Marvel – Immortal Path

As it approaches midnight, the lights of Wanjia are on.

The military micro-drone hovering in the sky immediately discovered that something was wrong. In the picture taken by their electronic camera, the city came alive.

The tall buildings hidden in the night turned into ant dens, and a crowd of people like ant colonies gushed out of the black and scattered to the ground.

The gunship hurriedly pointed the searchlight at the ground, and the white dangling rays of light pierced the night sky, illuminating everything.

The sound of kicking and footsteps is continuous, which is a bit more solemn and steady than the noisy city, and more free and passionate than the parade ceremony.

People, people wearing V-shaped Vendetta uniforms, tall or short, fat or thin, old and young, or young and immature people, are constantly rushing forward along the street, It's like red blood flowing in thin blood vessels.

Constantine and Harry Potter, two British people, were swarmed by their own compatriots, and they were quickly diluted in the crowd.

The officer on the gunship watched this all happen in a daze. He stared at the black-painted street, and a heartfelt fear grabbed his heart.

It’s true that the officer who didn’t even mention his name could dump missiles on the high-rise bunkers on the battlefield in the Middle East, and let machine gun bullets penetrate a group of people fleeing in panic. But the Middle East and London, After all, it is different.

London is a civilized city, and the calm of civilized people under the threat of violence is far more shocking than Barbarian's slavery under violence.

The officer realized something. He shook his numb arm, took the walkie-talkie off the wall of the cabin, and shouted, "This is Air Patrol B-5. Some people here have violated the curfew. Bill, they are heading towards Trafalgar Square, repeat, they are heading towards Trafalgar Square."

Trafalgar Square is the most famous square in United Kingdom London. The southern end is Kings Cross, and further south is Whitehall, which is the office area of ​​the British Government, which can be described as a strategic location.

Noisy electromagnetic waves, noisy gunfire, and the louder "Internationale" sound came from the intercom. The officer listened carefully, but he heard the roar of the United Kingdom general: "How many people? How many do they have? People?"

The officer swallowed saliva and said, looking at the thick black that connects the streets as a spider web below, he said grimly: "Many, general."

"Damn it! "

The general clenched his teeth. Just as he was about to say something, the noise of electromagnetic waves became louder again, completely drowning in no one.

The helicopter co-pilot turned his head and said, "What should we do? Sir."

The officer's face was tense, and the color of struggle continued to flow on his face, "Xiang Low Fly."

"Sir, the crowd below is likely to attack us."

The officer resolutely and decisively said: "Then hover in a position where they cannot attack, guarantee If it is safe, fly as low as possible."

So the gunship descended.

The stirring propeller blades drove the strong wind, blowing the dust on the ground, and the officer picked up the horn and shouted below: "People, go home, I know you are dissatisfied, angry, confused, but this This kind of behavior that forced the British Empire government can do nothing but disturb the social order.

Go home, at least tonight, there will be no bloody conflict."

No one responded, the crowd is still moving forward.

Despair surged in the officer's heart. He picked up the trumpet in vain, opened his eyes in the storm, and continued to shout: "People, please believe me, go home, I know... ..."

He repeated what he said just now, but unfortunately it was still useless.

The police car patrolling ahead found something wrong. The police officers in uniforms immediately picked up the walkie-talkie and said something when they saw the crowd.

Soon, the armored vehicles drove over. Those heavy and heavy vehicles were connected in a row, end to end, trying to block the street.

"They didn't dare to come over."

A certain London policeman with a sweaty face sat in the driver's seat of the vehicle and pretended to casually say to the young co-pilot. : "They dare not pass..."

His words were forcibly interrupted, and the crowd gripped the edge of the vehicle's chassis with pairs of hands covered with black leather gloves.

Lift, shake, flip.

The shock of Heaven and Earth turning upside down made the policemen in the police cars and the soldiers in the armored vehicles a little confused. They struggled to get out of the driver's seat with all kinds of guns in their hands.

"Stop, stop!"

There were dozens of London police and soldiers holding guns and standing in front of the tens of thousands of people.

Their police rank and military rank have lost their threatening power at this moment, and together with those guns, they have become some kind of comic props.

"Stop!!"

A certain London policeman shouted hoarsely, shooting into the sky nervously, and the sound of "peng peng" gunshots echoed in the night sky.

The crowd ignored him, did not even slow down, but simply passed by him, let him stand in despair and let go of his guns.

Trafalgar Square, here it is.

The army that was constantly pouring ammunition at Li Ang stopped, turned their guns, and faced the crowd.

The fully armed soldiers rarely become nervous in front of the number of civilians ten times, one hundred times as many as their own.

They squeezed the gun, the sweat from their palms moistened the trigger.

Blood Race’s erosion of the army is not high, at least not at the level of grassroots soldiers. All they can do is to select and mobilize some non-London soldiers to garrison the Parliament. .

The adjutant looked at the people who were constantly pouring in from all the streets and all directions, and said grimly: "What should we do? General."

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The general clenched his fists. He felt that every inch of water in his throat was squeezed clean by the emotion called "trembling nervousness".

"What should we do? General." The adjutant repeated again.

The general said bitterly: "...send me to the command post."

The so-called command post is actually the British government cabinet group headed by the Ross Prime Minister and the Minister of Defense.

These senior officials are already not in 10 Downing Street at this time. Because of the urgency of the current situation, they stayed in a secret base far from Whitehall.

The general turned on the intercom and quickly said: "Your Excellency, this is Peripheral One, please give instructions."

The other party was silent, and the people here have already passed by. The National Gallery of the British Empire crossed over the "fourth pedestal" used to display modern sculptures.

This square built to commemorate General Nelson, who died in the Anglo-French War in 1805, has become so crowded, one side is the professional soldiers who are waiting, and the other is hundreds of millions of people. .

Tap, kick, footsteps are noisy and boiling, the silent marching crowd easily lifted the steel fence, over the concrete low walls entangled with barbed wire, moved towards the Capitol.

What do they want? What are they for? Don't they know that once the army makes up its mind, they can easily eliminate these "mobs"?

"General, give the order!" the adjutant roared.

The general lowered his arms and looked towards the crowd, his eyes a little blank.

The communication of the walkie-talkie is clear, and the messy and meaningless electromagnetic waves are sorted and translated through the electronic components, and transmitted to the general's ears in the form of air shocks.

"Fire."