Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

As night fell, the Jiuyu District was brightly lit. The U.S. Embassy was surrounded by police and anti-terrorist troops.

On the periphery of the defense line, a large number of people are frantically eating melons.

Although it was not the first time the embassy was besieged, for example, after a black man knelt to death in the U.S. empire and caused a riot, the British people who love equality and democracy gathered in front of the embassy to protest and shout slogans, but thousands of people How can the feeble and sparse shouting be compared to the roar of voices and gongs and drums, everyone is full of energy and every face is beaming.

Blacks and whites smile and high-five, Middle Easterners share popcorn with Filipinos, and even whites from England are discussing this kind of inside story with the French people who come running. In a word, the great United States of America, with its unique national charm, Promote the great unity of the people of the world.

One world, one joy.

Countless faces, different races and nationalities, and even languages ​​don't have to be communicated, just inadvertently looking at each other and involuntarily showing a bright smile, the joy of human beings can be communicated accordingly.

Tonight, the smile was given two meanings.

—Dude, you also come to see the fun.

—Mei Di, you **** have today too.

Human happiness is so simple and pure.

The world has been bitter and beautiful for a long time.

Moreover, the British people have been living under the shadow of terrorist attacks all these years. They were bombarded by Irish people in the early years, and now they are bombarded by people in the Middle East. "The British people all remembered happy things.

"You're famous."

In the ambassador's office on the top floor of the embassy, ​​"Ian" is using his mobile phone to swipe on Twitter. Although the UK has cut off the network signal in the area, he can still log in to the Internet through the internal network.

This mobile phone belongs to Woody, the US ambassador to the UK. The prisoner is a billionaire and Trump's sponsor and friend. There is even Achuan's private number on the mobile phone.

After seeing this, Kant immediately instructed Horus to send a message to the personal mobile phone of the US President: "Achuan! Let's go to the Lolita flight!"

He then posted a post on the ambassador's Twitter account.

"Retweeted this tweet more than 100,000 times, and I will disclose the nasty chat content of Ambassador Woody in the UK and US President Achuan and the photo records of whoring together!"

Three minutes later, the anger across the ocean turned into a roar on Twitter.

"FAKE-NEWS!"

It didn't take long for the ambassador's account to be hacked by Twitter.

While happily fanning the flames, Kant's voice echoed in Ian's ears: "Yeah, you're famous, your name is being circulated all over Twitter, and a lot of people have taken pictures of you."

Ian had already seen it. After all, after rushing out of MI5 headquarters, he yelled, fired into the sky, and even shouted his name. The pedestrians and drivers on the road heard it, and the news was spread first. , In other words, the British government did not stop the spread of news at all.

The policies of the cybersecurity and intelligence services are precise and careful—they focus on preventing and focusing on superpowers, and the more discussion of the rest, the better.

They are eager for the media and the public to dig up Ian's experience and life. They even guide the public to discuss why an MI5 agent has such exaggerated combat effectiveness, and related stalks have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain. Some are amazed that 007 is actually a documentary film Yes, there are emojis made to mock Fella of the US Marine Corps. After all, it is the era of entertainment to death.

While making fun of MI6, netizens discussed Ian's motives, made up the plot of a commercial blockbuster, and even speculated about the reaction of the US emperor - as for the story behind it, no one cares.

With this kind of fuel, Ian Crook's name has rushed to the top of the hot search.

Relevant tweets, news and discussions are all watched by Ian.

He didn't even have the strength to despair.

A few hours ago, he was a senior official of MI5. He had his own happy family, a smooth career, and a respectable social status. He was both self-confident and content, and he loved his current life and work. of his country and considered himself a defender of Scottish glory.

But in an instant, the world turned upside down.

Suffering a terrible accident, the secret operation is exposed to the public, he is made a scapegoat and almost loses everything he has, in a moment of despair, the devil descends and saves his life, but also takes control of his body, he Like a walking corpse, staring helplessly at the whispers of the demons who obey him in the dark, grabbing guns to kill people, rushing out of MI5, running into the US embassy, ​​kidnapping the ambassador...

Step by step.

Kidnapping the ambassador, making a big noise, insulting the boss, threatening the prime minister, now everyone knows that the people outside and people from all over the Internet know who is responsible for all this.

In a matter of hours, he went from fugitive to world-renowned terrorist.

He didn't even know what the devil was doing.

He pleaded, but the other party ignored it and struggled, but in exchange for more brutal repression, he wanted to resist the brutality of the other party, but it was useless. Sometimes he felt that it was a nightmare, and sometimes he felt that he had It's better to drown in that sink, but the reality is that he can't even die, the other party doesn't care about his protests, he doesn't ask for his opinion, and he doesn't care about his life.

He said numbly: "Why are you doing this to me?"

