Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

"The round table is also very angry."

When Horus translated the sentence, Kant straightened up.

The icy and dim chandelier flickered again and again. In the interrogation room with a strong atmosphere, the spirited, elegant and calm old man caressed Ian's shoulder, like a loving elder teaching a wrong child, and Ian Crook lowered his head, his body was trembling, and he was dripping with sweat.

round table.

When he heard the name, his body trembled visibly.

Ian begged: "Sir, sir, please, you..."

"Child, calm down, calm down."

The old man took out a beautiful silver jug ​​from his pocket, unscrewed the lid, and handed it to the other person: "Drink a little, you need to calm down the bad mood, it will help the next conversation."

Ian took it carefully, took a few sips, and wiped off the spittle from the bottle. He handed the bottle back with both hands. The old man reached out to take it, and patted the other party's shoulder: "Okay, very good."

His wrinkled, old, withered left hand suddenly grabbed Ian's right shoulder, and the right hand holding the wine bottle suddenly smashed out, hitting the opponent's lower abdomen. The wine in his stomach spurted out, splashing on the ground, he coughed violently and breathed.

The old man took back the wine bottle and said lightly, "Wipe it clean."

Ian took out his handkerchief in a panic and wiped the dirty ground. The plain white handkerchief was quickly stained with black dust, but he didn't dare to stop for a moment and wiped it harder.

As if this act of diligence and hard work would get him a pardon.

The old man went around the table, and Shi Shiran sat on the chair, looking neither happy nor angry, tapping his fingers on the table, and every time he tapped, Ian's body shook.

His sitting posture is straight, his eyes are focused like an eagle, his expensive hand-sewn suit fits perfectly, supporting his old but still strong physique, and his white beard is neat and clean. Such a person walking on the street is what foreigners think of as "elegant and restrained." , a low-key and connotative British aristocrat", and at this moment he is sitting in the interrogation room of MI5, overlooking an idiot who has made a big mistake.

Ian Crook, who bowed his head and wiped the floor, would not have known the indifferent and piercing gaze the highly respected officer was looking at him at this time - as if he was looking at a dead man.

Of course, this aggressive old gentleman didn't know that, in the corner behind him, stood a young man who distorted the light and disappeared into the void, looking at him with disgust.

-Ah, can the British pretend to be so coercive?

"Ian, I am the guide for you to join MI5. I have high hopes for you." The old man said slowly, "But you have disappointed me and made me sad."

The calm words made Ian tremble and even start to cry: "Sorry, sir, I..."

"Ah, it wasn't this, I just said that it wasn't your fault, it was just a terrible accident." The old man said calmly, "It wasn't this that really disappointed me."

He took out the phone from another pocket, put it on the table, and pressed the play button.

A clear and familiar voice sounded from inside.

"...Despicable stowaways!"

"...Why don't you just stay in their dirty and backward low country?"

A series of vicious insults are enough to set off a storm in the public opinion field.

Ian raised his head in disbelief, he quickly reacted, this is his voice, this is what he once said, but why... Could it be...

"We have freedom of speech in our country, Ian, I never care what you say, but I care what you say where and who hears what you say."

The old man said indifferently: "This video was discovered by BCC from the leaking mailbox."

Ian's face suddenly turned pale.

Under the extreme fear, his mind quickly became active, and he recalled the memory. He quickly recalled the situation when he said this. He thought that it was after his subordinates searched the inner room and reported to him that the women were all The fact that they died, those smuggled chickens aroused his hatred for those low and dirty inferior immigrants, and it meant that they had to pay more work, so he vented angrily.

And now...

He looked up at the image in the phone, at that angle, only...

Ian hissed: "Richard!"

"he died."

The old man's voice was still steady, and one sentence stifled all Ian's anger: "During the car accident, his neck was broken due to the violent impact, and when the police found him, he had already gasped in pain, just before Five minutes ago, the technical department had thoroughly searched his belongings, mobile phone and personal mailbox, and the memory card of his mobile phone had disappeared...and could not be found."

"And the anonymous video received by BCC was cut and only a short segment."

Ian seemed to have thought of something, and a look of fear appeared on his face.

The old man looked at his shaking eyes quietly and said, "Then now, you have to answer two questions for us. First, why would your most loyal deputy and subordinate do such a thing?"

