Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

MI5.

The most legendary spy agency in Britain and even the world was established in 1905.

For people from all over the world, this intelligence agency is far less famous than his younger cousin, MI6, and part of the reason is due to the strong cultural output of the 007 series that swept the world, and the other part is because It comes down to the terms of reference of the two departments.

MI6 is responsible for foreign affairs, and MI6 is responsible for domestic affairs.

Together with the British Communications Headquarters, these two departments form the trident of British intelligence.

And now, senior MI5 officials, with a group of well-trained and experienced corpse collection teams, have come to the den of the traffickers to deal with the **** killing fields.

"They look very skilled," Kant said. "It must have been done many times."

Qin Mengjin only replied with a um.

The intelligence team over there must be very busy, eager to report to the superior and receive consultation, because this discovery is extremely important not only for Kant, but also for the country.

—The superhumans in the UK are frantically killing ordinary people, and their intelligence department knows all about it, and they are familiar with collecting the corpses. This major discovery is enough to adjust the country’s assessment of the British supernormal policy, and it will become a A huge handle.

Self-proclaimed to be the birthplace of modern civilization, free spirit and democratic politics, indulging in the glory of the past every day, with an arrogant and conceited mentality towards the whole world, every day following American father to point fingers at the world, chanting human rights and freedom, What about now?

The traffickers are tortured without trial, and even the victims are killed. The government departments are well aware of this. They not only do not prosecute and investigate the perpetrators, but also cover up for the other party. Once this kind of thing is exposed, it will cause The shock and waves are enough to overturn this government.

After all, it was in the capital, and nearly a hundred lives were all murdered, and it was a crime committed by the extraordinary.

"Unbelievable."

Kant calmed down and said in a low voice: "Such a cruel and cruel killing, the British intelligence agency actually covered it up, and may even be involved in it... Incredible, there is an unreal feeling, I thought this kind of plot would only appear In movies and novels that make fun of the black government."

"Not surprising."

Qin Mengjin replied: "MI5 is notorious in the UK. In 2018, the British government had to publicly admit a fact - starting in the 1990s, over a period of 30 years, MI5 grants legal immunity to their informants and agents to commit murder, torture, sexual assault and other felonies within the UK as long as they feel it is in the public interest."

"And earlier, MI6 was allowed to commit crimes abroad."

"Tortures terrorists, collects citizens' personal information, wiretap citizens' phones, assists the United States in arresting suspects, tortures confessions for evidence, tortures prisoners... These are all things MI5 has done, and only a small part of it is exposed to the public. Eye-opening, eh?"

"To borrow a sentence from the Internet, reality is far more magical than fiction."

Qin Meizi said calmly: "Westerners have very little imagination and can't fabricate lifelike things out of thin air. Their accusations of slandering us are all things they have done or are doing."

"I've heard of it."

Kant held his mobile phone, looked at the busy crowd below, and said lightly: "They said that we forced the locals to work as slave labor in the cotton garden in Xinjiang. The proof is that we gave them watermelon."

"Now we can let them shoot themselves in the foot."

Qin Mengjin on the other end of the phone seemed to have received some instructions, and then said: "Comrade Kant, since we have clearly learned that the British government is involved, we can use diplomatic means to solve this problem, if you have a way to record a clear video information, we can put pressure on the arrogant British to force them to return Miss An Youyi and Yu Luna."

Kant's eyes flickered, and he said solemnly: "No."

The domestic Qin Mengjin closed his eyes, and the other intelligence officers who were listening to the conversation also patted their heads. Kant had his own ideas, and they did not have much intervention.

That's the most annoying thing.

Because countries and individuals think differently.

For the state power, diplomacy of power is usually the best solution to solve problems. There is nothing that cannot be discussed. If there is, then talk about it with some muscles. After all, for the head of the country, the government is inefficient and inefficient Consumption is the eternal pursuit.

What can be done at the negotiating table, why fight and kill? What a peaceful atmosphere.

"There is no 100% guarantee that the British government will obey, and even if it can be ensured, there is no guarantee that the British government will have absolute control over the organization that kidnapped An Youyi, and will allow them to obediently befriend people."

Kant replied: "So, instead of forcing and putting pressure on the British, I'd rather spend a little more time and rescue people myself... This is the safest way."

