Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

The engine roared, the wind galloped, and the black sedan galloped down the wide street.

Vehicles and pedestrians on the road watched in horror as the rampaging car swooped in, windows down, and a pistol in one arm slammed into the sky.

"I'm Ian Crook! From MI5! Remember my name!"

"I am a persecuted fighter, I am a scapegoat who is about to be silenced by the government, I will fight for freedom, and I will reveal to the whole of England the truth that the government has concealed!"

His voice was surprisingly loud, full of tragic, angry, and fearless.

"We!shall!never!surrender!"

In front of the violent gunshots and the rushing cars, everyone obediently gave way and dodged, letting the official car with a special license plate gallop on A3212 Avenue, all the way to the south.

The communicator in the car sounded an exasperated shout: "Ian! What are you doing! We want to talk! Don't be impulsive! We can consider any request you have!"

"Go to hell, David!"

Ian's voice was unbridled and violent: "I won't believe your **** lies anymore! I'm going to reveal to the whole world what you've done! Reveal the cruel truth of the whole world!"

"Oh no! Damn it! You can't do that!"

"Then let's wait and see, old man!"

The entire military and police system in London is about to boil at this moment.

"FXCK-YOU! David! FXCK-YOU!" The golden retriever's roar resounded on the deputy director's phone again, "Fuck you! Fuck! Fuck!"

The old gentleman no longer had the calmness and composure he had before. His elegant aristocratic demeanor had long since gone to hell. He trembled: "Sir, we must control the situation, this is an unexpected situation!"

"Oh yes? You were telling me a few minutes ago, 'Sir, it's all under control', you lying old bastard, Welsh fucker!"

The Prime Minister roared: "You actually let a prisoner out of trouble and grabbed the car! Are you going to let the guys from Rockstar get the material on the spot!"

"Do you know where your headquarters is? One kilometer from the Houses of Parliament! Two kilometers from the Queen's house! One and a half kilometers from my house! God **** it!"

"You know what that means? It means he'll be at my door in a few minutes! And then? Am I sending the Ratmaster to reject the enemy?"

David took a deep breath: "Sir, please don't get excited, since the car accident, we have raised the security level by two levels, whether it is Parliament, No. 10 Downing Street or the Queen's side, our security force is extremely sufficient, There are also special combat members stationed..."

He gradually calmed down and regained his true colors as an intelligence giant: "Moreover, the tracker shows that Ian is heading south, which shows that his goal is not our political heart..."

"So? Is he going to buy fish cakes? 'Don't worry, I'm just going to get a takeaway and be back soon', are you going to wait for him to rush into the Queen's fence with dried salted fish in his mouth?"

"-prime minister!"

David stopped drinking and interrupted the chatter of the golden retriever on the phone. The old man said solemnly: "I'm out, Mr. Prime Minister, I'm to blame for what happened, but the main issue now is not to deprive me of my position, Throw me in jail, but deal with this emergency."

"Ian Crook has awakened superpowers, he must be full of anger and resentment, he has information that many people don't know, and he also has power beyond mortals, we don't know what he wants to do, and this The most terrifying - we have to do something!"

The Prime Minister said bitterly: "I have ordered the anti-terrorist unit..."

"—But Ian Crook is a member of MI5, a former student of mine, and only I know him!" David said solemnly, "And, he is no longer an ordinary agent, we must be precise, Fix it quickly and lethally, and the average counter-terrorist force may not be enough!"

"Then send the **** group of supernatural beings!"

"No, no."

The old man overruled the Prime Minister: "This is what I have to remind you - you can fire me now and take me into custody for dereliction of duty, but I have to remind you that you can't send superhuman beings who obey the government, you can't send them Against Ian Crook."

"Why?" the Prime Minister shouted, "Can't the superhumans we spend a lot of money and material training and training be able to beat even a guy who has just awakened? Then what use are they? They were even beaten by that Chinaman in Moyani. Pissed my pants! You guys…”

David was silent for a moment and said lightly: "Because Ian knows too much, and we can't let our superhuman know about the round table... Absolutely not."

The Prime Minister's voice stopped abruptly.

"Yes, we can't, Mr. Prime Minister." The old man whispered, "Our supernatural beings are recruited, trained, restrained and controlled by the government. We are wary of them and impose more restrictions on them. We use material to attract and Satisfy them, they're happy now, except for some complaints about privacy — but you know, they're not content, they just haven't seen anything better."

"When they know that there is such an organization that accepts, attracts and cultivates extraordinary people, the extraordinary people who join it have unimaginable wealth and power, enjoy the privileges of ancient aristocrats, and can even do whatever they want, just like gods, but we are There is no good way to take them, because the Round Table is rooted in England and inextricably linked with the real power class in this country..."

