"And you just die one by one?" Terry was furious, "No matter how many people we die, we won't be involved in Canada, right?"

"This account should not be counted on me. Before I came, some of you had wanted to act long ago. I just organized the scattered, isolated, and systemless activities."

Terry was speechless. This sentence did not exaggerate that the radicals had long wanted to act. They just lacked a call and fuse, as if a truck of explosives only lacked the last detonator.

He was silent for a long time before finally saying: "The news is very chaotic now. Some people say that the Demon King was injured in your assassination and was being treated in the hospital; some people say that the Demon King is fine, and the injured person is a substitute; some people say that the Demon King will watch an opera performance today and show up publicly. Of course, some people think that this is a substitute and that it is not important. What is important is that the big c has taken action."

"Is he finally going to tear off the disguise?"

"You" Terry opened his mouth, "This is not something you forced to do."

"What did we force him to do? Did we force him to provide intelligence or force him to provide force? If an armored brigade could be mobilized to attack Buckingham Palace last night, how could there be so many things now?"

"You're crazy and there are battleships parked on the dock. Do you want London to level?"

"The Germans dare not fire."

"What if they fire? The Demon King was assassinated, the Germans could not have reacted!"

"That proves that the so-called goodwill of Yingde and the so-called reconciliation of Yingde is completely empty talk."

Terry slapped the shelves and scolded: "That's because you killed the Demon King!"

"Is that?" Wright Phillips smiled sinisterly, "Even if the armored brigade is used to kill the devil, the Germans should still cause trouble for the army and the government. Why should they point the muzzle at ordinary London civilians? Don't they claim to be knight wars? Don't they promote a common ideal and show some humanitarian spirit."

"You?" Terry was furious for a moment, but said he couldn't refute anything.

"Thank you for telling me so much. I'll be careful when I ask for it." Wright nodded slightly at Terry, "You have to be careful."

After dinner, Terry was in a heavy mood to tell his online news: "The radicals are completely crazy, they are looking for all opportunities to fight to the death, without considering whether there is a possibility of success or not, and they have to go to the hospital and go to the theater to do it."

“Don’t do this,

How can they achieve their goal? The Demon King has only been in England for a week, and three days have passed."

"But I just think we have played a role in fueling the fire, allowing a bunch of innocent people to die, which was avoidable."

"What? Do you sympathize with the Germans?"

"I don't mean that, I mean that since the Big C has ordered a search, it means that after the Buckingham Palace operation, the government was completely angered, and the tacit understanding between the organization and the authorities no longer exists. The more information we provide, the more radicals are hot-minded. This is watching them go to death."

"But this is their own choice."

"We can not provide information, we can not tell them!"

"Okay? The other party must have thought we had surrendered to the government and the Germans. Can those blind activists with simple minds and developed limbs pay attention to your explanation?"

"Since you can't, you have to provide some other information, at least let them avoid the limelight first."

"Why should we avoid it? This is the best time to purify the tissue! Crazy, hot-headed, arbitrary, unorganized and undisciplined can be exposed. If the madman cleans up all the people and the organization will be healthy."

Terry shivered: "Coco, these are all our comrades. You can't cut your left hand just because you have a poisonous sore."

"Comrade?" the opposite side scolded without hesitation, "Did you treat them as comrades? Have you asked Canadians what they mean? Have you asked Americans what they mean? Have they treated you as comrades?"

Terry was speechless, and it seemed as if he saw countless moths struggling to pounce on the fire. They thought they could extinguish the flames. Who knew that the corpses could only make the flames burn even more violently!

In the opera house, there are still 3 minutes before Hamlet's opening. The heads of state of England and Germany appeared in the box No. 1, causing everyone to stand up and cheer that the heads of state were killed or injured. It seems that most of the rumors about the battleships between England and Germany and the bloody battleships of London were also rumored. In addition, a large number of British and German officials were obviously attending. Everyone decided that the attack of Buckingham Palace seemed to be not a big problem.

Most of the people invited to watch the performance were both happy and worried: being able to receive an invitation letter from Prime Minister Attley himself, indicating that he is an important figure in the upper class circle, which is a very happy thing; saying that he is worried is because the shadow of the terrorist attack in the early morning has just passed, and the barricades and security forces on the three floors outside the theater are chilling, which is undoubtedly particularly worrying.

However, most people finally made up their minds. The head of state, king, and prime minister are there, with countless military forces and police force to protect them. What else should I worry about?

