Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

The destination is Heathrow Airport.

The embassy is about a 40-minute drive away.

Ian knew that this was the road to hell.

He was silent and numb, as if reminiscing about his short life, knowing that the airport was the end of his life, and that the devil would not allow him to survive - because it would reveal his secrets.

Moreover, Ian himself believes that it is better to die in the hands of this demon than to fall into the hands of the round table and the government - it is conceivable that if these people find out that they have no superpower at all, then he can't imagine what he will suffer. Terrible torture...I can't even think about it.

"How are you going to kill me?"

He paused: "Or, after your friend returns home safely, what are your plans?"

The devil's answer was light and peaceful: "I have my own arrangements, and it has nothing to do with you."

Ian smiled wryly, that's true, he is just a puppet now, controlled by the thread of the devil's fingertips, he can't help himself, and what happens outside has nothing to do with him.

"After seeing my wife and daughter, can I be free for a short time?"

Ian said softly, "I'll never see them again... I want to give them a hug in person."

Without waiting for Kant to speak, he continued: "I won't play tricks, please believe me, exposing you or exposing you is meaningless to me, but it will bring them danger."

"Okay, okay, hug as much as you like."

Kant said lightly: "After all, your wife and daughter are going to China soon, and you will never see them again. You see that your media reports us so badly, are you worried?"

Ian wondered: "What are you worried about?"

"Look, a foreigner, a single mother, with a daughter, to a foreign country, a different cultural environment, an unknown future, it must be easy to be targeted."

Kant said as if nothing had happened: "Maybe one day they will be **** by the underworld and sent to the low-level prostitutes to get drugs and start work, and they will be **** by various gangsters, black workers, poisonous insects and the like all day long, and they will not survive. It is impossible to seek death, it is dark, loses hope, and gradually turns into a piece of meat that can talk."

"This is not the worst, the worst is that one day they may be cut into pieces by passing supernatural beings for inexplicable reasons, and they will be executed in a hurry, and the relevant personnel who come to wipe their butts will stink. They not only deserve to die. And increase the workload for yourself - after all, why do foreign devils come to China?"

Ian's anger was ignited again, and he was shocked and angry: "You!"

Immediately, Kant said lightly: "Oh, I'm sorry, I took the wrong script, that is your British, free capitalist behavior, don't worry, our socialism is good for foreigners."

-Ian just realized what Kant was saying.

He was reminded of the video that was mailed to the BCC anonymously and that attracted the attention of the government.

Not by Richard.

Ian suddenly felt extremely absurd.

He understands why Kant targets and manipulates him in such a way.

Not by chance, but for a reason.

"why?"

Such a reason was more unacceptable to him than "the devil did whatever he wanted and set his sights on the poor me, so I was inexplicably ruined in this way".

He couldn't believe it: "Just because of this?"

Kant said lightly: "Do you think it's strange?"

Ian was excited: "I just said those words, you are going to destroy everything for me?"

"Not really. If I didn't want to save people, if I heard your words, I would have found a place where no one was around and beat you into a pig's head. It's great to check if you've done anything nasty and evil. I'll kill you, how can I have time to play with this white trash with you for so long?"

He snorted: "You had such a wonderful time today, but because I was planning to save people, you happened to bump into my hand, and the level was appropriate, so I caught up."

Ian didn't listen at all, his voice was like crying and laughing: "Is it because of this? This?"

"Seeing that innocent women who go to a foreign country to make a living alone should be sold to a low-level prostitute, sold to rot, and then tortured and killed, you seem to think that this kind of thing is very normal."

Kant said calmly: "Understood, wait for me to make a phone call and send your wife and children directly to Thailand. Southeast Asia has become a place for white trash to rely on racial welfare. It's time for the yellow race to try something new."

"…you!"

Ian's anger only lasted for a moment, then he was silent for a moment and whispered: "I... I was wrong..."

"Come on, don't try to deceive me, Ian, I'm telling you about this now, which means I don't believe you will repent, your wife and children will go to China to live a peaceful life If someone else's daughter came to England, she deserved to be sold, humiliated, tortured and killed. This is your arrogance and selfishness engraved in your bones. You have fabricated a lie about the universal spirit for the whole world, but you yourself don't believe it."

