The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 273 Trend
Li Ang watched the crowd gradually disperse. They will search for those blood races according to the map Constantine projected over London, and give the latter the justice they deserve.

"You did a good job."

Li Ang said with a smile to Constantine and Harry Potter who came trotting over: "Whether it is laying the groundwork, guiding, or erupting the public's emotions, every step is on the drumbeat. If this operation can be successful, you will be considered the first success." .”

"You are overrated. Mr. Potter and I just did what we were supposed to do."

Konstantin, who had been studying the Oriental thick black school in Academy City, smiled humbly, and said with a very reserved manner with Huaguo characteristics: "The main thing is that you come to the front line in person, command on the spot, build a strategic position, coordinate the overall situation, and control the overall situation. The results now.

To sum up our past achievements, it is inseparable from the joint efforts of the colleagues in the experimental base, and even more inseparable from the care and support of Mr. Li Ang, and the correct leadership of Mr. Li Ang.

We must unite closely around you, Mr. Li Ang, to..."

Once Constantine started talking, he couldn't stop. He flattered his flattery with one set of official words, and he didn't even repeat a sentence after talking for a long time.

When Harry Potter on the side had ever seen such a flattering operation, he couldn't help being stunned. He just wanted to respond with a few words to show his presence, but he couldn't hold back anything—after all, Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Wizardry has never He was not taught how to get along with his superiors.

"Hehe, Mr. Constantine, you are too modest."

Li Ang smiled casually, and said indifferently: "But tonight's good show has just started, and the real opponent is still to come. Don't be complacent just because of the success of the prologue."

"Follow your teachings."

Constantine bowed humbly and exaggeratedly, and dragged the little wizard Harry away—they had other tasks.

Li Ang, on the other hand, continued to walk on his own, comfortably and leisurely.

He enjoys the feeling of being hidden in the crowd.

People wearing masks have given up their individual social identities, but have become a part of a huge whole, carrying out the collective will.

They ran on the streets extending in all directions, like a river divided in front of a rock, and led to countless different ditches.

Some people passed by Li Ang, shouted the slogan of Guang Weizheng, and released a red torrent towards the Capitol.

The light bloomed silently, engulfing the magnificent building called the Palace of Westminster.

Those glass windows with old stains, those wall tiles that have been eroded by the river all year round and covered with smelly moss, and those interior furnishings with a long history have not been damaged by the red torrent.

Only those individual creatures with divine blood fluctuations are harmed by the torrent.

Some members of the House of Lords and House of Commons in the chamber, the old-school nobles in the Westminster Hall, the old scholars in the library, these members of the blood family with extremely high social status, under the attack of the red torrent, even It didn't last a second, and everything turned into candles.

Even the werewolves who served as guards suffered great injuries, their chests half-melted, and they collapsed to the ground.

"Hang them!"

The crowd shouted frantically, ran past Leon, and savagely rushed through the gate of the Capitol, dragging the vampires and werewolves out, and placed them side by side on Trafalgar Square.

"Don't kill me! Please, don't kill me."

A gray-haired blood clan member struggled to puff his broken and leaky cheeks, begged for mercy vaguely, and kowtowed, "I am a senior judicial officer in the House of Lords, and I have worked as a senior trial lawyer for 15 years. I litigate for civilians, I litigated for salaried workers, I litigated for single mothers, I'm a good man, I'm a good man!"

The crowd was stagnant when they were ready to hang him with their hands. Many people had seen the appearance of this senior judicial official on TV, and vaguely heard about his moral character.

"fraud."

Li Ang, who was wearing a V for Vendetta uniform, stood up, pointed to the judicial official's nose and said, "Hanson Stevens, a lawyer, a judge, a star bureaucrat on a TV show, uses Guang Weizheng's character as Pave the way yourself.

However, in fact, you are also a cannibal blood clan. You have bought Eastern European girls at high prices from Albanian gangsters and dark web sellers many times, and kept them in the basement of a villa in the suburbs.

In that basement like a magic cave, many Eastern European girls who embraced the vision of "a good life in Europe and America" ​​were played to death alive. "

Hanson-Stevens tried to defend himself, but the ebullient crowd would not give him a chance.People took the rope from the store and put it around his neck, round and round.

"No, I'm a nice guy, I'm really a nice guy."

He struggled, cried, and begged for mercy in the most humble tone, but he was still hung on the street lamp.

The body of divine blood baptized by the red torrent has lost the capital of resistance.Hansen Stevens struggled endlessly, his legs seemed to draw arcs in the air, and finally with a convulsion, his body stood still.

His death seemed to be a signal, and the remaining vampires and werewolves begged for mercy and cried even harder.

"Please, I still have sons and daughters, they can't live without a father."

"I am innocent! They are the ones who persecuted me!"

"Mercy! Mercy!"

However, the agitated and indignant people no longer listened to the excuses of the other blood races and werewolves. They just frantically prepared ropes and wrapped them around the necks of these sacred-blood creatures one by one.

Li Ang, who was wearing a V for Vendetta uniform, once again disappeared into the crowd. He watched the scene calmly and objectively.

Was Hanson Stevens really a good guy?Were any innocents among the god-blood beings about to be hanged in Trafalgar Square?
None of the above issues are important. A violent revolution is like a hammer. While smashing the glass windows of the old world, it will inevitably splash the glass residue and damage the interests of some people.

Blood clans who claim to be kind are like landlords who claim to be "innocent" in the Agrarian Revolution.Regardless of their personal virtues, their existence is inherently sinful in the trend of the times.

This is the choice of the trend of the times, this is the choice of public morality, and has nothing to do with private morality.

Li Ang watched indifferently. Countless corpses were hanging lightly under the lamp. The light of the street lamp was dim and uncertain, casting human-shaped shadows on the ground. All the street lamps were occupied as far as the eye could see. It was so lively.

In November, bloodthirsty flies still came looking for a fishy and sweet smell, hovering blackly over the corpse, and with the corpse fluttering in the wind, like willow branches in spring.

"There are tens of thousands of willows in the spring breeze, and Great Britain is full of shun and yao."

Li Ang clapped his palms and smiled lightly, walking in the cold wind in the middle of the night.

(End of this chapter)