Marvel – Immortal Path

London, an underground fortification somewhere.

The chandelier exudes warm rays of light, illuminating the not spacious space.

A wooden round table is placed in the center of the basement, with dozens of silhouettes sitting behind the table, giving it an atmosphere of planning some kind of treacherous conspiracy.

These people are cabinet ministers, decision makers in Whitehall, and 100% of the top officials.

It's just that, behind them all stood Blood Race elites with their fangs.

Sir Humphrey Appleby put down the walkie-talkie relaxedly and hooked his finger to turn off the machine.

He turned around and looked towards the pale-faced Prime Minister Rachel Ross.

The provoked female prime minister "Pa" pressed her hands on the table, moved towards Sir Applebill and shouted: "How dare you? How dare you!"

The sudden uprising of Prime Minister Ross was immediately stopped by the Blood Race women behind him.

The economic policy adviser to the prime minister, dressed in professional women's clothing, strangled the prime minister's shoulders with her arms like iron tongs, and forced the prime minister back to the chair.

"How dare you? Sorry, Prime Minister, I don’t really understand what you mean."

Sir Appleby is frowned, said with a faint smile: "You mean, please What about coming here? Or is it about shooting?"

Prime Minister Rachel Ross said nothing, but stared at the permanent secretary of the cabinet with a grim look. long.

If the eyes can kill, Sir Applebill may have been Ling Chi countless times at this moment.

"hehe."

Sir Applebill said indifferent expression indifferently: "This is also no way. The majesty of the British Empire must be maintained. Put them in Parliament today. Building, then they can seize Downing Street tomorrow.

This is no longer an ordinary rally, but an organized and purposeful political event.

This is the naked United Kingdom revolution, they must be wiped out in the cradle."

Prime Minister Rachel Ross heard this even more anger, she tried to stand up, but the policy adviser behind her was bound to her tightly and could only sit He roared from his seat and said: "They are just civilians, just unarmed civilians! Do you do this, will you not be afraid of causing greater public anger and public grievance?!"

"Of course not, the people are like pigs and dogs. , Exchange for a while and oneself will stop. The emotions come quickly and disperse quickly. You only need to injure and kill the front batch, and the mobs behind will collapse on their own."

Humphrey · Sir Appleby shrugged and said: "Even professional troops will collapse before a certain death rate, even more how ordinary person?

A series of gunshots, coupled with anti-riot shields, explosion-proof batons, and shock Using bullets, tear gas, high-pressure water guns, etc., can destroy their resistance with no difficulty."

Speaking of which, the Blood Race paused, the evil spirit said with a smile: "As for Don’t worry about the consequences. You need to know that the total IQ and memory duration of a group are inversely proportional to the size of the group.

No matter how great the suffering is, it only takes time and media. Guide, it can be easily digested, and no one cares anymore."

Prime Minister Rachel Ross retorted: "Absurd! People can fool and manipulate, but they will not forget."

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"no no no no, Prime Minister, the masses of the people are unexpectedly easy to be domesticated. Once the reins are held, their memories will fade away far beyond your imagination."

Sir Humphrey Appleby shook his finger and said: "In 1932, in the United States that has become the center of world civilization, that is, our cousin in United Kingdom, veterans marched and demonstrated.

Those veterans who lacked arms, legs, and were skinny were unable to survive in the Great Depression. They could only humbly seek help from the federal government, demanding immediate payment of the compensation promised to them in World War I.

Unfortunately, Mr. Hu Fu, the then president, thought that these veterans made'excessive' demands untimely, he hims Elf also came from poor, so it was determined that the veteran’s hardship was entirely due to the veteran’s inability to work hard. '

Furthermore, President Hu Fu also believed that the demonstrations by the veterans were a conspiracy planned by political opponents to overthrow him, and believed that this was the result of the'CPSU elements' pushing the flames behind the scenes.

So he ordered the suppression and expulsion of the veterans who had marched on Washington.

General MacArthur and Patton led thousands of soldiers, several tanks, and used bayonets and rifles to forcibly drive veterans and their families from their camps on the outskirts of Washington.

Screams, gunshots, and curses fuse together, tear gas and smoke from burning houses are indistinguishable from each other. The veteran's body stabbed by a bayonet is still wearing military uniforms and military emblems.

