Trafford’s Trading Club

In the platinum palace, Her Majesty the Queen is holding her beloved pet... but she does not look very comfortable.

Because at this time of night when people should be resting, a large number of people gathered outside the palace... There were over a thousand people, standing outside the palace gate, protesting.

Moreover, the number of people gathered continues to increase.

The riot squad has been dispatched. They have built a human wall and are ready with smoke grenades, water cannons, pepper spray, etc. However, if there is no order, they can only stand still with riot shields set up.

The Prime Minister had been summoned urgently an hour ago, and it was not just the Prime Minister who was present, but also the bigwigs of the House of Representatives who held real power.

What is being discussed in the center of power is unknown to outsiders, especially the guards. They only need to be responsible for the safety of the force and not let anyone who can get close.

"There are really more and more people. Look at it, they won't disperse at dawn, and there will be more people." Looking through the wall of people, looking at the group leader outside, the team responsible for directing the explosion prevention work The leader shook his head, looked at his companions and said, "Be prepared for a long confrontation."

The companion shrugged and said: "It can't be helped. Who allowed several places to be attacked in succession... The key is that the attack was successful. Now they should have a headache, which is probably their own intelligence work, or they will discuss it by the way. The issue of next year’s intelligence system budget spending.”

The group leader didn't say much, but he knew very well that the possibility of organizing such a large mass protest and demonstration in such a short time was too low... Probably the poisonous snakes of the opposition have already started I'm chanting now.

He shook his head again. Ever since the childish referendum incident in Great Britain some time ago, the current government has been questioned...

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps was heard, and the two of them looked at the sound.

What he saw was a... woman in a tuxedo. The delicate and heroic facial features seem to have Germanic origins, and the long golden hair is simply tied up.

Like a deacon, she held a tray in one hand and walked past the two of them without looking away.

The companion whistled softly at this time and asked curiously: "Who is this lady? Why can you walk here freely?"

"Don't you know?" the team leader said casually: "She is one of the bodyguards around Her Majesty the Queen. She has always been responsible for taking care of the Queen's daily life. What is her name...Lance?"

"Lance?" The companion was stunned and looked at the lady's back.

She was unusually tall, taller than the average male figure... Finally, she came to the room where the Queen, Prime Minister, and others were discussing.

Knock on the door.

"I'm sorry." She opened the door and walked in slowly.

…

After she entered the room, she saw that the scene was immersed in a solemn atmosphere. Her Majesty was just holding her beloved cat and combing its hair, but she seemed to be in a daze.

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

When she came in, everyone's eyes were focused on her. But as if she didn't see it, she walked directly to the queen's side and put the tray down.

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

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

"Oh...ok." The queen nodded subconsciously, then looked at the current minister before swallowing the pill absentmindedly.

After that, she packed up her things, turned around and left towards the door... Her Majesty the Queen's lips moved slightly, but in the end she remained silent.

"Wait a minute, Lancelot!" But the Prime Minister spoke... and stopped her when she was about to push the door open.

"Dear Mr. Birmingham, may I have any orders?" She turned around and asked politely, but without a smile.

"What do you think about this attack?" the Prime Minister asked thoughtfully.

She said calmly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Birmingham, I haven't received any instructions yet."

"I'm asking for your opinion... I don't believe that Mr. Pukins didn't contact you after such a big thing happened." The Prime Minister frowned... This damn puppet!

"Mr. Birmingham, my duty is only to protect the safety of Her Majesty the Queen. Apart from the first time, Mr. Pukins did not ask me to do anything, let alone say anything to me." She still said coldly: "If you want You know the attitude of the Knight Agency from my mouth, so there is no need. This is not as efficient as calling Mr. Pukins in person."

"He doesn't answer my calls at all." First sneered.

She just glanced at him, and then said calmly: "If there is nothing else, then... say goodbye."

"Wait a minute, Lancelot." Her Majesty the Queen finally said bravely under the gazes of other giants of the House at the conference table, "Here is a letter secretly sent by the thugs who launched this attack. , their requirements are written on it... I think you can also listen to it."

She had a puzzled look on her face.

Her Majesty the Queen said with a wry smile: "They call themselves the 'Doomsday Myth' and ask us to give them all of Northern Ireland unconditionally and recognize their duli rule over the area. If we do not agree to this request, then in the next month Time, they will continue to launch the kind of attack a few hours ago without distinction. The next attack will be three days later, at an unknown location..."

This time she finally felt a little moved.

…

…

District 2 of Fog City, where old houses and new high-rise buildings gather. At this time, in the gap between the houses under the shadow of the tall building, a figure jumped vertically and horizontally on the walls on both sides with a vigorous posture, and it seemed that he could easily break out of the alley in the gap.

However, just as the figure was about to cross one of the buildings, a large black net suddenly appeared above it and instantly covered it.

Then, a burst of crazy current began to be released in the network cable of the large network, and a scream was heard. It fell from above and fell directly into the alley.

Several men wearing long black trench coats and holding a long metal tube quickly walked to the side of the big net.

He helped it up after being struck by the current from the big black net... He looked to be in his early twenties, wearing a sweater that had long been stained.

His bangs had long been wet with sweat, and there were many wounds on his body... The young man who was helped up had his head lowered, his eyes were blurred, foaming at the mouth, and his consciousness was horribly unclear.

laugh!

The sound of a match striking.

Lord Knight Simpton lit a cigarette for himself, and then walked up to the young man who was pulled up. Simpton reached out and pinched the young man's chin. After playing with it left and right, he nodded, "Good." , the third one...how many more are there?"

