Juan watched Solin's video and saw dense security guards all over the street.

He controlled Thorin's anti-gravity camera to fly high, and then saw these uniformed people crowding the section of Central Avenue in front of him, at least tens of thousands of them.

"I'm going, have the security guards from Feileng Cui Planet arrived?"

Fortunately, they were not here to stop Juan's men, otherwise 1,000 dwarves would have been captured in minutes.

These security guards were on strike and marching. They were holding various slogans and marching slowly. They were organized by people from the guild, so the order was pretty good.

Juan directed the camera to circle around a small circle and saw some slogans:

"The blue vest has something to say!"

"Act 1 act 1!"

“The security guard is not a scapegoat!”

"Salary increase! Salary increase!"

"We need to rest!"

…

At this time, Thorin asked in a panic: "Führer, what should we do? Your original plan of rushing directly to the Falang Party headquarters cannot be implemented at all! We can't defeat them!"

If you can't beat it, join!

Brother Fran's teachings flashed through Juan's mind.

He had a new idea.

He ordered: "Thorin, return to the interstellar port and find a way to get some placards. We will also join the parade!"

"We are not security guards? How can we join?"

Juan scolded angrily: "Elmhead! Can't you just think of yourself as a police dog?! Just do what I tell you!"

Thorin stood at attention: "Understood! Sir!"

The dwarves returned to the interstellar port with a huff.

They met Captain Solo and Bernard, who were temporarily out of work. The two were teasing the customer service girls at the Starport.

With the previous rose foundation, the girls were very enthusiastic about Captain Solo and Bernard.

Juan connected the communication between the two people and said: "The plan has not kept up with the changes, and now we are going on strike!"

"What, a strike?" "Whose job is the strike?"

Juan said: "Of course you are not going to strike my job. Solo, Bernard, you guys try to help the dwarves get some placards."

This task was completed by Bernard in three minutes.

The enthusiastic interstellar customer service girls took out a large number of placards:

"We usually use it for strikes, but I don't know if it's suitable for you to use?"

Juan had heard that the Feilengcui people liked to go on strike, which he had always regarded as a joke, but he never expected that they were actually always ready to go on strike.

He said: "It's appropriate. Any placard will do. It's just a prop anyway. Besides, most dwarves don't understand human writing, so it doesn't matter what they raise."

So, the reorganized dwarves left the interstellar port again.

They held their heads high and held placards:

“I’m against having to wear miniskirts at work!”

“I’m against having to wear pantyhose to work!”

“I am against having to wear high heels to work!”

"We are not sluts!"

"I'm on my period and I want to rest!"

…

The dwarves spread out, squeezed into the security parade, and moved forward together.

People from the security guild came over to ask, and a dwarf who knew human language came forward and answered:

"I feel the same, so I support you with actions!"

"Very good!" The member of the Security Association was very happy and said, "The more support there is, the greater the momentum will be!"

He then shouted to the security guards: "We have support!"

The security guards chanted: "Hoo ha!"

He shouted again: "We will never give up until we achieve our goal!"

"Huha!"

He shouted again: "The strike is justified!"

"Huha!"

The dwarves were excited by the aura of the striking security guards, and started shouting "huhahuha" together.

There were reporters taking photos around.

There were also men in black wearing sunglasses mixed in with the crowd. They noticed the dwarves and reported something using their "band-aid intercoms".

These men in black all wear vulture badges on their collars, and their style is similar to that of agents from the Alliance Bureau of Investigation. At first glance, they are agents from the Central Intelligence Agency.

They thought they were hiding well, but they didn't realize that the people deliberately distanced themselves from them.

A dwarf who was made up to look like Brother Fran was walking around in the parade under the cover of other dwarves.

The people in black became obviously nervous.

A man in black, who seemed to be a small boss, put his hand into his suit and seemed to be holding an energy gun under his armpit.

But the little leader didn't dare to pull out his gun until he was sweating.

Juan noticed the man in black through the camera. Judging from the man's mouth, he seemed to be saying: "Asking for support! Requesting support!"

After that, the parade continued to move forward and passed by the Arc de Triomphe.

Juan noticed that the number of black people on the roadside had increased significantly.

The CIA agents who received reinforcements became bolder.

Some men in black rushed into the parade and tried to pull the dwarves out.

The physical conflict caused commotion in the parade.

A security guard stopped him and said, "Hey, what are you doing!"

The spy said arrogantly as always: "The Central Intelligence Agency is working, and the rest are waiting to disperse!"

But he was yelling at the security guard.

The security guard retorted: "Why don't you retreat?"

The spy cursed: "Damn it, believe it or not, I arrested you!"

The security guard was furious: "Why do you arrest me?"

"Does the CIA need a reason to arrest someone? If it doesn't look good to you, it will arrest you!"

The security guard was furious: "I don't believe it anymore. If you have the guts to touch me, try it!"

The spy took out the handcuffs and handcuffed the security guard's hands.

The security guards nearby shouted: "This bastard is causing trouble! Catch him!"

People from the security association came over to dissuade them: "Everyone, calm down! We want a civilized strike!"

An angry security guard yelled: "Civility is nothing! Wait until I catch this bastard and then strike in a civilized manner!"

He took out the handcuffs and handcuffed the spies' hands.

The spy shouted: "Brothers! Come and help me!"

The men in black on the side shouted "Come on, come on", and they all rushed over.

The security guard who was handcuffed before raised his hands, showed the handcuffs in the light, and shouted:

"Brothers! Which one is intolerable?"

The security guards around were shouting: "He's being arrested! He's being arrested!"

The few dwarves squeezed in the middle of the crowd couldn't understand what the humans were saying.

But before they came out, they all received a death order from General Solo: "It would be better to be beaten to death than to hurt anyone!"

These dwarves, who did not dare to disobey the order, watched the crowd pushing and shoving, their movements getting louder and louder.

They don't dare to do anything to humans, not even push them.

They had no choice but to crawl out on all fours, through the gaps between the crowd's legs and feet, or under their crotches.

I don’t know how many times I was stepped on along the way.
To be continued...