As the masses gradually dispersed, they would search for the blood clans according to the map projected by Constantine over London, and give the latter the judgment they deserved.

"You guys did a good job."

Li Ang smiled at Constantine and Harry Potter who were trotting over and said, "Whether it is laying the groundwork, guiding, or exploding public sentiment, every step is on the drum beat. If this action can be accomplished, you will be the first achievement."

"You are over-reputable, Mr. Porter and I are just doing our part."

Constantine, who had made up for the Oriental Black School in the school city, smiled modestly and said with a very Chinese characteristics: "It is mainly because you are here to go to the front line, conduct on-site command, look at the high-level, coordinate the overall situation, and control the overall situation, so that you can achieve the current results.

Summarizing our past achievements is inseparable from the joint efforts of our colleagues at the experimental base, and even more so from your care and support by Mr. Li Ang, and from your correct leadership by Mr. Li Ang.

We must unite closely around you, Mr. Li Ang, to…”

Constantine couldn't stop talking as soon as she started talking. She was a series of clichés and words that were welcomed and patted one by one, and she didn't even repeat a sentence after a long time.

When did Harry Potter, who was standing by, have seen such flattery operations, and was shocked. He was just thinking of expressing his presence for a few words, but he couldn't say anything - after all, Hogwarts Wizards Academy has never taught him how to get along with his leaders and superiors.

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

Li Ang smiled casually and said indifferently: "But the good show tonight has just begun, and the real opponent is still behind. Don't be complacent because of the success of the prologue."

"Affect your teachings."

Constantine bent down humbly and exaggeratedly and pulled the little wizard Harry away-they had other tasks.

Li Ang continued to walk around himself, feeling comfortable and leisurely.

He enjoyed the feeling of hiding in the crowd.

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

They ran on the well-connected streets, like rivers divided in front of rocks, and were guided to countless different ditches.

Some people passed by Li Ang, shouted Guang Weizheng's slogans, and released the red torrent towards the Capitol.

The light bloomed silently, swallowing up the magnificent building called Westminster Palace.

The glass windows with old stains, those eroded by river water all year round, the tiles with fishy smell, and those interior furnishings with a long history have not been damaged by the red torrent.

The torrent is only individual creatures with fluctuations in divine blood.

Some members of the House of Lords, members of the House of Commons, old-school nobles in Westminster Hall, old scholars in the library, and members of the blood clan with extremely high social status did not even last for a second under the attack of the red torrent, and all turned into candles.

Even the werewolf who acted as guards suffered great damage, their chests were half melted and they collapsed to the ground.

"Hang them!"

The crowd shouted frantically, ran past Li Ang, savagely opened the gate of the Capitol, dragged the blood clan and werewolf out, and placed side by side in Trafalgar Square.

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

A gray-haired blood clan member struggled to stir up his broken and leaky cheeks, knelt vaguely and begged for mercy, kowtowing like garlic, "I am a senior judicial official in the House of Lords. I have been working as a senior lawyer for 15 years. I sued civilians, I sued wage workers, I sued single mothers, I am a good person, I am a good person!"

The crowd was ready to hang him all at once. Many people had seen the senior judicial official on TV and vaguely heard of his character and morality.

"fraud."

Li Ang, wearing a V-shaped Vendetta uniform, stood up and pointed to the judicial official's nose and said: "Hansen Stevens, lawyer, judge, and star bureaucrat on TV shows, paved the way for himself with a glorious and honest person.

However, in fact, you are also a blood clan who cannibalism. You have repeatedly bought Eastern European girls at high prices in the hands of Albanian gangs and dark web sellers, and kept them in the basement of a villa in a suburban area.

In that basement like a demon's cave, there are countless Eastern European girls holding the vision of "A Better Life in Western Europe" and are played to death."

Hanson Stevens tried to defend himself, but the excited crowd would not give him a chance. People took ropes from the shops and put them around his neck one after another.

"No, I'm a good person, I'm really a good person..."

He struggled, cried, begging for mercy in the humble tone, but he was still hung on the street lights.

The body of divine blood baptized by the red torrent has lost its capital to resist. Hanson Stevens struggled endlessly, his legs as if they were drawing arcs in the air, and finally his body stopped moving with a twitch.

His death was like a signal, and the remaining blood clans and werewolfs begged for mercy and cried even harder.

"Please, I have a son and a daughter, and they cannot be without a father."

"I am innocent! They are all forcing me!"

"Good! Benevolent!"

However, the excited and indignant people no longer listened to the defenses of the other blood clans and werewolfs, but just prepared ropes frantically, wrapping them around the necks of these divine blood creatures one by one.

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

Is Hanson Stevens a good person? Are there any innocent people among the sacred blood creatures that are about to be hanged in Trafalgar Square?

None of the above issues are important. Violent revolution is like a hammer. While smashing the glass windows of the old world, it will inevitably splash the glass residue and damage the interests of some people.

The blood clan who claims to be kind is like the landlords who claim to be "innocent" in the Agrarian Revolution. Regardless of their personal morality, their existence is born guilty in the trend of the times.

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

Li Ang looked indifferently, countless corpses hung lightly under the lamps, the light of the street lights was dim and shady, projecting human-shaped shadows on the ground. Looking around, all the street lights were covered, which was very lively.

In November, bloodthirsty flies still came in search of the sweet smell, hovering over the corpse, swaying with the wind, like willow branches in spring.

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

Li Ang chuckled his hands and walked in the cold wind in the middle of the night.
Chapter completed!