One of the men in a long black trench coat said: "According to the list from the orc traffickers, there are still two that have not been found. Sir, this is the signal tracker we seized from the orc traffickers. One of them is in our Not far away, as for the other one, it is moving quickly. Looking at the direction it is going, it seems that it is planning to merge with the immovable one."

Simpton turned his head and glanced at the tracker on his subordinate's hand, and pointed his finger: "Then let's go here first...the community center. Find these dirty guys as soon as possible, and then expel them away...I, I really hate the smell of these orcs. It keeps me awake at night."

"yes!"

…

This is absolutely genius.

The shock in Will's heart couldn't be greater... You can tell whether a person understands guitar or not. People who understand can't pretend even if they do.

From being jerky, to slowly starting to play alone...it was his own fingering, his own habits. This handsome child was obviously imitating his own fingering.

Although the child can only play the first part of the whole song smoothly and slowly, and is basically unable to connect to the back part, but the child is still trying his best... This child's memory is so amazing, and at the same time, both hands How flexible it is.

Genius, I seem to have picked up a genius.

Finally, the child's hands stopped, and he could no longer continue playing the next part. But he soon started from the beginning, and this time he was more proficient.

Will was a guy who liked to share things with others and he quickly thought of his two other buddies in the band and wanted to tell them about it.

Unfortunately, the call never got through. In fact, no one answered the call.

Will shook his head. Those two guys were probably flirting with girls in the bar at this time. Will suddenly thought of a friend who had good communication in rock music and was also the person who taught him this song.

Will once again listened to this original scenery piece played by his friend, and instantly felt like crying. This is the realm Will is pursuing, and it is also his belief that music can convey feelings.

Toot toot!

"Will? What's the matter with calling me?" The call came through, and he was not very fluent, and his English was mixed with some accents.

"Cheng! You know, I discovered a genius! You don't know how incredible this kid is! I believe you will really enjoy getting to know him!" Will said with excitement.

"Well, I will definitely hope to get to know him...are you going to introduce me to him?" That was a wry smile.

"Of course! Are you free tomorrow... Oh, Cheng, please wait for now. Someone seems to be here. I'll talk to you later to give you details."

Will said and turned off the phone.

…

At the same time, in the Royal Conservatory of Music of Wudu University.

"strange."

He smiled, then shook his head, put the phone down, opened his laptop, and started the video connection.

The screen flashed, and soon a family of three huddled together appeared in front of him...the child among them looked like he had just been born.

"Oh, let me see my godson... Hong Guan! Don't hide it! Look how much this kid looks like me!"

"I'm such a ghost like you, how can I still look like you?!"

"Ha ha."

They started laughing and chatting.

….

There are indeed people coming to the social work center... maybe they are here to seek help, for example, some homeless people come back to ask for some food or something.

Will looked back at the child who was holding the guitar and looking attentive. He smiled slightly, closed the door of the room gently, and then walked out.

When he arrived at the reception desk, he didn't see the homeless people he expected. Instead, he saw several guys wearing black windbreakers... They didn't look like they were here to ask for help.

"Excuse me, how can I help you?" Will stepped forward and asked.

"Is there anyone else here besides you?" one of the men asked with an indifferent expression.

"Who are you looking for?" Will frowned... He had an intuition that these people had bad intentions.

But a man standing behind him suddenly said: "Ah, it smells like this... it's a disgusting smell. He's right here, let's do it."

After the man finished speaking, several men in black trench coats nodded, passed Will directly, and broke into the social work center.

"Wait a minute, you can't go in, this is a private place..."

Before Will had finished speaking, a man in a trench coat had already come to him and punched him directly in the abdominal cavity... This made Will instantly bend over in pain, so painful that he could hardly breathe. , "You...what exactly do you want to do..."

"We are rescuing you, young man, don't you know how dangerous you are?" Simpton slowly came from behind, squatted in front of Will, and said with a sneer: "At the same time, we are looking for...that guy . Don’t worry, we won’t destroy anything here, take that guy away and the matter is over.”

As he spoke, Simpson shook his head, and a subordinate immediately understood, walked over, roughly picked up Will, and forcibly pulled him into a nearby room.

"Let me go!!! Let me go!! What are you doing!!"

The door to the room is now closed. In the room, Will suffered another heavy blow, and this time he fell to the ground in pain, retching and having no strength to get up.

At the same time, outside, two men in black trench coats directly dragged the handsome boy out.

The boy struggled in fear and called uncertainly... He was finally brought to Simpton.

"Oh, little beast, you are welcome to the Fog City...but you will be leaving soon." Simpton looked at the handsome boy with a smile.

This handsome boy suddenly got angry. His eyes flashed red for a moment. He broke away from the two men who were holding him, and then rushed directly towards Simpson.

But Simpson didn't panic. The moment the boy pounced on him, his long legs kicked up suddenly, and then split like an axe, directly hitting the boy's body.

Bang!

The boy hit the floor instantly and spat out a mouthful of blood...Simpton just stepped on the boy's back with a cold gaze.

A black shadow suddenly flashed in from the outside, flashing past Simpson at an extremely fast speed... At the same time, the boy at his feet had disappeared.

Several subordinates also took out their weapons at this moment... On the counter of the reception desk of the Social Work Center, a young girl was protecting the boy.

Anger and resentment... The girl just stared at the knights in front of her.

Simpton exhaled slowly, stretched out his hand and lightly wiped his cheek. The moment the girl flashed past, she left three tiny traces of blood.

"So, what I hate the most are you dirty, lowly and disrespectful bastards..." Simpton narrowed his eyes and said calmly: "During the pursuit, two orcs were stimulated and died. Crazy, we have no choice but to kill... let’s just write the report like this."

"……yes."

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ps1: Dian Niang has a golden keyboard event that will end on the 31st, emmm...vote for me~!

ps2: Will update later.