Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

London nights are quiet and noisy.

People stayed up all night trying to understand what happened tonight from the cocoon of information they relied on, after all the big events that happened today one after another - the car crash in front of the Palace of Westminster, the corpse floating on the Thames, the United States. The imperial embassy was attacked, and there was an earth-shattering explosion in the western suburbs of London.

This chain of events has been heard by even the most insensitive people.

It's like a prelude to the coming storm.

There were even small-scale riots in the streets.

All the violent agencies in London are working overtime, and the streets and alleys are waiting in full force. The media, big and small, are jumping up and down frantically, trying to dig out clues to the big news. The show politicians of the opposition party are making outrageous words, creating panic, and all kinds of conspiracies on personal social platforms and media. Talking endlessly.

The Irish bear the brunt, Scots and Welsh are also suspected, not to mention Middle Eastern and Pakistani, Russians are naturally on the list, and even blacks are no exception.

People hide behind social accounts, frantically revel, vent and ridicule, and people from all walks of life enjoy this indulgent feast, fun, traffic, catharsis, interests, exposure, everyone can get what they want...but only One thing in common is that they will never know the truth.

The truth is communicated and discussed only among the few, the silent staring at cabinet meetings, the embarrassing dazedness in Parliament, the car that drove into Buckingham Palace under the cover of darkness, the institutions of the country methodically at night. Running the operation, they want to put an end to this farce.

Because tonight, England will appease again.

To put it in a better way, call it a wise concession and a brave compromise.

London Metropolitan Police.

"Wait a minute, who are you? I'm going to call my boss, he's an assistant police..."

In the underground parking lot, the gray-haired police officer stepped back with a pale face. He tried to escape, but the two men in black behind him had blocked him. He tried to draw a gun, but the pistol with a muffler was already pointed at his head. It took five minutes. Before, he was asked to leave by these agents from the Government Communications Headquarters. He thought it was a routine question, but he smelled death - but why?

The officer tried to call, but a handkerchief was already over his mouth and nose.

-Where are you taking me?

He struggled as hard as he could, but suddenly he found himself unable to exert himself, and a nauseating feeling came to his mind, and then he felt his body begin to cramp and spasm - and in an instant, he was dead.

On the handkerchief, it is not anesthesia drugs.

Rather...

Nerve agent!

He looked pleading, but it was too late. He was restrained tightly, and his mouth and nose were constantly covered. Gradually, the toxin continued to attack, his pupils began to shrink, saliva was gurgling from his mouth, and his trousers The stench wafted out, and he could no longer control his body. He knew that death was approaching. At this moment, there was only one doubt left in his mind.

Why?

what did I do?

Countless things came to his mind, he was sure that he did not commit any taboos, if there was any gray order executed in recent months, it was today, he burned a woman's file and ordered P to drop her companion. photos from personal electronic items, then took the woman to the back door of the police station.

Is it this?

But why? What went wrong? Obviously just a...

Painful darkness swept his sight and passed his soul. His consciousness gradually dissipated, his body stopped struggling, and he fell limply, and a life passed away.

Agents checked his pulse, pupils, and heartbeat and confirmed that they were correct.

"Write an autopsy report, and another work injury report."

The leading agent took off his gloves, and threw them into the discarded box he carried along with the handkerchief.

"Pull it to the cremation, and let the police headquarters notify the family."

Similar things happen quietly and continue to unfold, not only to cut off clues, but also to take advantage of the opportunity. The Round Table has been destroyed, and interest groups closely related to it have suffered heavy losses and deterrence. It was a good opportunity to make a lot of money. Decent people, no one will miss this good opportunity.

The door of the luxurious mansion was knocked on, and the uneasy upper class welcomed the secret envoy into their home. Their relatives did not return tonight, and the explosion of the equestrian center made them uneasy.

The messengers took two documents from the box, a nondisclosure agreement and a transfer statement.

The absolutely confidential property transfer statement seems absurd and childish, saying that their family members died in a terrorist attack, and a brave Chinese avenged their family members. In order to express their gratitude, they are willing to share the equity left by their relatives and Free transfer of real estate.

- What a joke!

The well-trained, noble and elegant heirs shouted hoarsely, but they soon sat down under the persuasion of one photo after another and the messengers. These special messengers were not inexplicable government officials, but well-dressed gentlemen. The big men in the House, their arrival has always represented a will that is too strong to be opposed, and they know what it means.

If they don't know, this country will let them know as soon as possible.

