Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

A well-known, prestige, and secretly powerful female ruler.

An empire with a long history and rich ancestors, but now it is in turmoil.

The declining national strength has been humiliated by the filial sons of the past, the national defense is in a mess, the finances are stretched, the political arena is full of corruption, and the funds of the navy have been misappropriated.

Now the new paper maker faces an even bigger threat.

The rebels were in chaos, and they attacked foreign embassies outrageously, causing an uproar in the court and the opposition.

However, the traditional forces hidden behind the temple have their own thoughts and other plans.

At the time of this crisis, Yue Zhongtang fought against the thieves and convicts, and fought against the traditional forces. However, the wily and powerful ministers had their own ideas.

To the staff, he shouted a strong voice like Qiu Zhongtang's dark speech.

"Use barbarians to defeat thieves!"

As soon as the telegram was sent, Biagang was photographed, and he was looking for the foreigner company to talk about it.

A bean knowledge, Biagang was once a British territory, and later became independent, but it is still a Commonwealth country, but it withdrew from the group a few years ago, and even the Queen does not serve.

By the way, several West African coastal countries, headed by Biagan, are now **** tourism destinations for middle-aged women in Europe and the United States—by the way, there is no more **** here.

It means that white aunts who are middle-aged, out of shape, with loose skin and wrinkles, but with stronger and stronger suction, will go to backward African countries to find local Nico guys who are **** sticks.

This game is very marketable, very popular, and has great business opportunities.

And here, the post from Jozhongtang was delivered to Jurban, and then there was no more text. The main problem is that AWSL is completely a leather bag company, and its African headquarters does not even have a front desk, while Jurban and Moyani have , they all said that the chief was not there, and Zhongtang asked the king for contact information, which also hit a soft nail.

So the Golden Retriever pinched its nose again and went to find the British troops stationed in Jurban. The John Bulls went to the Chinese camp to inquire, and they reported that they had not seen any trace of Kant's activities, nor did they find any contact information, but there was a special discovery. - They saw Chinese soldiers with grenade machine guns forcing three civilians, two men and one woman, to run in circles around the large playground. It looked very inhuman.

"When I need him, I disappear!"

Yue Zhongtang was furious and could do nothing. He did not have Kant's personal contact information - although he had such an idea, after all, maintaining communication can do something, but some rumors he heard made this proud golden retriever decisively chose to give up.

For example, he heard that the dessert president of Fabaixi obtained Kant's contact information through a certain channel in private, and wanted to ease the tension between Fabaixi and this Chinese extraordinary person through this kind of personal communication— He did succeed and got in touch with Kant.

However, it didn't take long for the two parties to establish contact, and President French Baixi received a large number of Chinese text messages from Chinaman, and asked a translator to translate, all of which were high-intensity milk jokes.

In the end, the President of Dessert was so humiliated that he blocked the Chinese guy in anger.

When Yue Zhongtang heard about this, apart from laughing for an hour, he dismissed the idea of ​​chatting with the Chinese boy privately, but the problem now is that they have no direct channel to contact Kant.

Only by... dismantling that.

Damn.

Yue Zhongtang sat on the chair for a few minutes and grabbed the hotline on the table.

"Mr. Prime Minister."

The Home Secretary next to him whispered: "Are you really looking for Kant? And through the Chinese government?"

The golden retriever said gloomily: "Why not? What else can I do?"

"Based on what we know about Kant, if Ian kills all the people in the US embassy, ​​then the Chinaman is probably not going to secretly applaud and show mercy. Furthermore, if he is curious about why Ian was forced to such a level, Ian told me frankly, I'm afraid we will also have trouble..."

A strange look appeared on Yue Zhongtang's face.

He said slowly: "This is not a problem. It took at least ten hours for Kant to arrive here from China. At that time, Ian had already left with the round table, and he had no chance to ask the details."

The Home Secretary froze for a moment.

He bent down slightly, confining the conversation to the secret between the two of them: "What about the round table? In my opinion, the round table would definitely not mind taking in this out-of-control superhuman who is quite hostile to the government. Those people are bloodthirsty. Life and moral indifference, I definitely don't care what Ian does. If we let the round table come forward, the round table will definitely bring Ian under his command without hesitation, and if Kant wants to kill Ian, he must confront the round table... Prime Minister My lord, I'm afraid..."

