In the Kyushu world, "eating one's own kind" is a great taboo, and it can even be said to be a high-voltage line.

No matter what your background is, no matter what you have done before, if you touch this high-voltage line, it is a total denial, it is an evil way, and it is a veto.

For example, when it comes to determining good and evil, there are three most important questions.

First, do you eat your own kind?

Second, would you kill your own kind?

Third, do you like killing and abuse?

If the first two questions are NO and the last question is YES, then the person belongs to the type of "both good and evil"; if the first question is NO and the other two questions are YES, then the person belongs to the type of "can try to save"; if the three questions are YES, then the person will naturally be killed; if the first question is YES, then even if the other two are NO, it is basically "killed and forgotten......

Eating one's own kind is the most frenzied demon, and it is not worth saving at all.

Among these demonic outer paths, the most hated people are those who eat people.

Demons eat people, after all, everyone is not the same kind, for example, people eat six animals and five grains, although people hate, but everyone is just a contradictory position, whoever kills is justified, there is nothing to say.

But man eats man...... Then it's really not a matter of "killing" it.

For example, in the laws of Bactria there are the so-called "ten evils and four major sins", the former will not be pardoned even if the new emperor ascends the throne and grants amnesty to the world, and the latter is a crime so serious that "death" alone is not enough to punish it, and it is necessary to torture the soul after death, and after death, the soul must be imprisoned and then tortured.

The first of the four sins is "cannibalism".

These four major crimes, in Pan Long's previous life, are "particularly serious crimes", "particularly brutal circumstances", and "particularly bad impact...... of that kind. They can be said to be the high-voltage lines of the Great Xia law, and those who touch them will die! Even if they are old and young, sick, disabled, demented, crazy, and meritorious and meritorious...... Nor can the penalty be offset.

Even, even if it is a character like Emperor Cangqiong, he does not dare to eat people - although he will use the Blood Sky to suck the blood of his victims to death, he really does not eat people...... At least Bi Lingkong didn't say he would eat people.

In Pan Long's previous life, the death penalty had been basically abolished, but several vicious crimes such as "killing many people", "cruel methods" and "cannibalism" were still to be sentenced to death or even executed immediately.

Pan Long was a human being in two lives, and he was extremely disgusted with the matter of "eating people". At this moment, when I saw that the Anti-Suppression Bureau was clearly using human blood to make potions, I suddenly remembered those rumors.

If the Anti-Suppression Bureau really raises man-eating monsters, or even eats people themselves, then this organization ...... There is no need to continue to exist!

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he secretly made a decision in his heart.

Although the people in the Anti-Suppression Bureau didn't understand Pan Long's anger very much, they saw that Pan Long's face was suddenly cold, and the murderous aura was so strong that it overflowed, and even made the surrounding air tremble, and a thin layer of frost appeared on the ground.

...... Everyone could tell that he was really angry.

In an instant, a strong momentum covered everyone, and this momentum made everyone in the Anti-Suppression Bureau tremble, feeling a heavy stone pressing on their chests, and even breathing became difficult.

The policeman of the Anti-Suppression Bureau, who was pouring potions on his companion, felt the most intense, and in an instant, he even felt that he had been stabbed in the skin by dozens of sharp blades, and the eerie cold almost soaked into the bone marrow, as if he was about to be dismembered by a knife in the next second.

He hurriedly shouted, "No! this is a potion made from the blood of a forest troll!"

The murderous aura on Pan Long's body suddenly decreased a lot, and he asked, "Forest Troll?"

"That's right!" the policeman hurriedly explained, "the forest trolls have extremely strong recovery powers, and we have raised two of them, feeding them one pig at a time, and exchanging them for bloodletting to use as raw materials for us to prepare troll recovery potions. ”

"This potion can give a person a strong recovery similar to that of a troll in a short period of time, but if the injury is not severe enough, the excess potion may cause the body to grow excess parts and become deformed. He hurriedly said, "We rarely use this potion." ”

"It's rarely used, and you have two trolls specially raised?" Pan Long asked suspiciously.