In the private room, the Hoffman and the Black Cats shook hands and hugged each other.

While shaking hands with Mrs. Simpson, Hoffman said intently: "I heard that your heroic deeds this morning are so brave, so amazing, so admirable that if I were in Germany, I would not hesitate to award you an Iron Cross!"

"Okay, I remember, the next time I visit His Holy Lord, you just need to give it to me." Mrs. Simpson asked mischievously, "By the way, I heard that your country has awarded medals and awarded oil fund shares respectively. Do I have any?"

"Yes, yes, of course, no one will lack you, but" Hoffman asked in confusion, "Are you missing this?"

"There is no shortage now, and it's useless, but who will say the future is good?" Mrs. Simpson pointed at the Black Cat and pointed at herself. "If the people of Great Britain dislike me in the future, this thing will be useful."

Edward VIII smiled bitterly: I really can't refute this.

"Your Majesty, you don't have to feel guilty. You are actually very sensible. Your Highness not only follows your country all the way to save the British people, but also makes great sacrifices to enhance the friendship between the two countries at this critical moment. Although Germany does not want to interfere in your internal affairs, I have to point out with regret that some conservative forces in your country are very wrong on this issue! Hypocrites like Winston, who are fickle should be despised and whipped in morality."

The black cat nodded. Mrs. Simpson was the person he valued the most. However, Churchill was fickle and morally corrupt, so he didn't take it to his heart. He just nodded slightly. It was well known that he didn't like Churchill, and he even knew from George VI that Churchill had a vague intention to get rid of himself. However, these things do not need to add fuel to the head of state. This is unnecessary, but it makes people look down upon.

Mrs. Simpson heard something was wrong and asked: "Is the Head of State referring to the political value orientation of the former Prime Minister?"

"No, I'm talking about his emotional career," Hoffman smiled slightly. "In terms of age, His Majesty and I are basically peers. Winston is our senior, so we shouldn't comment on his private life. But you may not know that when he opposed Germany, our intelligence agency conducted in-depth research on him and discovered a shocking secret."

"What's the secret?"

"Your Majesty, do you remember Mr. Herbert Henry Asquith?"

"I think about it," Black Cat pondered for a moment, and asked, "You mean Lord Oxford?"

"Yes, he served as British Prime Minister before and for the first two years of the war, and later it was Lloyd George." Hoffman mocked himself, "At that time, I was acting as a messenger in the mud puddle on the Western Front, until I was temporarily blinded by poisonous gas bombs. But this is not what I care about, I am strangely his daughter."

"You are talking about Violet? I know her and have met her several times. She is a poor person and has almost no smile. From then on, I learned that a woman would be like her if she is not happy." Edward VIII suddenly became interested, as if it brought up a long-lost memory. "I was only 13 years old at that time. It is said that those who curry favor with Prime Minister Asquith could take pictures of London Pier from Downing Street."

"As soon as Prime Minister Asquith took office, Winston, 34, became the cabinet minister, and is said to be the youngest cabinet minister ever. Your Majesty, can you think of something from it now?"

"His he flattered the Prime Minister?"

"To be precise, he flattered the Prime Minister's beloved daughter, Winston was having a passionate relationship with Violet at that time."

"But Mrs. Winston is not her, it's Clemona!" Mrs. Simpson interjected, "and no one has ever revealed any entanglement between the two prime ministers."

"No, there have been rumors that Violet is Winston's confidante!" Black Cat added, "Although no one dares to ask directly."

"Yes, Winston had been in love with her for several years until she got the position of Minister of the Cabinet, and kicked Violet off with one kick, and then began to pursue Clemona," Hoffman said in a smiley tone, "When learning that Winston was going to marry Clemona, Violet, who had been waiting for Winston to propose, jumped off the cliff in despair!"

"She's dead?" exclaimed Mrs. Simpson.

"Not dead!" Edward VIII shook her head, "She is still alive now, but this is the first time I have heard of this story. No, it's not the first time! Let me think about the news that the Prime Minister's daughter disappeared! Yes, it's this news! The father (referring to George V) had not ascended the throne at that time, and he seemed extremely shocked. He came to tell us (referring to Black Cat himself and George VI) about this. His grandfather (referring to Edward VII) looked strange, but I was only 14 years old at that time, and my interest was in cricket and horse racing. I quickly forgot about this. Unexpectedly, 36 years passed in the blink of an eye."

“There are a lot of secrets here”
Chapter completed!