In China, a gray-haired general put down his earphones and frowned, "Why is he so suspicious? I don't think Zhuge Liang is as cautious as him."

The person sitting next to him was recording things on the paper, and hearing the words replied: "This is a relatively important discovery. Generally speaking, excessive suspicion and vigilance are not innate, even if they are naturally suspicious, they are not. There will be such a meticulous and practical way of thinking...Most of the personality and temperament are developed from acquired experience, that is to say, he..."

"I'll videotape what they're talking about."

Kant said to Qin Mengjin: "I will provide them to you, and hope that the country can analyze and deduce the intelligence information contained in it and give me feedback, but I ask you not to put pressure on the British side to reveal that an extraordinary force has already The fact of arriving in London."

Qin Mengjin asked for instructions, and after a brief instruction and exchange, she said, "We would like to ask you to be more cautious. Our proposal should be the safest way..."

Kant interrupted her persuasion: "The country is also very interested, right? Organizations involving extraordinary people lurking in the United Kingdom have a great influence on the British political system, and even have a certain relationship with MI5 and even the power class. Partnership, don't you want to know what they are from?"

Qin Mengjin hesitated: "This..."

"Pressing directly on the UK government does have a good chance of getting people out, but like I said, there are some minor risks, and of course, it's an important point."

Kant said solemnly: "Pressure, the British surrender, and An Youyi is saved. This is not a perfect ending - because the villain has not been liquidated, and the sin has not been punished."

Sister Qin took a deep breath: "I understand your mood, but I don't recommend you just start killing..."

Just then Horus said: "Father, he has spoken."

Kant interrupted the domestic dissuasion: "Audio transmission... Listen carefully."

The standard British accent sounded in the headphones, with a touch of elegance and arrogance.

"—Damn! What's wrong with these people!"

The senior MI5 officer was clutching his nose and complaining loudly: "Damn it! They can't do whatever they want! Are they all lunatics? Saying blood sacrifices, saying pleasures, it's like this every time. , in the end it's not for us to clean up this shit!"

Horus' drone recorded the scene and fed it back to the screen in front of Kant.

These fully equipped agents used shovels to shovel all the minced meat and human tissue from the ground into the bags, as if it was just sand piled on the ground, and someone outside kept moving into vats of disinfectant and cleaning fluid, and someone was scraping the walls, There were people moving large pieces of corpses, and their work was organized.

Like a professional housekeeping company.

Who hired them for hourly labor?

"Sir, all the women working here are dead."

A subordinate came back from the corridor with an indifferent tone: "It's the same way that these people die."

"Damn, beast!"

The official grumbled loudly: "And those rotten meat bastards! Despicable smugglers! Stupid offspring of prostitutes! Disgusting filth! They sneak into our country to do this kind of crap, and give birth to a bunch of **** scum, They dare to share with us the glory and rights of this country, turning glorious England into a stinking ditch, why not just stay in their dirty and backward low country?"

He spit **** the ground: "If you die, you will add more work to us!"

His subordinate nodded and said, "Yes, but other than that, sir, it's not a bad thing. I mean, the only mistake of these women is to increase the workload for us."

The MI5 official nodded and said, "You're right... these **** deserve to die like this."

After cursing for a while, he covered his nose and left the blood-filled room, instructing his subordinates to quickly pack up large pieces of body tissue, especially bones.

This process was sent back to China, and when the other party's words came to an end, Qin Mengjin said in a cold tone: "It seems that they want to transfer these corpses to other places for disposal, which is normal, after all, they want dozens of people to quietly It is not an easy thing to disappear without revealing the slightest trace."

Kant snorted.

"This white-skinned pig... What's the name?"

"Ian Crook."

He nodded: "This person...he said 'what's wrong with these people', which shows that he knows who he is wiping his ass, and he is not a nobody."

Qin Mengjin replied, "Yes... do you want to torture him?"

Her tone was a little nervous.

This person has a name on MI5's government website, and his authority and status are not small.

Kant said slowly: "How to torture? It is easy to torture, but there is no way to make him lose his memory. After asking, silence will attract the attention of MI5. If you don't silence, the news will leak. Besides, you are also worried about this kind of thing, right? I attacked the senior officials of the British government, and if the British found out after the incident, it would probably be a more serious accident.