The Prime Minister looked up and glanced at the confidant minister of staff.

The two met eyes.

In Zhongtang's eyes, the Minister of the Interior saw the sinister edge that had been hidden for a long time.

"Could it be..." the golden retriever said lightly, "isn't that bad?"

In an instant, the Home Secretary closed his mouth, a look of horror flashed across his face, he looked left and right almost instinctively, staggered, took two steps back, and his lips were even shaking.

"This this…"

Yue Zhongtang got up slowly.

"Isn't that what England has been doing?"

There was an inexplicable light in his eyes, and his right hand was empty, as if he was holding a weapon passed down to him by the names of the previous kings.

named...

Shit stick.

"The round table is too strong." His voice was like a dream, very soft, as if he was afraid to wake up the target who knew nothing about it, "Kant is too strong."

At this moment, the phone was connected, and Yue Zhongtang's gloomy and stern expression suddenly turned into a smile: "Hi, friends in China, I know it's very late over there, but I have a presumptuous request..."

After saying a few words, he hung up the phone and glanced at the Home Secretary.

The Home Secretary bowed and stepped back until he reached the door and closed it.

Yue Zhongtang's hand touched another phone, hesitated, and picked it up.

"It's me, I know it's presumptuous and disturbing, but I have to talk to that one."

The Home Secretary was standing outside the door, soundproofed so he couldn't hear a single sound, but he knew who the Prime Minister was talking to, leaning against the door, eyes closed, and a cross on his chest.

At the embassy, ​​Kant received a call.

"what?"

He was shocked when he heard Sister Qin's statement in a strange tone: "This can make me wrap myself in? How can the heart of the British be so big? Please let me go to suppress the bandits?"

"of course not."

In a short period of time, domestic think tanks have already analyzed a wave—Yao Zhongtang thought that the demolition was only on the first floor, but in fact, the Chinaman was already on the fifth floor.

Qin Mengjin said: "The British Prime Minister negotiated with Ian and proposed to let him join the round table, which is just enough for you to draw out the round table organization - but when the Prime Minister and Ian were in a relationship with the snake, they asked you to go to suppress the bandits...Bah, please. Go and deal with Ian, that clearly puts you on the round table."

Kant smiled: "But I was going to meet the round table."

"It's different." Qin Mengjin said, "You haven't revealed your identity yet. Neither the Round Table nor Ying Lun know who is attacking and threatening them... Although we don't know much about the Round Table, we can be sure that it has a deep-rooted position in England and London. It is unwise to be openly hostile to such a secret organization with a long tradition and huge influence. Although you are not afraid, you cannot let your family be implicated."

"really."

Kant thought for a while: "I asked Ian to give England five minutes, and it would take me more than ten hours to set off from China to London. During this time, Ian had already run away with the round table, the golden retriever. Apparently trying to put me up against the round table... heh, a **** stick is a **** stick."

Qin Mengjin asked, "What are your plans?"

"It's all about the plan, and I asked Zhongtang to pay me to suppress the bandits. I want all the 1.8 million taels of silver and the recovered goods." Kant sneered, "He begged me to kill Ian, but he didn't ask me to go. What are your plans for the round table? Take advantage of these ten hours to smash the round table, and then 'I' will pick up the ready-made ones."

Qin Mengjin showed her true color. At this moment, a colleague handed over a note. She glanced at it and frowned: "There is another problem here."

"what is the problem?"

"It might be a little confusing, Kant."

Qin Mengjin frowned lightly: "Since you have been officially invited by the British, should we let the British side know that An Youyi is your friend's friend, and you have already learned about it?"

When Kant heard this, his expression changed: "Oh grass."

This is indeed a problem.

The golden retriever in Downing Street's idea was to make Kant and the round table fight. If he knew that An Youyi was Kant's friend, he would definitely try to influence the round table to kill An Youyi, then Kant and the round table would definitely be irreversible. , It must be a big fight - it doesn't matter if it is defeated, but An Youyi is dead.

But if you keep avoiding talking to the British side, then the British will think about it later, and I am afraid that everything will be linked together - for example, why there is an inexplicable and just right car accident, why there is a dying person in Ian Killing people all the way to the embassy to make trouble like a god, once the seeds of doubt are planted, it will almost inevitably lead to a result.

