Writing Web Novels In America-Chapter 207 - 205 Chaos (2)

"Whistle? Where is that whistle coming from!" a police officer loudly asked his colleagues.

Meanwhile, other quicker-responding officers rapidly gathered around Ewing to prevent any extreme actions from the onlookers.

"fuck!" the chief of police shouted into his walkie-talkie, "In front of NASDAQ, requesting police backup!"

"If we let ’New York Pride’ get hurt in front of all the media in the United States, let alone the world, we’d all be finished!"

Surrounded by police, the famous Knicks star, Ewing, quickly calmed down after the initial panic.

Looking around at the many young people wearing NBA jerseys, he thought to himself, "Even though I haven’t won several championship rings like Jordan and Olajuwon, I’m still beloved in this city."

Ewing, holding a torch in one hand and trying to push away the police with the other, said, "It’s okay, let me talk to them."

"No, Mr. Ewing," the chief of police attempted to stop him, "We have intel that people are trying to start a riot in the Bronx District."

"They might have slipped into Manhattan now."

"The Bronx District?" Ewing questioned back, "You mean my brethren?"

"Uh..."

The chief, looking up at the famous African center standing over two meters tall, was momentarily at a loss for words.

But Ewing didn’t pay him any attention and, pushing past the officers, strode towards the spectators.

"Quick!" the chief commanded his subordinates, rushing after Ewing, "We must protect Mr. Ewing!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, don’t crowd!" Ewing shouted, "I am Patrick Ewing!"

"Please listen to me, no crowding!"

"We can’t let the world think that New York is unruly and disorderly."

The chief, reaching Ewing, held a taser in one hand and shielded Ewing with the other.

"Hmm? This many people gathering, this level of chaos, is much lower than if the police were to maintain order."

"Is it because of Ewing’s high esteem, or because American police are not so popular?"

Looking around at the crowd, Ewing nodded in satisfaction.

"These people are indeed fans, not rioters."

"Look at how quickly they’re retreating, almost as fast as they rushed here."

"Uh... no, wait," Ewing’s face showed confusion, "they’re retreating even faster!"

"Chief!" a young police officer shouted, "Look at the entrance to NASDAQ, that’s the center of the riot!"

"NASDAQ..." The chief was momentarily relieved, then tensed up again.

"The impact there could be more severe than disrupting the torch relay!"

"You have to know that a large portion of the Manhattan police department’s donations come from there!"

He strained to look in that direction.

He saw about two-thirds of the crowd sprinting that way while starting to strip off their jerseys.

What is going on?

The officers, the chief, and Ewing paused for a moment and then looked at each other.

And the NASDAQ security personnel had the same expressions on their faces.

"holy shit!" the head of security, watching a group of people running toward him while stripping off their clothes.

The first thought that flashed through his mind was what had recently been mentioned on TV as "human boom."

"fuck! No wonder NASDAQ security officers are highly paid and even have personal accident insurance."

"My insurance amount, isn’t it 1 million US Dollars?"

"Never mind... With this money, my kids won’t have to work hard during college!"

"Come with me!" the head of security, quickly weighing his options, rushed in the opposite direction of the crowd!

Watching the back of the head of security, Wang Jian, who was just startled, finally snapped back to reality.

He grabbed Sarah’s hand and quickly hid behind Lehman.

Meanwhile, he shouted at Tom, Dorsey, and others, "Quick, move back!"

Watching the other two couples awkwardly reach his side.

Wang Jian murmured to himself in confusion, "We... didn’t do anything influential enough to cause this, right?"

"Hmph!" Tom glanced at Lehman, speaking in an unpleasant tone, "We didn’t, but that doesn’t mean Wall Street didn’t."

"They must have bought some factories again, laid off the workers, and sold the land to real estate companies."

"Yeah!" Dorsey sarcastically chimed in, "Being dragged down by Wall Street on our big day..."

"Thank you so much, Mr. Lehman!"

"Recently," Lehman said uncertainly, "we shouldn’t have..."

He looked around, then suddenly turned back, "Shit! Why are you all hiding behind me!"

"I thought I heard someone shouting ’Wang’?" the representative from Morgan Stanley also retreated from the front.

"Damn!" Tom burst out, "We only manipulated public opinion on Twitter a bit, there’s no way it would cause so many people to harbor such intense hatred!"

"Right!" Wang Jian nodded in agreement.

Manipulating public opinion, which media hasn’t done that?

At this moment, the rushing crowd had already taken off their NBA jerseys.

"Why does this scene... feel so familiar?" Dorsey muttered softly.

Then, these people pulled up their T-shirts, mimicking the celebration after entering the NBA court.

"That is..." Wang Jian’s eyes widened as he looked at the pattern on the T-shirts.

"Vampires, Werewolves, and Demons?"

His mind suddenly recalled the messages on Twitter.

"I can’t be there in person, but I wish you all the best!"

"Too much cash might not be available right away, but a few hundred thousand dollars should be no problem."

"Fuck..." Wang Jian’s expression became incredibly vivid, "Are there really people this rich and this idle?"

The actions of the crowd then confirmed his guess!

"We protest ABC for cutting a lot of content from ’Anomalies and Creatures’!"

"Wang, we will always support you!"

After a round of orderly shouting, the scene became noisy again.

What with "HIV protection organization," "Animal Protection Organization," and so on, shouting continuously.

"Not a suicide bomber?" the head of security looked back confusedly.

Meanwhile, in NASDAQ, traders disturbed by the noise also turned their gaze towards Wang Jian.

"Is it really... us?" Tom looked at the crowd and then at Wang Jian, murmuring incredulously.

"From the moment they began stripping," Dorsey’s gaze also turned slightly vacant, "I should have thought of it."

"Wang..." Lehman swallowed, lightly patting Wang Jian’s shoulder, "Maybe you should go out and talk to these people?"

"Mother-fucker!" Wang Jian stared at the crowd of thousands, "Why do I always end up in situations like this!"

Outside, an African American guy noticed that other organizations’ noises were louder than that of the "African American Rights" organization.

He glanced at the "Demon" pattern on his body, thought for a few minutes, then suddenly turned back and looked towards the basketball star Patrick Ewing.

"He’s a nigger too, he should support us!"

Then, the African American guy turned and ran towards Ewing.

At this moment, Ewing, protected by the police, was staring blankly at the crowd.

The ultimate questions flooded the basketball star’s mind, "Who am I, where am I, and what am I supposed to do?"

"Mr. Ewing, do you support the ’African American Rights Movement’?" suddenly a voice came.

"Of course." Ewing responded reflexively, then saw the African American stopped by the police.

"Then please join us in protesting ABC’s discrimination!" the African American shouted loudly.

"Discrimination?"

Everyone, including Ewing, suddenly tensed up.

"Tell me exactly what happened," Ewing waved towards the young man.

Meanwhile, NBC’s reporter, looking at the sudden development, was a bit stunned.

What kind of unfolding is this?

It wasn’t until a staff member tapped the reporter.

He snapped out of his daze and hurriedly gestured to the cameraman to capture Ewing.

"These shots absolutely cannot be close-ups!" the reporter screamed internally, "This isn’t defamation; it’s practically commendation!"

"Alas, the Pulitzer Prize seems out of reach; I’ll have to settle for covering it live," he tried to calm his voice, "As for defaming, it’ll have to be in post-production."

"Ha, the citizens of New York are really welcoming Ewing, so much that it has sparked a small riot."

"But Mr. Ewing is handling it very appropriately; he’s actively trying to calm down a young African man!"

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