The second volume is full of glory and splendor in the capital, and the spirit is full of vitality in the foggy city. Chapter 332 Major Events (End)
Subtitle of this chapter: "Ocean's Eleven" and "Inside Man" are both good movies worth watching
"Found it, comrades!"
“That’s great!!!”
Cheers were heard from the basement of the Japanese Embassy.
At least half of the Hibiscus Army were in this basement. After stabilizing the situation outside, they came to this basement and started digging a hole.
Now there is a big black hole on the ground.
"Quickly pull Brother Weiyang out!"
Lin Kang, the "Pleasant Goat" who emerged from the cave, wiped his face with his hands, grinned and said happily, "Hahaha, Tai Sui's drawings are correct. This sewer really leads to the drainage system of the subway tunnel."
After hearing what he said, excitement appeared on the faces of the others.
"Brother Weiyang, how do we get into the subway tunnel?"
"Blow it up, of course!"
"But won't people outside notice this?"
"Don't worry, we've already made arrangements. Okay, let's go back and inform our comrades."
That’s right, what apology, what three days, what “surrender”, what “fight to the death”… those are all nonsense.
This is not some suicidal terrorist act, but a high-IQ crime like "Ocean's Eleven" and "Insider"!
July 24, 1921.
Greenwich Mean Time, 17:00.
Holyhead Pier, British Isles.
“Oh, oh, oh…”
As the sun sets, a few white seagulls fly over the pier, bringing the cool sea breeze and the fishy smell of fish.
"Dr. Yuan, your method is really useful." Ganon Townsend glanced at the two obedient Crown Princes and said in a low voice.
Our Master Yuan said calmly, "Mr. Cannon, we Chinese have plenty of ways."
The IPA leader said sincerely, "You Chinese are really resourceful."
"Okay, stop flattering a Chinese like me." Yuan Yan waved her hand and asked, "When will your Irish ship arrive?"
"I got the news, they should be on their way..." Townsend suddenly pointed to the sea and said, "Cuchulainn, that's the ship!"
Hey, isn’t Cuchulainn the spearman with luck E?
This doesn't seem like a good omen.
Yuan Yanshu thought to herself, luck doesn't matter to me. All I've relied on along the way is my own wisdom, my own imagination, and my own willingness to risk my life...
"Host, do you think you can get this far without this system's cheat code?"
It would have been fine if the Master Ball System hadn't mentioned this, but once it did, he became extremely unhappy.
He couldn't attend the first one.
He couldn't attend the Second National Congress either.
He can't participate in the three major, four major, five major... eighteen plus one.
Moreover, as a master of neoclassical liberalism, he probably has no .
Alas, life is really as lonely as snow.
"Master Ball, if it weren't for your crappy system, would I even be doing this on Piccadilly? I'm already in a meeting on Belle Street right now..."
Yes, he could have been a proletarian revolutionary of the older generation, but now he has become the ancestor of a new generation of terrorists.
If you are a proletarian revolutionary of the older generation, you can openly act like Luo Tianan, but if you become the forefather of a new generation of terrorists, you have to hide secretly. It is really unpleasant!
"Pickup truck..."
"Master Ball, shut up. Now send a message to the Eight of Swords."
So he used the golden finger to send a "text message" to his driver.
At the same time that the Irish ship arrived at Holyhead Pier on the west side of the British Isles, on the east side of the island, a fishing boat flying the Gallic tricolor flag once again docked at Greenwich Fishing Pier.
“Oh, oh, oh…”
As everyone knows, the young leader of the Aries youth is a very handsome and leadership-oriented historical figure... and of course, very smart.
He is so famous that his name doesn't even need to appear.
On the deck, the handsome young man looked up at the seagulls returning to their nests and asked casually in a Jianghuai accent, "Brother Zhuang, are we still coming to England to pick someone up this time?"
"Hmm..." Zhuang Kunlun looked at him, thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Yes, we are here to pick someone up this time."
"Brother Zhuang, I've read today's newspaper..."
He frowned and looked at Brother Zhuang thoughtfully.
"so what?"
And the latter looked into his eyes without flinching.
"ha!"
"Ha ha!"
"Hahaha..." They both laughed out loud at the same time.
"Brother Zhuang, your boss is really, really, really..." The leader of "Aries" thought for a long time but couldn't find a suitable adjective.
