The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 265 Tent
November [-]th, evening, London.

The setting sun, like blood, skimmed over the tops of tall buildings, casting shadows on the streets like a net.

London police officers in dark uniforms are evenly distributed on every street corner. Most of these London police officers are expressionless, just shaking their minds, looking back and forth at the sparse pedestrians walking by the street, like simple surveillance cameras.

Most of the police are equipped with guns, batons and walkie-talkies are distributed on both sides of their belts, like soldiers with swords and shields in ancient legions.

Occasionally, some police officers wore sunglasses and led the police dogs on the ropes. Winter was approaching, and the cold and humidity made the black-backed dogs tremble a little.

On the side of the street where the police officer was standing, there was a video store where the midsize TVs on the cabinets were playing an editorial program in unison.

"Tonight, anyone who protests, instigates, or confuses will be severely punished as an example to others."

On the TV, a certain news program host shouted loudly and emotionally: "Our country is going through a difficult time, and we need each of us to unite."

It's a pity that not many people paid attention to his speech. To be more precise, the pedestrians on the street at this moment are extremely sparse. Even if there are one or two people passing by in a hurry, they will tuck their necks and stand their collars to avoid the police. Check eyes and communicate with each other only with eyes.

Commonly known as, the road with the eyes.

A solemn and depressing atmosphere lingers in this city. The old buildings engraved with the traces of time are like some kind of ruins standing on the ground, filled with the "rotten smell of capitalism" that has not been washed away for a hundred years.

Li Ang, in a suit and leather shoes, walked leisurely down the street with a cane in his hand.

His existence is like a drop of insoluble ink. Whether it is temperament, clothing, eyes, or smile, it is completely incompatible with London at this moment.

Li Ang, who cast an invisibility spell on himself, calmly passed in front of the police and walked in the direction of Whitehall.

After walking a few streets, the road ahead was blocked by a steel fence gate, and the sign with white letters on a red background next to the gate was very conspicuous.

The whole body of the steel fence gate is dark green, with dense sharp cones on the top and a row of pulleys on the bottom, connected by the most primitive mechanical lever lock in the middle - in this case, the gate that does not rely on any electronic components is more reliable.

Surveillance cameras are placed on both sides of the gate, and two British soldiers in steel helmets are standing on the sentry tower beside the gate, holding guns and watching the road vigilantly.

They couldn't find Li Ang.

The blood clan who controls countless technology companies behind the scenes has long provided the most advanced equipment for these urgently recruited troops.

The detector that can detect the slightest ether fluctuations, like two big horns, is erected on the side of the street, receiving and feeding back ether information all the time.

However, to no avail.

Li Ang took a step slowly, mobilizing the etheric energy of the entire city with his fingers, and carefully concealed his whereabouts. Under the watchful eyes of these two devices, he relied on brute force to forcibly dismantle the mechanical lever lock of the door.

Squeak.

The rollers turned, and the gate slid to both sides, and what Li Ang saw was a 1.5-meter-high temporary fortification.

These low Great Walls, urgently poured with cement, are wrapped round after round of fine iron wires. The iron wires are full of sharp barb-like spikes. All behaviors will cause the spikes to sink deeper and deeper,

Behind the concrete fortifications are the British troops.

These British troops had their backs against Whitehall on the third floor and the outer three floors, with firm faces, each holding a steel gun, and the muzzle of the gun was pointing at other directions in the city.

They are armed groups that carry out political tasks, resist or carry out aggression externally, and consolidate the regime internally.

If the peasants with dung forks and hoes gathered in groups in the Middle Ages, they might pose a threat to the few knight lords. If they were not careful, they could destroy the castle and burn the domineering lord to death.

Then the arrival of modern times puts an end to the rule of the bottom-level independent wave.

In the era of breech-loading guns, there is no revolution.

The gap between the professional army with sufficient logistical supplies and ordinary people's combat power has reached the point where numbers cannot be smoothed out. The lethality of the modern firepower of the established system is far beyond the upper limit that the crowd can bear.

No matter how tough the body is, it will be pierced by bullets, and no matter how noisy the people are, it will be crushed by artillery fire. As long as 1000 professional troops are blocked at the street entrance, with sentry towers, barbed wire, and cement barriers, no matter how many human bodies come It's just a target.

In other words, if the people do not have enough firepower to destroy the construction fortifications, no matter how hot they are, how fanatical and furious they are, they will not be able to overwhelm the army formation—the premise is that the army can make up their minds to shoot at the crowd.

"I have always been unafraid to speculate on Baipi with the worst malice."

Li Ang talked to himself, and walked towards the British army formation calmly.

The sudden opening of the steel gate immediately attracted the attention of the British soldiers.

"what happened?"

"How did the door open? Who opened the door?"

"Does the detector respond?"

The soldiers standing on the sentry tower shouted loudly, the British army behind the concrete fortification came to check, and the intelligence personnel hiding in the last tent began to look at the surveillance video.

While they were panicking and busy, Li Ang had already walked into the crowd.

The so-called consciousness is nothing more than a bioelectrical reaction under the physiological structure of the brain. Li Ang's body continuously releases tiny amounts of electromagnetic waves, cutting off the bioelectrical signals in the brains of the surrounding British soldiers, and easily manipulating these people to move their arms, move their steps, and avoid them. he.

Seen from a high altitude, the British soldiers standing in front of Li Ang would automatically disperse like a school of fish. Their expressions remained normal, and they dodged to the side very naturally. They would stand back to their original positions after Li Ang passed by, and they didn't notice anything at all. Wrong place.

The whole process was silent, harmonious and orderly.

After a while, Li Ang passed through the British army and arrived at the tent that was the temporary headquarters.

The tent was full of people. There were computers and wires on dozens of tables. Young men and women in military uniforms were busy in front of the computers. Numerous tactical command electromagnetic waves were transmitted back and forth over the tent, communicating with other troops.

The walkie-talkie was activated, "This is Perimeter No. [-], the iron door was suddenly opened just now, and we are investigating whether any outsiders have broken in."

"What?" A middle-aged man in military uniform who seemed to be the leader of this place frowned. According to the military rank he was wearing, it could be seen that this was a general. "Is there an intruder?"

"We can't be sure, but current investigative methods can't detect much more."

"...Well, keep in touch at any time." The general frowned and put down the walkie-talkie. He didn't want to complicate the situation. As a soldier, he needs to implement the orders of his superiors, but as a citizen, he also loves his compatriots. Don't want blood and conflict to be staged in London.

"I hope no one will come over tonight."

The general muttered to himself with a gloomy expression.

Suddenly, the heavy curtain of the tent was lifted by a sudden gust of cold wind, and the eerie chill reverberated in the narrow space. The scarlet, blood-like setting sun completely disappeared on the edge of the city, like some kind of ominous call.

Contemptuous faint laughter sounded in the tent, and Li Ang, who no one could see, leaned on the pillars of the tent, watching the British army fall into anxious waiting again with cold eyes.

On the evening of November 11th, it finally arrived.

(End of this chapter)