Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

The British Prime Minister has indeed ushered in his darkest moment.

The rebel agent of MI5 called, and the background sound was the pleading and screaming of the American ambassador.

"Negotiate with the round table immediately, continue to press, persuade them to release the Chinese girl and hand it over to the Chinese government in my name - within an hour, I will see my wife and daughter appear with the two Chinese girls At the airport, boarding the plane!"

"Ian" said sullenly, "Otherwise, you just wait to **** the sheep."

"Damn it! Ian, I can't…"

Just as the protest and venting sounded, the other side hung up the phone.

Yue Zhongtang held the phone blankly and listened to the beeping sound.

He hadn't recovered from the shock of "the dreadlord from the east is marching to the west", and the cell phone number from Zana dialed in again.

"Hey, Yue Zhongtang, I've already boarded the plane. The plane is about to take off. I'll call you and wish you an early year. I hope you have prepared the people and money, otherwise I'll scrape it myself."

The voice of turning over the information sounded on the phone, and Kant's voice was very interested: "I am looking at the intelligence records of the Chinese government on this matter. It is very interesting. Who the **** kidnapped An Youyi?"

"There was a car accident at the Palace of Westminster this afternoon, the van overturned, dumping a pile of minced meat and a few kidnapped feminists, and the person in charge was Ian Crook, who kidnapped the American ambassador. Zero Seven - Oh, he's from the Fifth Division, so here's the question, Mr. Prime Minister, even if this Ian is Zero Zero Seven, he can't single-handedly overthrow a Ma Run **** and rob the Ambassador?"

"If this Ian was an ordinary person, the situation would not be so deadlocked now. The superhumans have a crushing advantage over the mortals. Your UK has its own superhuman troops...why don't you send it?"

"Prime Minister, these pieces of information are scattered, but they are vaguely connected to each other, as if there is a huge mystery hidden in it. What truth is hidden behind all this? I'm very curious."

"What I'm more curious about is, why did Ian take such a risk and do such a thing, what kind of persecution did he get, what secrets did he know, so he had to take the risk? My intuition tells me that this seems to be related to An Youyi... good brother , do you think I guessed right?"

Hearing this, Yue Zhongtang was shocked.

He only felt his mouth dry, and said repeatedly: "Mr. Kant, you have to calm down, we..."

"Calm down your mother, I **** got off the plane and set a fire in your Congress first."

"You! Kant! This behavior is a direct declaration of war on England, you can't..."

"Can't be your mother, you are only allowed to set fire in Yuanmingyuan, **** it."

"…damn it!"

"Okay, don't be angry." Kant slowed down, "Our government contacted you last night, and you haven't found anyone yet. I think your government is garbage, but it's not so garbage. So, tell me Me, is it that you don't want to find it, or can't you find it?"

Yue Zhongtang was shocked again: "This..."

"Is it possible that the person or organization who kidnapped An Youyi has a great background, and can even ignore you?"

Kant said lightly: "If that's the case - I'm not a demon either, you tell me their names, where they are, and what details they have, and I'll lead them in person."

The golden retriever restrained his emotions: "I don't know what you are talking about."

"Oh, I don't have a good memory, I forgot." Kant said calmly, "Don't worry, I have a hundred ways to remind you, a hundred ways... good brother, let's talk when I get off the plane."

After he finished speaking, he did not give Yue Zhongtang time to speak, and the communication was immediately interrupted.

beep.

Yue Zhongtang held the phone against his ear, dumbfounded.

A third call came quietly.

"—I warn you, Boris, I warn you!"

An angry roar came from the phone, it was a roar from the other side of the ocean: "That man is spamming me again! Kill him immediately! Save Woody and his phone!"

In the past, the rebel son, the strict father today, the voice of Mei Lijian is so arrogant.

Yue Zhongtang maintains his spirit and maintains the dignity of a loyal and equal ally.

He said, "Donald, we'll take care of it."

"Oh is it true? Then what are your plans? A superhuman! A **** superhuman! Why did he kidnap Woody, what did he want, and why are you delaying?"

