Chapter 348 Three Pounds and Four Ounces Want to Defect

The Cult of Universal Love retreated.

The Vegetarian Cult retreated.

Two consecutive failures within one day left Pang Shouzi at a loss, not knowing what to do next.

Throughout his life, he has carried the banner of protecting the environment and protecting animals, and has entangled a group of moral bitches. With his ability to fan the flames and exploit public emotions, he has always stood on the moral high ground and is almost invincible.

In recent years, the public has become less accepting of this, but there is never a shortage of like-minded people on the Internet. As long as there is a possibility of negative news, manufacturers will be frightened and beg for mercy and offer protection money.

With this "business" method, he has experienced various successes in recent years.

Even sometimes, when you encounter a more difficult opponent, you can at least make the other party feel embarrassed.

But this was the first time he encountered someone who didn't even have a chance to stir up trouble!

Why did all members of the Brotherhood of Love disappear?

Why do vegetarian cults go crazy collectively?

What is the truth behind the silent tears of men and women?

What really happened in the Almighty Safari?

Now Pang Shouzi's mind was filled with all kinds of sensational headlines.

Fatty Pang was still wondering, when Fatty Pang called.

"Where's your big news? I've been waiting here, why is there no news?"

Hearing his brother's urging, Pang Shouzi felt upset and said, "Don't worry, I'm still busy here!"

"By the way, you didn't cause trouble for Mr. Zhuang..." Fatty Pang said a little worried, "Stay away from Mr. Zhuang. I heard that Mr. Zhuang is sick now and is recuperating at home. You can take the opportunity to find Mr. Ke." If you want to cause trouble, come back and create some news. As long as it disrupts their name-changing ceremony tomorrow, it will be difficult for them to chase after my big circus starts and attracts customers..."

At first, Pang Shouzi felt that his brother was too pessimistic.

But now he feels that he was too optimistic.

"Okay, I understand..." Pang Shouzi hung up the phone and smoked a few cigarettes at the entrance of the zoo.

Now it is no longer just a matter of helping my brother, but now the zoo has threatened his business.

His two invincible legions had been completely wiped out.

Now, all we have to do is come up with our trump card!

Performance art god!

…

At five o'clock in the afternoon, a truck stopped at the entrance of the zoo.

More than a dozen men and women got out of the car and got busy.

They lifted various props from the car and assembled them.

"Hurry up, it's going to get dark soon. Hurry up and set it up, take photos, and post them online! You can still catch up with the crowd after dinner!" Fatty Pang urged the dozen or so people.

The men and women immediately got busy.

A man lies on a huge round plate with plastic foam vegetables. Then the man sprinkles blood red blood on himself to disguise it as food.

"Click" a photo with the text: "If it were you lying on the dinner plate..."

A young woman put on a flesh-colored bikini, sprinkled with blood plasma, lay in a huge supermarket disposable tray, and wrapped in plastic wrap...

"Click" a photo with the text: "If you were bought home from the supermarket like this..."

Sexy men and women, crowded into narrow cages, with chains tied around their necks...

"Click" a photo, "If I put you in a cage..."

A table with holes, get under the table and stick your head out of the hole, like a monkey brain...

"Click" a photo, "If someone eats your brain..."

There is a metal slaughtering rack. Two butchers are holding sharp boning knives and wearing blood-stained aprons. They are standing next to the slaughtering rack. A man with blood all over his body is hanging upside down in the middle...

Hey, wait, where is the man with blood all over his body?

"Where's Xiao Liu?" Pang Fatty pointed to the empty slaughtering rack in the middle.

"He has diarrhea today and is a little uncomfortable. He is resting at home..."

"Damn it, this slaughtering rack is the only one that works! The chain drops at the critical moment! Forget it, I'll do it myself!" Fatty Pang took off his coat and hung himself upside down.

The brutal butcher and the man hanging upside down covered in blood are very visually shocking.

"Click" a photo with the text: "If someone cuts off your flesh and blood with a knife..."

The cameraman shoots left, right, long shots, middle shots, close shots, various compositions...

A series of bloody photos were frozen.

And in every photo, don’t forget to take the zoo gate behind.

"Boss, the effect is not very good..." It was just at sunset, and we were shooting in the direction of the gate. The backlight was so strong that we couldn't capture anything.

"How about we go in and shoot? That might have better results."

"Let's go in!" Pang Fatty waved his hand and led the crowd carrying various props towards the gate of the zoo.

"Can we go in?" Pang asked the security guard, pointing to the door.

The security guard waved his hand, meaning, whatever!

"The security guard didn't care?" The performance artists with Pang Shouzi were extremely puzzled.

The security guard grinned at them and made a gesture of please.

After turning two corners along the road entering the park, they saw a bustle ahead. Various barbecue grills and prepared ingredients were placed outside the restaurant not far from Hushan.