"second…"

The gentleman's eyes turned from the light wind of the Thames to the waves of the English Channel.

"Apart from the trivial racist remarks in this video," he said in a low voice, "what else did you say to Richard...more serious?"

Ian's hand clenched involuntarily.

Fear seized his throat.

Yes, he said it.

Mentioned what the beasts of the Round Table had done, complained about their way of doing things, mentioned the reasons and excuses for their claims—blood sacrifice, pleasure, sacrifice.

And Richard certainly won't just shoot one, if he does it deliberately, the video should include the cause and effect, at least the more terrible facts, not just his racist remarks.

And there is bound to be something more fatal.

Like the **** scene at the gang hideout.

Such a scene is enough to impact the common sense, ethics, cognition and public morality of the so-called modern society. Once exposed, the consequences are almost unimaginable.

And all this...all this...

When Ian thought of this, the tide of fear almost devoured his soul, and he was terrified.

Although the disaster at the Palace of Westminster before was extremely serious, it is not without remedies. Feminist organizations can find ways to keep their mouths shut, and the media will be forced to shut up by force. will slowly forget.

Even if the public opinion is fermented, it can be managed to guide it. It only needs to hire a few waves of people to hold their own opinions on the Internet, release smoke bombs, and release all kinds of sensational fake news, which will make the people lose their ability to judge and gradually become confused about the truth. what.

Besides, there are so many new things happening every day, and the brain capacity of civilians is too small to keep memory. As long as it drags on for a year or a half, no one will remember what happened today.

But... things are different now.

Because Richard shot the video.

And it was sent to BCC.

And only cut out the less important part of it.

So this whole thing might not be an accident.

When an agent working for MI5 secretly shoots a video and tries to leak it, MI5 will inevitably suspect that there is a plan by an overseas hostile organization behind it, and even the occurrence of a car accident may be a deliberate conspiracy by the other party— A conspiracy against the British Empire.

Therefore, the severity of this matter has skyrocketed, and whose hands did the complete video fall into, it has become an extremely terrifying question.

And the most important question is...

What is in the video.

This is something MI5, the Round Table and even the entire UK government want to know.

Richard is dead, the video cannot be traced, and Ian Crook is the only one who knows.

As a senior official of MI5, Ian immediately figured out what was at stake. He looked at the grimness and coldness in the eyes of his old boss, and the horror in his heart was indescribable. He did say some terrible things to Richard. Knowing by the government and the round table, then he will...

He subconsciously shook his head: "First, sir, I didn't say anything I shouldn't have said, I'm just complaining about the increased workload, and complaining that these foreign immigrants have made our holy country a mess..."

The old man took a deep breath.

He stood up slowly with his hands on the table.

Just like a mountain rising from the sea level, the oppressive force of silence is like a mountain moving across. This legendary agent with deep experience is a military adviser, mentor and elder of MI5. No one will question his prestige and majesty. It was the silent and firm gaze that almost broke through Ian's defenses.

He looked fixedly at Ian.

Ian shook his head in a panic: "Sir, teacher, please believe me, I..."

The old man moved around the table and walked towards Ian.

step.

Ian sat on the ground, stepped back desperately, and begged: "Sir..."

two steps.

His tall figure covered the cool-colored chandelier, casting a shadow that terrified Ian, like an old but sharp lion king who wanted to punish his subjects.

three…

—Kant, who was hidden in the light, stretched out his hand and pointed it lightly.

step.

The old man stepped up and fell firmly, like a judge's majestic gavel, hitting the note of the verdict, giving liars and fools a severe punishment like winter.

Then…

"Crap."

A comical sound came from the chilling interrogation room.

The old man who has created a strong pressure and force with his powerful aura and psychological skills is like stepping on the skin of a melon, the sole slips, and he falls to the sky, looking up and down.

The broad back slammed firmly on the concrete floor, making a muffled sound, the white hair that was smeared with wax and neatly smeared with the dust on the ground, and even the vomit that Ian had just sprayed out.

The arm that was swaying randomly due to the imbalance of the body brought the chair upside down, and then the folding stool slammed into his chest, the back of the chair was firmly imprinted on his face, and his precious genuine leather shoes even came out of his feet, The chandelier turned back and forth, and the light in the room flickered, bright and dim.

The air was suddenly quiet.

