It was close to midnight, and the lights of thousands of homes were lit up.

The military micro-drones hovering in the sky immediately noticed that something was wrong, and in the footage captured by their electronic camera, the city came to life.

The high-rise buildings that were hidden in the night turned into ant hills, and the black pressure pressed a crowd like an ant colony from it suddenly surging out and scattering to the earth.

The helicopter gunship hurriedly pointed its searchlight at the ground, and the white light pierced the night sky, illuminating everything.

The sound of tapping footsteps is one after another, which is more solemn and calm than the noisy city, and more free and enthusiastic than the military parade.

People, men in Vendetta uniforms, tall or short, fat or thin, old or young, rushed along the streets, like red blood flowing through the veins.

Constantine and Harry Potter, two British people, were coerced by their own compatriots and were quickly diluted in the crowd.

The officer in the helicopter gunship watched in amazement, staring at the black-covered streets, a heartfelt fear gripped his heart.

It is true that this officer, whose name is not even mentioned, can dump missiles on bunker towers on the Middle East battlefield and let machine gun bullets penetrate the bodies of groups of fleeing people in panic, but the Middle East and London are different after all.

London is a civilized city, and the calmness of civilized people under the threat of violence is far more shocking than the servile and subservient knees of barbarians under violence.

The officer realized something, he shook his numb and cold arm, took off the walkie-talkie from the cabin wall, and shouted: "This is Air Patrol B-5, there are people here who have violated the curfew law, they are heading towards Trafalgar Square, repeat, they are heading towards Trafalgar Square." ”

Trafalgar Square is the most famous square in London, England, with King's Cross Street at the southern end of the square and Whitehall as the office of the British government further south.

The noisy electromagnetic waves, the loud gunshots, and the louder sound of "The Internationale" came from the walkie-talkie, and the officer listened attentively, only to hear the British general's roar: "How many?" How many of them are there? ”

The officer swallowed, looked at the rich black that was connected by the street below, and said with difficulty: "A lot, General. ”

"Damn it!"

The general gritted his teeth, and just as he was about to say something, the murmur of electromagnetic waves became louder again, completely drowning out the voice.

The co-pilot of the helicopter turned his head, "What should we do?" Sir. ”

The officer's face tensed, the color of struggle flowing on his face, "Fly low." ”

"Sir, the crowd below is likely to attack us."

The officer said categorically: "Then hover in a position that they can't attack, and fly as low as you can while ensuring safety." ”

So, the gunship descended.

The churning propeller blades drove a fierce wind and lifted the dust on the ground, and the officer picked up his horn and shouted below: "People, go home, I know you are dissatisfied, angry, and confused, but this kind of behavior that opposes the government of the British Empire can do nothing but disturb the social order."

Go home, at least tonight, and there will be no bloodshed. ”

No one responded, and the crowd was still moving forward.

A wave of despair welled up in the officer's heart, and he picked up the horn in vain, struggled to open his eyes in the storm, and continued to shout: "People, please believe me, go home, I know ....."

He repeated what he had just said, but it was still useless.

The police cars patrolling ahead noticed that something was wrong, and the uniformed officers picked up the walkie-talkie and said something as soon as they saw the crowd.

Soon, armored vehicles drove up, and the stocky and heavy vehicles were lined up, head to tail, trying to block the street.

"They didn't dare come here."

A sweaty London policeman sat in the driver's seat of the vehicle and pretended to be casual and said to his young partner in the passenger seat: "They don't dare to pass...."

His words were forcibly interrupted, and the crowd grabbed the edge of the vehicle's chassis with a pair of hands in pitch-black leather gloves.

Lift, shake, flip.

The earth-shaking sensation confused the police officers in the police cars and the soldiers in the armored vehicles, struggling to climb out of the driver's seat, guns in their hands.

"Stop, stop!"

More than a dozen police and soldiers in London stood in front of the crowd of tens of thousands, guns in hand.

Their ranks and ranks were now no longer threatening, and along with the guns, they became some sort of comical props.

"Stop!!"

A London policeman shouted hoarsely, nervously shooting into the sky, "bang" gunshots echoing in the night sky.

The crowd ignored him, didn't even slow down, simply passed past him, and let him stand there in despair, letting go of his gun.

Trafalgar Square, arrived.

The troops, who had been pouring ammunition at Leon, stopped, turned their guns, and headed towards the crowd.

The heavily armed soldiers were unusually nervous in front of civilians ten or a hundred times their own number.

They clenched their guns tightly, sweat from their palms moistening the trigger.

The Blood's erosion of the army is not high, at least not at the level of grassroots soldiers, all they can do is to screen and mobilize some non-London soldiers to garrison the Houses of Parliament.

The adjutant looked at the crowds that kept pouring in from all over the streets, and said with difficulty: "What should we do? Checkmate. ”

“....”

The general clenched his fists, and he felt every inch of water in his throat be squeezed clean by an emotion called "shivering nervousness".

"What are we supposed to do? Checkmate. The adjutant repeated one side more.

The general said with difficulty: "... Connect me to Command. ”

The so-called command is actually the cabinet group of the British government headed by Prime Minister Ross and the Minister of Defense.

The dignitaries were no longer at 10 Downing Street, and because of the urgency of the situation, they were staying in a secret base far away from Whitehall.

The general turned on the walkie-talkie and said quickly: "Your Excellency Prime Minister, this is the number one on the periphery, please give an order." ”

The other side was silent, and the people here had already crossed the National Gallery of the British Empire, and crossed the "fourth pedestal" for modern sculptures.

The square, built to commemorate General Nelson, who died in the Anglo-French War in 1805, has become so crowded that there are professional soldiers on one side and hundreds of millions of people on the other.

Tapping, tapping, and the sound of footsteps boiled over as the silent marching crowd easily lifted the steel fence and crossed the barbed wire fence to make its way towards the Capitol.

What do they want? What are they for? Don't they know that once the army has made up its mind, it can easily eliminate these "mobs" of them?

"General, give the order quickly!" The adjutant yelled.

The general lowered his arms and looked at the crowd with a somewhat blank gaze.

The communication of the walkie-talkie became clear, and the chaotic and meaningless electromagnetic waves were sorted out and translated through the electronic components, and transmitted to the general's ears in the form of air shocks.

"Fire."