Kant's voice was cold and low, without a trace of emotional fluctuations.

"You should be glad that I'm not a cruel person, otherwise I'll make your wife and children look like the women you put in your body bag, and see if you can still say that."

Ian's spiritual world was silent.

"But you still get what you deserve... It's the last stretch, the final stage has come, Ian Crook, get ready, the final comedy."

Heathrow Airport is already in sight.

The lights of the motorcade driving ahead flashed, and the driver whispered: "You two, are about to arrive, Mr. Ian, your family has arrived, and the Chinese guests have also arrived at the airport. The Minister of the Interior, dispatched by the Prime Minister, is accompanying them and seeing them off. Go to China and take over Mr. Ambassador."

"Ian" nodded silently.

And Ian stared blankly at everything in the field of vision, fear and numbness floating in his heart.

He misses his wife and daughter immensely, and longs to see them. This morning, he kissed his wife's cold cheek, rubbed the rough face against his daughter's, and felt his little angel laughing and struggling. Silly, things that happen every day seem extremely precious now.

How he wished time could stop on this morning, forever and ever.

In a hidden corner of the airport, the high beams swept across, and Ian's mental fluctuations became violent.

In the cold, dark London wind, the two figures cuddled together, curled helplessly.

The vehicle slowly stopped nearby.

"Ian" didn't move.

"Get out! Get out!" Ian shouted in the spiritual world, "Please! Move!"

Kant said lightly: "Are you sure?"

Ian was startled: "What?"

"That's as you wish."

As soon as Kant's words fell, "Ian" immediately opened the car door and ran towards the two figures. Under the dazzling headlights, after the initial dazzling, the mother and daughter recognized the closest person in the world. Human appearance, they cried in unison and rushed towards Ian.

"Let me hug them! Give me back the body!" Ian shouted gaily, his spiritual world was in turmoil, "Vanasha! Shanna! My treasure! My love!"

So "Ian" shouted: "Vanessa! Shanna! My treasure! My love!"

Ian said angrily: "—you are not allowed to call them that!"

"Not just shouting, but cutting off your tactile perception and hugging them with your body, you don't feel anything, they're actually hugging a stranger—doesn't that feel exciting?"

Ian said angrily, "You bastard!"

Kant sneered: "What an idiot, is this the time to care about this kind of thing?"

The former agent, who was on the verge of collapse and full of family members, was taken aback.

Then he heard a loud engine roar.

When he turned his head, he saw that the car that was carrying him to the airport was rapidly backing away. Through the window, he could see the ambassador in the back seat shouting excitedly, slapping the backrest of the driver's seat desperately.

Ian's brain exploded: "Not good! The ambassador ran away! Hurry up and chase!"

He said anxiously, "Why did you forget him!"

However, this is just a helpless cry in the spiritual world, he can't do anything.

Kant said as if nothing had happened: "It's about me, you said to go out quickly."

"you!"

Although it is said that, "Ian" still has to play all the tricks.

Breaking free from his wife's and daughter's embrace, "Ian" flew back suddenly towards the backing car.

However, there was a series of sounds of firearms opening the insurance not far away, and the anti-terrorist SWAT affiliated to the Metropolitan Police Department, who had escorted the mother and daughter, picked up their rifles and aimed at the helpless mother and daughter and Ian, the helicopter engine in the sky. The roar meant the Special Air Service was approaching.

"Ian" was expressionless, gritted his teeth and dashed, chasing the retreating vehicle.

However, a sharp edge whistled in the wind, and the cold razor swept across the sky, leaving a deep ravine in front of him. "Ian" stopped, and black fire ignited on his body. The stopped Aspen Martin's driver's seat, the barber waved to him.

The other party opened the door and got out of the car, and the razors were suspended in the air.

"It really disappointed me."

