After sighing about the sad life experience of Comrade Shen Yue, the commissioner of the National Security Dragon Group in the UK, Wang Qiu and Wang Yao both felt a little tired, and then looked at the tour group around them, they were all tired and sleepy, so they planned to end the tour, leave the park, and find a place to rest.

However, they had just gathered and walked to the side of the parking lot when they suddenly saw a commotion in Hyde Park—accompanied by a miserable cry for help, a dozen Indians and blacks with broken heads stumbling out from behind a bush, trying to get into the crowded area, and screaming "The Nazis are coming!" The tourists who saw this scene changed their voices and screamed and hugged their heads to avoid.

Immediately afterwards, a group of guys wearing black trench coats, golden masks, and holding sticks and short knives also appeared in Wang Qiu's field of vision. I saw them waving a flag with a black "Z" pattern written on it, and roaring loudly, while fiercely chasing the blacks and Indians who were rolling all over the ground. One of them seemed to notice Wang Qiu and the other Chinese "tourists", so they raised their sticks and shouted and cursed in this direction.

Wang Qiu and others, who had just come to the UK, were inexplicable at first. And Comrade Shen Yue, who was the head snake of half the land, immediately changed his face, and quickly pushed Wang Qiu's shoulder, "...... Oops! Come on! It's the Order of Nelson! If you don't want to die, get in the car! ”

“…… The Order of Nelson? What kind of organization is this? Gangsters in Britain? Wang Qiu asked as he ran to the bus.

“…… There is still a difference with gangsters. More akin to the skinheads in Russia and the Ku Klux Klan in the United States, or the Nazis in Britain......"

Shen Yue leaned over and explained in a low voice. “…… The members of the Order of Nelson, all white supremacists, shouted 'Britain is Britannica', 'England wants every man of his duty to do his duty', and from time to time attacked immigrants of colour - although they mainly targeted blacks, North African Muslims and Indians, they were not very polite to our Chinese...... Alright, let's go! ”

Next. As soon as Wang Qiu rushed into the bus and got into the passenger seat, he saw a masked man in the distance taking out a shotgun filled with iron sand through the window. Pulled the trigger on a black man who was holding an iron rod...... Only a "boom" was heard, and the black man immediately fell to the sky. Then another group of masked men surrounded the black man, kicked him around, and stabbed him with knives. The scene is bloody.

And in other corners of the field of vision. The men in black in golden masks were also using sticks, knives and shotguns to commit murder, and all people of color, including blacks, Arabs and Indians, were attacked. In addition, several skinny gold masks carrying bags of marijuana handed out leaflets about the Nelson Order to panicked visitors.

Although these stylish black-clad thugs managed to create an atmosphere of terror as soon as they appeared, on the other hand. There were also a few blacks and Indians who saw the guys in gold masks, and immediately pulled out their pistols and shotguns and opened fire in response. It's a pity that the marksmanship is too stinky, and he never hit a man in black, but beat many ordinary tourists who can't avoid it to cry wolves and mourn all over the field......

“…… Oh, my God! Am I in London? Is there still a law in this place? Looking at this kind of fighting scene that seems to be only in gangster movies, Wang Qiu couldn't help but speak, "...... There have been deaths, and no one has gone to the police? ”

“…… Useless! Most of the police are in league with them, and these white racists are behind them!! ”

Uncle Shen Yue sighed helplessly while starting the car, "...... However, the beaten blacks are not a good thing, and I have just recognized a drug dealer who often sells 'powder' and marijuana on the streets of East London, and a human trafficker who often abducts underage girls......"

“…… But why do they have to trouble the Chinese? Wang Qiu stretched out his hand and pointed to a hanging figure in the distance—the bankrupt Chinese investment immigrant—and asked in confusion. At this time, the unfortunate middle-aged man had been hung from a tree with a rope, and a fire was being lit underneath, and a group of men in black and a few bad boys were smashing stones at him and in the face, and he was about to be tortured into a pig's head.

“…… What's the solution? No matter where there is a riot, no matter who is beating whom, we Chinese will always suffer! ”

Shen Yue glanced back as he spoke, estimating the distance between himself and the unlucky guy who was tortured, Zuihou still shook his head helplessly, and gave up his plan to go to the rescue - the distance was too far, with green belts and fences in between, and several black-clothed men with guns. Although shotguns loaded with shotguns and iron sand are generally difficult to kill people, if they are punched with pockmarks in the face, they will suffer the same. What's more, there are still so many old and weak women and children around him who need to be protected, and he really doesn't have the energy and the situation to pay attention to any "outsiders" who can't be beaten.

Not long after Wang Qiu and the others got into the car, the similarly panicked "China Strange Ability Organization Tour Group" also got on the bus one after another. Perhaps because they were born in violent organs, the psychological endurance of these people, young and old, is not ordinarily strong, just sat on the chair in shock, gasped for breath with palpitations, and then took out their mobile phones and cameras, clicked and took photos, and even couldn't wait to upload them to Weibo.