"They all said that this is the most shameless plagiarism that Britain has encountered since the Viking invasion." Yue Zhongtang's phone was filled with incomparable resentment, "If you do the same thing a few more times, you will become the richest man. ."

"Hey, Prime Minister, how can you contaminate people's innocence out of thin air." Kant said with wide eyes, "I just took some of your country's industries, but the US imperialists stole the hegemony from you!"

"…"

There was a violent coughing sound from the other end of the phone.

After a long while, he said angrily: "In short, it takes time to persuade them to accept their fate. The amount of property and equity you are extorting is complicated. It will take a lot of time to sort out and complete the transfer. You..."

Kant said happily: "Don't worry, AWSL is about to welcome a large number of outstanding employees, and they will take over for me. I don't care, I'm only responsible for counting the money."

"They're all Chinese, right?"

There was a hint of gloom in Yue Zhongtang's voice: "I advise you, your country may not like you like this - many of the industries you extort and plunder are the core industries of England, and the Chinese intervene in a grand manner, which will inevitably cause us to become even more serious. The precautions and vigilance of your country are not entirely in line with your country's international policies and national interests... Besides, modern joint-stock companies, with the equity you have acquired, are at most only a seat on the board of directors, and only the share of being squeezed out."

This is the real reason why Yue Zhongtang called while pinching his nose.

As for cheating, cheating is impossible. Kant's deterrence by force is second, and the large amount of evidence in his hands plus deterrence by force is the most important thing. It's impossible to cheat until your **** is wiped clean.

But don’t be fooled, it means that Kant has officially infiltrated some core industries and lifeline industries in the United Kingdom. Although the extraordinary person will not seriously manage the business of each company, he can find someone to do it for him. With his relationship with the Chinese government, Those hired to do the work must also have a strong government background.

That's what matters most.

In the face of the Prime Minister's meaningful hints and warnings, Kant laughed out loud.

Yue Zhongtang said dissatisfiedly: "What are you laughing at?"

Kant said: "I saw an owl with a rotten rat, very cute."

"..." These words are really endless, the Prime Minister is wary, "What?"

"I mean..." Kant said with a smile, "You may be too nervous—you thought my righteous raid was premeditated. My country's plan is to take advantage of the fact that you are exhausted, unable to resist, and can only compromise, to step into the core area of ​​the British economy and industry, try to control the economic lifeline of your country in this way, and even steal your expensive The core technology of the country... do you think so?"

Yue Zhongtang snorted.

Kant was still smiling.

"You think too much, I'm not so boring, and I don't want to be so troublesome. From beginning to end, I just want to buy some industries and do a little business. I heard that capital can make money and money can make money. I like it very much."

"And what I like more is to use your fists to take your things from you foreign devils, beat you if you don't agree, and make you cover your faces and have nothing to say - don't get me wrong, I'm not targeting your economy and technology, I Just trying to make money for me with your capital, company, technology and advantages, and then use that money to buy more stuff to beat you guys better, that's all."

This sentence was originally very irritating, but Yue Zhongtang did not burst into anger.

Not not angry.

But a little used to it.

Today, the number and intensity of his teasing and taunting is even greater than this year.

"Kant!" he said viciously, "don't be too complacent!"

"Yo, you don't want to talk to me so much, why are you still listening to my sarcasm here? You can't learn from it." Conde said in a leisurely manner, "Just hang up if you have nothing to do, I still have..."

"-and many more!"

Kant's laughter made Yue Zhongtang clench his fists again.

He took a deep breath: "The headquarters of the Round Table... Did you find anything?"

Kant said with a smile: "Guess what."

"—Kant!" he snapped, "don't forget that this is the prerequisite for our negotiation!"

"Don't be so angry." Kant is still wandering in the old castle, looking around, "There are indeed a lot of things in the underworld, and there are all kinds of messes. Oh, there is also a portrait of you in women's clothes... "

"What shit!"

"Oh, wrong, wrong."

Kant said with a smile: "Let's put it this way, I don't know what you are looking for, Prime Minister, and I don't know what is important, otherwise you will send someone in to find it yourself?"

Yue Zhongtang said vigilantly, "Are you so good at talking? What are your plans?"

"I can have any plans, didn't you say that the negotiation is a prerequisite? This is my sincerity, don't forget it." Kant said, "I will find someone to dig three feet here and build a museum..."

"-and many more!"

The Prime Minister inhaled again: "I'll send someone over here."

