Trafford’s Trading Club

In Platinum Palace, Her Majesty is holding her beloved pet… but she doesn't look very comfortable.

Because on this evening when we were supposed to rest, the palace gathered a large crowd… thousands of people, standing outside the gate of the palace, protesting.

And the number of this gathering continues to grow.

The riot squad has been deployed, they have erected human walls and prepared smoke bombs, water guns, pepper sprays, etc. - but without orders, they can only erect blast shields and stand dry.

The prime minister was rushed in an hour ago, and it wasn't just the prime minister present, but the senators with real power.

The center of power is discussing something that outsiders do not know - especially the guards. All they have to do is take responsibility for their safety and keep no one close to them.

“There are really more and more people. Look at this, they won't disperse by dawn, and there will be more people.” Through the human wall, looking at the group leaders outside, the team leader in charge of directing the explosion protection shook his head and looked at his companions: “Get ready for a long confrontation. ”

"What can't be done," shrugged his companion. "Who let several successive places be attacked… the key is that the attack was successful. Now they should have a headache, presumably with their own intelligence work, or, incidentally, with next year's budget spending on intelligence systems. ”

The team leader did not say much, but he knew that the possibility of organizing such a large mass protest in such a short time was too low… it was likely that the villains of the opposition had begun to cry out.

He shook his head again, and the current government has been questioned since the childish referendum that preceded Britain...

All of a sudden, the footsteps came and the two of them looked.

What you see is a woman in a tuxedo... The sophisticated and bright five seemed to be of Germanic origin, with long, blonde hair simply tied together.

Like a deacon, she walked blindly past the two, holding on to one of the squadrons.

The companion whistled gently at this point, curious: "Who is this lady and why is she free to walk here? ”

“Don't you know?” The team leader said casually: “She is one of the bodyguards around Her Majesty and has always been in charge of taking care of the queen's living, as if her name were... Lance? ”

“Lance?” The companion glanced at the lady's back.

She was extraordinarily tall and a little taller than the average male body… Eventually, she came to the room where the queen, the prime minister, and others discussed.

Knock on the door.

“Excuse me.” She opened the door and then slowly walked in.

……

When she entered the room, she saw the scene immersed in a heavy atmosphere - Her Majesty was just holding her own cat and brushing her hair all the way down, but people seemed dazed.

The Prime Minister was standing outside the window, smoking cigarettes silently.

When she came in, everyone's eyes focused on her. She just walked straight to the queen and put the tray down like she didn't see it.

A glass of fresh water, a small plate, a few pills on top of the plate.

“Your Majesty, it's time to take your medicine. ”

“Oh... okay.” The queen nodded, then looked at a minister of the present kind, and swallowed the pills with distraction.

After that, she packed her things and turned away towards the door… Her Majesty's lips moved slightly, eventually not speaking.

“Wait, Lancelot!” But the prime minister opened his mouth... and stopped calling her as she was about to push out the door.

“Dear Mr. Birmingham, may I help you?” She turned around and asked politely, just smiling.

“What do you think about this attack?” The Prime Minister asked in silence.

She said softly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Birmingham, but I haven't heard anything yet. ”

“I am asking your opinion… I do not believe that such a great deal has happened and Mr. Pupkins has not contacted you.” The prime minister frowned... this damn doll!

“Mr. Birmingham, my duty is only to protect Her Majesty's security. Except for the first time, Mr. Pupkins did not ask me to do anything, let alone tell me anything.” She's still cold: “If you want to know from my mouth the attitude of the knighthood, you don't have to. This has not been efficient enough for you to call Mr. Pupkins personally. ”

“He doesn't answer my calls at all.” First of all, laugh.

She just glanced at it and said softly: "If there's nothing else, then... goodbye. ”

“Wait, Lancelot.” Her Majesty's gaze at the rest of the House giants on the table ended up saying in a callous manner, "Here is a letter from the mob who carried out this attack in secret, stating their demands… I think you can listen. ”

She gave a puzzling look.

“They call themselves‘ myths of the end ', demanding that we give them the whole Northern Ireland region unconditionally and acknowledge their independent domination of the region," Her Majesty grinned. If we do not respond to that request, they will continue to carry out attacks of the kind they did hours ago, without distinction, for the next month. And the time of the next attack is three days later, the location is unknown... ”

She finally got a touch of movement this time.

……

……

Fog Du District II, where old houses meet emerging tall buildings. At this time, in the void seen only between the house and the house under the shadow of the high building, a figure jumped across the walls on both sides in a healthy posture, so easily breaking out of the alley in this void.

However, as this figure approached the moment when one of the buildings was about to pass, a black mesh suddenly appeared above it - a mesh that was instantly covered.

Subsequently, a mad current began to release into the mesh cable, and only one scream was heard, and it fell from above and directly into the alley.

Several men in black trench coats, with a metal trolley on their hands, quickly walked to the side of the mesh.

It lifted the current from the black mesh —— it looked like he was only in his early twenties, wearing a sweater that was already stained.

Liu Hai had long been wet by sweat, while there were still many wounds on his body... the young man who had been lifted up at this time lowered his head, his eyes lost, his mouth foamed, his consciousness terror was no longer clear.

Pfft -!

The sound of the matches moving.