The devil smiled and said, "What's wrong with you? Not only do you have superpowers, but you are also famous. People all over the world regard you as a hero. I don't know how many British people think you are super awesome. You have done such a thing in your life. It's not a big deal, and terrorists all over the world should call themselves experts."

All thoughts were lost, and he could not control his body. Ian achieved a sense of staying out of the way and watching from the sidelines. After he calmed down, his thinking was much more sensitive than before, and he jumped out of the shackles of the body. He was able to calmly and objectively think about the causes and consequences. Understandable, inexplicable coincidence.

"The car accident at the Palace of Westminster..." he murmured. "Did you do it?"

The demon smiled playfully.

Ian suddenly became furious: "You devil! You really are not at ease! Look at what you have done! You ruined my life! My innocent family will also be implicated!"

The turbulent emotions turned into rolling rage, but it was useless.

The devil's tone did not fluctuate.

He said, "Oh."

Ian was stunned for a moment, and then his rage doubled. He resented that this horrible and inexplicable demon had ruined his life, but the greater anger was that he didn't care about it.

He was furious like crazy, but no matter how he roared, he couldn't hurt the demon in the slightest. After venting, there was a sense of despair, and his tone was almost choked.

"I...my wife, my daughter, they're innocent, they don't know anything, I'm only thirty-five years old, I've been studying hard since I was a child, I've been working hard, I..."

The demon said lightly, "Who-care."

Ian let out a howl of a beast, but it eventually turned into a whimper of despair.

He has realized that the other party is a pure devil, there is no human morality, and moral condemnation cannot touch the slightest bit of the other party's conscience, he is so helpless, so pitiful, no one listens to his help, no one can help him, even until If he dies, no one will know his story and difficulties - they will only know that an executioner named Ian Crook did it all.

He was insane, so he deserved to die.

The Englishman murmured: "Why? Why me? Why did you do this to me?"

"That's the question."

The demon said indifferently: "You figured out the answer yourself, maybe there is still salvation."

Ian was startled.

Immediately afterwards, "Ian" logged into his Twitter account with his mobile phone, the number of followers increased rapidly, and the number of replies to previous tweets also increased, and he sent a tweet.

"Hi everyone, I'm Ian, and the great Mr. Woody is lying on the table like the blonde he **** in Trump Tower, and now an m2 machine gun has held up Mr. Ambassador's back door, .50 caliber, with the residual temperature of gunpowder burning, every time the number of comments exceeds 500, this heavy machine gun will advance one millimeter, do you think this idea is very cool?"

The number of comments has grown visible to the naked eye, and the replies that have been pushed to the top line are full of joy.

"I-love-you, man," wrote the buddy whose nationality was Iruak, "just-do-it!"

This was followed by another tweet from "Ian": "Long Live Irish Independence! Long Live Scottish Independence!"

When he was about to send the third article, the exasperated Prime Minister called: "stop! Ian! This is not what we agreed on! We are trying our best to suppress the influence, you can't do this!"

"Of course not, Mr Prime Minister, I suddenly changed my mind."

Yue Zhongtang was stunned for a moment, then said angrily, "What? What the **** are you talking about?"

"Ian" said coldly: "To be honest, I don't believe in you, and I don't believe in the round table very much. You said that the round table would accept me, but there is no evidence... I need a promise."

"What tricks are you going to play?"

Yue Zhongtang was maddened by AWSL's customer service, and took anger from the round table, and now he is being targeted by Ian, as if the whole world is bullying him, how can he bear it?

He said sharply: "Ian, the way MI5 treats you is indeed wrong. This is our mistake. I apologize for this, and I am willing to seek your forgiveness, but you must understand the current situation!"

"- Now I am contacting the round table and instructing various departments to formulate plans and eliminate the impact, and fight for a way for you and your family to survive. You should be grateful to me! I am the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom and one of the most powerful people in this country! What gave you the illusion that you could bargain with me!?"

"Ian" sneered: "Politicians' benevolence is the most false joke, your rhetoric is the most unbelievable, sir, don't forget where I work..."

"And, I can indeed bargain with you."

Yue Zhongtang laughed angrily, and lowered his voice: "Don't think you can disrespect me so much by joining the round table... Ian, the round table is not omnipotent."

"I don't have that illusion, but now, Prime Minister, I can do whatever I want."

"Ian" said lightly: "For example, if I announce now, I can release the American ambassador, I can release everyone in the embassy, ​​I will not hurt anyone, I will surrender unconditionally, only need the British government to agree I have one condition - otherwise I will kill immediately."

"None of the Americans in the embassy want to live."

"The biggest terrorist attack of this century will take place in London tonight, an eternal shame that will shake the world, affect British and American diplomatic relations, reduce Britain's international prestige, and bring you shame."

"how do you feel?"

Yue Zhongtang gritted his teeth when he heard it: "...what conditions?"

"Ian" replied: "Photojournalism, media documentation, global live broadcast..."

