Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

as Kant said.

This is indeed AOE.

In broad daylight, the world is bright, and the armed **** car full of broken corpses and dissidents rolled over beside the Palace of Westminster, exposing the hidden **** crimes to the sun and the public.

The cruel truth behind the world hidden and hidden by the British government suddenly revealed a **** corner, the shrill cry of the detained feminists, the broken corpses and black body bags floating in the Thames River, There are also armed people with guns and panic, all of which were recorded by mobile phones of nearby tourists, residents and car owners.

The terrified screams, the silent recordings, and the silent gazes seemed to hit the British government that prides itself on civilization, democracy, freedom, equality and the rule of law.

It is conceivable that after hearing the news, the relevant people of the British government and the high-ranking bigwigs must be so furious, because such an accident may directly shake their status and power, and the resulting turbulent public opinion. Gossiping with political enemies is enough to make them disgraced and devastated.

And this kind of embarrassing resentment and dissatisfaction will turn their anger on the mysterious organization that created those messes. If they hadn't condoned the extraordinary people's repeated murder and torture, the government would not have to pinch their noses to wipe their butts, and even this happened today. God **** bad shit.

And the mysterious organization that is hidden inside the British Isles and has great influence on the government will inevitably accuse the government of being incompetent, accusing them of not doing such trivial things well, and exerting extreme pressure to require the other party to block news and eliminate the Influence and erase clues, so as not to be exposed.

This is dog bites dog.

Because the interests of the two parties are not exactly the same.

The British government must maintain domestic stability, appease the turbulent public opinion and political correctness, and keep its position unshakable, while the mysterious organization must maintain its own concealment and safety, which means that the latter will require the former to take more radical and A decisive way to conceal, suppress and block information.

If the former does so, it will trigger the backlash and fury of public opinion, which will lead to political turmoil, boiling public opinion, questioning and shaking the legitimacy of their own government, and even impeachment and resignation.

Stealing people's way of wealth is like killing one's parents, and blocking people's career, that is the revenge of the eighteenth generation of the ancestors.

But no matter how incompetent and furious the two parties are, and how they criticize and question each other, at least one thing is the consensus of the current government and that mysterious organization.

The stupid, incompetent, idiot, disgusting, vile, disgraceful MI5 officer who screwed things up, Ian Crook, is fucked.

And they won't know that what happened near the Palace of Westminster was not an inexplicable terrible accident, but an unexpected opponent who gently moved the puppet line of his fingertips in the dark, making the British secular and dark The two behemoths in front of them danced gracefully.

The British government is the Angsa foolish regime that Kant wants to teach and beat.

And that mysterious organization was the prey identified by the fire thieves.

As for Ian Crook?

He is just an ant.

At the site of the accident, Kant fully appreciates how advanced, democratic, transparent, and efficient foreign governments, shining under the big, round moon, uphold truth and freedom.

About seven minutes after the car accident, a large number of military police rushed to the London Police Station a few hundred meters away. Nine minutes later, several police boats rushed along the Thames River. The river was salvaging corpses. In driving away passers-by, the attitude is rude and firm, and no one is allowed to continue filming.

Horus scoured the Internet, and the relevant pictures and videos sent to social media platforms were just a splash, and they were deleted by international Internet companies who insisted on a fair stand.

A common sense is that there are many voices on the Internet, and each voice has the freedom to spread on the Internet, but not every voice can become the mainstream freely.

If you want to become mainstream, it depends on whether your voice is not free.

Kant pressed the earphone: "Alina?"

Elina whispered: "As expected, the government department called, and the Minister of Culture personally intervened. You know, officials run faster than reporters on some amazing things."

"So, your interview car came back without success?"

"Yes, at least on the surface we have to obey," Elina said. "There is a price to be paid to ensure the freedom of the press that we are so proud of - the government seems to want to speak with us."

Kant laughed: "Will this also happen in a democratic and free Britain?"

"Oh, come on, Kant, this is the commonality of human beings and the characteristics of all regimes." Elina seemed to roll her eyes, "Is it so fun to tease and laugh at us? You seem to enjoy it."

"Yeah, very interesting."

Kant smiled: "You can never imagine what kind of environment we live in since we were young, a group of **** with a problem in our brains weave all kinds of lies for us, they say that Americans are free and democratic, Japan is free and democratic. People are serious and persistent, the Germans are rigorous and efficient, the French are romantic and fraternal, the British are elegant and graceful... In short, only we Chinese are backward, vulgar, rigid, ignorant, and ignorant."

"We grew up reading stories like this."

"Damn it, how can there be such a country in the world, with a glorious past and history, and now it has achieved the most magnificent cause in the history of mankind, but a group of intellectuals of them are obsessed with vilifying their own citizens and nation, and they are not interested in a group of intellectuals. Worship the **** who plundered the world with violence and savagery?"

