Marvel – Immortal Path

Li Ang watched the crowd gradually disperse, they will follow Constantine's map projected over London to search for those Blood Races, and give the latter the trial they deserve.

"You did a good job."

Li Ang said with a smile to Constantine and Harry Potter who trot over: "Whether it's forging, guiding, or breaking out The emotions of the people, each step are all stepping on the drums. If this action can be achieved, you will be the first effort."

"You are praised, Mr. Potter and I have just done what we deserve. "

Constantin, who had made up for the Eastern thick black school in the academy city, laughed humbly, and said with great restraint with Chinese characteristics: "It is mainly because you are on the front line, directing on the spot, building a strong house, and coordinating the overall situation. The current results can be achieved through overall control.

To sum up our past achievements, we cannot do without the joint efforts of the colleagues in the experimental base, and we cannot do without your care and support, Mr. Li Ang. Mr. Li Ang, your right leadership.

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

Constantine couldn’t stop as soon as he opened the conversation. , Fengying Paima’s Mandarin is one set after another, and I didn’t even repeat a single sentence after speaking for a long time.

When Harry Potter on the side saw such a flattery operation, he couldn't help being shocked. He just thought of expressing his presence with a few words, but couldn't hold back any words—— After all, the Hogun Watts Wizard Academy never taught him how to get along with his boss.

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

Li Ang laughed casually and said nonchalantly: "But tonight’s good show has just been staged, really The opponents are still behind. Don’t be complacent because of the success of the prologue."

"Follow your teachings."

Constantine humbled and exaggerated. With a bow at the waist, he dragged the little wizard Harry away-they also other Quest.

And Li Ang continues to walk each minding their own business, relaxing and relaxing.

He enjoys the feeling of hiding in the crowd.

The masked person has given up the individual social identity, but has become a part of a huge whole, implementing the collective will.

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

Some people passed by Li Ang, chanting Guangweizheng's slogans, and released the scarlet torrent to the Capitol.

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

Those glass windows with old stains, those wall tiles with moss and moss eroded by river water all year round, and those interior furnishings with a long history, have not been damaged by scarlet torrents.

The only things that torrents hurt are those individual creatures with divine blood fluctuations.

Some members of the House of Lords and members of the House of Commons in the Chamber, the old-school nobles in Westminster Hall, the old scholars in the library, these Blood Race members with extremely high social status, Under the attack of scarlet torrent, it didn't last for a second, all turned into candles.

Even the werewolves who acted as guards suffered tremendous damage, their chests half-melted and collapsed to the ground.

"Hang them!"

The crowd shouted feverishly, ran past Li Ang, savagely rushed through the gates of the Capitol, dragging Blood Race and the werewolves Out, placed side by side on Trafalgar Square.

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

A certain gray-haired Blood Race member struggled to agitate his broken cheeks and knelt vaguely. Begging for mercy, kowtow, "I am an Advanced judicial officer in the House of Lords. I have been working as an Advanced trial lawyer for 15 years. I filed a lawsuit for civilians, I filed a lawsuit for salaried workers, and I filed a lawsuit for single mothers. I'm a good person, I'm a good person!"

The movement of the crowd preparing to hang him together was a stagnation. Many people have seen the appearance of this Advanced judicial official on TV. I have vaguely heard of his character and morality.

"Liar."

Li Ang, wearing a V-shaped Vendetta uniform, stood up, pointed to the judicial official's nose and said, "Hanson Stevens, Lawyers, judges, and star officers on the TV show, pave the way with a bright and upright person as oneself.

However, in fact, you are also a Blood Race of beasts and cannibals. Albanian gangs and dark web sellers bought Eastern European girls at a high price and kept them in the basement of a mansion in a suburban villa.

In the basement like a magic cave, I don’t know how many embraced the "good life in Western Europe and America". "The Eastern European girl of vision was played to death."

Hanson Stevens tried to defend, but the emotionally charged people would not give him a chance. People brought ropes from the store and put them around his neck one after another.

"No, I am a good person, I am really a good person..."

He struggled and cried, begging for mercy in the humblest tone, but he was still hanged On the street light.

The body of divine blood baptized by the scarlet torrent has lost the capital of resistance. Hanson Stevens struggled endlessly, his legs seemed to draw one after another arc in the air, and finally his body stood still with a twitch.

His death is like a signal, and the remaining Blood Race and the werewolves cry harder for mercy.

"Please, my son and daughter also, they can't live without father."

"I am innocent! They persecuted me!"

"Benevolence! Benevolence!"

However, the agitated people no longer listen to the excuses of the other Blood Race and the werewolves. They just frantically prepared ropes and entangled these divine blood creatures one by one. On the neck.

Li Ang, wearing a V-shaped Vendetta uniform, once again hid in the crowd. He calmly and objectively watched this scene happen.

Is Hansen Stevens a good person? Are there any innocents among the divine blood creatures about to be hanged on Trafalgar Square?

The above issues are not important. The violent revolution is like a hammer. While smashing the glass windows of the old world, it will inevitably splash the glass residues and damage the interests of some people.

Blood Race, who claims to be kind, is like a landlord who claims to be "innocent" in the Agrarian Revolution. Regardless of their personal virtues, their existence is inherently guilty in the trend of the times.

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

Li Ang watched indifferently, countless corpses hanging lightly under the lights, the rays of light of the street lights were dim, casting human shadows on the ground, and all the street lights were occupied. It's not lively.

In November, bloodthirsty flies still came looking for the smell of sweet smell. Wuyi hovered over the corpse in an unexpected manner, swaying with the wind, like willow branches in spring.

"There are thousands of willows in the spring breeze, and Great Britain is full of Shun Yao."

Li Ang chuckled his palms and walked in the cold wind at night.