Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

The way to control Ian Crook is nothing unusual to put it bluntly.

Kant injected paradox elements into the white man's body through water flow, which made the other party's body explosively strengthened, and made Ian's physique unable to be generalized from ordinary people.

And for some reason, after Kant took over the paradox engine, he had absolute authority and dominance over the paradox element or the paradox element's infected body, and could force the infected body to go against its will and obey.

But this ability is not as easy to use as imagined, at least it can't let the infected person like an arm, and can only issue some simple orders - such as this Ian, he was just a weak white man sitting in the office, even if Kant ordered to say " Become a Rambo." He couldn't do it either.

So Kant ordered, don't move, don't resist, relax.

So Ian was completely deprived of his control over his body, and he could only watch helplessly.

At the same time, the split control structure released by Horus has slipped into Ian's underwear, wrapping and controlling his joints, plus Kant's order to "act with external forces", contrary to The On Elements will respond perfectly to Horus' split assists.

—That makes a John Wick.

So, it looks like Ian Crook escaped from the water room, but in reality, it's just a minimalist exoskeleton powerplant equipped with Ian Crook.

Even Ian himself doesn't know this, because he has been deprived of most of his sense of touch. He doesn't know that there are cold and powerful mechanical devices all over his body controlling his body. After that sound, his body started to move uncontrollably.

It's like... being possessed by a demon.

And the people in the MI5 building are even less aware.

"Ian" took off his suit jacket from the agent outside, put it on his body, and then moved forward with his gun in the center-axis relocking shooting method. shoulders.

And all this has nothing to do with the owner of the body, he is just watching helplessly, watching this very real first-person shooter game, watching himself quickly go up the stairs.

He heard the evil whispers of the demon in his ear.

"Let's-play."

Ian leaps and runs through the fire stairwell faster than a professional athlete.

all the way up.

At the same time, a terrible voice echoed in his heart.

"David, your old boss, that bad old man," whispered the demon. "What floor is his office on? Where is his office? Let's find him."

Ian was shocked, and then he realized that he could communicate with this voice, and he responded loudly with consciousness: "What are you going to do? Damn it! What are you going to do with my body?"

"Vengeance, I like revenge." The voice laughed lowly, "Don't you like it?"

Ian subconsciously refused: "No! You can't!"

"No? What should I do then? You're finished, you're going to take the blame, you're going to be the target of venting anger in that accident, if I didn't save you, you'd be dead, you heard it, and your wife and daughter wouldn't be spared either. , think about the women you found in North London, what happened to them, what happened to them, will repeat itself on your wife and even your daughter... You may have to pay for it in the future if you want to **** your wife."

Ian said angrily: "Shut up!"

The next moment, he heard the devil hum softly, and the sound turned into thunder, which shook his soul, causing him to feel the pain of violent tearing.

"Incompetent dirty bastard, I will tolerate your rudeness for the last time, your anger is better to choose the right target, understand the current situation, I can rescue you from the dead end, and also make you die than the original The ending is more painful, including your wife and daughter - it all depends on my mood."

The mighty mighty might that made Ian terrified came across, as if the whole soul world was reverberating with loud noises of anger, the dragon might from the dragon from another world, even if it was shared through the dragon oath and only leaked out a little, it was still the same. It was unbearable for mortals. At this moment, Ian was extremely frightened and heartbroken.

He escaped from the dead end, but fell into the hands of the devil.

He said helplessly: "Who are you and what are you going to do to me?"

"It doesn't matter." The demon sneered in a low voice, "It has nothing to do with you—say, which floor he is on."

The voice seemed to contain so much energy and authority that he couldn't help but succumb.

"The ninth floor."

"Clever."

In the deputy director's office, the old gentleman who had changed his clothes and washed his hair was standing in front of the office window with a gloomy face, looking at the palm tree ring island and the Thames River in the distance.

"Yes, sir, we are pursuing it, and we take it very seriously."

"Sorry, sir, our responsibility cannot be shied away. We are urgently investigating the loyalty of MI5 members. We are deeply shocked by Richard's treachery, and we are looking for his accomplices."