"Let's talk about it tomorrow, we have to clean up the scene, but don't let you see anything." Kant smiled, "Our company finance will contact you later."

"…what?"

"Finance." Kant said, "Why, if you want to prostitute for nothing, this is what I built, it's already my territory, and if your people want to come in, of course you have to pay for it, head fee, site fee, exploration fee, Equipment admission fee, castle wear fee, security fee… all of these have to be paid.”

Yue Zhongtang's teeth rattled.

Sometimes, it's not a question of affordability.

It's a **** angry question!

"Hey, by the way, when it comes to security, I think there are some hooligans around this castle looking for their brains. Your British security is very problematic. Prime Minister, please remember to send an army to guard it. Gunships, fighter jets, etc. are the most important. Well, let's just build a large military camp here, and then a heavy armored brigade... Oh shit, wait, you're going to run out of **** tanks, where's the heavy armored brigade, shame on you, do you want to call you? Dad sent Ma Run to the town hall?"

"Fakeying removes the putty!"

The friendly phone call ended in a rant from the prime minister.

Kant put down the phone and laughed out loud.

Horus wondered: "Want to let the British in?"

"Otherwise? We can't kill one by one." Kant looked at the lifeless castle, which contained many secrets, "Our energy is limited, and the sons don't understand this one, so I want to dig out the round table from here. It's better to let the British do it for you, after all... we have backups."

With the death of Arthur, the world of White Mist established a projection of this place, everything was perfectly replicated, and the drone of Horus was watching at all times on this side of the earth, no matter what the British found here, the discovery What, what is cleaned up, will be under the control of Kant.

"There are still more secrets of the round table... This matter is probably not over."

When Kant said this, he patted the mottled walls of the castle: "However, it's over."

Horus echoed: "Well, a big victory."

Kant lost his mind for a moment and sighed softly: "It's not so... I met an amazing soul, and I led my followers to appear in front of the world for the first time. Many things have been changed forever, and some people will be remembered forever. But you're right, we can enjoy the victory first."

At this moment, Horus asked abruptly, "How do you plan to explain it in the country?"

"You don't need to explain." Kant smiled slightly, "Everyone is a smart person. If I don't want to say it, I will pretend to be confused first. Well, it really is my own country. It's not about loyalty, trust, or something, just because we come from The same nation and the same civilization have the same temperament, culture and heritage in their blood, have the same way of thinking, and know what each other is thinking.”

He walked out of the courtyard.

The corpses of the round table superhumans have been swept away into the white fog world, and the traces of supernatural battles have been completely wiped out by the power of the fire thieves—the alien energy that escaped from the battle is invisible and colorless, floating everywhere, and cannot be eliminated by conventional means. , but will be sensed by some black technology investigations of various countries.

However, in the vision of fire thieves, these are like lights in the dark, extremely conspicuous, and it is extremely easy to erase, only need mental power to touch, extract and crack, and clean.

Kant stretched out his hand and took down the dark sky.

The dark clouds dissipated, the stars filled the sky, and the silver moon hung high, shining on the earth.

He looked up at the sky, maybe this scene would be captured by a satellite that had de-orbited here, maybe the real rulers of this world were looking at him with all kinds of emotions in their eyes.

Kant raised his hands high, pointed his middle finger, and smiled brightly.

Ladies and gentlemen, the days of dealing with each other in the future must be very long.

The night passed.

Today in London, the sky is sunny, the wind is cool, and the sky is clear. At Heathrow Airport, a private passenger plane from China was parked in a quiet corner. It was escorted by a special police force and accompanied by diplomats. The girl boarded the plane and exhaled softly.

"Miss Ann, on behalf of the British government, I sincerely apologize for your unpleasant experience. We will compensate you and sincerely invite you to visit England again in the future."

For the sincere thanks from the British, An Youyi just smiled, her eyes flashed an inexplicable light, to a certain extent, the world lost a layer of mystery in her eyes, she understood a lot of things, and guessed a lot Things...but that's all, she still has to live in this world after all.

She said goodbye to the British officials who came to see them off, and said to the escorts, "Miss Song, can you take off now? Let's get out of here... I don't want to stay here anymore."

The embassy official nodded and said, "Yes, but Mr. Kang..."

An Youyi smiled lightly: "He said let's go first... He still has something to do."

"OK."

Kant does have something.

After dealing with the old castle, he came to the core business district of Kensington, where An Youyi was kidnapped, where he met Sarana for the first time.