At this time, Hyde Park has completely become a chaotic battlefield. Not only did the Golden Masks of the Nelson Order attack people of color, but all sorts of ruffians and hooligans also came to join in the fun, leaving the local whites who didn't get out of the way in time.

In Wang Qiu's field of vision, there are hippies with thick eye shadow and colorful faces, one by one combing their cockscomb or moxican head, wearing heavy rings such as earrings, nose rings, and face rings, decorated with various tattoos on their necks and arms, and wielding strange weapons such as nail sticks, tomahawks, and nunchucks, chasing after every domestic or foreign tourist who seems to have oily water.

No way. In this country called Britain, there has always been a variety of hooligans who are known as shijie. And the point of fire that ignited the riots has always been very low. Even those seemingly polite gentlemen can also go out into the streets to smash and loot because they are not used to the government's tax increase policy. It can also be a brawl in a bar because the United team has scored one less goal, or it can be robbing a shop because of the jealousy of North African immigrants for taking their jobs......

In addition, London is also one of the most famous metropolises with the most guns...... This is despite the fact that the law in the UK is against guns.

Therefore, when they noticed that someone was taking pictures of themselves in the parking lot not far away, these strange people deliberately rolled their lips and made strange images towards the camera, and from time to time they put a few shots aimlessly. It's like performance art, it's so arrogant that it can't be more arrogant.

I reluctantly waited for a while to see that the carriage was almost full. The heads were almost all in line, and not far away someone had already started setting fire to the car, and a stray bullet hit the bus door, leaving a hole...... As the team leader, Wang Yao finally shouted: "Don't wait!" Drive! ”

However. Before Shen Yue could start the engine. A grizzled guy threw himself in front of the car and called for help, and everyone looked at it and recognized it as the Muslim scholar who had spoken at the Freedom Forum in Hyde Park. It's just that he is now very embarrassed, his gold-rimmed glasses are gone, his Koran is gone, his clothes are also torn to tatters, and he has no trace of elegance, just shouting: "Help! Help!”

Belch. Do you want to save this guy who doesn't know the details? The people in the car suddenly fell into a tangle - if they didn't save themselves, they seemed to be a little careless. But if you open the door to save people...... Who can guarantee that he will not pull out a miniature submachine gun or a bundle of detonator explosives from under his robe?

At the same time, the Muslim scholar who was calling for help outside the car door seemed to notice the skin color of the passengers, and saw the sickle and hammer badge on their bodies, first his pupils shrank slightly, and then he made a move that surprised everyone - I saw him suddenly take out a red and bright party card, "snap" on the window glass, and at the same time speak a full Chinese Mandarin, anxiously shouting, "Comrade, help!" ”

- Suddenly, Wang Qiu only felt a sense of disobedience that was so thick that it was like a substance, and he suddenly rushed towards him.

And all the staff of the "China Strange Ability Organization Tour Group" on the entire bus were all stunned in the face of this foreign comrade who suddenly appeared...... After a few more seconds, Wang Yao was the first to react and exclaimed:

“…… God, I recognized it, this guy is Rahman. Abbas! Our counterpart in Pakistan, let him get on the bus! ”

After a few moments, the bus finally started. In the midst of the roaring engine, Wang Qiu only heard Comrade Shen Yue in the driver's seat shouting, "Everyone is holding on", and saw him slam on the accelerator, hit a garbage bin and a row of fences, and jumped onto the road......

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“…… When I was knocked to the ground with a stick, they started searching my phone and wallet, and as I struggled to remember, they kicked me. ”

In the bus that was slowly "squirming" on the streets of downtown London, the frightened Rahman. Abbas, the Pakistani scholar who explained the customs of Muslim life to visitors in Hyde Park, and the representative sent by the Pakistan branch of the Comintern's exorcism column to London to mourn, drank mineral water and spoke Mandarin Chinese, which he claimed to have learned from the Chinese construction team in his hometown, told the "Chinese Alien Organization Tour" with embarrassment about his misfortunes," ...... Look, what is the swelling of my arm? ”

Looking at his bloodstained arms and his broken face, the Chinese comrades in the car couldn't help but feel quite sympathetic.

“…… Hey, it's really miserable! When I was in St. Petersburg, I was hunted down by Russian skinheads...... People are in a foreign country, they have no relatives, they are bullied like this! An old man sighed and said, "...... I have a can of Yunnan Baiyao Spray here, do you want to use it to relieve the pain? ”

Under the leadership of this old man, everyone on the bus generously donated bandages, anti-inflammatory drugs and so on, and contributed a lot of cigarettes and snacks to the Pakistani comrade to suppress the shock, and some people gave an embroidered placket old cotton jacket. Covering Rahman's torn clothes from the cold...... Until Sister Wang Yao couldn't stand it, she snorted angrily and leaned over to expose his old bottom.