The chilling atmosphere, the serious environment, the terrifying aura, the enormous oppressive force, and the calmness and force shown by the old man, all disappeared under this sudden tortoise upturn.

At the moment of the fall, the old man was completely stunned, his mind went blank, until the severe pain pulled him back to reality, he opened his mouth and let out a scream of pain!

Ian was taken aback and went to help him subconsciously.

At the same time, the door was slammed open by the agents who heard the loud noise, and they saw a messy interrogation room, Deputy Chief David fell to the ground, and Ian Crook was reaching out to him...

"Raise your hands!"

"Leave him! Leave him!"

"Kneeling on the ground!"

"immediately!"

Ian yelled, "I didn't!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was grabbed and pushed to the ground by an agent, dragging him away from the deputy director, another agent stepped forward to help the deputy director, and several others pointed their guns at Ian, and Ian still In a loud defense: "I didn't do anything! Mr. David fell by himself..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old gentleman with the mysterious mucus on his hair rushed forward like a lion. There were bruises and scars on his face, and he looked extremely embarrassed, as if he had been beaten. .

He roared and pushed the agent aside, grabbed Ian's collar, punched him twice in the face, and slapped Ian's stomach with a sharp knee.

Ian screamed and fell to the ground, David was furious, and kicked the opponent's stomach a few times with the foot in the shoe, and then he grabbed the opponent and pressed it on the table.

"Mardy!"

-Oh shit.

That old but still temperamental face was completely irrelevant to "introverted elegance" and "low-key calmness", and his face was full of exasperated rage and shame.

"You fucking—damn! You bastard! Bitch! Listen up, you son of a bitch! Silly [beep-]! Tell me what the **** you said to that son of a **** Richard!"

He roared, "Otherwise I'll let you and your **** wife and children die as miserably as those low-class prostitutes! As miserable! You bastard! Shit! Fuck!"

Ian was wrapped in severe pain and despair. He curled up and accepted the vent and anger from his old boss. The most embarrassing scene of encountering his boss was originally one of the worst things in the workplace, not to mention the current situation... He was also completely stunned.

"Okay, okay, this is what you asked for, damn, this is what you asked for!"

David kicked again, his body was aching, the embarrassment that he had just made a fool of, mixed with the fury of messing up things, completely wiped out his patience with Ian, and was full of extreme hatred instead.

He snapped at the agents: "Business! Take him to the water room!"

Hearing this word, Ian suddenly swayed his body like a fish on the shore. He raised his head and begged for mercy: "Don't! Sir! Don't do this to me! I said! I said!"

"But I don't want to hear it now, you stupid big mouth, funny loser, **** stupid [beep], I should read your confession in the office! Coming here is a mistake! Wrong!"

He grabbed the opponent's hair and said: "I tell you, you are out, you are removed, you are no longer a key member of MI5, and all your records, wages, honors and benefits will be immediately deprived, including your Families no longer have the powers that MI5 family members have - no one will protect them, and those people will know where they are...you deserve it!"

Ian looked up in disbelief, he showed extreme fear, and said sadly: "Sir, it has nothing to do with them, it has nothing to do with them, at least please let them go!"

He reached out and grabbed the other's trouser legs: "Be kind, sir, they..."

Before he finished speaking, his hand was stepped on by David, and he was crushed twice.

With loud screams, the elegant and restrained British nobleman left the interrogation room angrily. The two agents grabbed Ian, who had lost his strength, and walked out of the room to the most secret and terrifying secret room of MI5.

Kant witnessed the whole thing.

"interesting."

He made his assessment, then asked, "The surveillance drone moved?"

"Yes, on him."

"it is good."

Kant ordered: "Keep an eye on this old man to see who he will report to, check his mobile phone and email carefully, and record any suspicious records."

"Understood," Horus said. "It sounds like your focus is not on this David."

"Yeah, the other party is an important member of MI5, so he can't carry out a silent and no future torture. He did not disclose further information related to the round table. Even if he gets the information he wants, he can't accurately and quickly. Locking the round table situation...so he's just a sideline."

Conde stepped out and followed Ian's voice begging for mercy.

"The real main line is still on this Ian Crook."

He smiled: "This wonderful journey of fear and magic, bizarre and thrilling, explosive and desperate of this noble British white man has just begun, you are right."