The Great Simpton knight lit himself a cigarette and then walked up to the young man who had been pulled up —— Simpton reached up and pinched the young man's chin, swinging it around a bit, and then nodded, “Good, third... how many more? ”

One of the men in the long black trench coat said: "According to the list of the Orc traffickers, two more have not been found. Sir, this is the signal tracker we captured from the Orc traffickers, and one of them is not far from us, and the other one is currently moving fast, looking in the direction of moving forward, seems to be trying to rendezvous with this immobile one. ”

Simpton glanced over at the tracker on his subordinate's hand and his finger dotted: “Here we go… community center. Find these filthy guys as soon as you can and expel them... I, I really hate the smell of these beasts. It will make me unable to sleep at night. ”

“Yes!”

……

This is definitely a genius.

Will can't add to the shock in his heart... whether a person understands guitar or not, even a person who understands can't fake it.

From green to slowly starting to play alone… that's his own way, his own habit - this sophisticated kid, obviously imitating his own way of playing.

Despite the fact that the whole song only plays the front part smoothly and slowly and is barely reachable by the back, the child is still trying... how amazing his memory is and how flexible his hands are at the same time.

Genius, I seem to have recovered a genius.

Finally, the kid's hands stopped, and he couldn't go on with the next part of the play - but he had to start from scratch soon, and this time he was more skilled.

Will was a guy who liked to share —— he quickly thought of two other friends in his band, and wanted to tell them about it.

The phone hasn't been answered —— it's not answered.

Will rocked his head, those two guys, probably at the bar at this time —— Will suddenly thought of a friend who communicated very well on rock and taught him the song.

Once again, Will heard this friend play this original scenic song, and instantly he felt a tear -- that's what Will was after, and he believed that music was capable of conveying his mind.

Doo-doo-doo-doo!

“Will? What can I do for you?” The phone is connected, not very fluent, and some accents are mixed with English.

“Cheng, you know, I found a genius! You have no idea how incredible this kid is! I'm sure you'd love to meet him!” Will said with excitement.

“Well, I would definitely like to meet him… are you going to introduce me?” That was a bitter tone of laughter.

“Sure! Do you have time tomorrow... Oh, Cheng, wait, it looks like someone is coming, I'll talk to you later, tell me more. ”

Will said, "Turn off the phone."

……

At the same time, the Royal College of Music at Fondue University.

“Strange. ”

He laughed, then shook his head, dropped the phone, turned on his laptop, and started a video connection.

The screen flashed, and soon a family of three crowded together appeared in front of him… the child, just after birth.

“Oops, let me see my godson... Hong Guan! Don't hide it! Look at this kid, how much like me! ”

“Like you, like you still got it?! ”

“Ha ha. ”

They started laughing and talking.

……

The social worker's center did come… probably came to ask for help - for example, some homeless people who came back for some food or something.

Will looked back at the kid with the guitar in his arms, focused on his face, smiled and closed the door gently, then walked out.

He came to the reception, did not see the expected homeless man, but saw several guys in black trench coats... he did not come to ask for help.

“May I help you?” Will came up and asked.

“Is there anyone else here besides you?” One of the men asked indifferently.

“Who are you looking for?” Will frowned… he had an intuitive feeling these people were coming.

But a man standing behind him suddenly said, "Ah, it's this smell… it's disgusting. He's right here. Do it. ”

When the man had finished, several men in black trench coats nodded, crossing Will directly and breaking into the social worker's centre.

“Wait, you can't go in. This is a private place...”

Will's words are not finished. A man in a trench coat has come to him and punched him directly in his abdomen... which made Will instantly bend over and almost unable to breathe. "You... what do you want to do...”

“We're saving you, boy, don't you know how dangerous you are?” Simpton slowly walked backwards, squatting in front of Will, smiling and saying: “Meanwhile, we came to find... the guy. Don't worry, we won't destroy anything here, take that guy away, and this is over. ”

Simpton waved his head, and immediately one of his subordinates would come over and pull Will straight into a room next to him.

“Let go of me!!! Let go of me!! What are you guys doing!! ”

The door of the room is closed at this time. In the room, Will was struck again, this time directly and painfully on the ground, nauseated and powerless to climb up.

Meanwhile, outside, two men in black trench coats dragged the boy out directly.

The boy struggled in horror, calling indefinitely… he was eventually taken to Simpton.

“Oh, little beast, welcome to the fog… but you'll be leaving soon.” Simpton smiled and measured the boy.

The boy suddenly caught fire, his eyes flashed red, and he broke apart the two men who had captured him and then pounced directly at Simpton.

Simpton just didn't panic, and the moment the man jumped, his long leg kicked up and then split like a knife axe, directly into the boy.

Boo--!

The boy instantly hit the floor and spit out a breath of blood… Simpton stepped on the boy's back with a cold eye.

A dark shadow, suddenly flashing from the outside, flashing by Simpton at great speed… Meanwhile, the boy under his feet had disappeared.

Several subordinates also took out their weapons at this moment… only on the counter at the reception desk of the Social Workers' Centre, an older girl, was being protected in front of the boy.

Anger and resentment… the girl stares dead at the knights in front of her.

Simpton sighed slowly, reaching over his cheek and gently rubbing it - the moment the girl flashed by, she left three slight traces of blood.

“So what I hate the most is you filthy, cheap, rude bastards...” Simpton closed his eyes and said softly: “In the course of the hunt, two Orcs went mad because of the stimulus, and we were helpless to kill each other... report, write it like this. ”

“… Yes. ”

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