Elmano's face turned bright red, as if he had been subjected to endless humiliation once again.

My tolerance for Wang Yueheng on stage has reached its limit.

As a racist, he has always been a severe racial slur.

How can we tolerate a singer from China openly promoting a country with yellow skin on stage?

And he even made such a provocative gesture to me in public!

"FUCK! FUCK!"

"Damn it, you all deserve to die!"

"This is American territory, all of you get out!"

As if stimulated by something, Elmano suddenly jumped up from his chair.

He roared at the stage in a fit of rage.

At the same time, he was so angry that he wanted to rush over.

He wanted to kick Wang Yueheng, who kept challenging his bottom line on stage, to the ground.

at the same time.

Elmano inexplicably felt something being slipped into his hand from behind.

It seemed as if a demonic voice was swirling in his ears:

"Go! Follow your heart and take care of him!"

Elmano subconsciously raised his hand to take a look.

It was none other than a Glock 17 pistol, a common sight in the United States!

"gun! gun!"

He has a gun!

Just then, the quick-thinking Secret Service security personnel immediately noticed Elmano's suddenly raised pistol.

Several bodyguards immediately pounced on Trimp, who was still in shock.

"No, this isn't me..."

Hearing the panicked shouts of the Secret Service agents nearby, Elmano quickly turned around to explain.

Unfortunately, the gun in his hand was pointed at Trimp's position.

"Shoot! He's armed!"

"Protect Mr. Trimp!"...

Upon seeing this, several Secret Service agents quickly raised their automatic rifles and aimed them at Elmano, forming a human wall to block Trimp.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

Upon seeing this, the sniper, who had been waiting at the highest point of the auditorium, immediately turned his gun around.

He fired three shots at Elmano, who was standing below the stage waving a pistol.

"Plop"

After the gunshot, Elmano, who had no time to beg for mercy, stared wide-eyed and fell to the ground without uttering a sound.

There was also an inconspicuous blood hole on his forehead.

A large pool of blood quickly appeared on the back of his head.

"Professor!"

"Help him!"

Upon seeing this, Kishimoto Tetsuji, who had finally regained his ability to move, immediately got up and rushed to his mentor.

They attempted to provide first aid to the white professor who had been shot.

"Get out of the way!"

"Get out of the way! Or we'll shoot!"

Upon seeing this, the Secret Service bodyguard standing behind Kishimoto Tetsuji raised his rifle and shouted loudly.

"No, no, Professor! Professor Elmano!"

However, Kishimoto Tetsuji was in tears, constantly calling out Elmano's name.

"Bang bang~"

The pistol left behind by Elmano was now within arm's reach of Kishimoto Tetsuji.

A Secret Service bodyguard immediately fired two shots at Tetsuji Kishimoto's back.

The crisp, loud gunshot immediately drew screams from the students in the auditorium.

"ah--"

Kishimoto Tetsuji screamed in agony as his broken spine caused him to collapse into a pool of blood.

"Call an ambulance immediately!"

"Contact 911 headquarters!"

"Gunfight at California Institute of Technology! Need backup!"

The auditorium, where the performance had just ended, was thrown into chaos.

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Note: In 2006, Mr. Andy Lau was arranged by his company to perform in Japan. The organizer asked him to communicate with the audience in Japanese and sing Japanese songs. Andy Lau refused and chose to speak Mandarin throughout the performance. He also sang the song "Chinese" on the spot.