Qin Mengjin laughed dryly.

Kant continued: "Furthermore, although he is not a nobody, but he is not a big fish, maybe he only knows about the organization, but he doesn't know the details, and I can't get the information I want, so I go directly to Look for the head of MI5 or a larger official to torture you, you certainly don't want to see it."

Sister Qin has stopped talking.

Kant's face was sinking like water, looking at the white guy smoking in the courtyard with a sneer.

During his trip to England, he has always exercised restraint and will not use force to deter or attack the British official department unless it is a last resort. This is not to fear the British, but to take care of domestic emotions.

This is also a kind of prudence, otherwise it will be seen in the country that he has unscrupulously attacked, tortured and destroyed senior government officials and departments of a permanent member state in order to achieve his goals, and even succeeded repeatedly, which may provoke some sensitivities in the country. nerves, causing unnecessary misunderstandings and fears.

"So I won't do it."

He looked at the Ian Crook: "I won't appear in front of him, I won't attack him, I won't target him, I won't torture him, I won't torture him."

Conde said in a deep voice: "But I will let him know what fear is."

Arrogantly slandering and abusing the dead women, and caring nothing about their tragic experiences before and after death, Kant is almost 100% sure that in front of the public, in public, this bureaucrat will definitely talk about multiculturalism and tolerance, Talking about equality and democracy, if he dared to publicly say even a little bit about the evaluation just now, this person would be considered a social death.

One face to face, one behind the other, this is their way of doing things.

This white-skinned pig has caught up.

Qin Mengjin asked tentatively, "You... what are you going to do to him?"

Kant smiled: "No, what kind of thing is he, and he deserves to be targeted by me? He's just an ant, and I'm going to do my thing... He will soon know what will happen to him as an ant."

"I have a plan—a great plan," he whispered.

The clues deduced earlier are very important, especially the current situation of An Youyi - she has a special qualification or value, and is valued by that mysterious organization, which means that she will not be easily silenced and abandoned, that is to say, in the To a certain extent, it is safe.

So, it's time to do something less crazy.

"Let you know today, what is AOE."

And then Kant...

-wait.

He waited patiently, and arranged for Horus to do some reconnaissance, and then returned to the White Mist World to make preliminary preparations and plans...until four hours later.

"Okay, let's get these things out first!"

All the large corpses and debris have been bagged and transported to the vehicle. With the cooperation of the amazing corpse collection team, the initial cleaning was completed in a few hours, and the next work was meticulous and comprehensive cleaning. The chemical method erased all traces as much as possible, and this no longer required the tracking of senior MI5 officials. He had to go back to report - it was already afternoon.

Ian Crook returned to the car, the driver started the car, and some of the armed men returned to the car, a total of seven large and small vans, and several SUVs, which were the convoys escorting the wreckage and several women's rights activists.

"Are these feminists going to be silenced?"

Kant watched the motorcade leave the intricate slum, and then quietly followed.

"good news."

After more than ten minutes, Horus said: "They are going south."

This is North London, to the south, is the real prosperous core area of ​​London, where the essence and splendor of all London and even the whole of the United Kingdom are gathered there.

There was a smile on Kant's face, but it was cold.

"Very good," he said. "In the dark, the sun shines brightly."

He followed quietly like a ghost. This mighty motorcade drove all the way to the south. The number of dilapidated and depressing buildings gradually decreased, and the prosperous high-rise buildings were in sight.

About forty minutes later, they pulled into Kensington.

And it is still heading south, the sun is shining along the way, luxury cars often pass by this convoy, laughter is heard on the roadside, people of all skin colors and ages are hurrying, or walking leisurely, couples holding hands, carrying Beautiful women with big and small shopping bags chatting, laughing and frolicking, these people have their own lives and their own happiness, only a curious glimpse of this strange motorcade.

No one knows that these vans are loaded with countless crimes, as well as the pain, despair and blood and tears of dozens of women who have been humiliated for their lives.

People outside happily walk the streets of classic and elegant London.

The people inside were piled up in icy bags.