"Because sometimes, one use is a lot!" sighed another elderly policeman, "Our Anti-Suppression Bureau often has to fight powerful demons, and it is not surprising that dozens of people have broken hands, broken feet, broken bones, blind eyes, and even dying of life. If it weren't for the troll recovery potion, I'm afraid I would have died several times. ”

Pan Long's gaze swept over the faces of the two policemen, then the other policemen, and finally landed on the face of the mustachioed policeman who led the way.

The mustachioed policeman was still very arrogant and greedy before, but when Pan Long was really angry, in the face of the strong momentum he exuded, this guy immediately felt weak and weak. If it weren't for his well-trained and determined will, I'm afraid that my legs would have collapsed on the ground.

He swallowed and stammered: "The mission of our Anti-Suppression Bureau is to protect the British Empire, and it is indeed inevitable to do something contrary to morality for this purpose. But we also have our own pride, how can we learn to eat people? You are insulting us!"

As he spoke, his words became fluent - because Pan Long's momentum was gradually decreasing.

After he finished speaking, Pan Long nodded and said, "I hope what you said is true." ”

Then, as soon as he turned around, he walked into the depths of the moonlit street, and in just an instant, he disappeared in front of everyone in the Anti-Suppression Bureau.

It wasn't until his figure completely disappeared that everyone in the Anti-Suppression Bureau breathed a sigh of relief, and the heavy pressure in their hearts finally dissipated.

"It's dangerous!" the old policeman sighed, "I thought I was going to die this time......"

"This is the Immortals, isn't it?" asked a young policeman, "when will there be another Immortal in London?"

"Immortals?" the mustachioed policeman sneered, "Immortals, I know several of them, but I've never seen such a strong immortal!"

More than one policeman suddenly changed his face and looked at each other in shock.

Those who are more powerful than the immortals are naturally the "named ones".

That is equivalent to Si Chen's god-like existence, each of which has the power to influence one or even several countries. Although it is said that there are also named people behind the Bureau, it is said that it is only said that no one in the audience can really be sure whether this "supposed" is true or false.

"He's ...... Which one is named?" asked the old policeman.

"How do I know? But looking at his momentum, it's either 'Blade' or 'Winter'. The mustachioed policeman frowned and said, "No, maybe it's a 'cup'......?"

He muttered to himself, thought for a while, and finally said, "Leave him alone, when I get back, write a report and hand it in." This kind of big man appears in London, and it is up to the director to be troubled by them, what does it matter to us?"

As he spoke, he could not help but sigh again: "Alas, how can we get the Holy Grail from him? This treasure is of great historical significance to us in Britain......

The policemen shook their heads, but no one answered.

Everyone knows that this is just a fantasy.

That one is so powerful that it makes people shudder, who can snatch the Holy Grail from him?

"Alright, let's just do our own thing!" The mustachioed policeman cleaned up his mood and ordered his subordinates to arrange a defensive line and set up an enchantment to cover up the "Moonlight Street".

It is true that the style of the Anti-Suppression Bureau is no longer as glamorous as it used to be, but they are still guarding the underground order in London.

When these things were done, he walked up to the "thick-armed Kyle" and the others with his hands behind his back, and looked at them with very unfriendly eyes.

"Police...... Officer, we're not lying!" Kyle immediately exclaimed, "There's something weird here!"

"I didn't say you were lying. "But today, you've seen things you shouldn't have seen." Then, you have only two choices. ”

"Which two?"

"First option, we'll shut you up. Said the mustachioed policeman.

"No, no, no, don't! For God's sake, don't do it! Tell us the second option!" Kyle exclaimed hurriedly.

The mustachioed policeman smiled slightly: "The second choice is to become a 'trustworthy person'." ”

Kyle was stunned for a moment, then understood what he meant, and immediately frowned.

Who can be trusted by the Bureau?

Their own people, of course!

If they are people who lack social experience, they may fantasize that the Anti-Suppression Bureau will recruit them. But Kyle, an old Jianghu naturally does not have such beautiful fantasies, he knows that even if he and others become the "own people" of the Anti-Suppression Bureau, they will become nothing more than peripheral members - to put it bluntly, they are just cannon fodder that may be consumed at any time.

