The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 259
There was an uproar.

There are those who scream in terror, those who glare, those who run for the door, and those who are eager to draw a gun and kill the V for Vendetta.

Constantine stood on the wooden table of the Speaker of the House of Commons, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, pulled out a pistol from his waist, and fired three times in a row.

Pop, pop, pop.

The roar of bullets resounded in the chamber of the House of Commons, and the special architectural structure made the echoes resound like Hong Zhong Da Lu.

Everyone paused for a while, Deadpool jumped off the table, spinning two pistols in his palms, his movements were chic, and he poured bullets at the feet of the security guards with ease, forcing the security guards to stiffen and give up their guns.

"Whoever dares to run, whoever dares to move, whoever dares to resist, I will kill him!"

John Constantine pressed the muzzle of the gun on the head of the Speaker of the House of Commons. The icy cold steel touch of the gun forced the old Speaker to tremble all over his body, like sifting chaff.

All the participants were silent and did not dare to move, and the scene was temporarily under control.

The BBC broadcast program team on the side was stunned. These media people had never encountered such a big scene in their lives.

Media reporters, a total of 650 democratically elected MPs from the Conservative Party, Labor Party, Scottish National Party, Liberal Democrats and other parties, the Speaker of the House of Commons, the Deputy Speaker, and the Prime Minister were all hijacked.

Even the Lord Magneto who prevented the American government from coming to power did not hold the leaders of a dozen countries hostage in front of the world.

This is not just an ordinary terrorist attack, but a provocation against the camp of the international order. It is extremely bad in nature. No matter who did this, they will face the most resolute and fierce retaliation from the British Empire afterwards.

However, before the elite soldiers of the British Empire figured out a way to save the fallen House of Commons, the V for Vendetta still had the final say in this narrow conference hall.

Deadpool danced Michael Jackson's moonwalk, moved his body to the meeting table, picked up the golden scepter that symbolized the imperial power of the British Empire, and played with it in his hand.

All the nobles showed resentment on their faces, but they did not dare to denounce the other party's despicable and arrogant behavior of contempt for imperial power.

Prime Minister Rachel Rose's face was as deep as water, and her hands were firmly pressed on the edge of the wooden table of the podium. The veins on her hands were bulging, and she didn't know whether it was anger or fear.

Konstantin, who was leaning on the speaker's chin with a gun, turned his attention to the staff of the BBC broadcast program group. Hidden under the ceramic mask, he said in a deep voice, "Is the camera on?"

The BBC staff looked at each other and replied with difficulty: "...it's on."

"Then continue the broadcast, don't turn it off." Constantine nodded casually, looked at Prime Minister Rachel Ross, and said with a smile: "At this moment, the intercom is full of noise, and the electromagnetic waves of the communication are transferred from Scotland Yard. When we arrived at MI[-], the heavily armed soldiers were ready to go, and the blood elites were peeping in the dark, still planning to solve the hijacking incident in the most stable way."

The Prime Minister shook his head, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You see, according to the thinking of the blood race, the BBC should first cut off the broadcast communication, and then use various decrees to delay the pace of sending human soldiers by other British government agencies, and then send elite blood race fighters to kill us terrorists."

Constantine pouted noncommittally, glanced at his watch, and lazily said: "Unfortunately, the BBC's broadcast communication is also hijacked by us. If you don't want the existence of blood races to be exposed to the world, then you can only rely on the power of human beings.

In this way, it will take at least 5 minutes for human soldiers acting according to the emergency plan to surround the place, find out the situation, and break into the conference hall.
In these 5 minutes, we can do many things. "

"." Prime Minister Rachel Ross gritted her teeth tightly, and said words from between her teeth, "What exactly do you want?"

"Three words, fair, fair, or his-mother's fair."

Constantine laughed loudly: "Your Excellency said earlier that the Syrian government forces carried out a chemical weapon attack on the town of Douma. Is it true?"

Prime Minister Rachel Ross's complexion changed slightly. She leaned on the podium with one hand, calmed her emotions, and maintained the reserve of the Prime Minister of the British Empire. The prayers received by the organization, the hundreds of wounded patients who were sent to major medical institutions in Syria for treatment on Saturday night last week, all showed 'symptoms and symptoms related to exposure to toxic chemicals'."

"and many more!"

Constantine interrupted Prime Minister Ross's narration, and said directly: "What I want to hear is not these, I want conclusions, from your personal conclusions."

"."

Prime Minister Ross took a deep breath. At this moment, the eyes of hundreds of participants were all on her, and there were even millions of British people who got information by watching the BBC broadcast.

It can be believed that with the passage of time, more and more audiences will watch this unique performance. She must be cautious, cautious, and cautious, in order to turn the tide and help the building to collapse.

She let out a foul breath, and said in a deadly silence: "I don't think that these official reports can be falsified on such a large scale.

And the Syrian government has been trying to conceal the evidence, conducting a thorough search of those evacuated from the town of Douma to ensure that samples of the chemical were not smuggled out of the area.

Based on the above evidence, I personally believe that the Syrian government forces should indeed be responsible for the chemical weapons attack in Douma town. "

As for Constantine, he just showed a sneer.

He took out a small, perfectly round iron ball from his pocket and threw it on the ground at will.

The iron ball rolled down the long and narrow corridor of the conference hall, and finally came to a standstill.

Everyone who thought it was some kind of bomb was about to cry out and retreat, but the iron ball split into several petals like a flower, and a three-dimensional image was projected from the output device in the center, filling the chamber of the House of Commons. most of the space.

The image shows a group of people in tan uniforms and white helmets.

They are called the "White Helmets Rescue Team", a civilian protection team in Syria, a team of local volunteers who have always maintained political neutrality, aiming to help ordinary people who have been hurt by the Syrian civil war.

In recent years, mainstream Western media, which have been paying close attention to the Syrian civil war, have been praising the White Helmets for helping ordinary people. They praised the White Helmets as humanitarian heroes and fighters against Assad's terrorist regime.

"Time" magazine dedicated a certain issue to the White Helmets. The 2017 Oscar Best Documentary Short Story was "White Helmets". The Western media never lacks praise for these "fighters".

However, Ms. Rachel Ross, who is the Prime Minister of the Western Powers, uttered a word in pain after seeing the image of the white helmet projected by V for Vendetta,
“Fuck”

Her mood is roughly similar to that of the American masters who watched the program on the day of Magneto's global speech.

Something bad is about to happen.

(End of this chapter)