David said solemnly: "Then what will these extraordinary people who serve the government think? What will they do?"

"We have been avoiding the further expansion of the round table, we must ensure that we have a superhuman force in our hands that is only loyal to us, and we can always give them less than what the round table can give them, and the round table is not going to win over now They are just based on some kind of tacit understanding, consensus and balance.”

"And now, Ian Crook is afraid to make the truth of the superhuman public - we can't let him have any contact and communication with our superhuman."

"Do you understand, Mr. Prime Minister." He held the phone and looked at the gloomy sky outside the window, it was a really bad day, "We can't let our superhumans know that there are superhumans who belong to the round table who can brutally kill mortals without restraint. Have fun, do whatever you want.”

There was a long silence on the phone.

"So." The Prime Minister suppressed his anger, "What do you want to say?"

"Let the round table go, let the round table send their superhumans to kill Ian Crook." David said solemnly, "This matter was originally caused by the round table, and this is their responsibility."

He whispered: "Please negotiate with them as prime minister."

After a moment, the Prime Minister took a deep breath: "Curse you, Daveed, fuck—I'll give you one last chance, and the outcome of this matter will depend on whether you're going to be out in honor."

"As ordered, sir, thank you."

The phone hung up, and David sat back in his chair feebly, with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth.

No, now is not the time to despair.

He patted his face hard, looked at the computer, his expression became cold, and grabbed the phone on the side: "Tracking Ian's vehicle in real time, still focusing on shouting, contacting the anti-terrorist troops, and formulating a one-hit-kill countermeasure— Fuck the snipers! Let them use missiles and cannons!"

He made another phone call: "Go and get Ian's family - Fake squid! Do you want me to teach you how to get the prisoner's family to cooperate in persuading him to surrender? He has become an extremely vicious criminal, and he is about to serve the interests of England. Huge damage and shock, **** the rules! I'll ask you one last time, do you want Ian's wife and daughter to cry and shout at his husband to surrender, or just hang out on the streets with your family now and get food stamps Do you want your family and children to cry, or Ian's family?"

After David finished shouting, he hung up the phone and his eyes became fierce.

After being in the intelligence department for a long time, the sense of morality will become extremely indifferent, and people will become distorted. He is old, but not too old. Even if he is out, he can continue his life with the properties he has purchased over the years. — but all on the premise that this incident can be resolved decently.

When this matter is decent, you can be decent yourself.

Otherwise, the threat of the Prime Minister is not a lie, and he will become a victim of blame and anger like that **** Ian Crook-yes, now Ian has awakened his ability, broke through, and wants to make a big move, And he's faced with leadership responsibilities, how ridiculous.

Ten minutes ago, he was figuring out how to make Ian take all the blame.

But now, it was his turn.

-no way.

He looked gloomy and grabbed the phone for the third time: "Where is he now?"

"Shoot out! Target over the checkpoint, overrun the bridge police, over Vauxhall Bridge and heading across the Thames!"

The map of London immediately appeared in David's mind. Where the other end of Vauxhall Bridge leads to is the instinct of almost every MI5 personnel engraved on the DNA.

"MI6!"

"—Wow, this is considered a Holy Land Tour!"

Ian watched helplessly as he took a picture of the unremarkable Vauxhall Bridge with the tiny camera in his car, and the demons cheered with interest in his mind.

He just got numb from the panic and said, "What the **** are you talking about?"

Kant said happily: "This is the place where Marie Akai was fed by Belmod as a legitimate junior high school student!"

Ian exclaimed: "Huh?"

The British agent apparently had not seen the Japanese detective films, but he heard the roar of the Thames, the sound of the helicopter's engines from far and near, and the dark blue paint was clearly visible.

"AS365-N3 Dolphin Helicopter! It's Blue Thunder!"

He shouted: "Army Special Air Service is here!"

Blue Thunder belongs to the elite anti-terrorist unit of the 22nd Regiment of the Secret Service Air Service Regiment. It was established before the London Olympics. It has 70 members and is directly responsible to the Home Secretary. It is stationed in London and focuses on anti-terrorist missions.

"SAS?" Ian didn't expect the demon to be even more excited than him. "The old undead army? Oh yes, speaking of which I fought terror in London when I was a kid! I raced in the subway! !"

This time Ian understood, an American game, Call of Duty 8, he knew this because its London level reproduced the bombing in 2005, so that it encountered the opposition of the survivors and the restriction of the censorship department. It's also something that MI5 takes seriously - they're afraid that the game's London plot will provide some Irish people with some kind of "inspiration and motivation".

But the question is...

British soul shocked and disturbed: "Who the **** are you? How do you..."

- Demons actually play Yankee games too? as a child?

The demon gave a low smile: "Are you sure you want to know?"

Ian's soul trembled with fear.