Cannon fodder like this is consumed a lot by the Anti-Suppression Bureau every year.

But he had no choice, if he didn't choose to become a peripheral member of the Defense and Suppression Bureau, he would only become a dead man.

Only the dead can really shut up!

Seeing him so good, the mustachioed policeman smiled with satisfaction.

"Now that you've decided, go to the London Police Station tomorrow during the day and report to the Nine. "Then we're going to give you a short training session, at least to let you know what to do in a special situation." ”

He patted Kyle's face, which was almost crying, with his gloved hand, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, life is precious, and we won't just 'consume' you." ”

Kyle nodded bitterly, not daring to say a word.

The mustachioed policeman vented the anger he had just received on Pan Long's side, and laughed happily.

But he didn't know that in the moonlit street just a dozen meters away, Pan Long was sneering, staring at the scene in front of him.

He didn't actually leave at all!

Compared with exploring Moonlight Street, Pan Long is more interested in exploring the secrets of the Anti-Suppression Bureau. So he seemed to have walked into the depths of the moonlight street, but in fact, he was just disturbing the moonlight with his true qi and creating an illusion.

The level of this illusion is not high, and if you look closely, it is easy to see that the figure that walked into the depths of the moonlight is actually very vague, and it does not look like a real person.

But how could the people of the Bureau of Prevention and Control have the courage to stare at his background and take a closer look?

At this moment, he was standing in a deep shadow, and his whole person seemed to melt into the shadows. It's the stealth skills that come to the fore.

His stealth skills are so powerful that even though they're close, they can't see him at all.

After a while, a policeman wearing glasses said, "The moonlight is fading, and this time the moonlight street is going to disappear." ”

"Thankfully, the whole process went well!" the old policeman sighed, "if something rushes out of it, it will be in trouble!"

"Don't say it, it's scary to think about!"

Soon, the fog obscured the sky again, the moonlight dissipated, and the moonlit street disappeared without a trace, except for an ordinary alley that looked unremarkable.

The police went into the alley, checked it carefully, and made sure that there was no problem, and then left with confidence.

But they didn't know that Pan Long was by their side during the whole process, even close at hand.

When they packed up their things and left, Pan Long followed them unhurriedly.

The group walked a few streets and soon came to a tall tower.

The tower was lavishly decorated, the golden tower looked quite brilliant in the mist, the blue two-story top shone like a jewel, and under the top of the two-story tower, a huge clock was walking unhurriedly, making a monotonous ticking sound.

This is a landmark in London, the clock tower known as "Big Ben"!

Pan Long was taken aback, he didn't expect the headquarters of the Anti-Suppression Bureau to be here.

As far as he knew, the tower of Big Ben was part of the British Parliament building, could it be said that the British Parliament was a neighbor of the Anti-Suppression Bureau?

Or...... The two sides are simply a family?

Thinking about it this way, it is not surprising that the Anti-Suppression Bureau is so powerful that it is even rampant.

After all, they have Congress behind them......

It's just that why is this kind of state-level force on the road of some indiscriminate abuse?

This is a bit of a hard way to understand.

(Could it be...... It has become a habit for the British to be robbers, slave traders, pirates or something, so even the bigwigs in Congress are keen to play this game?)

(When you think about it, it seems reasonable...... ）

Pan Long sneered in his heart, but there was no sound under his feet, like a ghost, closely following behind everyone in the Anti-Suppression Bureau.

They entered the clock tower, then opened a secret door and walked down a long staircase to the ground.

Underground, there is an extremely large complex of buildings, one room after another, and from the corridor at the top of the staircase, there is almost no end in sight.

Pan Long noticed that many of the buildings and decorations looked quite old, apparently quite old.

I don't know how much time and energy it took the predecessors of the Anti-Suppression Bureau to build such a magnificent underground building.

Seemingly...... The establishment of this underground anti-suppression bureau was long before Big Ben......