The second volume is full of glory and splendor in the capital, and the spirit is full of vitality in the foggy city. Chapter 328 Major Events (10)
Subtitle of this chapter: Dawn Goddesses, Come!
This was a , especially Sir Halewood, the Commissioner of the London Metropolitan Police.
Secretary Humphrey was right when he said that it is better to waste time than to do something.
He knew that he would definitely lose his official position after the "723 Incident", but in order to prevent a worse situation from happening, he had to use all his tricks.
The Director-General also learned about the situation through the released hostages. It turned out that this "Hibiscus Corps" had committed such a shocking crime in order to force the Japanese government to abolish the Shandong Treaty.
Even if he was not an official specializing in international politics, he knew that the Japanese government would never agree to this request.
But precisely because this was a wishful thinking, he felt he had a chance to throw the ball to the Japanese.
So after careful consideration, he agreed to the hijacker's request to issue a statement.
Little did they know that they had fallen into the trap set by our Master Yuan!
This is also the fourth serious mistake made by the British police, which is recognized by later generations.
Greenwich Mean Time, 6:08.
The first rays of dawn shone into Piccadilly, illuminating the bustling crowd.
That's right, compared to last night, there were many, many, many more people at both ends of the street... many, many, many more people. The entire street was filled with onlookers who had come to watch.
Who says white people don’t like to watch the fun?
Such a lively event in London naturally attracted many curious people, and even many vendors selling food and drinks.
“Fish and chips, fresh from the oven!”
"Beer, beer, who wants beer?"
There's nothing we can do about it. It's because the British don't eat sunflower seeds and don't like drinking Coke.
Of course, there were no outsiders within fifty meters of the embassy, only police and officials, and a large group of reporters gathered at the door.
In a democratic country, the people you cannot afford to offend the most are journalists.
After all, not everyone is as bold as our Emperor Trump, calling CNN FNN and completely ignoring the "Gray Lady." Even he has a pretty good relationship with the hard-right FOX.
Prime Minister Lloyd and Director Holwood still hoped that the press would say a few good words for them, so they naturally couldn't kick these reporters out.
Besides, those damn robbers had demanded that reporters be present when they issued their statement, which they did.
"Look! Look!"
"The door is open! The door is open!"
“It’s coming out! It’s coming out!”
Just as these people shouted, the tightly closed door really opened a crack, and two black-robed men wearing animal masks walked out.
“Snap, snap, snap…”
The spotlight flashed instantly.
Fortunately, these two people have good psychological qualities and do not seem to be affected at all, nor do they do anything extreme.
Instead, he put the microphone he had carried out on the ground, brought out two large loudspeakers, and then turned around and entered the embassy.
So the steps at the door became the podium for the press conference.
Then a young girl in a bright red evening gown appeared in everyone's sight.
"That's not..." the reporter from Le Monde who arrived first yesterday shouted, "Miss Emma Pulitzer!"
When she heard the reporters' greetings, she waved to her subordinates with full energy.
"Snap, snap, snap."
Our "High Priestess" has murdered many of her colleagues' films and disposable spotlights.
Behind her followed an oriental girl in purple clothes who was dressed a little strangely but looked very pleasing to the eye.
The early morning light shines on the two beauties dressed in gorgeous clothes. Especially in such a tense environment, the contrast is very strong.
The former is like a red rose with dewdrops, and the latter is like a purple lotus in the mist, which makes people feel pleasing to the eye.
Miss Pulitzer walked gracefully to the microphone and said in a clear voice, "Hello, friends from the press. My name is Emma Pulitzer, and I'm a full-time reporter for the New York World."
"I and..." She pointed at Lin Huiyin and said, "This Miss Phyllis Lin is also a hostage."
"But we both volunteered to stay in the embassy as hostages. So please don't come to rescue us."
Several reporters immediately asked, "Ladies, why would you risk staying in there?"
The female reporter answered without hesitation: "I am a reporter, of course I have to stay at the news scene!"
Then she said with a hint of shyness, "Besides, my fiancé, Mr. Louis Baker, is still in the hands of the Hibiscus Legion..."
Listen, what a strong psychological quality, what a noble professional ethics, what a fearless dedication, and what a touching love story.
Just because of these two sentences, Ms. Emma Pulitzer will not only become the first female journalist in the world in the future, but also become an idol for professional women, and incidentally become a symbol of feminism and loyalty.
Her life is settled.
Someone else asked, "Ms. Pulitzer, what is the situation with the hostages, including the two crown princes?!"
"Her High Priestess" spoke slowly, "I believe everyone is concerned about the hostages. From what I've seen, they've all been treated very humanely. No one died, but Dr. Yuan was slightly injured due to a disagreement with the Hibiscus Legion."
She pointed at Lin Huiyin again and said, "And Miss Lin happens to be Dr. Yuan's student, so she chose to be with her teacher."
"Gentlemen, please wait a moment."
"Everyone should know by now that the Hibiscus Corps is speaking on behalf of the Chinese people, so they chose Ms. Phyllis Lin, who is also Chinese, as their spokesperson. Now, I will give the floor to her."
"Please, Phyllis."
Lin Huiyin, with a pale face, pursed her lips tightly and walked to the microphone step by step.
She was nervous.
She glanced around and saw reporters scrambling in front of her, police officers not far away, looking as if they were facing a major threat, a bustling crowd outside, and, of course, the constant flashing of cameras.
"I……"
At this moment, the seventeen-year-old girl couldn't help feeling dizzy. After saying a word, she didn't know how to continue.
She was stage fright.
"I……"
She thought of a man.
"There is a fierce tiger in my heart, yet I can still smell the roses."
"I……"
"When Yuan saw you, he was reminded of the Sanlin of Minhou, the green blood and yellow flowers."
"I……"
"This is a fine Cuban cigar, Miss Lin, aren't you going to finish it?"
"I……"
"I wave my sleeves and not a cloud is taken away."
"I……"
"Huiyin, as long as you perform well this time, don't even mention being called China's most beautiful woman or the Republic of China's most talented woman... you can become an idol for women all over China... and even the world!"
That incredibly handsome man, that always mysterious man, that man who always looked at her with strange eyes, that man who rushed to be her teacher the moment they met...
He did not break his promise.
He really, really, really provided himself with a stage to become an idol for women all over the world!
"I... am Phyllis Lin, from Fujian, China..."