Todd said: "In order to save the Yankee from your hands, we have formulated three sets of plans and corresponding follow-up plans. We will distract you and transfer you away. The clerks rack their brains and plan strategies. The result is useless at all, you made such a fatal mistake just for two lowly and dirty mortals, my brother, the emotions of mortals are just burdens, I hope this becomes a profound lesson."

"Ian" stepped back step by step, back to his wife and daughter.

He said solemnly: "Let them go, I will join and be loyal to you, this is the agreement."

The edge beside the barber kept spinning and flying, making a whistling sound that broke through the air. He was upright, with a dignified manner, and was very noble: "This is the first disrespect you have committed today—loyalty to the Round Table is a supreme honor, Instead of a bargain, your offense and blasphemy should be punished."

"Ian" gritted his teeth and said, "I'm willing to accept it, just let them go."

"This is your second mistake, don't, try, threaten, round the table."

The barber looked at Ian's wife and daughter who were shivering and terrified: "It's a pity that they can't go anywhere, so they stay in England, and the round table has its own arrangements."

"Ian" roars appropriately, a reference to Ian's roar in the spirit world.

"Despicable! Shameless!" he shouted. "You promised!"

The barber said lightly: "This is what the British government promised, what does it have to do with us."

"Why! Why do this!" growled the betrayed. "I will join you! I promised you, you don't have to!"

"First of all, how can we tolerate a family member who is valued by a member being controlled by China? Second, if they are so important to you, let them leave."

The barber said calmly: "This is your biggest weakness, my brother, we will help you overcome it."

"Ian"'s face changed violently, and he suddenly shouted: "Where is the government! Where is the interior minister! We made an agreement! Where are the Chinese diplomats! It is I who saved you! You promised me! I just need you to take my family away! I just need you to take them with me!"

"Unfortunately."

Under the guard of the anti-terrorist troops, the figure of the Home Secretary appeared from the darkness, and he said calmly: "The Chinese are not here, there is only us, Ian, only you and us."

"Ian" roared angrily: "We agreed! This is a deal!"

"No, it's not a deal. The reason why Mr. Ian, Miss An and Miss You were saved was the mutual cooperation and unremitting efforts of officials from various departments represented by the Prime Minister. After a day of fighting, the missing China was rescued. Citizens, we offer them our apologies and condolences and send them back to their homeland as an act of responsibility, justice, benevolence and humanity."

"It has nothing to do with you at all."

The Home Secretary's bald head gleamed coldly in the gloomy light, and his English accent was now full of arrogant sneers: "You're just a damned terrorist, bought and corrupted by Northern Irish terrorists, kidnapping the American ambassador, provoking two relations with the United Kingdom, threatened the British government, and tried to negotiate with us - don't you know that you used to work in MI5? We will never negotiate!"

"Mongrel!"

"Ian" said sharply, "Where are the Chinese! I want to talk to the Chinese!"

"Nobody talks to terrorists, do you think the Chinese care about that? They don't even know anything except that we got people back - you don't really think they know what you're doing? You don't I really think it's the Chinese ambassador who is talking to you? Hahahahahaha!"

When the Home Secretary said this, he couldn't help laughing and said, "Didn't you order the recruitment advertisement on the MI5 website to recruit agents who are proficient in Chinese and Chinese? Hahahahahahahaha!"

In the spiritual world, Ian's rage is many times more intense than "Ian".

"These bastards! Bastards! God **** it!"

All kinds of foul language spewed violently, Ian said sharply: "How dare they do this! How dare they do this!"

"Oh, your reflex arcs are more hilarious than the stupidest sloth in Bolivia."

The Chinese said emotionally: "You work in MI5, and you don't know what the virtues of your government and race are? Prime Minister Churchill will definitely kick your **** with a **** stick."

Ian's soul trembled, and his soul fell into the bottom of the abyss.

He seemed to realize something, and trembled: "Is this all planned by you?"

Kant smiled and said, "Huh?"

"Don't play stupid! It's all planned by you, bastard! You! You! You did this on purpose, right? Did you already know? Knowing they'll go back!?"

Ian howled: "Didn't you promise me? Didn't you say you wanted to save my family?"