A Chuan asked aggressively, "Are you hiding something from me?"

Yue Zhongtang was speechless—Round Table, Kant, An Youyi, there were too many things to hide.

After hesitating for a moment, he said in a deep voice, "Some matters within England... We will coordinate it, please rest assured, and we also need your cooperation for the control of public opinion on the Internet..."

"I think what you need is not the cooperation of public opinion, but an American superhuman force!" A Chuan raised his tone, "My patience is limited! Those **** of the Democratic Party are scolding me again! Damn it! You British Kidnapping my ambassador, what does it have to do with me! Why does it always involve me!"

"Boris! Listen up! I don't know what you are hiding, but I demand that you resolve the matter immediately, I will not allow any casualties for American citizens, and I warn you that in the event of any bad relationship, I will have to Take every possible action! You know!"

Yue Zhongtang wanted to vomit blood in annoyance, but he had to endure and deal with Achuan, otherwise the big stick on the other side of the ocean would be smashed.

The specific strength depends on how much Achuan's self-esteem is insulted, and it is well known that this 74-year-old child is a sensitive and fragile flower. Any ridicule, criticism, or ridicule from the outside world will make him out of control, smashing and arguing. Make a fuss.

And he rules the most powerful country on the planet.

Yue Zhongtang's tone was gentle: "Achuan, Achuan, believe me, we are good allies, we cooperate faithfully and frankly in an all-round way, we trust each other and never lie, I..."

"Wait a minute, this **** is spamming me again, I... Shet!"

A Chuan's voice suddenly rose.

"What is the round table? Who is An? What does it have to do with the Chinese government?"

Yue Zhongtang was stunned for a moment, then only felt that the world was in turmoil, and his heart was about to explode.

A Chuan's questioning sound seemed to be far away: "Why did your MI5 superheroes provoke us for two Chinamen? Was he being coerced by that **** Chinaman Kant?"

Yue Zhongtang only felt that the blood in his body was boiling, and he said anxiously: "We will solve it!"

The golden retriever's eyes were cracked, he hung up the phone, dialed the number with red eyes, and after connecting, he roared wildly: "Why did you tell Trump about this! Why!"

"Appropriate pressure on you and the Round Table to remind President Trump what exactly is causing the kidnapping of diplomats and the damage to America's international reputation."

"Ian"'s voice contained a hint of sarcasm: "The United States is an ally, so it doesn't matter, Mr. Prime Minister, you still have a chance. In ten minutes, I will contact the Chinese government."

Yue Zhongtang's brain exploded again.

He repeatedly said: "Don't!"

"Then let him go." After the other party finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Yue Zhongtang held his cell phone, dumb and beeping.

Then he had a cold fight.

America, Ian, China, Kant—Once Ian explained this to the Chinese government and revealed the details, it means Kant will know about the Roundtable, **** it!

"Damn it! You've seen the footage of the Battle of Moyani! You know how strong Kant is! He'll be in London soon! Soon! Less than ten hours!"

Yue Zhongtang held the phone, and the foam was flying: "Do you really plan to fight him? Is it necessary? Do you think you can win? Even if you can win, do you really have to pay such a heavy price for a Chinese girl? It's not just you who pay the price! It's the whole of England."

"Even the whole world!"

All the troubles surrounding An Youyi are infinitely magnified by Ian's terrorist acts, and the world's most powerful hegemonic country and the world's most powerful superhuman are involved.

The former must maintain their majesty and the nation.

The latter want to protect their friends' friends.

- And most of them are using the topic to play and want to take the opportunity to find fault.

Shit, friend of friend.

A low voice came from the phone: "You are too worried, Prime Minister, the Chinese are just bluffing, he dare not do anything to us - this will cause jealousy and backlash in the entire free world."

"Fuck you! You say it lightly! You are not the Prime Minister!"