The man's mean, humiliating, and grim assessment of the dead women came to his mind, and he couldn't empathize with the suffering of others, so let's experience it firsthand.

"Promise the final horror show," he murmured, "and then I'll end it for you."

In the torture room known as the water room, Ian's vague screams and the sound of intense water flow sounded.

Modern torture is accurate, efficient and scientific. It does not need to be bloody, because human beings limited by physiology are not so powerful and do not need the legendary torture. Simple punishment can have a huge effect - deprivation of sleep and water Punishment is enough to destroy the psychological defense of all tough guys.

But it's a matter of time.

Ian twisted in pain. He had endured for 20 minutes. Even if he told everything, the executioner continued without hesitation. He knew that this was a kind of revenge torture, not only the old man. The revenge of the boss, David, and the fury of the government and the Round Table.

This is his end.

Without judicial trial and without any human rights, they were subjected to the most horrific torture and then died in agony.

At this moment, he thought of those women who were dead and shattered into a pile.

He thought of his family again. They didn't know anything but lost his asylum. They were about to face the most cruel malice from this government, country and some people. Knowing this, it was just the tip of the iceberg that made him fear and despair.

And now, it's all over.

Do not…

This is not the result I want.

Help.

Who can help me?

Have mercy...

His hands were handcuffed to the water table, and the executioner grabbed his head roughly and pressed him into the water again and again. His head was immersed in the icy water. There was darkness, coldness, pain and despair in all directions. Struggling, he begged loudly, but it meant more pain, he was so helpless.

Until a voice resounded in my mind.

"Do you want to live?"

His heart suddenly shook.

hallucinations?

"Then listen to my voice."

"Submit to me."

"Allegiance to me."

"I will give you strength."

"But everything has a price..."

This is really not an auditory hallucination, but the last straw. The other party's English is weird and distorted, and the grammar is extremely simple, but this is not the point. The point is that everything has been lost, and the family has been implicated. Maybe he will be tortured and killed at this water platform soon. Even if he doesn't, there will be more cruel torture waiting for him. Thinking of this, Ian shook his body and head desperately.

The voice seemed to know his answer.

"very good."

Immediately afterwards, Ian only felt that there was something in the water, and following the diffused water flow, it poured into his nose and mouth, and then penetrated into his body, into every muscle, and even every cell.

Then, he only felt an explosive force emerge from his body, and with a click, the iron cuffs that bound his hands were suddenly thrown away, Ian twisted with all his strength, and the two strong men were shocked by him. The executioner was shocked, and he wanted to step forward. Captured, but found that the weak and poor creature in front of him had turned his head to look at him.

With a click, the two-meter tall man was easily twisted and his neck was broken, and his body fell down weakly.

Ian's face panicked.

- because he found he couldn't control his body at all! He only felt that there were many things circulating in his body, and pieces of ice-cold things were sticking to the joints and skins of his body. There was a force and will that did not belong to him controlling his body, and he couldn't even speak or make a sound!

It's like a prisoner bound in his own body, watching his body be manipulated by others.

Do not!

Do not!

Who are you! let me go! What do you want to do?

"I can't help myself—I said, everything has a price."

With that low voice, Ian watched helplessly as he wrapped an iron chain around his hand, opened the door, broke the neck of the gatekeeper with a punch, and then took the pistol from the opponent's corpse. The magazine was checked skillfully, and the safety was turned on.

It's like a first-person VR game, and he's just a visitor and a bystander.

"You are cornered, you are extremely angry, your family is threatened, your dignity is insulted, you have a big secret that this country has been hiding from the people, and you are about to be silenced."

The voice said indifferently: "Desperate situations require a turning point for survival, how an ordinary person can break free from the torture of the executioner and escape, this requires a reasonable reason, and this reason should also serve the next the plot, making it appear all kinds of dramatic changes and effects.”

Ian looked at "my" right hand and raised the pistol, then left hand clawed, palm up.

A black flame spewed out from the palm of his hand.

Extraordinary, awakened.

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PS1: When designing the supernatural villain for this plot, it was planned to start from the British horror legend. Frankenstein and Jack the Ripper were originally very classic choices, but you know, alas, I have the impression of fgo in front of me. It's weird when you write it, and it's probably weird when you read it, so you can only use those less popular alternatives...