Konstantin walked side by side with Deadpool to Big Ben, and a certain low-level assistant police officer standing outside the police fence immediately became vigilant, raised a flashlight, frowned and shouted: "Sorry, sir, it's not safe here, it's been locked down." ”

"What? Blocked?! ”

Deadpool immediately covered his mouth exaggeratedly and screamed, shaking Konstantin's shoulders pretentiously, and said in a girly voice, "Oh my God! My wife and I had just been to London once, and we wanted to climb on Big Ben to see the Palace of Westminster.

Mr. Policeman, can you help me."

The eyes of the low-level assistant police jumped back and forth on the faces of Deadpool and Konstantin, as if he understood something, and said helplessly: "... I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do about this. ”

"Oh no." Deadpool stomped his foot in shame and sneered at Konstantin, "Humph! It's all your fault, if only we had come to London for our honeymoon earlier? ”

"What a fart!"

The corners of Konstantin's mouth twitched, and he stretched out his palm and snapped his fingers, and the assistant police officer standing in front of him was dazzled and staggered forward half a step in a daze, "hey, hey" smirked, and took the initiative to help Konstantin open the night fluorescent cordon.

Konstantin nodded hypocritically and strode into it, while Deadpool hurriedly followed, still saying in that gay tone: "Actually, you don't need to use magic to stun the assistant police at all, it only takes half a minute for me to use the corrupt political correctness of the same-sex couple to convince him to let us in, and it won't arouse any suspicion." ”

Konstantin rolled his eyes and didn't speak, he found for the first time that someone was more disgusting than himself, and the unruly talk continued, talking about the tasks he had performed in Eastern Europe before, as well as the German girls he had temporarily soaked, and said that most of the German girls were fierce and warlike, enthusiastic and open dragoons, and if he had the opportunity next time, he could take Konstantin to take sick leave to Hamburg, Germany, Frankfurt to have a round.

Konstantin wasn't interested in how open the German girl was, and if it weren't for the fact that Leon was listening to Deadpool's words with an interested expression in the glasses lenses, Konstantin would have used magic to seal Deadpool's noisy mouth.

The two of them talked about each other, and soon came to the top of the Big Ben Tower, where they could clearly see Westminster Hall below.

Dating back to 1045 AD, this Gothic Revival building was used as a royal palace, courtroom and now the British Parliament House.

As the November 5th deadline approached, the vigilance around the Capitol was also being strengthened, and in Konstantin's aetheric sight, there were bright and dark sentinels everywhere inside the Capitol, and there were many blood clans that exuded blood energy fluctuations lurking in all corners.

The last massacre in the suburbs of the manor had angered all the European blood clans, and no supernatural force dared to provoke the entire blood clan cluster with such a vicious act.

Not even wizards as strong as Grindelwald, Dumbledore, and Voldemort, or the guardians of the world like the Ancient One.

After all, the Bloodline is not only the possessor of extraordinary power, but also the wielder of state authority. Even if the transcendents lose at the combat level, the Bloodline has the confidence to use the state apparatus to wage an all-out war against wizards and mages.

In the face of nuclear bombs, wizards and mages can only bow down. If you can run, the monk can't run the temple, and even if the top powerhouse can teleport away before the nuclear bomb explodes, the foundation they have established has no long legs and can't run away.

It was in this way that the Bloods concluded an unbreakable truce with the wizards and mages, forcing the latter two not to interfere with the Blood's cannibalism.

For a long time, this tacit understanding lurked beneath the surface of the water, until the Manor Massacre.

In addition to anger, the Bloodclan also felt a trace of fear.

There are always some people who they can't intimidate, can't buy, can't corrupt.

Constantine and Wade Wilson are such people.

"Boss, we promise to get the job done."

Deadpool spoke respectfully to the black-rimmed glasses, and the image of Leon projected by the mirror said nonchalantly, "Then do it." ”

"Yes."

Deadpool nodded, put his glasses away, and put them back in his pocket, as he put the bucket down and unzipped it, taking out two of the V-monster's costumes and changing them with Konstantin.

Both of these V-shaped monster costumes are inflicted with a constant invisibility spell, and only a very small mana fluctuation will not attract anyone's attention, which can be described as a sneaking artifact.

Immediately, Deadpool took out the hook gun from the package and threw it at the second floor of the Palace of Westminster.

With a click, the hook rope was firmly embedded in the gap in the honey-colored limestone wall tiles from the Lateran.

Deadpool tugged at the rope and felt secure enough, so he slung it around his waist and slid down from the Big Ben lookout.

There are many blood clans and blood clan supporters hidden inside the Capitol Building, and only by using this way of flying high in the air wearing invisibility cloaks can you easily avoid most of the modern technology physical monitoring systems and modern magic item monitoring systems.

The two V-shaped monsters slid along the hook and slid towards the Houses of Parliament, and in a few breaths they had already slid to the end of the hook, clinging to the second floor of the Palace of Westminster like geckos.

The water below the Thames shimmered in the light, and the damp scent of the river filtered through the grooves of the V-shaped monster's mask and into Deadpool's nose.

Thanks to the human body transformation project of the underground experimental base of the school park, Deadpool and Constantine, whose physical fitness far exceeds the limits of mortals, can lift themselves with the strength of their fingertips, and they can cross the window edge of a small courtyard in three or two clicks and officially sneak into the Palace of Westminster.

The two looked at each other, lowered the window, pushed open the door to the room, and entered the corridor on the second floor of the parliament building.

Cloaked in invisibility, the duo walked through the Parliament Chamber, the Parliament Lounge, the Library, the Noble Hearing, the Central Room, and finally arrived at the House of Commons, located at the northernmost point of the Palace of Westminster.

At this moment, a debate is being held in the House of Commons about the chemical weapons attack of a certain country in the Middle East, and the female Prime Minister Rachel Ross is standing in front of the debate table of the ruling party lawmakers on the left side of the room, talking eloquently about the text of the file.

"Just last week, 75 people, including young children, died in a horrific attack in the Syrian town of Douma, and more than 500 others were injured.

All evidence indicates that it was a chemical weapons attack. ”

Prime Minister Rachel Ross has not seen her for more than a month, and this strong woman, who claims to be the "pastemaker of the British Empire," is solemnly and solemnly expounding various reasons, emphasizing the correctness of Britain's recent air raids on a certain country in the Middle East.

Suddenly, she paused, looked up, and looked blankly at the door at the end of the House of Commons.

Just now... Did something run in?