"No, it can't be the IRA, I promise you... yes sir, sorry, we'll try to make it up, we'll get to the people who run this as fast as they can, whether they're Scots or Irish People, or Pakistanis or Iranians, French, or Chinese.”

An angry roar sounded on the phone: "Fuck you Chinese! You salary thieves will only make up ghost stories from China all day to cheat money, and now you are fooling me with this trick? Why don't you say that China is now Just listening to our conversation? Huh?"

"Do you think I'm as stupid as Trump! Do you think I really don't know how much of the hundreds of millions of pounds a year is allocated to you to buy a few hundred pounds of toilet paper!?"

David lowered his eyebrows and listened to the roar from Downing Street.

"Anyway! You know the consequences of those videos in the hands of the IRA! Even in the hands of other hostile countries, it's unacceptable! Get all your spies to work now! Listen! Go search! I demand You will maintain the stability of the current situation at all costs!"

"No more accidents are allowed!"

"Oh my God, I can't believe it! What a **** stupid intelligence chief I appointed! How dare your cremation team drive into the downtown area and turn over the car in the Thames! Why don't you just put those The pile of meat fell on my doorstep! The queen's driving skills are better than your stupid pig drivers!"

When the boss's anger subsided temporarily, David said straightly: "Sir, I promise you! There will never be any accidents! We will take control of the situation and control everything!"

"Better! Or I'll drown you in the Thames before I step down!"

David put down his phone, was silent for a moment, and cursed angrily, "This **** golden retriever!"

Emotional venting cannot solve the current problem. David took a deep breath and calmed the anxiety in his heart. He must find out the truth as soon as possible and find out whether Richard has an accomplice.

Because Ian got it all in a few minutes after being sentenced.

This idiot vaguely mentioned the information of the round table, and the behavior of the unsound dogs that the round table kept. These obscure words will be infinitely amplified by conspiracy theorists, so Ian must never be given a chance to appear in court, other than that In addition, all channels and suspicious elements must be closely monitored.

Take it easy, take it easy, be calm.

David convinced himself.

Only the libertine who lied all the time would be so anxious. In fact, there is nothing to be afraid of. No matter which organization got this video, it wants to attack England or achieve any purpose. First of all, it must be made public, and How to make it public? Only through the media.

Whether it is social media or traditional media, the right to speak is in our hands... So don't worry, and cover up the extraordinary traces, it is the consensus of the permanent members, who dare to lift the lid on the public, whether it is an individual or an organization, All will lead to the joint strangulation and suppression of the five most powerful nations on the planet - so, there is nothing to be afraid of.

It was just a fool who screwed things up accidentally.

As soon as he thought of this, a glint flashed in David's eyes. He picked up the handset of the landline, dialed the number, and wanted to ask if that idiot Ian had any new information, and by the way, he would give him a new trick.

He has already thought about it, and then he will entertain this stupid guy with a traditional skill that MI5 has abolished, called the car press.

Put fragile objects such as light bulbs under the tortured object, in front of the woman, and behind the man, and then punch him in the lower abdomen. The picture is extremely beautiful.

The reason why this torture was abolished was not because it was too cruel, but because it used to play it and then got rid of it, and missed a major event - it had to follow the Suez Canal crisis in the 1950s and 1960s. MI5 Middle East Agency When the information was tortured, a rash idiot shoved a light bulb into the mouth of the victim, punched it, his mouth was dry, and he couldn't even utter a word, which directly caused the British side to miss the most crucial information. , which ultimately led to a geopolitical defeat.

As a result, the old colonial system represented by Britain and France began to disintegrate due to this incident. After the shattering of World War II, the light of the empire on which the sun never sets finally became bleak and declined irresistibly.

Lost a horseshoe nail, lost an empire - that's a **** British traditional art.

By the way, a serious violation by the Royal Canadian Mounted Police is also a similar case. They stuffed ice cubes during the interrogation, which directly led to the death of the interrogator. Combined with the endless massacres of civilians by the US military, the Australian prisoner abuse incident, the Five Eyes The virtue of the alliance is based on the same strain.

As the leader of MI5, David is well aware of this allusion, but it is just right that this forbidden shameful punishment is used on insiders who have broken major events.

