The Mounted Police naturally did not be vague, took out the batons and handcuffs from their waists, and said calmly: "Sir, London implements a curfew system. If there is no communication certificate, it is an illegal act that interferes with social security on the streets.

Now please hold your head in your hands and stand in the corner.”

Li Ang sighed, glanced at the rank of the Mounted Police, and said casually: "Okay, Officer Miller, I am willing to accept British legal sanctions.

But can you tell me what is the nighttime TV show in London right now?”

"Uh...what?"

Officer Miller, who had never been asked about this kind of question, hesitated for a second, frowned and said, "It's just some late-night talk shows or boring soap operas, TV commercials."

"Is that so? That's really boring."

Li Ang curled his lips indifferently. As the British government gradually tightened entertainment programs, Londoners had fewer and fewer channels to enjoy joy. All talk shows became flattery for the British Empire. Any doubts and slander for the top leaders and Prime Minister Rachel Ross cannot exist.

"Well, Officer Miller, let me tell you that next, London will be in a grand ceremony like never before."

He raised a finger and pointed it far away, the "England and Wales Criminal Court" on the Barry Street.

The quaint, solemn and majestic Victorian style building has stood there since the 15th century. It can be said to be the birthplace of the judicial system in the entire Britain and even Europe.

At the top of the criminal court, there is a golden "Statue of Justice". She holds a scale in her left hand and a sword in her right hand. She looks solemn and determined, and looks divinely carved with the hand of a craftsman, overlooking the entire London.

“Fiat justitia ruat caelum.”

Li Ang recited a Latin sentence and smiled in the confused eyes of the Mounted Policeman, "This is an ancient Greek legal proverb carved behind the statue of justice, meaning 'In order to achieve justice, even if the sky collapses and the earth breaks.'"

The Mounted Police, who had no intention of receiving re-education, smiled disdainfully, dismounted, held his handcuffs and came to the other party, preparing to arrest the young man who was talking nonsense.

"30 seconds."

Li Ang said calmly and gently: "Thirty seconds later, the air defense alarm speakers spread all over London will play the orchestra "1812 Overture" created by Tchaikovs in 1880.

This song has a unique and profound people-oriented nature. It sounds like a steady wave, and it sounds in every corner of the city, holding every listener hard with a solemn and powerful posture, and ranks above the times."

“What……what?”

The Mounted Police hesitated for a moment, and he carefully looked at the other party again, without rushing to perform official duties.

"After 45 seconds, as the military band joins the performance, the music reaches its solemn and grand summit. The criminal courts in England and Wales, which symbolize the European judicial system, will explode, and the flames will soar into the sky, even in the farthest part of the city."

Li Ang laughed loudly: "The roar of the explosion of the criminal court, in response to every drum beat of 1812, and was driven into the house by the curfew system, will poke your head out of the window and stare at the huge fireworks performance with timidity, confusion, surprise and astonishment."

The mount policeman was a little uneasy. His reason told him to perform his duties quickly, handcuff the other party, and not listen to these nonsense. However, the premonition in the dark told him that he might be able to wait for a while, and should wait for the time limit that the other party said to have arrived.

The Mounties couldn't help but glance at their wristwatches, slowly lifting their handcuffs, and using this modest way to convince themselves to spend this short period of time.

Tick, tick, the second hand rotates, and time passes by rapidly.

30 seconds, it's here.

The policeman couldn't help but look up.

The radio speakers that were originally used to blow air defense alarms during World War II have been replaced and reduced in a long history. Now it is no longer the era of war, and the people do not need to worry about the arrival of the fascist iron hooves again.

People need entertainment, entertainment, and entertainment.

Therefore, there is no need for outdated radio speakers to exist. These things are historical dust that should be swept into the garbage dump. Only recently, Prime Minister Ross ordered the relocated speakers on various streets in order to broadcast and speak to London residents at any time.

Involuntarily, the policeman swallowed.

The trumpets standing quietly, holding their heads high, towards the sparse night sky of the fog.

Harry Potter, wearing a cape, appeared on the high-rise building across the street from Barry and glanced at his wrist watch indifferently.

Time is up.

The slight music like an illusion begins to sound,

First, the solemn play of the copper tube group is elegant, brilliant, solemn, magnificent and full and loud.

Then there is percussion, which gradually evolves, just like waves pushing the majestic momentum upwards.

The string music team came here, with violins, cellos, and bass taking firm steps, and heading towards the battlefield in an orderly manner like teams of determined soldiers.

All London residents opened their windows and looked out.

Scotland Yard policemen patrolling the streets looked up.

The elite bureaucrats who were on the top floor of luxury buildings came back from the rich and rich delicacies and rushed to the window in shock, holding a wine glass in one hand and supporting the window ridge with the other, looking down at the living city of London with incredible eyes.

"Damn it! What's going on?!" A roar rang at No. 10 Downing Street.

The police officers on the roadside were trembling, and their handcuffs fell to the ground involuntarily.

He knows what is going to happen.

Finally, "Overview of 1812" reached its peak - the bells and drums roared! The sound of cannons sounded!

The statue of the Statue of Justice on the top of the Criminal Court suddenly cracked open, and the flames soared into the sky. The balance and sword in the statue's hand flew out, as if they were to divide London into two.

The stone building structure collapsed, and the glass was suddenly stretched out by the expanded hot air. The crystal debris reflected dazzling flames and splashed on the ground.

Fireworks slowly rise from the collapsed criminal court structure,

Outline two arcuate trajectories, interwoven into a V-shaped structure, and cut through the dark sky.

V, the gesture that Prime Minister Churchill likes to use the most, once again overtakes London with a brilliant fireworks.

The confused residents looked around and asked each other, while the policemen in the street below shouted loudly, threatening with the batons in their hands, making them retreat honestly.

"This is just an overture."

Li Ang said slowly: "The explosion that occurred in the criminal court is like a stone thrown into a pond, which will cause layers of ripples.

Layer after layer of ripples are transmitted, enlarged, and eventually turned into storm waves, overshadowing all voices of opposition.”

The policeman turned around tremblingly, looked at Li Ang, and said with difficulty: "Who are you?"
Chapter completed!