward the apartment building.

The apartment's security personnel watched these people warily.

Some NYPD officers were shouting something to maintain basic order.

The crowd stopped moving as soon as they got a little closer.

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Inside the elevator, an exceptionally burly woman leaned against one side, her gaze sweeping over Justin, who was standing in the center.

Remembering what that bastard said in the video, this person really wanted to pick up an umbrella and stab it hard with the pointed end!

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

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

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

What happened last night has deeply hurt Justin, and he wants to heal alone.

Justin glanced up and saw the crowd gathered on the sidewalk outside, but didn't pay it any mind. He pulled up his coat hood and quickened his pace to go out.

As soon as the person went out, the previously calm scene exploded as if water had been poured into hot oil.

"Stop discrimination!"

"Equal rights!"

"Transgender people have human rights!"

Most people's slogans are relatively rational.

Amidst the shouts, Justin was somewhat bewildered, not understanding what had happened.

Those cross-dressing men are even more radical.

"Discriminators, get out of New York!"

"Scumbag!"

Justin realized that these bastards were after him.

But he didn't care or fear, as there were many NYPD officers maintaining order at the scene.

Instead of going back, Justin walked with his head held high, escorted by the apartment security guards, toward his car by the roadside.

Neither the shouts and protests nor the flashes of cameras from the surrounding reporters could stop him.

The cross-dressing woman, Breya, caught up and, just two meters away, yelled at the top of her lungs, "Scumbag, you only deserve to eat beef..."

When Justin heard these words, he was immediately reminded of the gun from last night, and he exploded.

He didn't care about any slogans, banners, or protests.

Justin turned around and gave the gaudily dressed, ugly guy two middle fingers: "Fuck!"

He shouted, "You disgusting bastards, I feel like vomiting just looking at you, get the hell out of here..."

Before he finished speaking, something seemed to fly over.

Michelle had already squeezed her way to Justin's vicinity, and from a few meters away, she tossed an egg.

The egg, which was originally thrown at Justin's mouth, veered slightly off course and hit him on the nose.

The egg broke, and the yolk dripped into Justin's mouth.

The stench of rotten eggs was so strong it made people want to vomit.

Justin not only smelled it, but also tasted it, and felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.

But Michelle and her gang, with their stacked buffs, won't let him off easily.

Four more cross-dressing Black men pulled rotten eggs from their handbags and threw them at Justin.

The two sides were too close together, and the first biological weapon caused Justin to vomit, leaving him no time to dodge.

With a series of loud cracking sounds, rotten eggs rained down on Justin's head.

Michelle kept throwing away one and then pulled out a second one.

These are specially made rotten eggs with a secret recipe, bought right at midnight!

When the second round of rotten eggs came flying, Justin turned around and ran back as fast as he could.

The stench emanating from his body, especially the stench that got into his mouth, made him vomit as he ran, bringing up all the breakfast he had just eaten.

"Stop!" The NYPD officers weren't going to back down either, shouting, "Put down those weapons!"

The shouts, protests, and reprimands created chaos.

The dedicated paparazzi reporters, of course, wouldn't miss this lucrative opportunity. Ignoring the stench, they took pictures of the protesters and Justin's disheveled escape.

From a nearby car, smelling the stench, Martin warned, "Quick, close the windows!"

Without Martin reminding him, Leonardo put down his binoculars and rolled up the car window.

Nicholson stated, "These shapeshifters in New York are more powerful than the Iraqis; they've even secretly possessed biological weapons of mass destruction!"

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

Leonardo, however, was delighted: "No wonder you and Jack love messing around with people so much; it's definitely fun!"

Nicholson summed up a life lesson: "It's always fun to mess with people."

Martin glanced over there and said, "We've had our fun, let's go."

Leonardo nodded: "Let's go back."

Bruce started the car and left Hudson Yards.

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In front of the apartment building, backup from the NYPD arrived, and the police subdued the first few people who had started the fight.

Brand and his colleagues pinned down Michelle, a Black man who resembled an upright cow.

As a white police officer, his actions were inevitably rough.

Especially when they snatched Michelle's weapon bag, the bag fell to the ground, and all the remaining rotten eggs broke.

Two white police officers each grabbed one of Michelle's arms, intending to take her to the police car.

Michelle's fake breasts had slipped down to her waistband. Struggling, she cried out, "I'm a woman! You've ruined my breasts! I'm going to sue you! Let me go! Even if you have to arrest me, get a woman here!"

Brand exchanged a glance with his colleague, and remembering the guy's identity, he couldn't help but regret why he had rushed down to control the person.

Given the current situation, we might end up with nothing but trouble instead of any credit.

Michelle was still shouting, "I'm a woman, get the policewoman here..."

These words reminded Brand, whose mind was quick and clever. He said, "How can you arbitrarily define someone's gender? We both look like men, but we're actually women; we just haven't had the surgery yet."

The higher version completely overwhelmed Michelle. Michelle was stunned for a moment, shut her mouth, and looked at Brand with slight surprise.

Once Brand saw that the person had calmed down, he didn't feel like he had done anything wrong; he was just leading the person away.

Michelle suddenly said, "Officer, thank you."

Brand was completely baffled by this, thinking to himself that this group was definitely out of their minds.

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

Being temporarily detained by the NYPD became a trivial matter.

Brand's words kept repeating in Michelle's mind—How can you just define someone else's gender like that!

The version has been upgraded.

(End of this chapter)