He deserves it.

The deputy director had a grim expression and was ready to give an order.

But the next moment...

A screeching siren rang out, shaking the entire building.

The door was slammed open, and the secretary shouted with a pale face, "Sir, there's a shooting!"

The roar went from far to near.

"David!" The voice was shrill as hell, "David!"

The old gentleman's face changed greatly: "Ian!"

He took out the pistol from the drawer and skillfully checked the opening safety: "What's going on!"

The secretary hurriedly said, "He killed the interrogator and rushed up the escape stairs!"

"how come?"

"Yes, sir!"

The sound of gunshots rang out, accompanied by screams of panic, and the sound of running away spread everywhere. This is indeed MI5, one of the tridents of the British intelligence organization. There are hundreds of staff in the headquarters building. , but none of them are the personable, amazingly skilled agents in the movie.

The life of a fake agent is like the interpretation on the screen, driving luxury cars, playing horses, and engaging in fierce gun battles with terrorists, while the work of real agents is boring and mechanically searching through piles of documents, information and records. and analysis clues, so that MI5 has put the recruitment information on the Internet.

Most of the employees who work here are no different from the employees of commercial companies.

At the sound of the gunshots, they all screamed in horror, it was not the job.

The MI5 headquarters was shot.

"The highest level of alert!"

"All the staff in the hallway go to the nearest room at once!"

"Lock the door! They're bulletproof!"

"Security forces have been dispatched!"

"Hold on! Keep calm!"

The broadcast system came with a calm order from the branch director in charge of security. They were finally employees of the intelligence organization. They still had the most basic psychological qualities and mobility. They followed the instructions in a panic, but safety only belonged to those on other floors. The entrant has already climbed to the ninth floor.

"David!"

He roared: "Come out! You hypocritical executioner! Cruel bastard!"

A **** Ian appeared in the sight of the staff who had no time to escape. They all recognized the embarrassed man. What happened at the Palace of Westminster was known to everyone, everyone knew that he screwed up, and He's here now with a pistol in hand, shouting the Deputy Chief's name.

Several security guards drew their guns, but Ian shot lightning-fast, wrist, abdomen, collarbone, three shots in a row, this is not a movie or a game, the pistol is weak means that it is likely to kill people, but one shot goes down , also enough to incapacitate a trained warrior.

"David!"

Ian yelled: "Come out! Face me like a man!"

"Everyone is not allowed to move! All put their hands on their heads! Get down! This is a personal grudge!" It was the voice from the recorder that belonged to Deputy Chief David.

"...including your family members, 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."

The voice was stern and fierce, and the content was even more chilling.

Ian shouted: "I did something wrong and I am willing to be punished, but why should my family be involved? They are innocent! David! Come out!"

The man was holding a recording device, holding a gun, and his voice was furious and furious. Many people secretly raised their heads and looked at the crazy man. He still had signs of torture on his body, his hair was wet, his eyes were full of tears, and his expression was sad and angry. This is the end of the road. The heroic temperament evokes sympathy.

And... a subtle feeling for the Deputy Director.

disaster to the family.

And there is some kind of sexual innuendo.

This…

Ian was still roaring, and he strode to David's office: "Old man, come out like a man! Don't hide in your office and let your colleagues face guns outside! Come on you coward!"

He walked in step by step, and after a while, David's voice sounded from behind the door: "This is not a wise choice, Ian, I suggest you put down the gun - I will withdraw the threat to your family, it is only to scare you, we sued Do the laws work?"

Ian sneered: "Teacher, now, I am your law."

David shouted, "Ian, we have to talk."

"Talk? You want to kill me and kill me, you want to hunt down my family, how to talk?" Ian said coldly, "I can't live anyway, don't think about it better, I will give the information I have. , your shameless evil deeds are all exposed in front of the people!"

"Don't be impulsive, Ian, it's not good for your family - let's not use this road of death together, I have a proposal, I suggest you listen to it, you are choosing whether to kill me or not."

"—Don't believe him! There must be a ghost!" Ian's reminder sounded in the spiritual world, but the demon who controlled his body and showed amazing acting skills was unmoved and stopped.