Then there's the North End, the Viking skeleton hideout, heavily guarded and cleansed inside and out, where I saw Sarana's painful nightmare for the first time, but didn't know it at the time.

Then there was the Palace of Westminster, where he threw a comatose Sarana into the chaotic carriage, thinking that the other party would be rescued in a daze, treating everything as a nightmare, who knew that was the beginning of the real nightmare— This is an unpredictable result, and Kant's regret.

A lot of flowers were piled on the corner where the car accident happened, sent by the citizens.

God knows what they are mourning.

Kant stopped for a long time, sighed, and turned to leave.

But at this moment, a sound came into the ear.

"Sir, sir, please take a look, do you recognize this woman, she is also the one who was rescued, she is wearing blue sportswear, her hair is a little dry, she..."

Kant turned his head.

A sloppy, even a little crazy man was holding a drawing board with a drawing of a woman on it. It could be seen that his drawing skills were terrible, and the woman he drew was strange, let alone recognizable.

But Kant was shocked.

Maybe it was intuition, maybe it was the man who really painted the temperament of the person he wanted to paint, and Kant recognized at a glance the image that the bad painter was trying to outline.

Sad and compassionate, weak and persistent.

The man held the drawing board, asking around, begging, earnestly, shrinking, and embarrassed.

He chose to believe between doubt and belief.

I don't believe that Sarana is just a character imagined in her mind.

But the shadow of that person has been lost in his mobile phone photos, and there is no trace of him in the album at home. He has searched the whole world, but he can't find any images of Sarana's existence. He can only rely on his own clumsiness. The brush draws the indelible figure in my heart.

He searched all night, dodging the police, dodging the terrifying men in black.

He was about to be caught once, but for some reason, when he was about to be arrested, the men in black left in a hurry and didn't embarrass him anymore.

Even the police turned a blind eye to him.

He didn't want to delve into the factors behind this, he just wanted to find the shadow in his memory. He asked, but was disappointed. It's always been like this, he couldn't get an answer, and he couldn't get a positive answer.

"Ma'am, ma'am..."

"Sir, all right, take a look at her, if you know..."

Suddenly, his body shuddered, and he saw a figure passing by in a flash. He stepped forward, staggered after him, crossed the road, and reached a deserted alley.

He saw a girl in white with fluttering blond hair, shining like the sun, and turned around.

The man's body trembled.

This is a very beautiful girl, like the incarnation of light, like an angel descending on the world, her whole body is shrouded in holy light, as if she came out of the sky, fairy tales and legends, beautiful , pure, holy, gathering all good, all virtue.

Most importantly, he saw a familiar shadow from the other's eyebrows.

The man lowered his head in a daze, looked at the painting in his hand, and then looked at the girl in front of him.

There is no resemblance at all, but they are very similar. The girl in front of her is extremely beautiful, and she is far different from the haggard and haggard look that Sarana described in her memory.

Can tell him intuitively...

"Serana...Serana..."

His feet softened, he knelt down, and cried, "Sarana..."

The warm light came from far to near, he saw the fluttering skirt, the beautiful angel came to him, and he saw the girl stretch out her hand, a mass of light condensed in her hand.

The man stretched out his hand shyly, took the ball of light, and his hand sank.

When the light faded away, it was a warm and jade-like box, with clear lines and a faint glow. The box was engraved with an angel girl flying high, and the holy light from the sky sprinkled, like candle light, compassionate and peaceful.

In an instant, the man seemed to understand something.

He stared blankly at the girl shrouded in light. The girl lowered her alluring face, looked at him, smiled slightly, and the lightly opened cherry lips seemed to be saying something, and the man understood.

"Live well."

Then she unfolded the wings of light, and the splendid brilliance filled the air. The man looked at all this in astonishment, watching the rising brilliance illuminate the uninhabited alley. To the sky, turned into a beam of light, away from the suffering of the earth.

In the distance, Kant, who was watching here, flipped his palm, and the door of miniature phase opened.

A fog crystal appeared.

The rising mist seemed to be dotted with a few stars of holy light.

"Thanks for your hard work."

"Take a good rest," he said.

The man in the alley burst into tears.

He held the box in his arms tightly, and the inexplicable emotions hidden in his heart never had the opportunity to talk. He really admired that strong woman, and he knew the story of the other party.

"Serana, Sharana..."

He murmured the name.

In this life, he never saw that angel again.

In this life, he will never forget her.