"Impressive, right?" Zhuang Kunlun said with mixed feelings, "My boss is indeed a very powerful person, but he's also very mysterious and eccentric. You'll understand when you meet him later."
"Yeah!" The handsome young man nodded heavily and said in an admiring tone, "I really want to meet him!"
Greenwich Mean Time, 17:30.
"boom!"
People on Piccadilly heard the explosion that shook the sky and there was a commotion.
Sir Holwood, who hadn't slept for two days, was extremely tired, but due to his duties, the most he could do was take a nap in the car.
The explosion naturally startled him, and he quickly ordered, "Go check it out, what's going on please?!"
It wasn't long before someone came to report, "Director, someone detonated a bomb at Fortnum & Mason. Fortunately, it was placed on the roof, so no one was injured."
"Is that so..." The Commissioner of the London Metropolitan Police is also an experienced law enforcement officer. He immediately realized that something was wrong.
"Quick, quick, quick, strengthen the security!"
"Clear the entire street... oh, and those reporters too!!"
"Send more people to check for bombs!!!"
"Finally, turn on the searchlight..." He glanced at the gradually darkening sky and said, "This should be a signal!"
"Director, what's the signal?"
"Maybe..." Sir Holwood said, hardly daring to believe it himself, "a signal for retreat?"
"Did you hear that? The Rat is sending us a signal."
"I heard you, so let's begin the retreat!"
The Pig-Headed Man reappeared in front of the hostages and said loudly, "Gentlemen, and ladies, I personally apologize for the inconvenience we have caused you."
"Now..." He paused deliberately and said, "We have decided to release you!"
“…”
Everyone…except two ladies and one man, was speechless with shock at the news.
After a while, Marquis Curzon couldn't help asking, "Sir, didn't you say this morning that you would give the outside world three days?"
"Sir, thank you for your concern, but we have two crown princes and that's enough." Fu Changsheng explained very politely.
Churchill also stood up and asked, "So you are not going to release the two highnesses?"
"Of course." The pig-headed man nodded and said, "Sir, I told you we are civilized people. We don't want too many people to be buried with us."
"Of course, if any of you want to stay and keep them company..."
As soon as these words were spoken, even the two cabinet ministers fell silent.
They also knew that the British government would never apologize, and they might end up destroying themselves along with the "Hibiscus Army".
The two crown princes were naturally noble, but compared to their own lives, they didn't seem that noble.
"Since no one has any objections, please follow our instructions..."
Fu Changsheng pointed at the large box his companions were pushing over and said, "First, everyone, please change your clothes. They may not fit, but you'll only need to wear them this once, so please bear with me."
"The second thing is, we will gag you and tie your hands. We apologize if this has offended you."
"The third thing is that you will wear the same masks as us. Let's leave it as a souvenir for everyone."
"The fourth thing..." The pig-headed man made a cross on his chest and said, "God bless you!"
Greenwich Mean Time, 18:00.
"We're going to release the hostages! We're going to release the hostages!"
"Searchlight!" Sir Holwood hurried to the door of the embassy and directed the searchlight to illuminate the door of the embassy as bright as day.
“Squeak…squeak…squeak…ah!”
The door was opened from the inside, and a black-robed man wearing an animal mask appeared from inside.
Not one or two, not four or five, not even ten... but a massive black mass!
"FUXK, I get it!"
Seeing this scene, the director immediately realized that these kidnappers wanted to deceive the innocent.
But they are so naive. Do they think they can escape from the trap they have set?
"Don't shoot. I repeat, no one is allowed to shoot!"
"Capture them all alive. Repeat, don't let any of them escape!"
"Confirm the identities. I repeat, confirm the identities of these people!"
"boom!"
The Royal Academy of Arts, built in 1768, has exploded!
"boom!"
Harchards Books, founded in 1797, also exploded!
Before the Director finished speaking, a deafening explosion was heard on Piccadilly Street. Several explosions almost at the same time caused the ground to shake.
"boom!"
A muffled sound was also heard from the basement of the Japanese embassy, but the two deafening explosions before them had left everyone present in shock, and they had no idea what was happening.
"Crash..."
Countless street lights and window panes were shattered.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
The searchlights were also shaken to the ground, and the area near the embassy entrance was suddenly plunged into darkness.
The explosion was like a starting gun, and dozens of black-robed men rushed out one after another...
