Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

When the US ambassador to the UK, Robert Woody Johnson, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor of the embassy and watched a black car rush through the sandbags and barricades in front of the embassy, ​​he couldn't help thinking of the sunny New York days a few years ago. the distant afternoon.

It was at the New York Metropolitan Stadium, the home of the well-known New York Jets in the United States. As the team's owner, he watched his own team's games there.

He still remembered Adams' fierce scramble in that game, defending passes from deep areas, and shuttled all over the field, just like this BMW that rushed into the embassy, ​​fierce and fast.

Still black.

At that time, his good friend, Donald Achuan, was sitting beside him.

They are good friends with similar smells. They have been like this since they were young. They make money and **** together. After they cheered for the wonderful score together, Ah Chuan put down the Diet Coke in his hand and said in a serious tone: "Hey, buddy, I want to run for president. , can you help me?"

He still remembered Ah Chuan's expression at that time, serious and focused, with flames burning in his eyes.

So Woody said, "Cool, man, let's get to work."

As a traditional supporter of the Republican Party, Woody was previously Abramovich's campaign treasurer, and now he supports Achuan and launched a huge fundraising campaign for him.

He held a key position on the winning committee and was a member of Achuan's inaugural committee, and along with other tycoon friends, he carried his lustful, bad and greedy buddy all the way to the White House.

A few months after Achuan entered the White House, Woody, a longtime hero, was nominated as ambassador to the UK.

Don't get me wrong, this is not a bribery and money-power deal, but a legal act like political donations. It's an American tradition that an elected president provides big donors and major supporters , don't ask, ask is democracy and freedom.

So he came to London.

- As for how a billionaire with a lot of money went to the UK and became a diplomat? What kind of spirit is this? This is not well known, maybe after Ah Chuan explained the proposal and decision to him, Mr. Woody chanted a slogan that he wanted MAGA too.

We only know that the ambassador was indeed working for American interests, such as writing articles in newspapers calling on Britons to embrace free trade and accept chlorine-washed chicken and hormone-laden beef from Murray farms—probably out of hardship and out of money The traitorous herdsman in Murray begged him in tears, the chicken and cattle were unsalable, help us.

Another example is that he once communicated with the British government whether it is possible to transfer the venue of the British Open Golf Championship to the Turnberry Hotel in Scotland - that hotel has beautiful scenery and a good environment, which is very suitable. The owner is Donald Achuan. Just a coincidence.

All in all, his experience in the UK was indeed a happy and fulfilling one. Seeing these desolate nobles who cling to their old pride and face their shriveled appearances that dare not speak out, really made this business tycoon happy. Life in England is indeed as Achuan promised, colorful, elegant and leisurely, and absolutely safe. It is really a first-class fat man.

... shit!

"Sir! The line of defense has been breached!"

The defense line composed of the fourth-class two-legged multi-purpose combat livestock of the US military responsible for guarding the embassy was smashed by a shock. These Ma Run were incompetently holding up the Christmas tree and frantically outputting against the buttocks of the car, and the thunder-like loud noise had shaken the entire building. , because the car had already rushed into the lobby.

"Fire! Fire!"

The guards raised their guns to shoot, but as the smoke dispersed, a black shadow leaped over, and a Ma Run was caught and thrown at the wall, hitting the giant government badge on the stone wall.

With a loud bang, the poor fourth class fell to the ground from a height of at least three or four meters and struggled in pain, while the icy badge sculpture symbolizing the US government stood as before, the bald eagle looked sternly sideways, its two claws grasped the olive branch and the Arrows, which symbolize the power to decide peace and war.

But today, it is no longer them who decide war and peace.

Screams rang out, and a harsh alarm sounded throughout the embassy. The crashed car caught fire and the black smoke spread. The Ma Runs rushed in desperately. However, the hidden attackers had already exposed their sharp fangs. Run suddenly heard the wind whistling above his head, looked up, and saw a black shadow falling from the sky.

"Ian" directly trampled that Ma Run to the ground, slashed the neck with a palm, and the Marines on the side quickly raised their guns. He opened fire brazenly with a gun, hit the opponent's thigh, and then returned to the elbow to attack, hitting another Ma Run in the chest.

The huge force broke through the bulletproof plate and rushed towards, knocking the guy who wanted to grab Ian from the back into the transparent glass curtain wall, and the whole person instantly fell softly.

