Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

"congratulations."

The top floor of the embassy was silent and silent.

The ambassador of the bright-tongued lotus has given up all struggles and persuasion. Before that, the billionaire's efforts to save his life and fortune were all announced to Muda.

Whether it was a promise or an inquiry, a heart-to-heart talk or an honesty, all the proposals were exchanged for a cold response from this **** Englishman—the dog Fake invited him to the house.

And in the spiritual realm that the ambassador cannot perceive, secret and silent communication is taking place.

"You accomplished your purpose, and your fellow man was saved."

Ian's mood is extremely complicated.

In just a few hours, the world has been turned upside down, life has changed drastically, and things are impermanent.

The car accident near the Palace of Westminster, the chaos in MI5, the terrorist attack on the US embassy, ​​the kidnapping of the US ambassador to the UK... A series of events shook London and even shocked the world, and the public talked and speculated about it. Beneath the veneer of the discussion lies a shocking secret that can subvert the existing order.

So, the kidnapping of the American ambassador by a man with a secret can make a permanent government devastated, make an ancient and powerful organization rooted in England dance for it, and even China and the United States indirectly Its use, guided by the pressure of all parties, skillfully gathered on the top of the British government, and then transmitted to the round table through it... Finally, the other party was forced to let go.

purpose achieved.

There was no fighting, no conflict, no hostility.

Not even... not showing up.

Yes, in the eyes of outsiders, this is the extraordinary Ian's desperate fight to protect his wife and daughter, but only Ian, who was manipulated and imprisoned, can know the whole truth of the matter.

It wasn't him who planned such a shocking creation.

But a Chinese.

He did this only to save his fellow man.

There was no conflict with the British government, no head-to-head battle with the powerful round table, no two powerful enemies, one bright and one dark, for himself, and no one knew that he had manipulated all this.

He just caused a car accident in front of the Palace of Westminster, and then possessed and controlled a miserable MI5 worm, manipulated the other party to kill MI5 to attract attention, and then kidnapped the American ambassador, with the help of the other party. His mouth fanned the flames and threatened.

Then, "Ian", American Emperor, Ying Lun and the Round Table fell into a situation of mutual jealousy, mutual restraint, and mutual suspicion. This shaky confrontation balance was gently pushed by external forces, and a collapsed chain reaction followed. Give in and give up, and you're done.

The round table has agreed to release the people, and the two Chinese girls will be returned to China as "gifts of favor" in exchange for the Chinese government's acceptance and protection of Ian's wife and daughter.

Throughout, the real mastermind never appeared, and people didn't even know who he was.

Recalling the process of deduction, even if Ian was manipulated and controlled by this Chinese demon and ruined his life, he couldn't help but sighed at the cowardice, courage and cleverness of the opponent's operation.

"You're a Chinese, but I call you a devil, but I'm not wrong at all."

Ian knew that he would die, and he was much more courageous. He sighed: "Playing with conspiracy, let everyone dance in your plan, you make the round table and the British government look like idiots."

Kant asked back, "Aren't they?"

"Although I haven't figured out what made the round table change its mind...but don't underestimate them." Ian said solemnly: "They are much stronger than you think."

"Me too."

"what?"

The demon said with a smile: "You need to know one thing, Ian Crook, I'm willing to play tricks and tricks, it's a good thing, it's a great good thing for you."

He continued: "Look, there is no war, no conflict, innocent girls are safely saved, everyone is kept in the dark, and the world where no one is hurt is complete."

This is just talking nonsense with eyes open, Ian said angrily: "No one was hurt? What about me!"

The devil's tone was righteous: "You are not human."

"…"

Ian's anger was like a pinch of flames rekindled in the embers, which soon died out. He was already disheartened, and even meant to see through the red dust.

He sighed: "Forget it, it doesn't matter what you say now..."

The man's tone lowered a little and said slowly, "Can you tell me your name?"

Kant smiled: "Why, do you want to inform?"

Ian asked back, "Do I have this chance?"