"Oh." Kant smiled, "Just kidding, can't you?"

Ian was speechless, he roared like a beast.

He couldn't control his body, couldn't make expressions, couldn't do anything, he could feel the sobbing of his wife and daughter breaking down, two innocent people could only hold the most important man in their lives in fear, they were in the cold airport, surrounded by Special police forces, government officials and superpowers, everyone has bad intentions, everyone has a heart like stone, they are sacrifices, fish, and playthings without resistance.

And Ian can't do anything, can't do anything.

He howled and struggled in pain, he cursed viciously.

"Should I go?"

Kant joked: "Leave a mortal Ian, and his wife and children, surrounded by the British government and the Round Table, they want to detain your family to control you, a powerful superpower, but they suddenly found out that you and him Mom's just a mortal—what do you think will happen?"

- "Ian"'s soul froze.

He wailed, "Oh no, please don't! Please! Don't do this! Please save my family! They are innocent, at least don't leave them here! Please!"

"Innocent? Aren't the women who were kidnapped, bullied, tortured and killed?"

Kant said: "How does it feel? Ian Crook, being used, deceived, toyed with, humiliated, trying to survive, protecting what is cherished, and then all meaningless, bullied by the malice of fate, played by the inability to Manipulated by the violence of resistance, there is no response to calls for help, and no one can help you.”

"You will die in pain and despair, with your family, no one will sympathize with you, they only know you are a **** terrorist, you are so bad, your wife and daughter must be a **** too."

Ian cried in despair: "Help me, please, save them, I'm willing to do anything, my soul, my everything, I can give you anything..."

"What's the use of such a dirty thing."

Kant said: "Originally, there is one thing you have to do..."

Ian seems to have caught a life-saving straw: "I'm willing to do anything! Anything can be done!"

"It's like this. Originally, I wanted you to pretend to surrender and follow the messengers of the round table to find their old nest and high-level officials. You have to do it yourself..."

Ian's body is now controlled by the exoskeleton of Horus. This thing will be discovered when it passes through a security gate or detector, so Ian can only act on it himself.

"I do! I do!"

"I haven't finished yet... But suddenly, after realizing the treachery of the British government and the Round Table, I changed my mind. Why do you want to eradicate this cancer for Britain?"

Along with Kant's words, a fierce black fire burned on "Ian".

"You are forcing me." He said solemnly, "Do you have to go this far?"

"No need," said the barber, "we will take care of your family, we only need you to surrender, we will not hurt them... There is only one way to go, because the round table will take back the honor and punish your offense, if you refuse to Bend our knees, then we can only..."

The distant hunting horn sounded, from all directions, unable to tell the direction.

The terrifying sound of horse hooves rang out of thin air, and a warhorse shrouded in the flames of shadows ran from the darkness, and a knight with tattered robes and a deer helmet came on the horse, and the sound of chains shook endlessly.

Another huge black dog demon stepped out, with a huge body and eyes as big as discs, as red as blood.

Void rafting, there are **** boats full of the wailing horns of death, coming from the diffuse fog.

The barber's voice was quiet and cold.

"—Let you face the wrath of the Round Table."

But the real Ian was still screaming in the spiritual world: "What the **** do you want to do?"

"Don't you think it's funny?"

As the black fire burned fiercely, Kant said with a low smile: "The British government and the Round Table broke their promises, broke the agreement, fought with Ian, and broke out an extraordinary battle with extremely high intensity."

"During the melee, both the American ambassador and the British Home Secretary were killed, Ian and several members of the round table perished together, Heathrow Airport suffered a huge shock and shock, and the secrets of the extraordinary were almost exposed, and all of this originated from Because of the greed of the Round Table and the shortsightedness of the British government."

"More importantly, before this, Ian had recorded the cause and effect of the incident with a miniature camera, and secretly distributed it to all parts of the world, especially the mailbox of the President of the United States."

"Do you think this script can win an Oscar??"

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PS1: Update...I feel like I have to go back again, grass, according to my experience, FLAG is not enough, but I still want to be earlier tomorrow...Gan.