Then the "rebellious MI5" kicked Ma Run, who was shot in the thigh, stunned, and grabbed the fourth-class person who had fallen to the ground and fainted in front of him. The superhuman bunts, Ma Run and the others were startled instinctively when they saw the attackers holding up their comrades rushing back all the way.

After a long period of peace, the weapons and equipment were slack. These Ma Runs had never even fought in a public security battle, and would not have the consciousness to shoot his teammates together with the enemy. The powerful assault rifles became a burden, and in an instant, the outcome was already lost. The decision, the mechanical exoskeleton transmission, Ian's arm vibrated, and the Ma Runfei was thrown out.

Then this cover, rushing like a wolf.

In the face of this never imagined enemy, Ma Run was at a loss. Although during World War II, in order to deal with the Japanese army's bayonet charge, American imperial officers also taught their soldiers their own melee martial arts, namely revolvers and guns. Shotgun, but now this kind of enemy is much more powerful than the little devil.

Red deer and wolf, can this be the same?

"Ian" has already rushed into the enemy group, punching and kicking, grabbing the Christmas tree **** and punching, standing in front of him, his hands and feet are broken, and the desperate sound of gunfire cannot save these guards.

The last soldier triggered the execution animation and was caught and thrown directly into the half-moon moat of the embassy.

"It's done."

Ian glanced at the confused Ma Runs, reached out and lifted up an M2 old godmother standing in front of the door, holding a long bullet chain, and rushed back to the embassy very Rambo.

"Weld the door."

Black fire appeared in Ian's left hand: "No one wants to get out of the car today."

Taking a detour, closing the door, smashing the elevator, and scrambling, Ian made his way up the embassy's sleek, sci-fi glass staircase.

"Everyone is lying on the ground! Don't move! I have no intention of hurting you. I was persecuted by the British government. I want to reveal the truth to the world. I want to fight to the death for my family!"

"I'm Ian Crook! Remember me!"

The impassioned voice vibrated on every floor, and Ian rushed up with a heavy machine gun at a speed and physical strength that surpassed the human limit. This is really a cool modern fairy tale.

"Oh shit, the decoration is really good."

Kant did not follow up, but witnessed everything around him through Iron Son's camera feedback.

There are gardens on each floor of the building, which symbolize the different geographical features of the United States. The cacti in the Arizona canyon area, the steel beams of the redwood trees in the Pacific Forest area, tall grasses and various wildflowers are typical plants shared by the United Kingdom and the United States. The solar sail adjusts the intensity of the sunlight, and the light inside the building is warm and appropriate.

It is said that with the solar panels on the building's surface alone, the building can operate on its own in the event of long-term power outages - except for the aesthetically trendy appearance, this place can be said to be quite awesome.

"very good."

Kant said while watching: "Be careful, don't break my house."

As Horus controlled Ian along the twisted walkway, he said, "How did it become your house? Do you have any ideas?"

Kant smiled. "A bold idea, of course—but for now, let's find the ambassador."

"Emergency! Emergency!"

The order of the security department was out of breath. This was an unprecedented event. The intruder did not bring a bomb, but a terrifying warrior with amazing combat power. He even single-handedly destroyed the marine guard here, and went all the way to the top floor. !

They asked for help from the British: "His target is likely to be the ambassador! We are recruiting volunteers to intercept! But the results will not be very good! We need your help! Now!"

And the rich ambassador had already hid under the desk, and shouted with a pale face: "Go and invite SAS!"

- The British are totally crazy!

David had already felt the real desperation. The phone kept ringing, and the various London departments called MI5 one after another. The director's expression was so gloomy that it seemed like a rainy day, and the agent who served the government during the Cold War had nothing to do. .

He never thought things would turn out like this.

The first was an accident, and the second was an even bigger accident. The students who were abandoned and blamed in the plan suddenly awakened the power of the superhuman. With endless anger, they showed astonishing combat power and action ability. England was in a very dangerous situation.

The cliff is at the foot.

There were no more frantic rants and gaffes on the Prime Minister's phone.

The Golden Retriever's anger has been reduced to hysterical calm.

"negotiation!"

This is an order from the highest authority.

"Negotiate with him! Never let anything bad happen!"

The cold sweat on David's palms was very cold.