While talking, the car had already whizzed past the bridge hundreds of meters, and the checkpoint at the other end had no way of resisting the hanging "Ian". The railing was broken as soon as it hit, and the policeman hiding behind the bunker was beaten so hard that he couldn't lift his head. , the bulletproof car firmly blocked the pistol's attack and sped away.

"No access to MI6 - MI6 security forces are preparing to pursue."

The incident happened suddenly, and the reaction time was too short - I drove over the Vauxhall Bridge from MI5, but it was more than a kilometer away, and it was full speed, and it would arrive in a few minutes, except for the SAS, which was always on standby and operated by helicopter. The police have not even received the information.

In the intelligence room of MI5, David looked gloomily at the map reality on the big screen. The staff were urgently analyzing, establishing an action model, communicating with various departments, and analyzing Ian Crook's next move, in order to intercept and block in advance.

"The target has rushed into the A203 road, heading south!"

David hurriedly said: "He said that if he wants to announce information to the world, he must use the power of the media, but the media is under our control and will not interview him. If he wants to announce the news, he can only threaten through coercion. We complied - like kidnapping civilians and negotiating with us."

"And, as a former employee of MI5, he knows our tactics and determination, and he will select important enough buildings, kidnap enough important people to threaten us, avoid some 'collateral damage', and let the whole of England I can't hide the news..."

The old man used his brain, touched his chin, and pondered: "I didn't choose the Queen's Palace, I didn't choose the Houses of Parliament, I didn't choose No. 5 Downing Street, he went south, away from our core political and business districts, and broke through Vauxhall. Erqiao comes to the South Bank, where does he want to go?"

After talking to himself, he ordered: "Retrieve immediately, the most conspicuous, most famous, and the most important buildings in this area! Then list them for me!"

As soon as he said this, he found that the intelligence officers did not act immediately, but turned their heads in unison and looked at him with very strange eyes, with a very subtle expression.

David was furious and roared like a lion: "I haven't been fired yet! What do you want to do?"

"Long...sir."

A director present whispered: "No need to search... The answer is obvious."

David glared, "What?"

The director snorted and replied, "American, American embassy."

The old man was stunned for a moment - isn't the US embassy in Grosvenor Square? Immediately after he reacted, the established old impression was not updated in real time, and the Yankees just moved not long ago!

Cold hairs stood up all over his body, and the old gentleman's face suddenly paled. He staggered back two steps, looking at the light spot on the big screen that was gradually approaching the US Embassy, ​​his expression was distorted and his voice was hoarse.

"Ian!"

He roared: "How! dare! you!"

"Oh, I saw it hastily! It's so **** cool!"

This is already Wandsworth, and the new US embassy is in sight.

The most expensive embassy in the world costing a billion dollars to renovate.

The modern cube building is very stylish. The whole building is surrounded by a half-moon moat. The main body of the building adopts an all-glass curtain wall. The transparent crystal cube attached to the glass curtain wall has the function of solar panels. The beautiful and special design is according to the designer. , which very aptly conveys the US government's foreign policy of "transparency, openness and equality" towards the UK.

Okay, it's very prismatic.

The moat, impact-resistant barriers, blast-resistant exterior walls, and the intricate interior structures and walkways that make up the security of the new embassy, ​​the overly modern design is so out of tune with the surrounding Georgian homes, so chic, so unique , so that at the beginning of the construction, it was unanimously welcomed, recognized and expected by the surrounding residents.

Everyone kindly expressed - **** your mother, will the terrorists come to bomb you will not affect me.

By the way, before the completion of the embassy, ​​Achuan said that he would come to cut the ribbon, but after the completion of the embassy, ​​he changed his mind, released the British pigeons, and explained the reason on Twitter.

The translation is—I pick, Osheri, the prodigal bastard, sold the old embassy’s inch of land and expensive house for cheap, and went to this lousy place to build a new one, and it cost Nima a billion dollars, and also Let Lao Tzu go to cut the ribbon? I shouldn't be the one who takes the blame, the Lord will not serve you!

The reason for the relocation is very simple, because the old house is really old and dilapidated, and the security pressure is very high. Isn't the attack coming?

"Ian" laughed wildly and stepped on the accelerator. In the distance, people could be seen fleeing, Humvees drove out, soldiers in military uniforms were urgently carrying sandbags, and some people even carried javelin rocket launchers.

The real Brit screamed in the soul world: "Fuck! Fuck! Why are you doing this! Don't choose here! That's the US embassy! They've all set up their machine guns!"

"What the **** is the U.S. military! I'm fighting the U.S. military!"

The demon shouted: "By the way, make a map in London!"

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PS1: Fuck, the general election is a lot of work. I have learned what I have learned. I can refer to the general election in the book.