Constantine and Deadpool walked shoulder to shoulder toward Big Ben. A low-level auxiliary policeman standing outside the police guardrail immediately became alert, held the flashlight, frowned and shouted: "Sorry, sir, this place is not safe, it has been blocked."

"What? Blocked?!"

Deadpool immediately covered his mouth with exaggerated screaming, shaking Constantine's shoulders pretentiously, and said sissyly: "Oh my God! My lover and I finally came to London once, and wanted to climb Big Ben to take a look at Westminster Palace.

Mr. Police, please help me~~”

The low-level auxiliary policeman's eyes jumped back and forth on Deadpool and Constantine's faces, as if he understood something, he said helplessly: "...sorry, I can't do anything about this."

"Oh, no." Deadpool stomped his feet in shame and said coquettishly at Constantine: "Hmph! It's all your fault. Wouldn't it be if we came to London for a honeymoon earlier?"

"What a f*ck!"

Constantine, with a blue vein on her face, twitched the corners of her mouth, stretched out her palm and snapped her fingers. The assistant policeman standing in front of her was blurred, and she staggered forward with a dizzy and staggered forward for half a step. She smiled foolishly and took the initiative to help Constantine open the night fluorescence cordon.

Constantine nodded falsely and took big steps into it. Deadpool hurriedly followed quickly, and still said in the Gay-angry tone in Gay: "Actually, you don't need to use magic to make the auxiliary police officer faint. I'm only half a minute away from being able to convince him to put us in with the politically correct identity of a homosexual couple, without arousing any suspicion."

Constantine rolled her eyes and said nothing. This was the first time he found that someone was more terrible than himself, and even more unconventional. The slutty slut of the servant continued, talking about the tasks he had performed in Eastern Europe and the German big girls he had temporarily gathered. He also said that most of the German girls were fierce and good at fighting, enthusiastic and open-minded Dragoons. If he had the chance next time, he could take Constantine to take sick leave to Hamburg, Germany and play in Frankfurt.

Constantine was not interested in how open the German girl was. If it weren't for the glasses and lenses, Li Ang was showing an interesting expression to listen to Deadpool's slut, Constantine would have used magic to seal Deadpool's noisy mouth.

The two of them said in a mess, and soon arrived at the top of the Big Ben Tower. Through the observation deck, you can clearly see Westminster Hall below.

This Gothic Revival building dates back to 1045 AD and was used as an imperial palace, courtroom, and now the British Parliament.

As the deadline approaches on November 5, the alert forces around the Capitol are also increasing. In Constantine's etheric sight, there are open and secret whistles everywhere inside the Capitol, and many blood clans emitting blood energy fluctuations lurking in every corner.

The last suburban manor massacre angered all the European blood clans - there was never any extraordinary power that dared to provoke the entire blood clan cluster with such bad behavior.

Even wizards like Grindelwald, Dumbledore, Voldemort, or world guardians like the ancient wizard, are not good.

After all, the blood clan is not only the owner of extraordinary power, but also the operator of state authority. Even if the extraordinary loses the battle level, the blood clan is confident in using the state machine to launch a full-scale war against wizards and mages.

In front of the nuclear bomb, wizards and mages could only bow down and surrender. If they could run away, the monk could not run away. Even if the top strong men could teleport away before the nuclear bomb exploded, the foundation they established did not have long legs and could not escape.

The blood clan used this method to establish an unbreakable ceasefire agreement with the wizards and mages, and after forcing them, the two did not interfere with the blood clan's behavior of leading beasts to eat people.

For a long time, this tacit understanding has been lurking under the water until the manor massacre occurred.

The blood clan was angry, but he felt a little scared.

There are always some people who cannot intimidate, bribe, or corrupt them.

Constantine and Wade Wilson are such people.

"Boss, we promise to complete the task."

Deadpool spoke respectfully to the black-framed glasses, and the scene of Li Ang projected from the mirror said casually: "Then do it."

"yes."

Deadpool nodded, put his glasses away, put them back in his pocket, and at the same time put down the bucket package, unzipped the zipper, took out two piles of V-shaped monsters from it, and changed them with Constantine.

Both sets of V-shaped monster costumes were subjected to constant invisible spells, with only extremely slight mana fluctuations that would not attract anyone's attention. They could be said to have sneaked into the magic weapon.

Immediately, Deadpool took out the hook gun from the package and aimed at the second floor of Westminster Palace and shot it out.

With a click, the hook rope was firmly embedded in the gaps in the honey-colored limestone wall bricks produced in Rutland.

Deadpool pulled the rope, feeling reliable enough, so she hung it around her waist with a hook, and slid down lightly from the watchtower of this clock.

There are countless blood clans hidden inside the Capitol. Only by using this way of sweeping through the sky invisible clothes can we easily avoid most modern technology physical monitoring systems and modern magic item monitoring systems.

Two V-shaped monsters slid along the hook rope towards the Capitol. Within a few breaths, they had already slid to the end of the hook rope, attached to the second floor of Westminster Palace like a gecko.

The Thames River below was shining with rugged waves under the light, and the damp river water passed through the V-shaped stranger's mask groove and entered Deadpool's nose.

Thanks to the human body transformation project of the Academy Urban Underground Experimental Base, Deadpool and Constantine, whose physical fitness is far beyond the limits of mortals, can lift themselves up with the power of their fingertips, and cross the window ridge of a small courtyard room in just a few seconds and officially sneak into Westminster Palace.

The two looked at each other, lowered the window, pushed open the door of the room, and walked into the corridor on the second floor of the Parliament Building.

The two men in invisible cloaks walked through the parliamentary hall, the parliamentary lounge, the library, the nobles' listening, the central room, and finally arrived at the House of Commons located at the northernmost end of Westminster Palace.

At this moment, a debate about a chemical weapon attack in a country in the Middle East is being held in the House of Commons. Female Prime Minister Rachel Ross stood in front of the debate seat of the ruling party MPs on the left side of the venue, talking about the document and copywriting.

“Just last week, 75 people, including young children, died in a horrible attack in the town of Duma, Syria, and more than 500 others were injured.

All the evidence shows that this is a chemical weapon attack.”

Not seen for more than a month, Prime Minister Rachel Ross has become much haggard. This strong woman, who claims to be the "paper maker of the British Empire", is solemnly and solemnly explaining various reasons, emphasizing the correctness of Britain's recent air strikes on a country in the Middle East.

Suddenly, she paused, raised her head, and looked at the door at the end of the House of Commons in a daze.
Chapter completed!