"What proposal?"

"The proposal is..." David paused, then said coldly, "Go to hell!"

The door of the office was kicked open, and several SWAT officers wearing body armor and holding shields rushed out. They were the security forces of MI5. They arrived directly from the secret elevator to the interior of David's office and were covered by shields. The agent raised the shotgun and aimed it at Ian Crook's torso!

David, who was hiding in the inner room and closed the door, looked at the situation under surveillance and sneered.

Although I don't know how he escaped from the water room... but less than five meters away, the shotgun shot directly, and this **** was dead.

A loud bang followed by a fierce light, and the agent pulled the trigger.

David narrowed his eyes, ready to enjoy the wonderful scene of Ian's upper body being smashed into rotten flesh.

But the next moment, his eyes widened.

Black flames burst out of the opponent's body, roared and burned, and condensed violently in front of him. The ejected projectile seemed to be completely melted. Ian stretched out his hand and pushed it, the wall of fire recoiled, involving the security agents, violently tragic Call violently spread!

what is this! ?

David stood up suddenly, his mind went blank, he was stunned by the scene in front of him, he didn't know what was going on - how could it be!

There was a noise at the end of the corridor. A large number of fighters were approaching. Ian rushed into the office, but the interior was locked, and even the metal grille was lowered. Through the camera, David saw the strange Ian Crook. He raised his head and gave him a cold smile.

"It's not over yet, David."

Then he slammed into the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

With a click, the glass shattered. Before the riot squad arrived, Ian jumped down from the ninth floor. Black flames swept his body. He was unscathed, and David's mind, who witnessed this scene, almost exploded!

The old gentleman watched Ian grab a car that was about to go out on errands, grabbed the driver and threw the driver a dozen meters away, then stepped on the accelerator, broke through the gate, knocked over the intercepting guard with two shots, and rushed into the road , soaring to the south!

Witnessing all this, David swayed and fell weakly on the chair.

He shivered as he dialed the phone.

After fifty-eight years of living and forty-one years in the business, he felt the fear penetrating his bones for the first time.

Fear of the unknown.

He didn't know what Ian, who was full of anger and despair, and had a lot of secrets, would do after rushing out of MI5.

But he knew he had to do something.

Otherwise, it would be more than just the Prime Minister himself drowning him in the Thames.

An indifferent voice came from the phone: "Who?"

"Ian Crook." David said hard, "become like you."

On the road, Ian stepped on the accelerator and drove all the way, passing one car after another. The siren was faintly sounding behind him, and the driver was not the real Ian. Ian Crook just passively watched all this. It happened, watching him kill the executioner himself, rushing all the way to the ninth floor of MI5, shooting the agents, making a scene at the headquarters, and then carjacking and leaving, he went from restless to fear, from fear to numbness.

"We can't be so flamboyant!" he said. "Soon we'll be surrounded by all of London!"

The devil's voice was pleased: "And such good things? Does this deserve seven stars?"

Ian said frantically: "Damn! What are you going to do?"

"You are full of resentment, you have been persecuted and humiliated by the **** bureaucrats and ruthless superiors, and even your family, so despair and anger have ruled your brain, and you have vowed to take revenge on everything and let the rotten British government To be buried with you, how to attract the attention of the world? Of course, it is to make a huge news, such as kidnapping enough people and forcing all the media to focus on it.”

"Then declare the truth to the world."

The demon said with a smile: "So, let's find a popular attraction to play a big ticket, kidnap enough people, issue a desperate ultimatum, and frustrate all government efforts and actions."

Ian's scalp exploded, because in the eyes of the outside world, he did all this! There was no way to resist, and the other party didn't listen to his thoughts. He was desperate: "Why do you do this?"

The devil actually replied: "Of course, let them do nothing but incompetent rage against you."

Ian said in despair, "Is it any good for me to do this?"

"It's good - only then will they realize one thing."

"whats the matter?"

Kant's voice was calm and calm.

"Only the extraordinary... can deal with the extraordinary!"

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PS1: Update... The US election is coming! Watch a play, watch a play.