C2521 smelly skin bag under the garment

Normally speaking, this accident should have ended here, but he never would have thought that this Countess would have a little mental illness.

What is it? There was a very serious obsession with cleanliness!

She could endure the pain of losing money, but she definitely could not endure such a dirty insult. Spitting out mouthfuls of phlegm onto her body, her emotions quickly collapsed.

Ah … The old woman screamed and jumped up from the ground. She waved her arms with all her might, trying to get rid of all the spit and saliva that was flying towards her.

"Why are you doing this to me? I didn't do anything wrong. Your brother died in the marble workshop due to a short lifespan, and I haven't held him accountable yet, yet you came to find me! "

"It was because of him that my most precious marble sculpture was tainted with dirty blood. As a result, when the customer asked for a refund, I lost more than a thousand francs! I am the one who was wronged, alright? Why do you have to insult me like this? "

The old woman who was surrounded by the crowd was screaming as she waved her arms on the spot. From afar, she looked like a mantis that had gone crazy.

These words immediately ignited the anger in the surrounding people, causing them to immediately become irritable, "What did you say? Our brother is dead, and you still want to hold us accountable? "

"In your eyes, is a human life worth more than one of your statues?"

"You venomous snake from the Infernal Realm actually dared to say that my brother's blood is dirty! I'll kill you! " At this time, the angry crowd swarmed over and was about to kill.

"Everyone stop! Everyone stop! If this woman were to die here today, all of you will be expelled from the labor union.

"Calm down, calm down, calm down!"

A circular human wall formed by seven union leaders and Organizer holding hands protected Countess and her followers.

At this moment, these leaders were relying on their usual prestige to completely block off the furious crowd!

However, the surrounding people had already fallen into an irrational frenzy. In group events, the individual's reason is often very weak, most people's choice will form a kind of conformity psychology with great power.

Some of the people in the crowd shouted loudly, "We can avoid killing her, but we have to take out our anger, what right do you have to say that our working class's blood is dirty?"

"What's the difference between those people and us? Even if you wear 10,000 francs worth of fine clothes, you will still be wrapped in your own stinky skin! And your souls are ten thousand times more lowly than ours! "

"That's right!" Take off her clothes! Throw her out on the street! Let people see the true face of this old woman, this ugly woman! "

The crazy workers rushed through the walls of Organizer and surrounded the old lady.

People reached out and grabbed her hair and tore her clothes apart. Someone pulled a knife from her pocket and even began to shave the woman's hair and eyebrows.

Sizzle … Sizzle … The luxurious clothing was torn into pieces, the old woman covered her body with her hands, but he couldn't handle the crowd.

Her hair was cut off even her eyebrows, piece by piece like a demon's.

In less than three minutes, the old woman had been completely stripped away from the crowd. She had been thrown onto the street and had been mocked by everyone.

"Hahaha!" Is this how a noble looks like? Who do you think you are without that luxurious outfit? Look at those spots and wrinkles on your body, you're even uglier than the pigs in the pigsty! "

Hahaha! The crowd immediately burst into laughter! He discovered that humiliating these noble women was more satisfying than directly killing them.

The few union leaders were so angry that their faces had turned ashen. They took off their suits, threw them at the women, and then chased the workers away. The Cemetery of the Godfather is our destination! Our goal is to demonstrate our strength, not to compete with these women here! "

"The farce should be over. Let's hurry up and set off. Don't linger here, let's set off immediately!"

The procession returned to order and continued forward. The union Leader s sighed in relief at each other. No matter what, there was no bloodshed.

However, none of them expected that within the crowd of demonstrators, there would be a few figures that would coldly stare at the scene before them.

A common worker wearing a peaked cap said to his fellow worker in the lowest voice, "Have you given the order yet?" That was a very good opportunity to strike just now! "

"Wait, wait! "I saw it just now. There are no marks on the wall around the corner. The password has not been passed down yet. We can't act rashly!"

As he was speaking, the worker's eyes suddenly lit up. He noticed that there was a simple three-storey building to the left of the street. There, on the first floor of the building, there were a few simple geometric symbols written in red chalk.

The symbol was very small, so ordinary people wouldn't notice it at all. Even if they did, they would think it was just a child's graffiti. However, in the eyes of these workers, this symbol was extremely important.

That peaked cap man could not hold back his excitement as he said in a low voice, "The order is finally here. 'Color Action' will now officially begin!"

It was not only this demonstration team that received the order to move, all the hidden enemies in the entire Street in Paris had also received the order to move out!

The peaked cap and the other four workers took advantage of the unforeseen situation and stealthily moved towards the sides and tail of the procession. Gradually, they began to break away from the main body and rapidly walked towards the end of the line.

At this time, the Countess who had been stripped naked was still sitting on the ground crying loudly. His butler and coachman were carefully supporting her.

"Madam, the carriage has been smashed. We can only walk back. I'll go to the roadside store to buy some clothes for you. Don't cry, let's quickly leave this damned place!"

At this moment! All of a sudden, the five workers who had left the main group broke off wooden sticks from the fences of the houses on both sides of the road.

"Blood will be repaid in blood!" You murderer! "Beat him to death."

The peaked cap man shouted and led his four lackeys to charge forward with large strides! The wooden stick in his hand smashed down viciously.

"AHH!" The old woman's screams were mixed in with the sounds of the wooden stick swinging and slamming against her body!

The arms of the five workers were as thick as the thighs of an average person! The wooden stick swung in a circle, making a whistling sound in the air.

Bam, bam, bam. She had only hit the wooden stick three or four times before it was broken. The old woman's head was covered in blood, and even the butler and the coachman were knocked to the ground!

The peaked cap man threw away half of the wooden stick and smashed his fist down on Ji Hao's face.

"I told you not to treat us workers as people! I'll make you vampires! "I'll kill you all …"

Her punches and kicks struck Countess, her maids, her butler and her coachman all fell into a pool of blood, unable to retaliate at all. At this point, a siren sounded and a group of Parisian police officers rushed out from the alley. They swung their batons and rushed forward.

"Stop! "All of you, stop!"