“…… Come on, Comrade Rahman from Pakistan. Don't pretend to be pathetic here! She teased as she expertly sterilized Rahman's bleeding, "...... Who doesn't know that your hometown of Peshawar City has exploded at two ends in three days, what car bombs, human bombs, donkey bombs are on the ground in turn, and when there will be no terrorist attacks for a month, that is, Allah and Marx have appeared together.

Didn't you always brag to us that you 'went to school listening to gunshots' when you were a kid. Go home to the explosion'? You should have been used to this little battle like this now! Not even tanks, bazookas and mortars were dragged out, what a big scene! ”

“…… Hiss - it hurts! Come on. Can you be gentle? Rahman rolled his eyes with a grin, "...... At that time, I was wearing a steel helmet, a bulletproof vest, and a pistol in my school bag. There were also grenades hidden in the desks. Always ready to fight. But now it's unprepared! Hey, if I was in Hyde Park with a pistol, how could I be so embarrassed? ”

“…… Speaking of which, what's going on in the mess at Hyde Park today? Who provoked those golden masks of the Nelson Knights to go on a killing spree in the city? Wang Qiu also interjected and asked, "...... As a party, Comrade Rahman, do you know some inside information? ”

“…… How do I know about such a thing?! Rahman shrugged. He replied with a grunt, "...... I've also just been in London for a few days. When he was idle and bored, he imitated the great deeds of the sage Engels and went to the speech corner in Hyde Park to practice his eloquence. Who knew that such an unlucky thing would happen...... By the way, you just said that those bastards with golden masks are called the Nelson Knights? Who are they? ”

Regarding this question, Wang Yao and Wang Qiu, who originally wanted to ask Rahman, couldn't help but look at each other for a while, and Zuihou had to turn their heads together, and turned their eyes to Uncle Shen Yue, who was driving with a steering wheel, and opened his mouth with a sigh, "...... That, Comrade Shen Yue ......"

“…… Ah, I see, you want to know more about the knights of Nelson in the golden mask just now, right? ”

Shen Yue replied casually while slowly playing the steering wheel in the slowly squirming crowded traffic, "...... How to say it, these golden masks should be an extremely xenophobic and violent organization created by British racists and far-right parties in recent years, and it seems that it was originally founded at a gathering in Trafalgar Square, saying that it was to carry on Lord Nelson's legacy and call for 'England to want every man of his to do his duty', so he gave himself the name of the Nelson Knights. The political slogan was the complete expulsion of foreign immigrants and the 'purification' of Britain...... In the rumors of us immigrants, it was really notorious and felt like the stormtroopers of Nazi Germany......"

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Meanwhile, in an extended-length limousine at the other end of Hyde Park, the Minister for Polar Development and Minister for Magic in Whitehall, David Brown. Chancellor Potter was staring at the smoke, fire, and commotion in the park in a cold sweat as he shouted to the Indian guests beside him.

“…… I'm really embarrassed to let you all see such an embarrassing scene when you first came to the UK...... However, I can assure you that things like this are not often seen in London, and you and your friends are sure to have a great time in London......"

“…… Hehe, Mr. Minister does not have to be modest, riots like this, several times a year in Mumbai and New Delhi, we have long been used to it. I just didn't expect it to be like this in London......" Ballam, the leader of the delegation of the Indian Paranormal Agency, who smelled of curry, turned his head to glance at the melee scene outside the window, and then grinned, showing two rows of gold teeth, and replied disapprovingly in a strange Indian style English:

“…… Also, my friends and I have always been interested in what London has to offer, and many of them have never been to England in their lives...... Just, when will we arrive in Soho (London's red light district)? The car has been delayed here for half an hour! ”

“…… Well, I'm really sorry, Mr. Ballam, because the riots are blocking traffic, you may have to wait a little longer. ”

Although London was still cold at this time, David. Minister Potter still felt cold sweat trickle down his forehead, and after barely exchanging a few more words with the Indian guests, he finally couldn't help but escape from the stretch limousine of Captain Ballam, took a deep breath of cold and damp air, and then turned around and grabbed Harry, the permanent secretary (under-minister) of the Ministry of Magic. Gordon's collar roared angrily:

“…… Damn it! Harry! Look what kind of errand you've got for me! I never knew that a cabinet minister would have to take care of pimping!! ”

“…… Calm down, Lord Potter, there is no need for you to be angry. In the past, the Prime Minister and the Cabinet Secretary were in charge of the matter personally. Secretary Gordon first frowned and put David . Potter's palm was torn open and his collar was straightened before he replied calmly, "...... Of course, Honorable Minister, if you really don't want to participate in this reception, you can leave it to me to do it for you......"

“…… So, please take them to the girl! Chancellor Potter waved his hand helplessly, "...... What's going on?! (To be continued......)