Leon watched as the crowd dispersed, and they would follow the map projected by Constantine over London to search for the Bloods and give them the judgment they deserved.

"You're doing a good job."

Leon smiled at Constantine and Harry Potter who trotted over, "Whether it's foreshadowing, guiding, or erupting the emotions of the people, every step is on the drumbeat." If this operation can be successful, you will be considered the first merit. ”

"You're overcredited, Mr. Potter and I just did what we did."

Konstantin, who had made up for the Oriental thick black in the school city, smiled humbly, and said with a very reserved Chinese character: "It is mainly because you are on the front line, on-site command, from a high vantage point, overall planning, and overall control, so that we have the current results."

Summing up our past achievements, it is inseparable from the joint efforts of the majority of colleagues in the experimental base, and it is inseparable from your care and support Mr. Li Ang, and the correct leadership of Mr. Li Ang.

We must rally closely around you, Mr. Leon, to..."

Konstantin couldn't stop talking as soon as he opened the chatterbox, and Feng Ying's clichés were one after another, and he didn't even repeat a sentence for a long time.

When did Harry Potter on the side see such a sycophancy, he couldn't help but be stunned, and just thought about showing his presence with a few words, but he couldn't hold back anything - after all, Hogwarts Wizarding Academy had never taught him how to get along with his boss.

"Hehe, Mr. Konstantin, you are too modest."

Li Ang smiled casually and said nonchalantly: "But tonight's good show has just been staged, and the real opponent is still to come, so don't be complacent because of the success of the prologue." ”

"Follow your teachings."

Constantine humbled and exaggeratedly bowed, and dragged the young wizard Harry away - they had another mission.

And Li Ang continued to walk on his own, comfortable and leisurely.

He enjoyed the feeling of being hidden in the crowd.

The masked man has given up his individual social identity and has become a part of a larger whole, carrying out the will of the collective.

They ran through the streets in all directions, like a river cut in front of a rock, and were led to countless different ditches.

Some people passed by Leon, chanting slogans and unleashing red torrents at the Capitol.

The light bloomed silently and engulfed the magnificent building called the Palace of Westminster.

The glass windows with old stains, the mossy wall tiles that have been eroded by the river for many years, and the interior furnishings with a long history have not been damaged by the red torrent.

The torrent only harms individual creatures with divine blood fluctuations.

Some of the members of the House of Lords and the House of Commons in the council chamber, the old-school nobles in Westminster Hall, the old scholars in the library, these members of the blood clan with extremely high social status, did not survive even a second under the invasion of the red torrent, and all turned into candles.

Even the werewolves who served as guards were so hurt that their chests were half-melted and they collapsed to the ground.

"Hang them!"

The crowd shouted frantically, ran past Leon, savagely stormed the doors of the Capitol, dragged the Bloods and Werewolves out, and placed them side by side in Trafalgarh Square.

"Don't kill me! Please, don't kill me. ”

A certain gray-haired member of the Blood Clan struggled to stir his broken and leaky cheeks, and begged for mercy in a vague manner, kowtowing like pounding garlic, "I am a senior judicial officer in the House of Lords, I have been working as a senior trial lawyer for 15 years, I have fought lawsuits for civilians, I have fought lawsuits for salaried workers, I have fought lawsuits for single mothers, I am a good person, I am a good person!" ”

The crowd was ready to hang him, and many people had seen the appearance of this high-ranking judicial official on television and vaguely heard of his character and morality.

"Liar."

Dressed in a V-shaped vendetta uniform, Leon stood up, pointed to the judicial official's nose and said, "Hansen Stevens, lawyer, judge, star bureaucrat on TV show, pave the way for himself with Guang Weizheng's person.

In reality, however, you are also a cannibal blood, and on many occasions in the hands of Albanian gangsters and dark web sellers, you have bought Eastern European girls at high prices and raised them in the basement of a suburban villa.

In that cave-like basement, I don't know how many Eastern European girls with a vision of a 'better life in Western Europe' have been toyed with to death. ”

Hansen Stevens tried to plead, but the emotional crowd wouldn't give him a chance. People brought ropes from the shops and put them around his neck round and round.

"No, I'm a good person, I'm really a good person...."

He struggled, cried, and begged for mercy in the most humble tones, but he was still hung by the streetlight.

The god-blood body that had been baptized by the red torrent had lost the capital to resist. Hansen Stevens struggled, his legs arcing through the air, and finally his body came to rest with a twitch.

His death was like a signal, and the remaining Bloods and Werewolves begged even harder to cry for mercy.

"Please, I have sons and daughters, and they cannot live without their fathers."

"I'm innocent! They forced me! ”

"Mercy! Benevolent! ”

However, the agitated and indignant populace no longer listened to the arguments of the rest of the blood clan and werewolves, and only feverishly prepared ropes to wrap around the necks of these god-blood creatures one by one.

Dressed in a V-shaped vendetta uniform, Leon once again disappeared into the crowd, and he calmly and objectively watched the scene happen.

Is Hanson Stevens a good guy after all? Are there any innocent people among the soon-to-be-hanged god-blood creatures in Trafalgarh Square?

None of the above issues matter, a violent revolution is like a hammer, smashing the glass windows of the old world, and at the same time, it will inevitably splash the glass residue and damage the interests of some people.

The self-proclaimed good blood clan is like the self-proclaimed "innocent" landlord in the agrarian revolution. Regardless of their selfish virtues, their existence is inherently sinful in the trend of the times.

This is the choice of the trend of the times, this is the choice of public morality, and it has nothing to do with private morality.

Li Ang watched indifferently, countless corpses hung lightly under the lamp, the light of the street lamps was dim, casting human shadows on the ground, and all the street lamps were occupied, so lively.

In November, there are still bloodthirsty flies and insects looking for a fishy sweet smell, hovering over the corpse, swaying with the corpse in the wind, like a spring willow branch.

"There are thousands of willows in the spring breeze, and Great Britain is full of Shunyao."

Li Ang stroked his palms and chuckled, walking in the cold wind in the middle of the night.