The mounted police naturally did not hesitate, took out batons and handcuffs from their waists, and said calmly: "Sir, there is a curfew system in London. If there is no proof of communication, it is an illegal act to interfere with public order by appearing on the street.

Now stand in the corner with your head in your hands. ”

Leon sighed, glanced at the rank of the mounted police, and said nonchalantly: "Okay, Officer Miller, I am willing to accept the punishment of British law."

But can you tell me what is the nightly TV show in London right now? ”

"Uh... What the? ”

Officer Miller, who had never been asked such a question, hesitated for a second, frowned, and said, "It's just some late-night talk show or boring soap operas or TV commercials." ”

"Really? That's boring. ”

Leon pouted indifferently, as the British government gradually tightened the entertainment program, the people of London had fewer and fewer channels to enjoy the fun, all talk shows turned into flattery to the British Empire, and any questioning and slandering of the top and Prime Minister Rachel Ross could not exist.

"Well, Officer Miller, let me tell you that there's going to be a big extravagant event in London like never before."

He raised a finger and pointed to the "Criminal Court of England and Wales" on Barry Street far away.

The quaint, stately, majestic Victorian building has stood there since the 15th century, and can be said to be the birthplace of the judicial system in England and even in Europe.

At the top of the criminal court, there is the golden "Statue of Justice", who holds a scale in her left hand and a sword in her right hand, with a solemn and resolute expression, and a divine gaze carved by the hands of craftsmen, overlooking the whole of London.

“Fiat justitia ruat caelum.”

Leon recited a Latin phrase and said with a smile in the bewildered eyes of the mounted police, "This is an ancient Greek proverb carved on the back of the statue of the goddess of justice, which means, 'For justice to be achieved, even if the heavens fall apart.'" ’”

The mounted policeman, who had no leisure to receive re-education, smiled disdainfully, dismounted, and came to the other party in handcuffs, ready to arrest this young man who was full of nonsense.

"30 seconds."

"Thirty seconds later," said Leon, "Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture, an orchestral piece composed in 1880, will be played on the air raid sirens throughout London.

This piece has a unique and profound people's nature, like a steady wave, resounding in every corner of the city, with a solemn and powerful attitude, every listener is fiercely grasped, high above the times. ”

"Wh.... What the? ”

The mountie's movements hesitated for a moment, and he cautiously glanced at the other party again, not in a hurry to carry out his official duties.

"Forty-five seconds later, as the marching band joins in and the music reaches its majestic climax, the criminal courts of England and Wales, the symbol of the European judicial system, will explode and burst into flames, visible even from the farthest reaches of the city."

"The roar of the explosion in the criminal court should echo every drumbeat of "1812", and the people of London, who have been driven into their houses by the curfew system, will poke their heads out of the windows and watch this huge fireworks display with timid, confused, surprised, and stunned eyes. ”

The mounted police were a little uneasy, and his reason told him to hurry up and do his duty, handcuff the other party, and don't listen to this nonsense. However, the hunch in the dark told him that maybe he could wait for a while, and he should wait a little longer, waiting for the time limit that the other party had said.

The Mounties couldn't help but glance at their watches and slowly raise their handcuffs, convincing themselves to spend this short time in this middle-of-the-road way.

Tick, tick, second hand turns, time flies.

In 30 seconds, it was here.

The mounted police couldn't help but look up.

The radio horns that were originally used to sound air defense sirens during World War II have been replaced and curtailed over a long period of time, and now it is no longer a war year, and the masses of the people do not need to worry about the iron heel of fascism coming again.

People, what they need is entertainment, entertainment, and entertainment.

So, there is no need for outdated loudspeakers, which should be swept into the dusty heap of history – only recently did Prime Minister Ross order the relocation of loudspeakers on the streets in order to be able to speak to the residents of London at any time.

Involuntarily, the mounted officer swallowed.

The trumpets stood silently, holding their heads high, towards the sparsely starry night sky of the foggy capital.

Harry Potter, cloaked in a cape, appeared on the upper floors of a residential building across Barry Street, glancing indifferently at his watch.

Time's up.

A slight hallucinatory music began to sound,

First of all, the solemn blowing of the brass group is elegant, brilliant, solemn and magnificent and full and bright.

Then there is the percussion, which evolves in a gradual manner, like one wave after another that pushes the majesty upwards.

The string ensemble took the stage, and violins, cellos, and double basses marched towards the battlefield in unison like a group of resolute soldiers.

Residents all over London opened their windows and looked out.

The Scottish Yard policemen patrolling the streets, looking up.

The elite bureaucrats, who live on the top floors of the extravagant buildings, come back to their senses from the glamour of the glamour, rush to the window in shock, holding a wine glass in one hand and the edge of the window in the other, looking down on the city of London with disbelief.

"Damn! What's going on?! A roar rang out at 10 Downing Street.

The mounted police on the side of the road trembled, and the handcuffs fell to the ground involuntarily.

He knew what was going to happen.

Finally, the "1812 Overture" reached its peak - the bells and drums roared! Cannons rang out!

The statue of Justice on the top floor of the Criminal Court suddenly cracked, and the scales and swords in the statue's hands flew out sideways, as if to split London in two.

The stone structure crumbled, and the glass was violently propped open by the expanding hot air, and the crystal shards reflected the dazzling light of the fire, scattering to the ground.

Fireworks, slowly rising from the collapsed criminal court structure,

Two arc-shaped trajectories are outlined, intertwined into a V-shaped structure, cutting through the pitch-black sky.

V, Prime Minister Churchill's favorite gesture, once again soared over London with a dazzling fireworks.

Confused residents looked and questioned each other, while the policemen in the streets below shouted and threatened with batons in their hands, telling them to honestly shrink their heads.

"It's just a prelude."

"The explosion that happened in the criminal courtroom will cause ripples like pebbles thrown into a pond," Leon said slowly.

Layer after layer of ripples transmitted, expanded, and finally turned into stormy waves, overshadowing all opposing voices. ”

The mounted policeman turned around tremblingly, looked at Li Ang, and said bitterly, "Who are you?" ”