The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 268 Forgetfulness
London, somewhere underground.

The chandelier exudes warm light, illuminating the space that is not spacious.

A wooden round table was placed in the center of the basement, and a dozen figures sat behind the table, creating an atmosphere of plotting some sort of treacherous conspiracy.

These people are cabinet ministers, the decision makers in Whitehall, [-]% dignitaries.

It's just that behind them stood blood elites with their fangs bared.

Sir Humphrey Applebil put down the walkie-talkie with ease, and with a hook of his finger, turned the machine off.

He turned around and looked at Prime Minister Rachel Ross with a livid face.

The provocative female prime minister put her hands on the table with a "snap" and shouted at Sir Applebil: "How dare you? How dare you!"

Prime Minister Ross's sudden outburst was immediately stopped by the blood woman behind him.

The prime minister's economic policy adviser, who was dressed in professional women's clothing, grabbed the prime minister's shoulders with her arms like iron clamps, and forcibly pushed the prime minister back on the chair.

"How dare you? Sorry, Prime Minister, I don't really understand what you mean."

Sir Applebil frowned and said with a smile: "Do you mean the matter of inviting you here? Or the matter of shooting?"

Prime Minister Rachel Ross did not say a word, but stared at the Permanent Secretary of the Cabinet with stern eyes.

If eyes could kill, Sir Applebil would have been beaten countless times at this moment.

"Ha ha."

Sir Applebil said indifferently: "There is no way to do this. The majesty of the British Empire must be maintained. If they are put in the Houses of Parliament today, they will be able to occupy Downing Street tomorrow.

This is no ordinary rally and parade, but an organized and purposeful political activity.

This is the naked British Revolution, and they must be crushed in the cradle. "

Prime Minister Rachel Ross was even angrier when she heard the words. She tried to stand up, but the policy adviser behind her restrained her tightly, and she could only sit in her seat and roared: "They are just civilians, just unarmed civilians! You are so If you do it, aren't you afraid of causing even greater public outrage?!"

"Of course I'm not afraid. The people are like pigs and dogs. After a while, they will stop by themselves. Emotions come and go quickly. You only need to injure and kill the group at the front, and the mob behind will collapse on its own."

Sir Humphrey Applebill shrugged and said: "Even professional armies will collapse before a certain death rate, let alone ordinary people?

A series of gunshots, together with anti-riot shields, anti-explosion batons, shock bombs, tear gas, and high-pressure water cannons, can easily destroy their resistance. "

Speaking of which, the blood race paused, and said with a wicked smile: "As for the consequences, you don't have to worry about it, you must know that the total IQ and memory duration of a group are inversely proportional to the size of the group.

No matter how great the suffering or humiliation is, it only needs time and the media to guide it, and it can be easily digested, and no one cares about it anymore. "

Prime Minister Rachel Ross retorted: "Absurd! People can be fooled, they can be manipulated, but they don't forget."

"No, no, no, Mr. Prime Minister, the people are surprisingly easy to be domesticated. Once the rein is pulled, their memory will fade far faster than you can imagine."

Sir Humphrey Applebeer said, wagging his fingers: "In 1932, in the United States, which had become the center of world civilization - that is, our British cousin, demonstrations by veterans broke out.

Those veterans with missing arms and legs and skinny bones could not survive in the environment of the Great Depression, so they could only humbly ask the federal government for help and demand the immediate payment of the compensation promised to them in World War I.

It's a pity that Mr. Hoover, who was the president at the time, thought that these veterans made "excessive" demands inappropriately. He himself was poor, so he believed that the hardships of the veterans were all due to the veterans' lack of hard work. '

Moreover, President Hoover also believed that the veterans' demonstrations were a conspiracy planned by political opponents who wanted to overthrow him, and that it was the result of "Soviet Communist elements" fueling the flames behind the scenes.

Ever since, he ordered the suppression and expulsion of those veterans who marched on Washington.

General MacArthur and General Patton led thousands of soldiers, several tanks, and used bayonets and rifles to forcibly expel the veterans and their wives and children from their camps on the outskirts of Washington.

