The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 239 Curfew
Today, the thirteen clans are no longer split into "Secret Party" and "Sabbat Alliance" like in the past-the entire European territory is enough to satisfy the appetite of these people, and there is no need to pay for survival resources and vain "" "Family Glory" fights to the death.

Instead, they can sit down calmly and make efficient joint resolutions, elect a council of elders in a democratic way, and make many resolutions, including but not limited to resource allocation, arbitration disputes, naming newborn babies, and the like.

In order to prevent the rights and interests of the blood race from being damaged, the Council of Elders specially set up a guard to monitor the human society's knowledge of the blood race, monitor whether the mortal elites have rebellious psychology, and protect the blood race manor.

In fact, when Constantine killed the first dignitary in the manor who supported the blood clan and worked for tigers, not only the elders of the blood clan woke up in the underground of the mansion, but also the blood clan guards rushed out of the guard room, holding long guns and short cannons, venting their anger. The blood energy directly attacked the banquet hall.

In addition, the alarm of intruders in the manor has also been uploaded layer by layer, directly reaching other blood clan strongholds. To a certain extent, this can be regarded as "one party is in trouble and all parties are supporting".

So, can Constantine escape from the attack of the swarming blood guards alone?
As an enlightened employer, Li Ang didn't care about this issue.

The heavily modified warlock's methods of defeating the enemy are almost as varied as his tricks.Even Doctor Strange has reported that Constantine often sneaks into the project labs run by other employees and steals a paranormal item or two with special abilities.

Thanks to Constantine's outstanding personality, eloquent tongue, and eloquence, he often reached an agreement with other employees, and everyone just turned a blind eye—after all, most of the people in the experimental base were formerly The villains of the chaotic evil camp have many common languages.

With all kinds of strange props, coupled with Constantine's own actual combat ability, the siege of blood clans is not difficult for him.

So Li Ang walked out of Diagon Alley with peace of mind and came to the street, admiring London at night.

The streets were deserted and dead silent, and only one or two lights leaking from the buildings could prove that London, the former center of the world, was not completely dead.

London has implemented a night-time curfew system. Anyone who does not have a communication certificate will be arrested by the Scotland Yard police on night watch and face prison and profound "ideological education".

A black van with the words "British Government Official Car" painted on it turned the corner, and the light from the street lamps could not penetrate the windows. This is an official vehicle specially used to maintain law and order and cooperate with the Scotland Yard police to patrol London.

This kind of pitch-black official car is more terrifying than a police car. It is said that only those residents who are "extremely harmful to society" will be caught in the vehicle.

The so-called "social harm" can be posting on the Internet to expose some insider information about the British Empire, hiding some books and materials that are contrary to the national conditions of the British Empire, or talking about some seditious things in public. lines.

These people who are tempting on the edge of violations will be disturbed in the middle of the night. Special government officials in uniform and expressionless knock on the door, and immediately show a "arrest statement" and forcefully break into the house, handcuffed and fettered. Detained on "Dangerous Citizens".

Where did the captured people go?No one knows.

People only know about those who were taken away, and nothing has been heard from him since.
Li Ang walked recklessly on the street, but he had nowhere to go.

In the past, the carnival nightclubs that played night and night stopped their operations, and the crowded bars closed their doors to welcome customers. Only in the center of the city, the top floors of those luxury hotels, are still open to the public-the opening limit is limited to powerful "high-ranking people."

Of course, the people don’t need to be jealous or resentful. It’s not just that the state officials are allowed to set fires and the people are not allowed to light the lamps. The reason why these rich and powerful lords are still gathering together in the middle of the night is naturally not to hug beautiful models on the left and right for simple entertainment,
Instead, in the spirit of dedication, thinking about how to formulate better policies that serve the people.

Governing the British Empire is a high-level art. On the one hand, the people must understand and even get used to their own difficult situation, and on the other hand, they must appease these untouchables so that they will not rise up to resist and turn back the wheel of history.

The topic of refugees in the Middle East has died on the political level, and the highest instructions from Downing Street have extinguished any sparks that might start a prairie fire.

The first is the speech. Prime Minister Rachel Ross gave a national speech, claiming that the country has come to the most dangerous brink of national subjugation just like 80 years ago. Britain must save itself and the British people must save themselves.

For this reason, she made the following decisions——

In the name of "reducing the government deficit", a large number of redundant departments were shut down, a large number of bureaucrats were fired, and the administrative system was forcibly compressed into a flat shape.

Summoned the person in charge of propaganda outlets, asked to control public opinion, actively guide the public,
By the way, the channels for citizens to obtain information from the outside world have been forcibly tightened. Whether it is newspapers, radio or television, they have set up numerous checkpoints to reduce the appearance of entertainment programs-this is to protect their minds from being poisoned by the dross of the outside world.

In addition, Prime Minister Ross also asked for more support for Christianity, to make those Christian priests who are obsessed with little boys a little more normal, and to cooperate with the British government to do a good job of resolution. =
Finally, there is the issue of refugees. Prime Minister Ross first issued a series of policies to enforce and restrain refugees, liquidate past cases, and never condone adultery. The vicious methods and firm attitude made the ignorant people who have been troubled by refugees shout long live, thinking that the British government has finally done it. A real thing happened.

As a result, it didn't take long for the British and French allied forces to bomb the Middle East countries, making the local situation even more chaotic, and waves of refugees flocked to Europe.

Anyone with a normal IQ can see that something is wrong—the British Empire was just about to deal with the refugees, but then it took the initiative to cause troubles and trigger a larger wave of refugees. This kind of big-faced and schizophrenic behavior has troubled the people unceasingly.

Soon, public opinion became bipolar. A group of people claimed that the British Empire had no intention of dealing with refugees.

Another group of people claimed that the British Empire will solve the refugees sooner or later. This seemingly slap in the face is just a big chess game played by the British Empire, a very big chess game, and only those who are really in high positions can get the inside information.

The two groups quarreled with each other, and the situation where they had unanimously pointed the finger at the British government was instantly disintegrated.

Public opinion is like a torrent, which can carry a boat or carry a boat. Instead of letting the people's hearts brew on their own and accumulate power, it is better to throw smoke bombs, let the people who lack information channels and have low intelligence fight among themselves, quarrel with each other endlessly, and have no time for others.

The mounted police far away spotted Li Ang who was strolling, reined in the reins, and yelled at the horse to approach slowly.

The square-faced Scotland Yard policeman waved a flashlight, and the dazzling light enveloped Li Ang, "Sir, do you have a pass?"

Li Ang scratched his chin indifferently, and said flatly: "Passport certificate? What is that, can it be eaten?"

(End of this chapter)