10 Downing Street, Prime Minister's Office.

As the spokesman of the Thirteen Clans of Blood in Britain and the permanent secretary of the Cabinet of the British Empire, Sir Humphrey Applebier sat at the Prime Minister's desk, his solemn face could not hide his anger.

The current British Prime Minister, Ms. Rachel Rose, sat in a chair, closed her eyes and brooding, rubbing her brows haggardly.

The dossier of the massacre in a suburban London estate sits on her desk, with the word "confidential" printed on the brown hard paper cover — what hurts the female prime minister.

Rachel herself knew that London's elite, such as cabinet ministers, media tycoons, and diocesan bishops, often attended "banquets" that were open to the outside world.

Erosion and extravagance can no longer satisfy the dark desires of the "big guys", and only by relying on some more deviant hunting activities can the numbing nerves of the powerful be stimulated.

Throwing slaves bought on the black market into underground prisons and ordering them to fight each other to the last man;

privately set up evil clay idols, and used kidnapped two-legged sheep to carry out blood sacrifices to worship evil gods;

Raise **, put on a collar for **, and exchange it at the banquet, even if you play alive and die, you will not hesitate;

When she first took office as Prime Minister, Rachel Ross was shocked by the contents of these "banquets".

Unlike a certain American female secretary of state on the other side of the ocean, she still has the most basic moral values, and after seeing the shocking feast of cannibalism, she immediately planned to interfere with and prohibit the banquet held by the blood clan.

However, before the decision-making document could leave the office, a representative of the Bloodline knocked on the door and dissuaded Prime Minister Rachel Ross.

"The Bloodlines are the real stewards of Britain and Europe, and if the Prime Minister's moral purity does not allow such content, then I can go back and tell my compatriots to use foreigners as consumables.

As long as it is not a British citizen who dies at the banquets, there is no reason for you, Prime Minister of Ross, to stop the entertainment at these banquets. ”

In the final analysis, the post of British Prime Minister is nothing more than a shield for the British Imperial bureaucracy, and without the support of many British bureaucrats led by Sir Humphrey Applebier, she could not even add a chef to 10 Downing Street.

Drawing his mind back from his memories, Prime Minister Ross opened the file and looked at the blood-soaked photographs of the crime scene.

Konstantin's personal bad taste is evident in the photographs.

The parish bishop, who was fond of playing, was dressed in a holy white robe, lying on his back in the center of the hall, and the two eyeballs that had been removed were placed in the palms of his hands, and in their place the eyes were filled with two golden coins.

The corpse of the media tycoon, who likes to manipulate public opinion and cover up the truth, hangs from a chandelier and stuffs several fluffy "yang ♂ dingtian ♂" of different colors and sizes in his mouth - this is obviously a mockery of the nonsense of the media group.

As for the postures of the corpses of the rest of the magnates, they are all ingenious, alternative and interesting, with both black humor and bloody brutality.

Ms. Rachel Ross sighed and closed the file.

The crimes of these people are too numerous to mention, and naturally it is not a pity to die, and the only thing to worry about is how to explain the cause of death to the outside world.

In fact, if the top elites of the whole of Britain were shot in a row, they would definitely be killed; If you kill one by one, there will definitely be a slip through the net.

The most important thing is the death of the blood clan.

Those glamorous and beautiful immortals were torn apart by the brutal magic, and the thin slices of meat were evenly spread on the ground, like alabaster beef on a porcelain plate, which was mouth-watering.

The many heads of the blood clan were neatly put together to form a hill, and at the top of the hill was a green broccoli.

Prime Minister Ross is not a person of heavy taste, but when she sees these images, a trace of relief still rises in her heart.

Those who lead beasts to eat people will always be killed!

A faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, but it was immediately muffled by a sigh - after all, there was a Blood Advocate sitting on the other side of the desk.

The collective death of one Blood Elder, two Blood Dukes, and dozens of Blood Clan nobles had already caused an uproar within the Thirteen Clans, and these immortals had not suffered such huge human losses since the end of the Middle Ages.

"Humphrey, this matter needs to be thoroughly investigated."

Ms. Rachel Ross frowned and said to the Secretary-General: "No matter who is responsible for the massacre, no matter what the cost, the British Empire will not allow such atrocious crimes to occur." ”

These kinds of words are pure polite words and have no meaning.

"Thank you for your kindness, Prime Minister."

Sir Applebir bowed his head and said, "The clan will not ignore the death of a member of the Bloodline, and we will send an internal reconnaissance force to investigate it thoroughly.

All you have to do is help us take care of the aftermath and maintain stability. ”

"I know."

Prime Minister Rose grimaced and nodded, setting the tone for the massacre.

"So, let's talk about the gold medal host."

Humphrey took out another document and spread it out in front of the Prime Minister, "According to the investigation, the gold medal host was caught by the wizard's Imperius curse, so he made a big deal out of the BBC TV program." ”

"Wizard?"

Prime Minister Ross raised his eyebrows in some consternation, "Haven't they stopped interfering with the normal world?" ”

"That's right, those poor creatures whose brains have been corrupted by the blood of the gods are now busy dealing with the return of the Dark Lord."

Humphrey's face was gloomy, and he said thoughtfully: "But there is a big mystery behind this, why did the mastermind behind it use Voldemort's name?" Why would a wizard choose to stir up trouble at such a point in time? ”

The permanent secretary of the cabinet clenched his teeth, he could feel an overwhelming net covering London, unable to escape, unable to retreat, only to watch as the sphere of activity continued to be eroded and encroached.

He came back to his senses and said softly: "Your Excellency, there is still more than half a month before the November 5th they said, and what we have to do at present is to block the news, stabilize the situation, and protect the people's hearts. ”

"I've already arranged for someone to handle it."

Prime Minister Ross took a long breath and said: "The curfew will be enforced very strictly, and the intelligence agencies will cooperate with Scotland Yard to eavesdrop on all London residents and collect public opinion data."

Refugees from the Middle East will be regulated more strictly than ever before, and no outrage will be allowed to occur so as not to excite the residents of London.

In addition, the British Empire's troops were stationed outside the city, ready to enter the city if needed to help maintain stability in Scotland Yard.

The mastermind behind the scenes tried to leak the existence of the Blood Clan to the outside world, and in the last few days, it has to be kept secret, so I hope that the Blood Clan's side will act more smoothly to prevent the news from leaking. ”

The British Empire is in turmoil, and all the female prime minister can do is to repair the broken ship so that it can only survive the storm.

"Yes, Prime Minister."

Sir Applebir nodded, stood up, and when he walked to the door, he was stopped by the Prime Minister,

"By the way, Humphrey, what's that document you're holding in your hand?"

Prime Minister Ross pinched the frame of his glasses and said casually, "Can you show me?" ”

"It's just an irrelevant urban plan, you don't have to worry about it."

Humphrey smiled and closed the door as he clamped the document titled "Hydra Artificial Bloodline - Second Sea Lion Project" a little tighter.