Kant pondered for a moment and said, "Don't tell them."

Qin Mengjin said hesitantly: "Then they will react later, maybe they will be even more hostile to you..."

"Is it not now?" Kant said lightly, "It makes no difference."

He thought about it and ordered, Ian on the top floor of the embassy fired a heavy machine gun and roared: "Five minutes have passed! This round table doesn't matter! Who do you want me to start killing from?"

"Don't be impulsive! Ian! I have already discussed with the round table!" Yue Zhongtang's voice sounded urgently, "They will come soon, and they will come to talk to you in person!"

"Don't try to do something small! The price of perfidy is something you can't afford!"

"Absolutely not! Don't worry! Absolutely not!"

The golden retriever instructed the director of MI5 to hold this Ian, and picked up the phone again. He got a number, the call was connected, and he put on an enthusiastic smile: "Hey, is it Kant? I'm..."

"Hello, Mr. Prime Minister, this is AWSL China Branch." The sweet female voice was sweet and soft, "Your intention, our chairman, Mr. Kang, already knows."

Damn, I, the Prime Minister of England looking for you Kant, can only call the front desk?

The blue veins on the golden retriever's forehead burst, and he tried his best to suppress the anxiety and anger in his heart, making his tone as elegant and calm as possible: "I hope to have a dialogue with Mr. Kant right away..."

"Sorry, I may have to ask you to wait a moment."

"why?"

"Our chairman said he saw it on Twitter and guessed that you must be in a hurry, so he called an emergency company meeting to discuss with company management how to blackmail you."

…Hold!

Yue Zhongtang was full of anger, what a scorn, and what a shameless reason for the scorn, and what is even more shameless is that he actually said it publicly!

After all, he is a politician, and he still has the basic training and control. He took a deep breath and said solemnly: "This is not a joke, it is about the safety of more than a thousand innocent lives, and even the peace and stability of the entire world. , I ask Mr. Kant, in the spirit of humanitarianism, as soon as possible..."

"Mr. Kant said, 'We are the dragons of the East, specializing in bad things, don't know what a humanitarian spirit is, like we've never been to places like Iraq and Syria to defend peace'..."

The female voice was still calm, melodious and elegant, with a very standard broadcast accent, but on this occasion, every word was sarcastic: "By the way, Mr. Kant would like to ask whether the British government will provide the AWSL UK branch with The tax-free policy of 1999, whether AWSL companies are welcome to invest in the UK, whether they are willing to work with AWSL to embrace free trade and focus on industrial development…”

The roar of His Excellency the Prime Minister resounded again in Number 10 Downing Street.

And the sky is getting darker.

At the beginning of the lights in London, traffic jams started everywhere.

Tonight, the eyes of the entire city are destined to be attracted by Jiuyu District.

—Although the British government blocked all wireless signals in this area, it was actually too late. Besides, the people still have cars, legs and mouths, and the American embassy is so conspicuous, so ostentatious and so hated, and now it is being ganged up by bandits. It was robbed, of course, it was very heartwarming, and was enthusiastically sung by the people.

From Ian's escape from MI5, to racing into the embassy, ​​to capturing the ambassador to the UK, a storm that swept the world was brewing for nearly an hour.

There was chaos on the Internet, people were whispering, and reporters and self-media were shooting wildly at the commanding heights with long guns and short cannons. This was simply the most eye-catching big news, and they were all waiting for the follow-up results.

London's Metropolitan Police, the UK's national police headquarters, was less than a kilometer from the US embassy in a straight line, and the lights were bright at this time.

Most of the police were dispatched in full against the fury and anger of their superiors. After all, what happened tonight was really big, but some clerks and officials remained at headquarters to send and receive orders, process documents, and convey messages—of course, and A secret mission.

"It's alright, it'll be alright... They'll be coming to pick us up soon."

In a waiting room with heating on, a few frightened people sat together and comforted each other. They were members of the "Save All Victims" organization. They encountered a terrible thing today - looking for clues, looking for last night The kidnapped girl broke into a horrific murder scene, was arrested by the armed forces who rushed in, and then suffered a car accident near the Palace of Westminster...