He knew why - Ian had taken the most crucial step.

That nasty betrayer wanted to reveal the secrets of the Round Table and the Extraordinary to the world, so he made a big move, kidnapped a landmark building hostage, forced the government to make concessions, and got the media to tell his voice - and honestly, this approach , is not indecipherable.

As long as you are ruthless, as long as you pay enough "additional damage", that's all.

What David wants to avoid is to be the bearer and responsible for those "collateral damage", which is one of the reasons why he persuaded the Prime Minister to invite the round table to intervene.

- He also has a tacit agreement with the Round Table.

But now, these fears are no longer necessary.

Because Ian chose a location where no "collateral damage" would be tolerated.

U.S. Embassy.

It was theoretically Murray Land, with over eight hundred employees, and no less than that number of daily visitors...over a thousand, most of them Americans.

And the U.S. ambassador.

When the news was confirmed, the entire British political scene shook.

They couldn't imagine the horrific impact of Ian's heavy-duty machine gun firing in the US embassy, ​​especially since this damned terrorist was a former MI5 employee who was cornered by the bureaucracy's inherent rule of blaming the blame. Give it a go…

If this kind of **** happens on weekdays, even if the trouble can't end, just throw the blame on Eruasha and it's over.

But in this matter, the British have no courage to throw the blame.

"Encircle the embassy! Interrupt all network signals in this area! All counter-terrorist forces stand by and take commanding heights, but no attack of any kind is allowed unless Downing Street personally orders it!"

The parliament held an emergency meeting, the golden retriever's roar echoed from No. 10 Downing Street, the MI5 was raining continuously, the MI6 was working with laughter, and the entire Jiuyu District was about to come.

Five minutes later, MI5's phone rang, and the caller ID was the US embassy.

David closed his eyes feebly.

"Ian," he murmured. "Damn it, Ian."

The current situation is no longer under the control of his deputy chief, but he has to answer the call, and the call is forwarded to various departments at the same time. The most destructive terrorist in London's history has completed his initial crime, He is about to execute his blackmail, blackmail and coercion.

But... only negotiation.

After a while, David answered the phone with everyone watching: "...hello."

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!"

The screams startled the Prime Minister, the Intelligence Service, the Home Secretary and the commanders of the various services. The most powerful people in Britain covered their faces and clenched their fists.

That voice belonged to the American ambassador, the rich owner of that football team.

"Mother Zefak! Daveed! Did you hear it? England! Did you hear it!"

Ian's resentful and happy voice sounded: "You incompetents, the little beach that eats scraps behind the Murrays! Betrayed the glory of England for your own interests! You let this great country be covered by it. Shame! Now! How is it now? Are you ready to face the wrath of your master?"

"calm down."

Under the director's gloomy gaze, David had to humbly: "I apologize for what I did to you before, Ian, everything is my fault, it's my selfishness and greed that led to the current result, I'm willing to do it At any cost, even life - I just ask you not to question your country, it was only me who was at fault, England is innocent..."

He whispered: "Don't be so impulsive, okay? If you do this, there will be no winners, everyone will lose a lot, and we have a better way to solve the problem..."

"Yeah, David, you always say that, the brave agent of the past has become a shameful bureaucrat, full of lies, you said before that there is a better solution, but waiting for me is the shooting of the agent, I should How can I stop believing your nonsense? No, no!"

He roared: "I have seen my end! Even if I reach a so-called consensus with you and surrender, I will be punished and punished by you in the near future, and my family will not be spared either, instead of dying like this , it is better to die with more honor!"

"It's not an honor at all!"

"No! This is!" Ian laughed wildly, "Death that is remembered by the world is of course an honor!"

He laughed hoarsely, then his voice became calm in an instant, he said gloomily: "Now, the .50 muzzle of an M2 heavy machine gun is five centimeters next to the ambassador's head, and his head will turn into a puddle at any time. Rotten meat, and this building will be surrounded by flames."

"Night is coming, David, and all your Excellencies listening to this conversation, if you don't want the whole of London to see the big torch burning in the night, and don't want these thousand people to become the fuel of the torch, Then agree to my terms."

"BCC, The Sun, The Mirror, The Daily Mail...all the national media, I want their reporters to come into the embassy, ​​interview me, and broadcast the interview to the world, promise Under this condition, no one will be hurt again.”

