At this time, at the Stadium in the Bay of China, Feng Yiping neither could end up nor insisted on going on stage. He only felt the bloody and fire-like craze next to the stage.

San Francisco Mayor Newsom began his speech amid the clamor that the audience could not suppress, "San Francisco, I am very happy to usher in such a moment..."

In his speech, he added a paragraph, "What happened in London and Paris did not help them (the guys who defected to India). The message they wanted to convey was blocked. I encourage people to express their opinions with dignity, but I feel disgusted with the behavior of robbing the torch from a wheelchair."

The audience burst into enthusiasm for shouts.

At this time in Union Square, Richard Kiel also saw what was going on in the square. A group of guys who seemed to be not ordinary people were gathering in the square, just opposite their stage.

The reason why they are not normal people at first glance is that there are not many normal people in that group.

The most numerous ones, in wheelchairs, and the rest, were several exposed palms, which looked obviously different from ordinary people, and they were obviously prosthetics.

Not to mention, there are a few conspicuous blade warriors - people who are equipped with prosthetic limbs commonly known as "blade".

It is certain that they would wear trousers and put shoes on prosthetics, but now they just exposed that part.

And that is the few who have healthy limbs and more or less can still see unnatural parts on their faces.

Some people who have fake eyes have more of various scars - it looks like scars that cannot be eliminated after multiple plastic surgery.

Such a large group of such people gather together, naturally they can tell their identities at a glance: they are a group of veterans who have experienced the wars in Afghanistan or Iraq.

Richard Kiel frowned. He didn't know how these guys who might have been in the veterans' shelter yesterday or wandered in the city and didn't know that corner would choose to gather here at this time. He only knew that these guys must not be here to support him.

Because he was standing aside, but none of those people looked at him directly.

They looked at the other people on the field, and they also looked squinting, and they understood it clearly, as if they were looking at a group of monkeys.

If you can't understand it, it doesn't matter, because they said it clearly, "Look, the one on the other..." "The one on the other..."

Those monkeys present, oh no, those guys can naturally understand English, but these people who can do cruel or even kill their compatriots will have no way to deal with such a group of people who are not good at all.

They looked at the ridicule in each other's eyes and the merciless sneering, but they only dared not speak out, and took the initiative to stay away from the group of people, which was equivalent to taking the initiative to give up a large piece of the venue.

This left Richard Kiel...without any help.

What made him even more uneasy was that there were still people like this who arrived one after another.

When he first came to see it, there were only three people who came. Now they have at least doubled, and there is no sign of slowing down.

Richard Kiel looked at these guys who were very neat and clean, and many people saw that even their hair had been cleaned up, and they were very sure that they should be organized.

Because when these guys walked past him, the smell on their bodies was the same. After so many people left the army, how likely was it to choose the same brand of soap and shampoo?

He frowned and looked at the police officers around him, and ordered his assistants to "ask the police to check their permit documents,"

Because at this time today, they are the organizations that are allowed to gather here.

Soon, two policemen walked over, and one of them came back soon and told Richard Kiel and the others that the person in charge of the veterans' rally had not arrived yet, so the relevant documents would have to be seen after a while.

Such a simple excuse really made Richard Kiel laugh out loud, "There must be a record, isn't it?"

"Everyone, including our director, is on the street and there is no way to verify it,"

Richard Kill suppressed his urge to swear.
Chapter completed!