Their endless anguish and wailing on weekdays, their desperate howls and roars before dying, their painful voices have never been heard and heard by the world except for the murderers and criminals.

until today.

The Thames is in sight.

The convoy reached the embankment and, instead of crossing the bridge, went south along the riverside boulevard.

Boats on the river swayed by, pedestrians along the river avenues were endless, tourists took pictures, vehicles were crowded, and it was bustling and lively.

"Just here."

North of the Palace of Westminster, west of Westminster Bridge, the junction of the road and the bridge, the surrounding area is the political core of the United Kingdom, from No. 10 Downing Street to the Diplomatic Building and even the Parliament.

Kant took out his phone and tapped it lightly.

A violent sudden braking sound caught everyone's attention. The second SUV of the convoy braked suddenly. The van behind couldn't hold back and collided directly. The third van slammed into the steering wheel and braked suddenly, but the driver was panicked. It was discovered that the vehicle lost control for some reason, the engine roared, and crashed at a high speed.

Everything happened too fast. In an instant, a series of collisions occurred in this convoy. In the terrifying panic, several cars were smashed into chaos, and even a van overturned.

The surrounding vehicles braked one after another, the pedestrians screamed, and the tourists were still stunned, but the experienced British turned their heads and ran!

However, there was no explosion, and no one jumped out to shoot around. They stopped at a loss. People nearby rushed to the riverside guardrail subconsciously, and a car rushed into the Thames.

Someone shouted: "Call the police! Call an ambulance!"

Tourists are looking forward from the railings and looking into the river. Some people are eager to try and seem to want to go into the water to save people. Some people take out their mobile phones and talk while taking pictures. This is a good opportunity.

- But then, they saw a lot of things emerging from the billowing Thames.

One after another, black bags.

"what is that?"

"Trash?"

"Could it be money?"

"This is…"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Screams came from the mouth of a blond tourist who pointed in horror into the river as the blue water slowly became stained with red, several black bags burst open and all sorts of horrible things tumbled out , arms, intestines, and even a half-shattered head!

More and more people saw the things rolling up in the river, screaming one after another, some people had passed out, and some people were shouting loudly.

At the same time, in front of everyone's eyes, a man stumbled out of an overturned van. His hands were tied and the tape on his mouth was torn in half for some reason. He ran to the group of people who were taking pictures, shouting loudly. Shouting: "Help! I'm a human rights group! They kidnapped us! Help!"

Behind him, an embarrassed armed man rushed over and pushed him to the ground, while the other raised his gun, but the MI5 armed man looked at the civilians with mobile phones around, and was stunned for a while, he didn't know what to do. What to do, don't know what to say, he doesn't know what's going on.

- This is what Ian Crook saw after he broke free from the airbag.

He only felt chills all over his body, he took two steps back, he couldn't even support his body, the shouts of tourists by the river, the struggling human rights members, and his subordinates rushed out of the car, looking around at a loss, not knowing what to say, not knowing What to do, don't know what's going on.

Ian Crook paled and murmured, "This...this..."

Kant hides his figure, standing on the high street lamp, overlooking the sad maggot.

He is just an ant and does not deserve to be targeted by Kant. Kant just wanted to continue to track down the clues and details of the mysterious organization without exposing himself, so he arranged this game.

This ant was only swept away by the aftermath.

"The British government is furious and the mysterious organization is incompetent and furious. They will reveal more flaws in covering up, accusing and angering, and this white-skinned pig will be taken into custody and silenced."

Ian Crook took a deep breath. He didn't notice that a tiny and delicate metal bug had quietly landed in his pocket.

"Let me see, who will go to him, who will silence him, and who will the silenced report to."

Conde chuckled sullenly.

"He knew what was going to happen to him, he didn't know what was going to happen to him specifically, and in this hopelessly awake and painful wait, he would know what the fear was."

With one last look at the sad white man, he turned away.

"I said, I'll let him know what fear is."

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PS1: Update... I modified the final plot today. The original plan was to have the corpses spilled out of the World War II Women's Monument, which is not far from No. 10 Downing Street, in the heart of British politics. Then the logical obsessive-compulsive disorder attacked, and I was convinced. It's neither logical nor easy to deal with, and it turned out to be in the Thames... so the update is late, that's it.