Yue Zhongtang was furious, and the messy golden retriever was wanton publicity: "A newly awakened Ian can kidnap the American ambassador and force me to ask you for someone, what do you think Kant can do? He has a hundred ways to force me or others to speak out. Your intelligence and clues! A hundred kinds!"

"You don't have to say, so far, Kant doesn't know that the round table kidnapped his friend." The voice said, "We can find a few scapegoats and let Kant return without success."

"Returning without success? Without success, do you think he will return? He will stay in London, play on the topic, make trouble everywhere! Blackmail us! Sabotage! Steal things! Even disturb the Queen!"

About Zhongtang has been completely blown up.

To drive a Prime Minister crazy, it only takes a bad day - not even a day.

He said furiously: "And, even if I don't say it, he will know that you did it! Because Ian! Ian will say it! Do you think Kant will be tight-lipped when he arrives in London and catches Ian?"

On the other side of the phone, there was a gaffe Chichacha sound.

Yue Zhongtang continued to roar: "And Kant knows, what do you think will happen? That Chinese is a hundred times more dangerous than Ian! Ian is just a desperate British, and Kant is a Chinese! He has feelings for us. Deeply hostile Chinese!"

The voice over the phone disappeared.

Everyone knows Kant's composition and political inclination.

The leaders of the free world felt uncomfortable as if they had eaten **** after seeing the summary report on Kant's personal views and character profiles. Such a person who has deep hostility to the West, strong ideological concepts, and extreme tendencies of great power chauvinism. If you take off the putty and go to the UK, it's really not even a dog.

No one can imagine what Kant will do when he arrives in England without seeing An Youyi.

Yue Zhongtang was breathing heavily, waiting for the answer and the result.

And near the U.S. embassy, ​​in the Aston Martin, the barber Todd was communicating.

"Yes, gentlemen, yes, Ian's attitude is extremely firm. He is wary of us and doesn't believe that we can protect his wife and daughter... He should be worried that we will use his wife and daughter to coerce him."

On the phone, the old voice sounded, with a touch of disdain and ridicule.

"The minds of mortals are naive and shallow, full of boring worries and melancholy."

"Yes, my lord, Ian has just finished his promotion, his thinking has not changed, and he still has an illusory love for his wife and daughter." The barber said, "He insisted that we release the body in exchange for the Chinese government. Receive his wife and daughter, or reject our olive branch."

"—how disrespectful."

"Yes, my lord, please forgive his rudeness and ignorance. He is a lost child and needs guidance."

The barber whispered, "We must do something."

"Yes, we have to do something."

Huge whale oil candles illuminated the huge round table, and several figures sat around. The calm voice came from the gentlemen who were sitting quietly. In the shadows behind them, one after another figure stood silently, the deep darkness twisted strangely. Strange, from time to time a terrifying red glow flashed.

A person at the table said: "Because Ian... Ian has become a threat to us."

The people present looked at each other with dignified expressions. The extraordinary Kant from China did indeed put a lot of pressure on them—because they had all seen the video materials of the Battle of Moyani.

It's one thing to beat it or not, it's another thing to be worth it.

Another suggested: "Kill him?"

The old man presiding over the meeting said calmly, "Barber?"

"You need at least three Holy Grail Knights, plus a team of oaths, to be sure."

The barber's voice sounded on the other end of the phone: "Because not only must Ian be killed, but also the Americans must be protected as much as possible, without making the battle too loud for mortals to witness."

After he finished speaking, he added: "After all, there are too many mortals surrounding the embassy."

"Ian..."

The person at the round table murmured in a low voice: "Is this also in your calculations?"

"Besides, adults, Ian's combat power and potential are unexpected. He has just awakened, but it feels as if he has long since been otherworldly."

The barber hesitated for a moment, then said softly, "Are we really going to kill this compatriot with unlimited potential? For a body that is obviously inferior to him?"

A roundtable participant added: "It will also have to endure the storm caused by the heavy casualties of the American people, as well as the dissatisfaction and backlash of the government after the fact, and even a full-scale war with Kant."

There was a long silence, no one spoke, they pondered each other, and occasionally glanced at each other.