Young people from China watched from the sidelines.

The body bags floating on the Thames, and the loud questions and protests of the people, while the police are just law enforcement coldly and rudely - yes, law enforcement, the word "law" in the face of illegally detained civilians and scattered scattered corpses, It's so ridiculous.

It's a drama full of black humor.

He said: "But we didn't know at the time, how can a child have the ability to distinguish right from wrong? We believed it because it was said in the book, because it was said by the experts, and we subconsciously thought that it was all right, We are ashamed, we are envious, we yearn for those beautiful and civilized bright countries abroad, we always remind ourselves to be as serious, rigorous, free, fraternity and graceful as they are, and use these examples to spur and remind ourselves until we grow up ."

"Until we grow up, have self-awareness and independent personality, we open our eyes and see the whole world for ourselves, and then we find that those are fake."

"The Japanese conscientiously dumped nuclear waste water into the sea, the Germans meticulously falsified their exhaust emissions, and the Americans, with a tube of washing powder and an actor's speech, turned an independent country into a smash."

When he said this, he paused: "Do you mind if I scold you Englishmen?"

Elina smiled and said, "Mind, I would like to hear your comments on the French."

The two laughed at the same time.

"It sounds like your generation of Chinese young people grew up in those false rumors that glorified foreign countries, and used these things that didn't exist to spur themselves to grow up?"

The reporter said: "This is very interesting. In terms of results, it is a good thing. Maybe those who made up the article intended to do this. Write these things to spur and inspire you..."

Kant smiled and said, "How do you think we want to treat them now?"

"I don't know... grateful?"

"How is that possible." Kant's smile was unbridled and fierce, "of course, using the most vulgar, lengthy and dirty swear words we have learned so far on the Internet, to extend the deepest greetings to the eighteenth generations of their ancestors, mocking them their failures, despise their souls, and cast aside their graves."

"Oh, what a terrible resentment," Elina said. "Perhaps I should write a feature report to describe the mental changes and spiritual outlook of the new generation of young people in China."

"You'd better focus on this shockingly huge scandal."

While chatting with the reporter, Kant enjoyed this comical modern play: "By the way, does BCC accept reports and leaks from anonymous citizens?"

Elina was refreshed: "What do you want to do?"

Kant snapped his fingers: "It's sent to the information terminal for you."

BCC broadcasting building, Elina already has a personal office, she listened to the noise from outside, the sudden breaking news on the Thames first detonated the newsmen of BCC. The reporter who wrote the reporter is really smart, and his running is actually not slow.

When these newsmen were howling and excited to dig out a big news that shocked Britain, Elina had been hooking up with the perpetrator through private channels for a long time. She was holding the silver personal terminal carefully, and the screen appeared on the screen. dim image.

It was the face of a man belonging to MI5 officer, Ian Crook.

After the car accident, he hurriedly got out of the car and looked at the stupid faces around him in a dazed and fearful manner. It has been clearly photographed by several tourists with top professional cameras, and also on the mobile phones of more passers-by. like, and was quickly searched and identified.

I want to thank Google for this, and also thank MI5 for keeping pace with the times. As early as the last century, they publicly established an official website, which not only released the family photos of the department heads, but also directly published various recruitment information on the website. Find out which one it is.

Although the speed of deleting posts on social platforms is very fast, BCC still has first-hand information. The media people are like bloodthirsty wolves, smelling the stinky smell of MI5 - as journalists, they are born It is extremely difficult to deal with the intelligence department, and if it is caught, it will bite hard.

Alina stared at the screen.

"And those rotten meat bastards..."

"Despicable stowaways!"

"They sneaked into our country to do this kind of shit..."

"How dare you share the glory and rights of this country with us..."

"Why not just stay in their dirty and backward low country?"

Sentence after sentence, Ian Crook clearly uttered these terrifying foul language, and each sentence made Elina's scalp numb and excited.

You must know that these words are absolutely taboo in the Western political context.

Let's put it this way, if it was the British Prime Minister who said these words, then Elina could even use this video to slay that Achuan's little brother directly from the horse and consecrate him in the first battle!

"Oh, he's done."

Alina said subconsciously, and immediately said in doubt: "But he is already finished. It doesn't matter if there is this video or not. What did you send me this for?"

"Because I want not only shrimps, but also pig hearts." Kant said lightly, "Have you noticed the shooting angle?"

"Yeah..." Elina realized then, "This face-to-face perspective was obviously filmed by the person Ian talked to—how did you do it? Super power?"

"It's not important." Kant smiled deeply. "What's important is that they will think it was filmed by a subordinate who talked to Ian... Doubt will spread, suspicion will chain, and most importantly, they will be afraid."

Elina asked, "What are you afraid of?"