David took a deep breath: "What do you want to say to the world?"

"Uncover what you've been hiding and tell the world the truth - tell the people of the UK what you've done! You've done everything possible to cover up your mistakes, so that the dead will never see the light of day, and I'll have to bear the burden. This unexpected responsibility! Not only that, but you dare to touch my family!"

Ian Crook growled: "I'm going to make you pay!"

Those who deserved to hear the conversation were furious, but... fear spread.

"Don't let him do this!"

"Humanity is not ready!"

"Stop him!"

"But the ambassador is in his hands!"

"If he kills hostages, how should we handle and deal with the waves that are bound to shock the world? How are we supposed to gain the understanding and understanding of our allies? Don't forget what a greedy, shrewd and face-saving guy across the Atlantic is! How much will it cost to satisfy him?"

"That's better than agreeing to his terms!"

"We have to make a decision now! Otherwise, it's really hard to end this matter!"

Consensus is difficult to achieve with noisy discussions - no, there is consensus.

That is to hold him before thinking of ways and countermeasures.

"Don't try to delay me, don't forget that I'm from MI5 and I've been through negotiation more than once! I know how you guys do it!"

Ian said coldly: "I'll give you five minutes, and I'll have the result in five minutes - don't force me, or I'll have to kill someone every once in a while!"

"—Wait a minute!"

At this moment, a voice that did not belong to David came from the receiver.

"Mr. Crook, it's me." The Prime Minister's voice sounded calmly. "Gentlemen of the intelligence department, make sure that the following conversation can only be heard by officials of the highest secrecy level. Clear the scene now."

After a few moments of silence, another voice sounded: "Clearing is over, sir."

"Ian, Ian, I can understand your anger, I hate the **** bureaucracy too, but it's not the best outcome, you are innocent, you have a great future, a beautiful wife and lovely daughter, You shouldn't die like this, things shouldn't end like this... we can talk."

"Nothing to talk about, sir, I don't trust you."

"No, you can believe it," said the Prime Minister, after a moment of silence, "I understand your concern that after we have reached an agreement, you and your family will be dealt with after the fact - that is, if we deal with you Can you talk to us about this concern?"

Ian obviously hesitated: "Huh?"

The Prime Minister was silent for a while, and then said lightly: "There is a way - you don't have to worry about our retaliation, which is enough to make you give up your current radical plan."

"What way?"

The golden retriever took a deep breath: "You can... join the round table."

There were different sounds of consternation on the phone, and David said loudly: "Mr. Prime Minister, this..."

"Shut up, you bastard!" the Prime Minister angrily said, "From now on you will be dismissed, arrested immediately, put on trial - Ian, I will make this old man pay."

Ian didn't speak.

"Think about it, Ian, you know who they are, you know their privilege and power, you become like them so you can enjoy what they have - you're pushing England to the bottom of it. In the abyss, you and your wife and daughter also died in agony under our violent revenge, or will everyone live in peace and you and your wife and daughter can continue to live happily?"

These words obviously hit Ian's defense. He was silent for a long time, then waved: "How should I trust you? I believe that you and the round table will not collude?"

The Prime Minister exclaimed: "Come on, Ian, you are extraordinary, you should know how precious you are, and if you hadn't completely distrusted us, I would have even wanted to recruit you to work for us... Don't underestimate your worth, Ian Well, you and your family deserve a better life."

Silence, long silence.

Then, Ian said silently: "I don't believe you - I want to talk to the people at the round table."

The Prime Minister was visibly relieved: "No problem, Ian, no problem at all, we'll be back soon."

The communication was cut off. At No. 10 Downing Street, the Golden Retriever rubbed his messy hair, his expression became gloomy, and the minister beside him hesitated, "Sir, are we really going to push this terrorist to the round table?"

"Of course not." The golden retriever said sullenly, "—we're going to kill him."

"But..." the minister whispered, "We can't send our country's extraordinary people, the special forces have no absolute certainty, and the round table probably won't cooperate like this..."

"Then hire someone who can absolutely kill him!"

The golden retriever's eyes flashed with anger: "Get me AWSL company!"

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PS1: Update... There are surprisingly many sensitive words today, it took a long time to adjust, and how the **** the Nevada count is slower than I wrote it, fast forward to the American Civil War!