The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 236 Fight
The Gunpowder Conspiracy, which took place in 1605, was a group of English Catholics who came from the countryside. In order to prevent the policy of suppressing Catholicism implemented by the British government at that time, they tried to use gunpowder to blow up the House of Lords on November 11, killing the then Emperor James I. and most Protestant nobles.

Ever since, every year on November [-]th, the British will hold a big bonfire night (also known as Guy Fawkes) to celebrate the smashing of the gunpowder conspiracy.
The specific way to celebrate is probably to make a Guy Fawkes scarecrow out of old clothes and trousers, burn it on a bonfire, and then enjoy food and wine, dance and sing, and enjoy fireworks by the bonfire.

John Constantine is a self-defeating prodigal son, a seasoned con man, a conspirator, a master of applied psychology, and has a deep understanding of the politics behind the Guy Fawkes mask on the table. Clear understanding.

Constantine said softly, "Boss, what do you want me to do?"

Lying down in the chair, Li Ang said casually, "It's very simple, I hope you will start a revolution in London, a revolution that exposes the fact that blood clans lead beasts to eat people, and the British government is working for tigers."

John Constantine swallowed, and said softly, "Like the global speech that Magneto gave?"

Standing aside, Harry's glasses suddenly widened. Apparently, this young magic net operator didn't know more information about his employer.

"No, no, Mr. Constantine."

Li Ang said casually: "Look, what I asked Eric to do at the time was just to correct public opinion discrimination against mutants in American society. It was gentle and harmless. Apart from hanging some human chauvinists who presided over the X weapon project, and No tragic sacrifice was made.

What you have to do now is to completely subvert the trust of the British people in the British government and completely burst the bubble of lies hanging over Europe. "

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Constantine is speechless, he can talk and laugh in the face of evil wizards, he can boast in front of hell demons, he can kill allies, companions and even relatives and old friends without blinking his eyes, and he can even sell his own soul.

John Constantine is a scum, a bastard, a social scum with unfathomable moral bottom line.

But, in a way, he's a good guy.

Constantine has faced the deepest despair and the most difficult moral choices. His conscience is like a candle in the wind, although it is faint, it still radiates light.

Li Ang's approach will peel off the flesh and blood of European society, exposing the bloody scars naked to the public.

The exposure of the truth about cannibalism in European countries will undoubtedly set off a wide-ranging chaos.

This chaos, like sparks, can be led into a prairie fire that sweeps everything, or it can be led into unscrupulous and insane riots, making the anger and passion of the people intensify in the chaos.

People die, many people die.

Constantine could foresee the future, and what little conscience remained in his heart drove him to win enough benefits for his fellow Britons—at least, so that Britain would shed less blood.

John Constantine opened his mouth with difficulty, licked his chapped lips, and said in a harsh voice, "Uh, Mr. Li Ang, isn't it too hasty to do this?

Maybe we'll wait a little longer, recruit more people from Second New York, and then carry out a precise scalpel strike on the European blood races, smoothly exterminate all blood races overnight, and complete the transition? "

"Oh?"

Li Ang raised his eyebrows and said with great interest, "Are you telling me what to do?"

"No, no, no, that's not the case." John Constantine jumped in his heart, and said with a smile: "I just think it's more efficient to do this. After all, for you, eradicating the blood race is just a matter of effort."

"Hey, Mr. Constantine, you have worked for me for so long, how can you still have such naive thoughts."

Li Ang sighed: "If I wanted to, it would be easy to summon tens of billions of octopus intelligent servants and land directly from the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, not to mention killing all the blood races, or accurately destroying every vertebrate creature in Europe.

But what's the point of that?

I like human beings, I like to see human beings fighting for freedom, fighting for ideas, and triggering wars for a better tomorrow, instead of raising human beings in captivity like pigs. "

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Constantine licked his lips, pondering his lines.

When he was working in the underground base of Academy City, he used his extraordinary personality charm (self-proclaimed) to get a lot of information from those colleagues.

For example, Lars Al Ghul, who ruled the League of Assassins, was promoted to an employee, and received orders from Li Ang to completely wipe out the human organ trafficking organizations rampant in Southeast Asia.

"Boss, I think eliminating blood races is the same thing as eliminating human organ trafficking organizations."

John Constantine racked his brains, scratching his guts for his lines.

He had to persuade Li Ang to free the European people from Li Ang's black hands, and at the same time, use a gentle way as possible to achieve Li Ang's goal of starting a revolution.

Constantine didn't want to see the UK reduced to flames, and he didn't want to anger his employers, so he used his eloquent skills and talked eloquently: "Look, those human organ trafficking organizations are parasitic on The bedbugs in the dark side of human society, they grind their teeth and suck blood, and fish and meat the common people.

The difference is that vigorous social organizations that operate human organ trafficking have to rely on protective umbrellas to cover them up, while blood clans are different. They are directly the rulers, and their actions are even more vile and despicable.

Human beings who enjoy the glory of primates cannot be kept in a pigsty. These blood races need to be completely eradicated. In this process, the tiny human beings in a weak position need help from the outside world—for example, above everything else of you. "

"Hehe, Mr. Constantine, I haven't seen you for a long time, and your flattering skills have become more and more proficient."

Li Ang nodded with a smile, and said: "That's right, I asked Lars, the leader of the assassin, to wipe out the human organ trafficking organization, and kill all the people involved in the black interest chain. Corpse bottom.

I don’t know why, but I also let Deathstroke lead a team, leading Deadpool, Punisher, Daredevil, etc., to Eastern Europe to strangle child prostitution interest groups, and not one person involved in the black interest chain was left, and all of them were completed. Bolognese.

I make these decisions not for moral reasons, but for fun. "

(End of this chapter)