The expected answer did not come, the demon seemed to be silent for a moment, and then his tone was a little strange: "I will not give anyone a chance to inform."

"That's it." Ian smiled lightly, "Please let me know at whose hands I died."

"I'll tell you before you die."

"Sounds like good news." Ian would have shrugged if he could control his body. "Looks like I'll live a little longer—you just don't want to let me go, do you?"

He had already anticipated his own ending.

The people who made trouble with MI5, kidnapped the US imperialist ambassador, broadcast live around the world, threatened the prime minister, and rebelled against the round table were all his Ian, and the members of the round table regarded themselves as gods. , none of them will tolerate Ian's actions and offenses.

If Ian is really some kind of extraordinary person, that's all, maybe there is still a way to survive.

But he is nothing.

He was just a poor, ordinary man.

"Can I meet my family?" the former agent whispered.

Before Kant could answer, there were footsteps approaching outside, and the barber's calm voice passed through the crack of the door: "Ian, be grateful, the round table agreed to your request and released the two Chinese girls, this is a great favor And patience, and I hope you don't let us down."

"Ian" said coldly, "I'll go with you when I get them on the plane."

The barber smiled and said meaningfully: "I'm looking forward to it - don't play tricks."

Immediately, the phone rang, and the Prime Minister called.

"Ian, the two Chinese girls have already left. I contacted the Chinese ambassador for you. The Chinese side agreed to your request. Can you release them now?"

"Ian" sneered: "Do you think I'm a three-year-old child? Now arrange a special plane to take the Chinese girl and my wife and daughter to the airport, give me another car, and I will bring the ambassador with me In the past, I needed senior officials from the embassy and senior officials from our government to accompany them to China, in case you guys did something small - after they took off, I would surrender."

He paused for a moment, then added, "I'll leave it to you—anyone will do."

"Hey!" The real Ian protested in the spiritual world. "What are you talking about? The person you want to save is safe, and you still want to provoke an infighting between the British Empire, the American Empire and the Round Table?"

After all, "Ian" is such a powerful transcendent, but he is a sweet treat. The Round Table wants to recruit him, and the British government may not be willing to shoot him immediately, not to mention the American imperialists - they will try their best to get one. Extradite or something, and then offer him a secret agreement to work as a migrant worker.

It is conceivable that whoever Ian surrenders to will attract a **** storm.

"Why not?" the devil said with a smile, "I am Chinese, so of course I have to do something bad."

On the phone, Yue Zhongtang just hesitated for a moment, and said angrily: "We will arrange a script for you... We will reach an agreement with the round table, don't play tricks, Ian."

"Ian" said indifferently: "Why do you say that, Mr. Prime Minister? From beginning to end, I was innocent, and you pushed me to this point... If you want to blame it, blame David."

"...Humph." Yue Zhongtang's tone softened, "He is indeed a stupid pig, Ian, I feel very sorry, things didn't have to go this far, you are a patriot, you could have done more for England, but Fate is fickle...but we still have a chance to make up for it."

The golden retriever's voice softened. "Anyway, things are getting better, aren't they?"

"...hope so, Mr Prime Minister."

"The car will arrive soon."

"Thank you, and also, let the driver not do stupid things."

"You too."

The phone hangs up, and the real Ian's tone is complicated: "It's almost over...everything."

At this moment, the satellite phone rang on the private flight from Beijing to London.

It's the golden retriever Duan Jingzhu... well, it's about Zhongtang.

"Hey?"

Kant arrived dodged and picked up the phone: "Are the reparations and policy documents ready?"

"..." Yue Zhongtang took a deep breath and forced a smile, "We..."

Kant said: "No money? Then I suggest you borrow Huabei, and you can advertise."

"...Mr. Kant, stop joking." The Prime Minister maintained the majesty of a head of state and the elegance of an English gentleman, "I want to tell you that the matter has been resolved, and we have no intention of inviting you to deal with Ian Crook, Your friend, the missing Chinese girl, we have found and are taking her to the airport, and the diplomats of your embassy and our government officials will **** her back to China."

