The drone over London is still hovering, faithfully conveying the picture.

The city has been ruled by chaos and turned into a land of unbroken land.

The people shouted various slogans, broke through the gates of mansions, villas, and hotels, dragged out high-ranking officials and nobles from the house, forcing these "big figures" to kneel side by side in the middle of the road, like dead pigs.

Vampire, werewolf, bureaucrat, sue stick, capitalist, media tycoon...

These well-known British island masters burst into tears and kowtowed to mercy. However, no matter what they did or said, the fanatical people would not care. They just smiled and wrapped the rope around their necks.

Maybe it is because people are about to die and say good things, or maybe it is because they are simply afraid of death. Some powerful people are much more open-minded before they die, and even leave themselves a prayer of death as decent as possible.

"In addition to all my accountability, I hope my blood can strengthen the happiness of the British."

"I forgive those who bring me bad luck."

"Liberty, how many sins act in your name."

Unfortunately, just like King Louis XVI on the guillotine, these British powerful men's calm attitudes did not prevent the arrival of the established destiny - after all, reality is not a novel. Before death, laughing three times before not allowing the enemy to temporarily stop killing themselves.

Hang, hang, or hang.

Soon, dead bodies were hung on the streets and alleys of London, swaying in the wind like flags.

There was a dead silence in the underground fortifications.

"Unpoly, these damn untouchables!"

Sir Humphrey Applebill was trembling all over and roaring towards the screen. The surging blood could flow around him like a vortex, but no one dared to come forward to remind him, for fear that the jazz would rush up and accidentally cause harm to friendly forces.

"Don't they know? It was us who provided the British Empire with a template for the capitalist republic system; it was us who made the monarchy on the British island a passing cloud. If it weren't for our blood clan, these untouchables would still be digging food in the ground!"

Sir Applebill looked at the dead compatriots on the screen, and felt that the plasma in the blood vessels was about to solidify. "It is our blood clan who provided a liberal democratic system and provided two modern industrial revolutions, but they were not grateful and even used a rope to repay us. These damn untouchables..."

The Executive Secretary-General of the British Empire Cabinet roared twice indignantly, then he barely suppressed his grief and anger and thought about countermeasures.

The eight million London residents are obviously not something that the veterinarians with a small number of people can fight against. Even if the veterinarians really make up their minds and bombard the central city of London with weapons of mass destruction, the result will definitely end with the failure of the veterinarians.

"The reason why the blood clan can climb to a high position is because of its concealment. This time, the news about the blood clan has been known by eight million London residents, and any attempt to block information leakage is unrealistic.

From a strategic perspective, we have lost.”

Sir Humphrey Applebill returned to his calmness and analyzed calmly: "After this storm, the whole world will know that the blood clan is, and we can no longer maintain a secret position. We will inevitably lose some of the original power and even lose all the basics.

Now we can do only the stop loss path.”

He raised his head suddenly and said to the other blood tribes in the underground fortifications: "Call Hydra, don't they want to carry out the second Sea Lion Operation? Let Hydra's lunatics fight against eight million London residents."

Everyone present at the underground fortifications was an intellectual who had received higher education. Not to mention the knowledge of astronomy and geography, at least there is no problem with being familiar with the past and the present, so they naturally knew what the sea lion plan was.

In July 1940, shortly after World War II began, in order to conquer the British Isles, the head of the German Third Reich ordered the commander of the Luftwaffe Gorene to issue a combat plan, concentrating three air force armies, more than 2,000 combat aircraft, thirteen divisions, and thousands of ships to fight the British army over the English Channel.

The British army, which had no advantage in military strength, barely maintained the situation and took advantage of the strategic mistakes of the head of state to drag the German army into a war of attrition to bomb the enemy's capitals, thereby gaining a chance to breathe, and ultimately ended the Sea Lion Plan without success.

With the sea lion plan mentioned by Sir Humphrey Applebill, plus the word Hydra, the quick-thinking blood clan and human bureaucrats immediately guessed the following.

"What?!"

A member of the blood clan questioned: "Just, are you going to let the Nazis go to London?"

"That's right." Sir Apbill nodded and said indifferently: "Don't Your Excellency Li Ang like to see the world burned? Then let the fire come more violently.

The invasion of Hydra gives us an excuse to bomb central London. This move not only eliminates the residents of London in a riot, but also protects our compatriots.

The most important thing is that those Hydras have more appetites than that, they will burn every piece of land in Europe.

Such a chaotic and unruly Europe is suitable for our blood clan to recuperate."

Sir Apbill soon convinced other blood clans to assist him in transferring the powerful people in the underground fortifications, and applied to the blood clans, contacted the blood clans in the British Army Air Force, and gave up the armed alert forces near the Great Britain Strait.

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The scarlet blood flowed along the cracks of bricks and rocks, spread across the streets, slid into the sewer pipes along the iron fence, and flowed into the Thames River, dyeing the river water red, and the smell of fishy smell was overflowing, like purgatory.

Leon strolled casually on the stone road along the banks of the Thames, casually sniffing the burning smell in the air.

He walked through Grimo Square where the Order of the Phoenix was located, and through Kings Cross Street where Diagon Alley was located, and found that all the gates leading to the world of wizards were tightly closed.

These wizards still adhere to the principle of "not interfering with the Muggle world" and want to stay out of this chaos.

“Isolationism with British Empire.”

Li Ang curled his lips without comment and continued to walk forward.

He came to the museum where the Mage Alliance was located and found that the gate was also closed, and even a trace of light was not revealed - it was obvious that these Mages were also thinking about not helping each other.

"Another turtle shrunk."

Li Ang grinned and turned around and left.

He continued to walk forward, and there were fervent people holding torches running by his side - these London residents would pour gasoline on the blood clan's bodies to make the flames even more vigorous.

Suddenly, the moonlight suddenly dimmed.

Holding the torch and the oil barrel, the people looking up, could only see the outline of some huge object vaguely revealed in the gloomy clouds.

Airships, dozens, hundreds of cigar-shaped airships sprayed with Nazi swastika symbols, sailed out of the clouds and overwhelmed London.
Chapter completed!