After the incident, they were escorted to the headquarters of the Metropolitan Police and received simple wound treatment and questioning. The police refused to let them leave without any reason or reason.

"What are they going to do with us? Who can we trust?"

Men and women hugging and cuddling, going through what happened during the day, they can no longer trust the institutions of government in this country - what would have happened to them now, who would have been if they had not been found out by this car accident Don't even think about it.

A man looked at the woman curled up alone and tried to stretch out his hand: "Sarana..."

The woman's body was shocked and jumped up in horror. The man withdrew his hand in embarrassment, and the woman sat down slowly and whispered, "...Sorry."

"It's okay...I mean, are you okay?"

There was concern in the man's tone - when she went to the hideout of the Viking skeleton during the day, Sarana volunteered to play the front line, trying to sneak in and listen for news. According to the agreement, they followed far behind. Immediately set off to rescue, and be ready to call the police at any time.

Then they heard Sarana's terrified screams, but when they set out to rescue, they were arrested and taken into custody by the militants who arrived later and stuffed into the car-they did not see Sarana from beginning to end, and they were terrified along the way. Worry again, and even guess that this brave and strong companion has suffered an accident.

But after the accident, the police came and rescued their companions from another overturned vehicle - Sarana was actually packed in a car full of body bags, and it was impossible to imagine that the group of beasts wanted to What to do to her...and she looks terrified too.

"I...I'm fine."

Sharana was covered with a thin blanket, and she smiled reluctantly, but her haggard look and thin face did not reveal much smile - since she joined the feminist organization, her companions seldom saw this The silent companion laughed, and she seemed to have endless thoughts.

She looked at her companion who hesitated to speak: "Ren, is there anything else you can do?"

"Actually... it does." Ren said hesitantly, "no offense, just curious, Sarana, how did you know there were clues in that place?"

Last night, two Chinese girls were kidnapped. They were related to Viking skeletons. This is Sarana's exclusive information. It is said that it came from a secret informant. When it comes to such a thing... think about it carefully, this incident is suspicious from beginning to end.

Sarana noticed the strange expressions of her companions and smiled bitterly: "I..."

Just then, the door was pushed open.

A police officer walked in, and several women's rights activists jumped up and started talking.

"Why did you keep us here?"

"When can we see a lawyer?"

"I want to talk to my family on the phone!"

"Give us back all our personal belongings!"

"—Okay, ladies and gentlemen, please be quiet." The police officer spread his hands helplessly. "You can leave soon, but before that, you must sign a non-disclosure agreement—for the benefit of the country. Also, Miss Sarana, the police want to ask you some questions individually."

A fat woman stopped Sarana behind her: "Why? She's tired!"

"We can wait for her to recover," the officer said, "but you have to wait."

"It's just..."

"It's okay," Sarana whispered, "Where do we start?"

The officer turned sideways and made a please gesture.

Sharana smiled at her companions, followed the officer out of the room, and said suddenly, "Theoretically, they can go home now, right?"

"Yes, ma'am, all I need is a nondisclosure agreement."

The woman stopped talking, but finally turned her head to look at her friends and smiled.

She followed behind the police officer and walked through the long corridor. Most of the police force was dispatched to the embassy to maintain order. The icy corridor was empty, and only the sound of silent footsteps echoed.

The monitor faithfully recorded this scene and fed it back to the screen. A gray-haired police officer threw away the cigarette **** in his hand and exhaled a smoke ring: "Some people's tastes are really unimaginable."

He looked at a file in his hand, the photo of Sarana was pressed under the paperclip, the woman's eyes were empty and numb, like a piece of living meat, the content of the file was densely packed, many of which had been altered.

The officer sighed and turned on the paper shredder beside him.

The machine was running, he turned his head to look at the computer in the monitoring room, mobilized the video content of Sarana walking through the corridor in the surveillance camera just now, saved the clip, and clicked to send it to the technical department.

"P off."

In the darkness, one kilometer away, an Aston Martin stopped by the side of the road. The person in the car looked down at the phone and let out an inexplicable smile.

He opened the car door and looked at the brightly lit embassy.

"In Chinese words." He smiled: "Three happy things, come to the door together."

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PS1: Update...what a bummer, fast forward to Ivanka to the P station.