After a long time, the old man presiding over the round table took off his glasses and wiped them gently.

"Sounds..." he said slowly, "we have no choice."

No one speaks, this is the default.

Even if they feel a pity, even if they feel dissatisfied, after weighing the pros and cons, they all know what the right choice is - getting and giving are really disproportionate.

Another speaker said indifferently: "Forget she escaped."

"pity."

"She's obviously a good fit..."

"The owner seems to like her very much... She is very adaptable."

"but…"

"—Okay." The old man put on his glasses and knocked on the quaint and old round table, "Let's vote."

One hand raised.

"Then, the result is clear," the old man said. "We will return the body to the Chinese and let her go home to avoid war."

People nodded silently, without dissent.

"This is not fear, but respect. We respect the Chinese Kant. Although the races are different and the positions are hostile, we respect the powerful transcendent, and we return his things to him."

When the old man said this, he said slowly: "But the majesty of the round table must be defended. Even if there is a whitewash in language, the truth is still painful - we were threatened and calculated when we returned the body."

"The round table must respond."

He looked at the people present, looked around, and finally made a decision.

"Ian must be punished, the prestige of the round table must be displayed, and we will not tolerate violations and disrespect."

People nodded in agreement.

"Then blow the horn—hand out the olive branch, and wind the arrow."

Yue Zhongtang finally got the call he wanted to hear.

All the anger and anger turned into joy, he jumped three feet in the messy office, and then he felt that something was wrong, but... what about him!

He couldn't wait to dial the phone: "Ian! The round table has agreed to let people go! You must not hurt any American! Got it!"

Then came Kant's satellite phone: "Mr. Kant, the people have been found! We will take them to the airport soon and take a special plane back home! You can return home!"

Then there's his half-brother.

"Achuan! Achuan!"

For a while, I don't know how many people breathed a sigh of relief and completely relaxed.

They whispered, communicated with each other, or had their own plans, but seeing that the undercurrent caused by London today is gradually calming down, the impact will be eliminated, and everyone involved in or involved in this incident seems to have got what they wanted. A world where people are hurt is coming to an end.

…no, not yet.

In a peaceful atmosphere, there are dissonant notes that no one knows about.

It was less than a kilometer away from the U.S. embassy, ​​the London Metropolitan Police Headquarters.

"Serana? Who is Sarana?"

Faced with disturbing inquiries from members of several feminist organizations, the police officer was at a loss.

The man said angrily: "Stop joking! Our companion who was just taken away by you! Where is she?"

"When have I ever taken someone? Your companion?" The police officer looked around the house. "There are only five of you, all of you are here. We rescued—who else?"

"Serana! What the **** are you talking about!" The man seemed to have a bad feeling, and his tone became more and more excited, "Tell us quickly! We're going to take her away!"

The police officer glanced at them, his eyes were inexplicable and strange, and then he pressed the phone on his chest: "Medical Department? This is the waiting room. The victims who were kidnapped after witnessing the corpse case needed psychological intervention. They seemed to imagine that Is this some kind of stress response to a companion who doesn't exist in this world?"

"What the **** are you talking about? You don't exist!"

The man became more and more angry, but the anger seemed to stem from an inexplicable panic. He walked quickly to the table, which was their electronics and personal belongings confiscated by MI5. The man picked up the phone, unlocked it, opened it Photo album: "It's this person! We took a photo together a few days ago, she..."

His voice stopped abruptly.

Among the photos, a group photo of a dozen friends when they were camping.

Sarana, who was standing at the edge in her memory, was not among them.

The position where she stood was blue sky and white clouds, green fields and green fields.

A void.

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PS1: Update... Another day when Ah Chuan did not fight back against the Jedi, it was boring and empty.

PS2: But the dust settles on December 5th... If Achuan really loses the election, I have also thought about the reason and plot for him in the book. After all, there is no epidemic in the book, and Achuan will be re-elected. I've come up with a pretty cool idea for his loss - let's see the results.