But guess what is the end result? MacArthur did not suffer any punishment. Even President Hu Fu, who gave the order in person, left with dignity after the presidential election, was able to live in his own country villa, and wrote his memoirs complacently.

No one cares about the people who died. Even today, what American people go back and actively search for these records, and the American media will take the initiative to open up this shameful scar?

At most, it's just a private occasion of three or two people, used as a small talk that's all. "

Sir Humphrey Appleby looked at Prime Minister Ross with a tight face and said nothing, spread his hands, said with a smile: "The same is true for Guy Fox night today , Even if some people died in the conflict, we can still identify them as spies sent to the United Kingdom by'foreign forces'.

Only one or two smoke bombs from the media are required to provocate a little The so-called truth, the people who don’t know will fall into a vortex that argues against each other.

As for the truth? They will not really understand the past, present, and future-they only need a plausible excuse that can help them forget this history, let them convince oneself that this world is like this, and let them continue to be blind and stupid untouchables. "

Speaking of this, Sir Humphrey Applebeer was able to laugh, both of his hands akimbo, all said with a smile comfortably: "And you, respected Prime Minister Ross , Is that excuse.

Let me tell you what will happen: After an hour, you will give a TV speech to the whole country, saying that the small-scale riots in London have been completely suppressed, and the person who issued the suppression order It's you. "

Prime Minister Ross said blankly: "Why should I do this?" "

"Because you are a pure patriot, and a pure, noble, and pure person is the easiest to be seen through and manipulated. "

Sir Appleby didn't care about the other party's feelings at all. He just said with a smile: "You love this country so much and hope that this brilliant and splendid country can continue to sail."

If you don’t want the bloody and violent conflict tonight, it will be the last straw to crush the British Empire. It is up to you, a person with sufficient weight, to bear all the necessary evils. "

The Blood Race bowed down, looked towards Prime Minister Ross with a joking look, and said softly: "Prime Minister, it's time for you to make sacrifices for this country, take this pot on your back Bar. "

It's a pity that Prime Minister Ross is not a Chinese, so she can't tell the cold joke of "Why do I have to carry the rice".

She just trembles her lips and glances. Circle the round table, when other cabinet ministers dodge their eyes, nodded bitterly and helplessly.

She loves this country and is even willing to give everything for it.

"hahahaha, hahahahaha. "

Sir Humphrey Applebeer was able to laugh. He had never felt that life was so good. The so-called V-letter conspiracy was impossible to withstand a single blow in front of live ammunition.

However, the sudden sound of the walkie-talkie interrupted his laughter, making him frowned to pick up the walkie-talkie,

"Hello? "

"...This is Peripheral One. "The unnamed general said grimly: "We have encountered some troubles here. "

In front of the general, all the bullets, tear gas, shock bombs, and high-pressure water guns pouring into the crowd were all solidified in the air by the intangible power, like some kind of modern sculpture.

It was not Li Ang, not Constantine, not Deadpool, not Harry Potter who made this spectacle,

but the crowd.

Go The crowd at the forefront, revealing the magic net casting voucher from the sleeves.

There are about thousands of these magic net users. They draw energy from the Ether towers all over London, and they are flat. Arm, control Ether, solidify the barrage.

The scene is deadlocked, and it is not only the soldiers, but also the people who are stunned.

Humphrey Arp in the underground fortifications Sir Bill gave a full "tsk" sound, four pointed fangs stretched out of his mouth, and the radio hole moved towards the walkie-talkie screamed.

Infrasound waves that ordinary people cannot hear, pass The walkie-talkie was delivered to the square accurately.

The British army in the front row had no response yet, but the British army array in the rear suddenly rushed up, pushing the robes to the side while numbly. Replace the own gun with a new magazine.

The magazine hides a special bullet specially developed by Blood Race to restrain the magic net sorcerer.

The general is dumbfounded. Seeing the mutiny of the own army, he tried to snatch the horn to maintain order, but the expressionless adjutant only punched him in the stomach, causing him to tremble and fall.

The adjutant picked up the horn. , Waved his arm solemnly, "Shoot! "

This time, the screaming bullets smashed the Ether network and penetrated the sorcerer of the magic net.

Blood spattered.