There is also a banner hanging next to it: "Warmly congratulate the owner on his recovery from a serious illness and the opening barbecue party of the Almighty Zoo..."

Several chefs were handling ingredients with their backs turned to them, and did not see them at all.

There were faint voices coming from the opposite passage, as if someone was walking over there.

"They actually have a barbecue?" Pang Shouzi thinks it's a coincidence. When we put this set of performance art together, I think you can still grill it and eat it?

Moreover, in contrast to the barbecue party, the effect of this performance art is probably even more shocking.

"Quick, quick, let's get busy!" Several people hurriedly set up various props. The photographer waited with bated breath, waiting for everyone to arrive and capture the perfect picture.

It was getting dark now, and the sounds of people and footsteps on the opposite road were getting louder and louder. A few seconds later, two huge figures were seen walking through the passage.

"Sanjin, I want to defect!" The fallen dragon man said to Sanjin very unhappily while carrying a huge box in twos and fours.

"What?" Sanjin was startled when he heard this: "You want to run away again?"

"Humph, the owner of the village doesn't care about our feelings at all!" Si Liang fiercely placed the box in his hand next to the barbecue grill, "Knowing that we are most afraid of chicken wings, he actually asked us to wear chicken wings! What else can we say about our hands? Wear more clothes! Is having too many hands a reason to discriminate and oppress us? I want to protest! This is discriminating against us fallen dragons! We fallen dragons also have the right to be respected!"

"This...the chicken wings are quite delicious..." Sanjin said weakly.

"Hey~ Chicken wings are so scary! If you want to eat them, I won't eat them anyway!" Si Liang hummed, "The owner of the farm doesn't care about our preferences and tastes at all. I want to defect! No one can stop me!"

Sanjin was confused. Should I tie up Si Liang and hand him a certificate of surrender, or should I escape with Si Liang?

It’s so confusing!

"Wait a minute, we wrongly blamed the village owner!" Si Liang suddenly poked Sanjin and pointed at the performance artists next to him.

"Huh?" Sanjin wiped his eyes in disbelief, and then wiped again, "Am I right? The owner of the village has prepared a feast of human flesh for us!"

"Oh my god, it's so delicious!"

"There are live meats being slaughtered, fresh meat salads, and brains drenched in oil...hiss...I can't help it anymore, I can't stop drooling..."

San Jin Si Liang was so moved that tears filled his eyes: "Uu wu wu, we all wrongly blamed the owner."

"I decided to follow the owner of the village for the rest of my life!"

"Yes, the owner of the village is our beacon. If he lets us wear chicken wings in the future, I will never say anything!"

"Long live the owner!"

"Quick, quick, go try it first!" Sanjin walked to the slaughterhouse, snatched the bone-cutting knife from the frightened "butcher" next to him, and compared it with the hanging thin man Pang. .

"This one doesn't have much meat... The one next to it has more meat..." Sanjin looked at Pang Shouzi critically, and then gestured to the big and thick "butcher" next to him.

The butcher rolled his eyes and fainted with fright.

"It's good to eat some. Why are you so picky!" Si Liang pointed at Pang Shouzi and said, "This one was hung up. It probably offended the owner of the village. Eat this!"

"This piece of meat is fatter, I want to eat this piece..." Sanjin pinched Pang Shouzi's butt.

"Okay, then I will eat the next piece, this small piece..."

"Forget it, just pick off two pieces and give the rest to Xiaoguai and the others."

Pang Shouzi struggled desperately: "Help...help...help! I am a human being, not food, no, no...someone help me!"

"Why is it on the shelf if it's not food?" Sanjin grinned, "Don't struggle, I will cut it very quickly! We fallen dragons respect food very much! Or should I give you a good time first?"

"No! Don't!" Pang Shouzi looked at the bone-cutting knife with a cold light and shrank back desperately.

Before they performed this kind of performance art, they never thought that they would really become food in other people's mouths!

They would never have thought that in this vast and endless universe, there are countless creatures that don't mind treating them as food, and they don't care at all whether they have the right to be protected.

After all, there is no tenderness in the universe.

There is no need to report a tiger eating a human, right? Not to mention other creatures outside the earth.

Pang Shouzi regretted it, but it was too late...

Then he saw Sanjin's hand holding up the knife and dropping it with a pop, blood splattering everywhere...

Pang Shouzi screamed.

Mom, I will never do performance art again!

…

A police car appeared at the gate of the zoo with its lights flashing.

Director Jia got out of the car and said, "Hey, didn't someone call the police just now and say that someone was doing bloody and terrifying performance art here? Where are the people?"

Director Jia was angry. After a busy day, he was about to get off work, and this happened again.

Can’t these people live well? Why do you have to look for trouble?

Before they finished speaking, they saw a group of people rushing out of the zoo with howls and cries.

"There's... there's a monster!"

"Police uncle, help!"