Chapter 256 Decent
Big Ben, or the Palace of Westminster chiming clock, is probably the most famous clock in the world.

Built in 1858, the clock tower has witnessed the glory and decline of the British Empire.

Harry Potter, who had just mastered the magic net system before, used magic to bombard Big Ben due to an accidental operation, causing a large piece of rock to be missing from the surface of the clock tower, and the potholes were extremely obvious.

The British government immediately came forward and explained that this is a natural situation due to the long history of Big Ben, please rest assured.And immediately raised a repair team to repair Big Ben.

However, the world was difficult, and the landlords had no surplus food. Against the background of economic recession, the British Empire gave full play to the inefficiency of the capitalist bureaucratic system, shifted responsibility from each other, and failed to complete the repair for a long time.

As a result, the Scotland Yard police set up a isolation zone under the iconic clock tower, prohibiting the public from stepping into it.And the tower above itself still has a large piece of rock exposed.

"Tsk tsk tsk, the British Empire is no longer decent."

Wade Wilson looked at the sunken shadows of the mottled clock tower, smiled jokingly, took out a pair of ordinary black-rimmed glasses from his pocket, and put them on for himself.

This pair of glasses is an employee-specific model produced at the underground experimental base of Academy City. Deadpool presses a button on the temple of the glasses, and Li Ang's figure appears in the mirror, which is directly projected into Deadpool's eyes.

"Good evening, boss."

"Good evening, Mr. Wilson."

Li Ang, who was behind the scenes, was sitting behind his desk at No. 93 Diagon Alley. He didn't know that Princess Diana, who was far away in Paris, France, had glimpsed the global layout of the meme company. He just smiled and praised "smart".

The demigod princess from the Greek pantheon is interesting and a rare sample with great scientific research value, but it is undoubtedly more important to solve the problem of the invasion of foreign gods.

It was also part of his plan to call Wade Wilson, who specialized in assassination, to London.

Li Ang, who greeted his subordinates, smiled lightly, and said casually: "In 2012, to commemorate the 60th anniversary of the Queen's accession to the throne, Cameron, then Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, signed a bill together with hundreds of MPs to officially change the name of Big Ben to Big Ben. 'Elizabeth Tower' for the pleasure of Lafayette.

In addition, many Commonwealth countries with Lafayette as the supreme leader also spent 200 billion pounds to hold celebrations in various places.

Among the 200 billion pounds, the British Ministry of Defense also specially allocated 15 billion to distribute new military uniforms and badges to 19 British soldiers to create a millennium celebration and try to make this commemorative ceremony grand and spectacular. "

Hearing Li Ang's casual narration, Wade Wilson was also a little embarrassed. He is a Canadian and a member of the Commonwealth of Nations. He knows what the current Commonwealth of Nations has become.

15 billion pounds was allocated to 19 British soldiers, which means that a person's uniform is as high as 1 pounds, which is equivalent to 6000 U.S. dollars, or [-] yuan.

How luxurious and extravagant the clothes are to afford this price, and how thick-skinned it is to get the corrupt British bureaucrats to propose such a proposal.

Li Ang, who watched the Palace of Westminster with the help of communication glasses, didn't care, and said with a sharp voice, smiling:

"The [-]th birthday of an old lady in an ordinary family is very lively, and the neighbors will say that the old lady is lucky and has face, and this family can hold their heads up in that area!
This is true for the people, and even more so for the country!
If even the [-]th anniversary celebration of Elizabeth Lafayette's ascension to the throne is poorly organized, not only Lafayette's face, but also the face of the British Empire will have no place to put it!
How does it embody the Commonwealth of Rivers, Qinghaiyan, Guotai Minan?

In this way, not only foreigners look down on it, but even ordinary people look down on it!
If foreigners look down on you, they will bully you, if ordinary people look down on you, they will not obey you, then something will happen, and the foundation of the ancestors of the British Empire will be destroyed!
These truths, those councilors and Zhongtang, do they really don’t understand, pretend they don’t understand or don’t want to understand?
I don't think they want to understand!

In other words, their loyalty as courtiers was all eaten by wild cats!

Well, today, our Elizabeth Lafayette also put the words here, whoever makes Lafayette uncomfortable on this birthday, Lafayette will make him uncomfortable for the rest of his life.

What is a mere 200 billion pounds? If you embezzle the money for building the invincible navy of the British Empire and save a few ships, won’t the money for the Summer Palace come out?
Only in this way can the dignity of Lafayette and the British Empire be displayed! "

Li Ang angrily denounced the British government's one-man show, which immediately drew applause from Deadpool, "Good! That's great, boss, you are really tall. In a few words, you can ridicule the British Empire's difficulty in supporting the old decent status quo. It's dripping, exquisite, and wonderful. Very."

"Hehe, Wade, you have great vision." Li Ang, who was rarely serious for a while, smiled slightly, and said casually: "By the way, Constantine is nearby. You should meet him as soon as possible and proceed to the next step."

"Okay." Deadpool nodded hurriedly, looking around.

"Wade, this way."

A standard London voice stopped the dazed Deadpool.

John Constantine, who was still wearing the long tan trench coat, stood under the street lamp, smoking a cigarette, and whistled cynically in the direction of Deadpool.

The personal relationship between Deadpool and Constantine is not bad. Although the two of them are not heroes, they can barely be regarded as the friendship between sluts and scumbags. They often go to bars to drink after work, and together with Bain and others Form a game of cards and rub two hands; occasionally form a team when on a mission, go to kill someone together, set a fire, relaxed and comfortable.

"coming."

Deadpool scratched his head, walked up to Constantine unhurriedly, and said hello, "John, you don't leave your cigarettes all day long, so you are not afraid that you will die one day, leaving your wife and children unattended?" ?”

"Death? What do you mean? Consumption or lung cancer?"

Constantine exhaled a smoke ring indifferently, and said calmly after the smoke: "Even if my lungs are completely necrotic, I just need to report to Dr. Strange and accept the next batch of artificial lung organ transplants. regain health."

Deadpool rolled his eyes, noncommittal.

According to the internal evaluation of Meme Pharmaceuticals, growing a brand new artificial organ from a petri dish is not expensive at all.The artificial organ production process improved by Dr. Strange is not much different from the production of hydroponic meat, and the cost price is as low.

However, in order to take into account the interests of meme pharmaceuticals and other medical fields, and to prevent those people from committing suicide, relying on the cheapness of artificial organs to harm their own bodies through various unhealthy lifestyles,

The meme company has deliberately increased the overall price of the surgery in the artificial organ transplant surgery project that has been rolled out all over the world, making the public's attitude towards organ transplantation much more cautious.

Not only that, Dr. Strange, who is helping the world, has also deliberately tightened the entry threshold for artificial organs. Many citizens waiting in line must pass the "number-limited lottery" method to be eligible for organ transplantation.

Konstantin threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stroked the messy stubble, and said, "Okay, I won't talk nonsense with you, did you bring anything?"

"It's all here."

Deadpool picked up the package and pouted in the direction of Big Ben, "Let's go, it's time to let the blood race know who is in charge of the British Empire."

(End of this chapter)

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