Kant was stunned for a moment: "Ah? That's it?"

Yue Zhongtang subconsciously said, "What?"

Kant immediately came back to his senses, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and then said loudly: "Are you kidding grandpa? The plane is already in the sky, you **** tell me this, labor costs, dispatch costs, fuel costs, depreciation costs, mental damage costs, give Money! And who tied An Youyi? Who was the culprit?"

Yue Zhongtang said calmly: "Ms. An was discovered by accident. She should have been thrown into the street by the frightened criminals. She was just a little frightened and was not hurt. As for who kidnapped her, we are investigating and arresting her. Now I can't tell you the answer, but if you want to know, you can follow our law enforcement's follow-up and press conference."

Kant said suddenly: "Who are you fooling?"

"Please pay attention to your words, Kant. In order to find this Miss Ann, the British government has made great efforts and hard work. We don't care about your repayment, but we cannot tolerate your rudeness."

Yue Zhongtang said coldly: "That's it, please wait patiently, goodbye."

Then he just hung up the phone.

An Youyi was released, and Yue Zhongtang's fear has eased. More importantly, he is no longer afraid of Kant - everyone has found it for you. If you make trouble again, you will be ignorant.

Yes, since An Youyi was saved safely, then Kant has no reason to use force. If he insists on going to London to make a riot, it will only arouse the fear and anxiety of all countries, and there is no benefit.

"Oh shit." Kant listened to the busy tone on the phone, "It's so **** shameless."

His expression became playful.

- In order to find Miss Ann, the British government has made great efforts and hard work.

Gee.

"The car is ready... in the secret parking lot, get down from the elevator, and enter the code."

The rescue department, which has surrounded the embassy layer by layer and made many plans, prepared a car according to the order of No. 10 Downing Street. The elevator jingled, and "Ian", who was holding the ambassador's shoulder, was expressionless.

"Young man, you disgraced Murray."

Ambassador Woody whispered: "The commander must be extremely angry, we never tolerate any enemy, provocation and harm, but you still have a chance to pay for your sins, the commander will sign an amnesty for you, as long as you swear to be beautiful from now on Rape service - we will never treat you like a Brit."

"Ian" said calmly, "Go."

In the parking lot that has been emptied, in the direction the elevator is facing, a car is parked dozens of meters away.

The driver stood beside the car with his hands raised in a gesture of harmlessness.

"Mr. Prime Minister? We're ready to go."

"Ian" looked around, the underground parking lot was dimly lit, and the shadows in the distance were disturbing: "I know there must be more than ten snipers pointing guns at me, but you must know that I am not an ordinary person, even if the middle Gun, I burned the ambassador in less than a second."

"Relax, Ian, just in case."

"Better so."

They got into the car, the engine roared, and the car set off.

Not far away, an Aston Martin turned on its headlights. The barber smiled playfully. When he dialed the phone, a soft male voice came from the receiver: "Is everything going well?"

"Smooth... He's still too naive." Todd smiled, "He thought he was important, but he just did the right thing at the right time, he felt that he rescued the body and returned it to China, the Chinese He will remember his favor - but the body is obviously returned by us, the Chinese only look at the result."

There was a moment of silence on the phone, and then he sighed: "Fate is really magical, full of wonderful coincidences. It's hard to imagine that the body is actually something of that Kant... No wonder."

"Are you afraid?" the barber teased, "Don't worry, the body doesn't know that you discovered and eyed her, and planned everything, so Kant won't know either."

"Why should you be afraid? We are a round table. The reason why we let people go is that there is no need to fight Kant for a body, and in turn, there is no need for Kant to fight against us for her." The voice over the phone smiled, "This is the rule of the strong. We are noble people and will not bleed for ants."

"The body is not an ant."

"Asian."

"Too."

The barber started the car and followed Ian's car slowly. As he drove, he asked, "Where are you now? I took care of this for you."

"When I owe you a favor," the man said, "Why, need help?"

