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Chapter 567



Chapter 567

Chapter 567

Fatty Mo trembled, raised his limp fingers, and slid the roller.

Two pictures popped up:

One is the Colosseum, the other is the burning of black slaves...

I really think that death is not fast enough, who is hurting me?

Fatty Mo clearly remembered that he went to bed at ten o'clock last night.

Moreover, he has a good habit——

Never sleepwalk!

How is it possible to tweet in the middle of the night?

Suddenly, he remembered something, and he went crazy and logged into blogs, Facebook, and all other social media.

Without exception, all were updated with the same content at the same time.

Fatty Mo wiped his face.

It was covered in cold sweat.

Now, I'm afraid I'm already a street mouse, right?

Just now, the browser's automatic pop-up window pushes the news, the headline is Mo Fatty Ben Fat!

Fatty Mo leaned against the tire and collapsed to the ground.

Trembling again, he opened the official website of the Houston Rockets.

The most eye-catching place is a line of big characters that comes into view:

"The Houston Rockets are sworn to death with all racists!"

The second eye-catching is the letter of apology from the team owner Alexander.

Fatty Mo had an ominous premonition.

He clicked on the "Apology Letter".

The first line, without any pretense, cuts to the chase:

The Houston Rockets have fired the deputy general manager Darrell Morey who was suspected of racial discrimination. All his remarks only represent himself and have nothing to do with the team...

The notebook slipped from Fatty Mo's hand and fell to the side.

Fatty Mo's eyes were dull, and he murmured:

"Alexander, I'll leave your mother..."

I have to say that Alexander did a great job of breaking his wrist!

The situation is better than people.

Racial discrimination is the high-voltage wire of Mi Li's family, and no one can touch it at any time!

Freedom of speech, basic human rights, and equality of all beings, as long as it involves racial discrimination (in Mi Li's house, it refers to discrimination against black people), all must stand aside.

At this time, the entire media is condemning Darrell Morey and the Houston Rockets.

What can Alexander do?

He is a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, and it is difficult to protect himself.

Why don't you hurry up and draw a line with this poisonous fat man?

Daryl Morey is on fire.

His name is associated with all negative words such as devil, soul, abnormal, etc., and it appears in various media...

new york daily news

There are really all kinds of forests when the birds are big!

Has the world gone back 200 years, or has humanity fallen?

There are still people who are trying to restore black slavery and want to execute black people at will. Is this Darrell Morey a ghost crawling out of hell?

"Associated Press"

The country's work against racial discrimination is urgent, and a small group of social dregs are destroying the overall stability and unity of Mi Li's family.

The general manager of the Houston Rockets --

It is the representative of this small group of people.

He should be arrested by the FBI, should be punished by law, and should be put in prison!

"ABC"

Daryl Morey's professional background is business rather than basketball. It is very problematic for the Rockets to invite this demon to be the head!

Whether Alexander, the owner of the Houston Rockets, was behind the scenes is up for debate.

After all, firing the experienced Dawson and replacing him with an outsider who has never worked as a player, coach, scout or manager is too weird!

The Boston Celtics issued an apology before the Houston Rockets:

We regret to have worked with a racist monster for over four years.

This is a mistake of the team management. We sincerely apologize to the fans, and we will review our team again and eliminate all racial discrimination factors!

No wonder Alexander was in a hurry to dismiss Fatty Mo.

He has been roasted by "ABC" and the Celtics!

After watching the news, as a scum who is good at mathematics and analysis, Fatty Mo slowly calmed down.

After a moment of daze, I dialed the lawyer's phone number:

"Mr. Robert, help me, I was framed..."

Fatty Mo swears to the sky that he didn't post any information last night, the computer must have been hacked, some hacker is trying to frame the kind-hearted Fatty Mo.

The lawyer repeatedly confirmed that Fatty Mo was crying bitterly.

Finally, Mr. Lawyer gave his own suggestion:

Since you didn't do it, then call the police, I believe the truth will be revealed soon!

Fatty Mo hung up the phone.

After hesitating for a while, he deleted the contents of a hidden folder.

The file is relatively large, and the suffix is:

AVI, RM, RMVB, WMV, MP4, 3GP, MKV...

In the end, Fatty Mo stared at the recycle bin with great nostalgia. After thinking about it for 3 minutes, he chose "Empty Recycle Bin".

That's when I called 911:

"Hi, I suspect the computer has been hacked. Well, this is Darrell Morey..."

The response speed of the Houston Police Department is really fast.

In less than 8 minutes, a police car roared in and took Fatty Mo and his laptop away.

It's not even 2008 yet, and people aren't very security conscious about their laptops.

After all, the average Muggle thinks that "emptying the trash" is the answer.

Fatty Mo was leisurely filling out the records at the police station.

On the form, he recalled his actions last night in detail, including what brand of milk he drank before going to bed, what kind of dream he had, and what kind of alarm clock woke him up...

I believe that with the current technological strength, he will be able to go home soon!

At that time, he, Daryl Morey, will hold a huge press conference, and he must clean up the pot of shit that the hackers have held on his head!

However, Fatty Mo miscalculated again.

His memoirs were finished, and the police and laptop never came back.

It was getting dark, and the person he was waiting for hadn't come yet.

Until it was completely dark, Fatty Mo's stomach was already flattened by hunger, and he fell asleep on the table.

At this time, a group of people broke in.

Fatty Mo raised his head and rubbed his sleepy eyes.

A sullen man held a certificate and flashed it in front of his eyes:

FBI!

Fatty Mo trembled.

That ominous premonition is getting stronger and stronger!

"Darrell Morey, you are suspected of endangering national security. You, arrested! You have the right to remain silent, but every word you say will become evidence in court..."

It was as if a grenade had exploded in Fatty Mo's mind. It was as if a flash bomb had exploded in front of his eyes. The whole world was spinning and slowing down. He didn't know how he was taken away, and he forgot to notify the lawyer!

Several policemen followed.

One of them scratched his head and said:

"There is no hacker intrusion, the social media is posted by himself, and the FBI's confidential files are still stored in the computer. Why did he call the police and send his head from thousands of miles away?"

Another laughed:

"Maybe, he felt that he couldn't hide it, so he simply surrendered himself and asked for a leniency?"

The previous one taunted:

"He stole the FBI's confidential files and wants to deal with them leniently. This fat man has a big heart!"

The policeman who took the transcript threw over Fatty Mo's transcript and said dissatisfiedly:

"Fart, this kid didn't turn himself in at all!"

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