Screams, gunshots, and cursing merged into one, tear gas bombs and smoke from burning houses could not be distinguished from each other, and the bodies of veterans who were stabbed with bayonets were still wearing military uniforms and military badges.

But guess what, the end result?MacArthur did not suffer any punishment. Even President Hoover, who personally issued the order, left after the presidential election with dignity, and was able to live in his own country house and write his memoirs complacently.

No one cares about those who died. Even today, which American people go back and take the initiative to search for these records, and the American media will take the initiative to uncover this disgraceful scar?
At most, it was just used as a topic of conversation in a private occasion with three or two people. "

Sir Humphrey Applebil looked at the tense and silent Prime Minister Ross, spread his hands, and said with a smile: "Today's Guy Fawkes night is the same, even if some people died in the conflict , we can also identify it as a spy sent to the UK by an 'foreign force',
It only takes one or two smoke bombs from the media to provoke the so-called truth, and the uninformed people will fall into the vortex of mutual refutation.
As for the truth?They will never really understand in the past, present, and future—they just need a plausible excuse that can help them forget this period of history, let them convince themselves that the world is like this, and let them continue to be blind and ignorant pariahs. "

Speaking of this, Sir Humphrey Applebeer was able to laugh, he put his hands on his hips, and smiled comfortably: "And you, respected Prime Minister Ross, are that excuse.

Let me tell you what's going to happen: an hour later, you'll be televising the nation that a small riot in London has been crushed, and you're the one who ordered it. "

Prime Minister Ross said blankly: "Why should I do this?"

"Because you are a pure patriot, and a pure, noble, and pure person is the easiest to be seen through and manipulated."

Sir Applebil didn't care about the other party's feelings at all, but said with a smile: "You love this country very much, and hope that this splendid country can continue to sail.

If you don't want tonight's bloody and violent conflict to be the last straw that crushes the British Empire.Then you must be a person of sufficient weight to bear all the necessary evils. "

The vampire bowed down, looked at Prime Minister Ross with expectant and playful eyes, and said softly: "Master Prime Minister, it's time for you to make sacrifices for this country, take the blame."

It's a pity that Prime Minister Ross is not from China, so she can't tell the cold joke of "why I have to take the blame".

She just trembled her lips, glanced around the round table, and nodded bitterly and helplessly when other cabinet ministers dodged their eyes.

She loves this country and is willing to give anything for it.

"hahahahahahahaha."

Sir Humphrey Applebill was able to laugh. He had never felt that life was so beautiful, and those so-called V for Vendetta plots were vulnerable to live ammunition.

However, the sudden sound of the walkie-talkie interrupted his laughter, causing him to frown and pick up the walkie-talkie,

"Hey?"

"... This is Peripheral No. [-]." The general who did not know his name said with difficulty: "We have encountered some troubles here."

In front of this general, all the bullets, tear gas bombs, shock bombs, and high-pressure water guns that poured into the crowd were frozen in the air by invisible force, like some kind of modern sculpture.

It was not Leon, Constantine, Deadpool, or Harry Potter who created this spectacle.
but the crowd.

The group of people walking in the forefront, showing the proof of magic net spell casting from their sleeves.

There are about thousands of these magic net users. They draw energy from the ether towers all over London, and they are stretching out their arms, driving the ether, and freezing the barrage.

The scene was deadlocked, and not only the soldiers were stunned, but also the masses of the people.

Sir Humphrey Applebill in the underground fortification gave a full "tsk", four pointed fangs protruded from his mouth, and screamed towards the sound hole of the intercom.

The infrasound waves, which ordinary people cannot hear, are accurately transmitted to the square through the walkie-talkie.

The British soldiers in the front row didn't react yet, but the British army array in the rear suddenly rushed up, pushing their comrades aside, and quickly replaced their firearms with new magazines.

Hidden in the magazine is a special bullet specially developed by the blood race to restrain the caster of the magic net.

The general stared dumbfounded at the mutiny in his army. He tried to grab the trumpet to maintain order, but the expressionless adjutant just punched him in the stomach, causing him to fall trembling.

The adjutant picked up the trumpet, solemnly waved his arm, "Shoot!"

This time, the screaming special bullets smashed through the ethernet and penetrated the magic net casters.

Blood splattered.

(End of this chapter)