"It's not necessary. The knights are already on their way. Besides, it is unlikely that there will be a big battle tonight... We just want to discipline Ian and let him know the kindness and severity of the round table."

The barber said, "It's you, what are you doing now?"

"An unexpected surprise, I'm looking for the answer... We lost a precious body, and I located and captured it with my own hands. The regret of losing the prey must be made up on the other hand."

The man's tone was full of anticipation and joy: "The fruit that was accidentally watered can be harvested."

At the same time, the communication between the vehicles ahead and the spiritual world continues.

"Soon, I will be able to see my family... and you, although I don't know where you are, but you have to meet the person you want to see." Ian said, "The missing Chinese girl Son, is it your lover, good friend, or relative?"

"neither."

"What? Then you are entrusted by others? The other party promises heavy benefits? Or is it entrusted by your country?"

"Can you only think of such a reason?" Kant said, "She's just a friend of my good friend, she's only met a few times, not a lover, and I don't have a good impression of her in terms of men and women, and she's not very beautiful, either. The character and style are not my type either, so you don't have to make up any **** plots."

Ian's voice was more startled than usual: "Just like this?"

"Just like that... what's wrong?"

"How dare you do this for an acquaintance whose relationship is very ordinary, not even a friend? Have you ever thought that if yours almost fails, the Round Table and England will find out that you are a jerk..."

"So what?" Kant said lightly, "They will pretend they don't know."

"Why, why?"

"Because of your white-skinned logic, if I find out that you have discovered my secret, I will definitely do it first to prevent you from finding me to settle accounts."

"Ah this..." Ian hesitated, and finally sighed, "It's nice to be your friend."

Kant didn't speak, he followed the moving car like a ghost, his eyes turned to Aston Martin who was following not far away, and a silent sneer was drawn on his lips.

From the phone call with Zhongtang, he had already guessed the idea of ​​England and even the round table. Combined with what the American ambassador had said to Ian before, it seemed that this lively dance drama was far from over.

"Brits are so funny."

He sighed in the spiritual world.

Ian wondered: "What?"

- I decided not to destroy the round table.

Kant smiled: "You know, Ian, your life today is a comedy."

The car passed through a blocked alley and left this noisy and lively area. The night scene of the Metropolitan Police Station passed by. Kant just glanced at it, and then shuttled forward in the dark night.

He didn't know it, and there were cries of madness, fear and excitement.

"Where's Sarana! She's not fake! She's our friend! She was with us just now!"

The man's roar was exhausted.

"You've seen the surveillance, you've seen your mobile phone, and we haven't recorded her information in our system. You can't even get her photo. How can you make us believe this person is real?"

The police officer said coldly: "Please don't make trouble, I know you are full of resentment, I know you feminist organizations like to criticize the government, but you make up a woman, and then slander us and imprison her, this kind of behavior is a serious crime... Don't force it. I will arrest you."

He said to the doctor next to him, "Have they been checked? Do they have mental illnesses and mental disorders? Should they be admitted to the hospital for treatment?"

Hearing this, the expressions of several indignant feminist organization members changed, and they quietly took a step back.

Only the man looked sad and angry, and he hurriedly called the phone: "Someone will prove that she is real, she will! Hey! It's me! President, Sarana is gone! We were taken to the police station, Sarana Taken away by a police officer, and she's just… what did you say?"

His face became dull and pale.

Because their leader and president say, who is Sharana.

The man took a few steps back, only to feel that the world had become strange and absurd, with his shaky-looking companion, a sneering police officer with cold eyes, and a police doctor with a strange look. Even the lights in the room were so bright. Miserable, there is a problem in this world, he clearly remembers everything about Sarana, but it is not on the surveillance, not on the mobile phone, and his friends in the organization say no.

"But...maybe we really have hallucinations?"

A companion spoke hesitantly.

The police officer nodded in satisfaction: "It must be so, you need to rest and forget about this terrible..."

"Nightmare."

￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥

PS1: Update... Ah Chuan really fired his defense chief. As expected, he was happy.

PS2: Double Eleven... What did you buy?