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These days, London doesn't seem to be very peaceful.

While investigating on the street, Nan Xiao saw many people protesting.

A bunch of people in yellow vests, pulling banners in unknown languages, and there seemed to be a lot of typos.

What the hell are these people protesting, listen carefully, it seems to be against Laura Crawford and her business to investigate the sacred source, blasphemy or something......

Damn, what a boring guy, isn't it eating too much? Can't you do something good for society?

The man in the yellow vest fights the British police. The police rushed into the crowd with shields and batons, and Ding beat them indiscriminately, knocked them over and dragged them away. The Yellow Vests countered by throwing a bunch of water balloons filled with poop. The streets were lively, and it was a protest with a smell.

Nan Xiao sat in a street café, looking at the crowd on the street, and felt that these protesters were all well fed.

It's a relatively secluded street, not the main battlefield. There were no police on the road, except for the occasional man in a yellow vest.

What are they running? Nan Xiao took a sip of coffee and thought: Twenty of them ran over just now, and then forty of them ran over, and they kept shouting loudly, looking very emotional. Speaking of which, there seems to be a lot of people gathered at the intersection ahead. Something can't be wrong, right?

Well, it's none of my business anyway, just protest if they protest.

After a while, a siren sounded on the other side of the street, "Finish the bird, finish the bird-". Several police cars rushed over. Some police officers got out of their cars and used tear gas canisters to disperse those blocking the streets.

At this time, Nan Xiao just finished drinking coffee and came out of the café slowly. At that moment, he suddenly stopped.

"How ......," he muttered, "to do such a thing?" ”

An old man, covered in blood, sat on the side of the street, holding a girl tightly. The girl's head was covered in blood and she didn't move. With Nan Xiao's eyes, he knew that he was dead at a glance.

They...... It's Chinese, right? The face is obviously Oriental, and he looks like a Chinese when he is dressed.

Even though it's a game world plane, it's hard to forgive this kind of thing.

Nan Xiao walked over and squatted down in front of the old man: "What happened?" ”

The old man raised his head and glanced at him blankly: "I...... My daughter, they beat my daughter ......"

Nan Xiao stretched out his hand and took out the gourd of wound medicine: "Come, there is life-saving medicine here, hurry up and drink a little." ”

"Can even a dead person be saved?"

“…… I'm afraid this won't work. ”

The old man stared at Nan Xiao, his eyes were like zombies, lifeless: "If you can't save my daughter, then forget it." I don't want to live in a world without her. I don't have any relatives anymore......"

He was very badly wounded. The back of his head burst open, his back clothes were all torn, and there were many knife wounds horizontally and vertically. It was evident that he was desperately trying to block the attack for his daughter, but his strength was limited. A man attacked from the side and stabbed his daughter in the neck with a knife.

There are many ways to save people, but there is no way to save a person who wants to die.

Before the ambulance came, the old man was dead. Sitting quietly on the side of the street, with his back against a lamppost, he hugged his stiff daughter.

Nan Xiaomu sent an ambulance to collect their bodies and took out her mobile phone. "Little P," he ordered, "give me a video of the whole thing, and the personal information of those thugs, all the information." ”

Little P is the strongest artificial intelligence and has already conquered London's social management network. It can be said that now Nanxiao is more well-informed than MI6. With a single order, he could get any information he wanted.

First of all, he got the surveillance video of the accident scene. Some of them come from the surveillance of a nearby store, and more from the miscellaneous mobile phones of passers-by. Xiao P intimately edited the pictures from all angles in chronological order, restoring the whole process.

A group of protesters with crosses were walking through the streets when they suddenly saw the old man and his daughter standing on the side of the street with their mobile phones taking pictures. A woman in black wearing a mask walked over and asked what they were filming. The old man waved his hand and pulled his daughter to leave. But then the woman in black suddenly reached out and grabbed his daughter's mobile phone. His daughter shook off the woman in black's hand and pushed her hard. The woman in black almost fell, then turned around and shouted to her accomplices in the middle of the street: "They are atheists, blaspheme the word of God, beat them!" ”

Then a large number of thugs rushed up and began to attack the old man and his daughter, using bricks, stones, umbrellas, and even hammers. There were a lot of them, the old man and his daughter were surrounded in the middle, tried to run twice, and were all pushed back hard. The thugs were hideous-looking, shouting and swearing, and they kept attacking.

The old man kept waving his hands and tried to explain the plea for mercy, but no one would let them go.

Two people were beaten by 200 people, I don't know what kind of despair it was. There were thugs all around, who greeted them with wooden sticks, iron rods, and hammers on their heads, and some people poured gasoline on them and even stabbed them with daggers.

When the old man was desperately resisting, someone threw an unknown liquid at his daughter. Frightened, the old man desperately hugged the thug who took out the lighter, and dragged the man to death. He was staggered and seemed to be unconscious, but still did not let go of his hand.

Perhaps it was too dense, and the thugs were afraid to burn themselves, so they didn't light the fire in the end. But they violently attacked the girl, knocking her down, and then proceeded to attack her head and body with various hard objects. One man wielded a hammer and struck her in the back of the head with a heinous force, most likely the same blow that fatally wounded.

Eventually, the two of them lay motionless on the ground without resistance, and the thug left.

One of the thugs turned around halfway through, kicked the girl twice, and snatched the phone from her clenched hand.

About two minutes after the thugs left, the old man struggled to get up, crawled over and shook his daughter's arm. He hugged his daughter, covered in blood, and sat on the side of the road.

Then, Nan Xiao walked over.

The police arrived too late, and by the time they arrived, the rioters had long since disappeared. The ambulance came later, and the only thing that could be done was to collect the body.

After watching the video, Nan Xiao looked at the comments of the British media by the way.

Surprisingly, there are not a few media outlets sympathetic to the rioters. Many websites and newspapers say that the old Chinese man and the girl first beat up "the protesters who were arguing with them."

These Western reporters are a little good, they are very suitable for writing fantasy, and they are better at describing fight scenes than the screenwriters of good Caiwu B-grade films. In their pen, the old gentleman used a Fang Tian painting halberd and killed a man in and out of the mob. If you don't look at who died in the end, I'm afraid everyone thinks that Lu Bu traveled to London and killed people with a river of blood.

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