Kant said lightly: "The video is not complete, Ian mentioned other things in the dialogue."

Blood sacrifice, pleasure, beast.

Those are the things that kill the most... enough to reveal even more horrific truths.

So they'll be scared, where's the other part of the video?

Shrimp is indeed more compatible with pig heart.

Kant looked far away, looking at the chaotic motorcade, where the police surrounded it, dispersed the people, blocked the streets, and then disarmed all the armed men.

In rollovers, collisions and car accidents, many occupants in the car were more or less injured, some were only minor contusions and collisions, but there were still a small number of people...

The two policemen dragged out a man in black with solemn expressions.

His blond hair was sparse and disheveled, his pale blue eyes were weakly open, dazed and terrified, his fragile life ended in pain, his filthy soul wafted invisible, and when death came, he didn't know to take it with him Who his life was, he would never know.

The autopsy results will only show the severe blow to the neck he suffered when he died in the car accident.

This man was Ian Crook's subordinate, reporting to him in the Viking Skull hideout that the women were all dead, and commenting humiliatingly on the dead men.

A car in the distance ignored the blockade and roadblocks and drove straight to the scene of the incident.

The body of Ian Crook, who was detained in the police car by the police, shook.

Two men in black suits and sunglasses got out of the car. They looked serious and walked with strong steps. They quickly walked to Ian Crook and showed their documents to the police.

"Hello, gentlemen."

The police officer saluted, then turned sideways and pointed to the officer in the police car: "I was ordered to guard this gentleman, and my boss strictly ordered me not to have any communication or contact with him until you arrive."

"Yes, officer, we're here for it."

Then Ian Crook was dragged into the black sedan.

His face was covered with sweat, his lips were trembling, his body was writhing, he was a good agent in his youth, but he no longer needs to perform dangerous tasks when he is retired and sitting in the office. , there are no drugs and means for suicide hidden in his body, he no longer needs those.

I don't have the courage to end my life.

Because he has a career, he has property, he has a family, and he has too many things to worry about.

"I...I want to make a call..."

"no."

This request was coldly rejected: "We have been ordered to bring you back to headquarters, and you must remain silent the whole time."

Ian begged: "This...it's just an accident..."

Sitting in the back seat with him, the two men with black sunglasses turned their heads and glanced at him. Even through the sunglasses, Ian seemed to be able to feel each other's gaze.

Cold and mocking.

Yeah, an accident.

But who cares? Who will bear?

Kant looked at the car that was going away, smiled sternly, and the phase gate slowly opened behind him.

He was about to find out.

As the culprit who knew part of the story and screwed it up, Ian Crook will definitely be silenced. He will only die by suicide by being shot in the back of the head, or strangling himself with something like a towel, In short, there is no possibility of standing in front of the public and accepting legal questioning and trial.

The interrogation before the silence, the conversation during the silence, and the report after the silence are the best opportunities for Kant to gain clues, because the entire process will be under the watchful eyes of the fire thieves.

"Alina, I have sent this video to BCC's leaking mailbox."

He sent a message to the reporter: "Don't get involved, it's more dangerous than you think."

Sending this video to BCC, I don't expect this so-called media group with the most fair and profound background in the world to be able to publish it firmly. Kant never expected this.

But one thing is certain.

The BCC will definitely reveal the video to the government.

Then they'll know that someone filmed Ian Crook's secret conversation at the scene of the massacre.

"That's what we call surprise."

In less than ten minutes, the car drove into the MI5 headquarters, which was not too far from the scene of the accident. Kant hid his figure, walked into it swaggeringly, and followed him all the way.

Until Ian was escorted through nine bends and eighteen bends, he was sent directly to an interrogation room.

Kant leaned in the corner, touched his chin, and smiled and looked at Ian, who was flustered and sweating. This white-skinned pig would not understand. So far, the ingenious grand script that Kant has arranged for him has just begun. .

The door was pushed open, and a well-dressed, gray-haired old gentleman walked in slowly, closed the door, and put his black gloves on the table.

Ian, who was in handcuffs, stumbled to his feet, unable to say a word.

"Ian, oh Ian, poor boy, look what happened to you."

The old man hugged him, patted his back lightly, and his tone was low and gentle.

"That's not your fault, I know it's not your fault, and even we all know it's not your fault, preliminary investigations show that it was a **** engine failure, the driver's stupid and panicky move, and everything was put together. Together, a horrific coincidence and accident..."

Hearing this, Ian's face showed the brilliance of hope.

"But you should know that it's not the mistakes that matter, it's the results."

The old man's tone was soothing, with the calm and grace of an old British gentleman, and said lightly: "It turned out that things were messed up, we were very angry, the government was very angry, and..."

"The round table is also very angry."

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PS1: Why should I watch the spy TV drama MI5 for such a short story...