The golden retriever said flatly: "Don't even think about it! It is the consensus of governments of all countries to conceal the extraordinary event, and the United States is no exception! We all know which of the more than 1,000 lives or the extraordinary exposure has a greater impact!"

"No, you're mistaken, it's not a live broadcast announcing the existence of supernatural forces."

"What's the live broadcast then?"

"Ian" said indifferently: "Live broadcast you are **** sheep, a Welsh wild goat, you want a male."

"…"

"…"

The atmosphere was suddenly quiet.

The next moment, the wind and rain were coming, and the obscure American slang was pouring out. The Prime Minister viciously abused, exhausting every **** he learned in America since he was a child.

"More than 1,000 American lives, and the secrets that can turn the world order upside down, the strong alliance between Britain and the United States, the lofty international prestige of Britain... Save it all, you only need a ram."

"Ian"'s voice was unhurried: "What a good deal."

"Fart! Fart! Fart!"

"You don't think it's worth it, do you?" the terrorist laughed, "but it doesn't matter what you think, what matters is what the people think, what the Queen thinks, what the Great Commander of the United States thinks, and how to settle accounts is their business, when they reach a conclusion Agree, you can only take your pants off, I promise, that's politics."

The sound of Yue Zhongtang's breathing was as low as a bellows.

"If you don't want sun goats, I have another proposal."

long silence.

Then came the cold, scary whisper: "Speak."

"My wife and daughter... I don't believe you, in order to prevent you from liquidating things afterwards, so send them abroad immediately, at least they can be saved."

Yue Zhongtang said coldly, "Where? The United States? Canada? Australia?"

"Come on, Prime Minister, is there any difference between sending them there and staying at home? Send them to a place where the environment and conditions are good enough that your tentacles can't reach them."

The Prime Minister sneered: "Why, go to Russia? Why do you think the Russians will accept your wife and children? At the risk of a diplomatic conflict?"

"Yes, the Russians don't." The other party replied calmly: "So, I sent them to China."

Yue Zhongtang sneered: "China? Could it be that the Chinese will accept it?"

"Not originally, but I will let the Chinese government provide them with protection and assistance."

"Ian"'s voice is well-controlled, his tone trembling, with reluctance and love: "For this, I need to give Chinese people a favor - this is also part of the conditions."

Yue Zhongtang frowned and said, "What kind of favor?"

"The two Chinese girls who disappeared last night were silenced by them with reference to Viking skeletons. I think most of them fell into the hands of the round table. I heard that the Chinese government was looking for them, and MI5 was also asked to assist in the investigation— But we all know this investigation will not be fruitful."

"Ian" said calmly and said solemnly: "But now there will be a result - let the round table hand over people as my personal kindness, gift and request to the Chinese government in exchange for the safety of my wife and daughter."

The Golden Retriever was stunned for a while before trying to understand the logic and logic.

He said angrily, "You're thinking too fast."

I have to say, this is a really good idea.

The politician's suspicion led him to ask: "How can I make sure you don't do anything you shouldn't do when your family is safe? After all, your family is your last concern."

The other party replied: "I can make an agreement with the Chinese government, you can be present... Besides, if I do something that causes irreparable losses, even with the protection of the Chinese, you will Get revenge on my family to the end, I won't be so unwise."

This persuaded the Golden Retriever, and he snorted: "The two Chinese girls are in the hands of the round table, you can talk to them yourself."

"No, I want you to talk, otherwise what's the use of you."

"Ian" said: "For the round table, I am a newcomer who prays to join and survive. I am not qualified to negotiate with them, but as one of the most powerful people in this country, Prime Minister, you can put pressure on the round table. , after all, as you said before, the round table is not omnipotent...isn't it?"

Yue Zhongtang said dissatisfiedly: "If it were so easy, the two Chinese girls would have boarded the plane and left England this morning! The round table doesn't want to let anyone go! They..."

"That's your business, I'll give you half an hour."

"Ian" is a threatening machine with no emotions: "Either let people go or **** sheep, you choose."

Then he hung up the phone.

At No. 10 Downing Street, the Prime Minister cracked the room.

He roared, was furious, vented, and finally, with incomparable hatred and anger, made a call to Zana, with unforgettable hatred flashing in his eyes.

- Must kill him! must!

After a few seconds, the call was connected.

As soon as the Prime Minister showed a smile, he heard a soft and mechanical female voice: "Welcome to call AWSL, please press 1 to pay, press 2 for tax exemption, press 3 to embrace free trade and open investment, press 4 to return cultural relics, all please Hit the pound key and go to Human Services..."

Tonight, Zhongtang and Commander Mei became half-brothers.

"Remove—that—"

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PS1: Update... Grass, the general election is really ups and downs.

PS2: I hope that in a few years, ten or twenty years, film and television workers in our country can shoot documentaries, movies or TV series based on the US election... If it can be done, it would be great ,Great.