At five o'clock, it was completely dark in London.

The Shard, which used to be brightly lit like the Tower of Babel and stood on the south bank of the Thames, is now pitch black, with thick smoke billowing out from the 44th to 51st floors of the Shangri-La Hotel, just like this crystal-clear building.

The transparent pyramid is just the most beautiful chimney in London.

The live news van and the onlookers surrounded the Shard in three circles and three circles outside. The reporters held up cameras, the audience held up their mobile phones, and the flashlights lit up. Tower Bridge and London were not far away.

The eyes are still lit with brilliant neon lights, and the ancient city is even more boiling than usual, floating on the water-like lights amidst the din of singing and dancing.

The atmosphere was as lively as welcoming the grand New Year's Day fireworks.

Although the Shard is under martial law, except for police cars, fire trucks and special vehicles from the Chosen Agency, no other vehicles or pedestrians are allowed to enter within a 500-meter radius of the building. However, the level of noise underneath the Shard is no worse than outside.

Mainly because those who escaped from the Shard could not leave the security circle directly. Even if the small square below the Shard was overcrowded, they still had to follow instructions and be identified by the police before they could leave.

Yan Funing walked out of the Shard with the support of lawyer Jones, and went to the special passage for injured people in the square to wait for the police to perform facial recognition. He saw several unconscious people being carried into ambulances, but their destination was not behind the Shard.

Guy's Hospital. Obviously these unconscious people were sent to "MI6" in ambulances painted by military doctors. (The full name of MI6 is the British Army Intelligence Bureau Six, referred to as MI6, which is the same as the KGB and the Central Intelligence Agency of Country A.

and Mossad, also known as "the world's four major intelligence agencies")

Because the Royal Red Lions commanded by the Duke of Sutherland are affiliated with MI6, not Scotland Yard.

Yan Funing's shirt and vest were completely soaked with sweat, and the left side of his reversible suit was also stained with blood. The left side of his face was charred and black, which formed a sharp contrast with the intact right side of his face. He looked miserable and weak. To prove

To prove his innocence, his carrier is still fighting with the Duke of Sutherland upstairs. With the reinforcements of the Royal Red Lion personnel in place, the carrier's situation has become increasingly difficult...

Although Yan Funing only felt excitement and no sense of urgency at the moment, he also knew that he had to speed up if he wanted to go out smoothly. If he really had to wait in line, things would have infinite variables.

So when he reached the end of the team, he pretended to stumble, and controlled his body to hit the ground heavily. Caught off guard, Lawyer Jones tried hard to pull Yan Funing, but how could she, a frail middle-aged woman, pull her back?

Yan Funing is 1.84 meters tall and weighs 72 kilograms.

Yan Funing held his hands slightly against the gray terrazzo floor, then let the injured left side of his face rub against the cold floor where some broken glass was scattered. The muscles that had lost the sense of pain were injured again, and the crystal broken glass directly penetrated

The pain that caused the bone marrow to spasm deeply stimulated the brain. Yan Funing felt that all the nerves in his body were contracting in the muscles, as if they were about to be withdrawn from the body.

This kind of pain has almost exceeded the atmosphere that humans can bear. Fortunately, he does not need to suppress it at this moment. He curled up, his teeth were trembling, and said in a trembling voice: "Lawyer Jones, can you get me some painkillers first?

I feel like I'm going to die..."

The helpless lawyer Jones just glanced at the hideous wound on the left side of Yan Funing's face, and tears immediately fell down. If he could still see his facial features just now, now Yan Funing's left face was a blur of blood and flesh, and no outline could be seen at all.

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With tears on his face, Lawyer Jones shouted angrily at the police officers who were doing facial recognition one by one and slowly registering them one by one: "Oh my God! What are you doing? You are committing murder. I not only want to file a complaint against you, I

It’s really shameful to take you to the Supreme Court..."

Attorney Jones's hoarse questioning successfully attracted people in the square. When people saw Yan Funing's miserable face, they didn't dare to take a second look. Some adults even covered their children's eyes to prevent them from looking.

Yan Funing, a human tragedy. Yan Funing successfully aroused the anger of the crowd. People began to make loud noises, cry for help, and even began to attack the soldiers and police who were maintaining order.

Soon a tall officer wearing a beret with the SWAT logo came over. He asked seriously: "What happened?"

Lawyer Jones took out her mobile phone, took pictures and collected evidence, and asked angrily: "You ask what happened?" She pointed to the police who were doing facial recognition and said, "If there is such a serious accident, why are we not allowed to leave?"

..."

The officer first said "sorry" to lawyer Jones, and then said: "We are afraid that terrorists will get out and cause a greater disaster..."

"These people are injured and can move easily. What kind of disaster can they cause?"

"They may be the chosen ones. For the chosen ones, the impact of injuries is not that great."

"So they should pay the price for your low work efficiency and negligence in security work?" Attorney Jones pointed at those injured but still insisting on queuing up and said, "They delayed treatment and may have lost their sight.

You may have your limb amputated, and you may even lose your life, but do you still want to do this?"

"Sorry." The officer remained expressionless amidst the crowd's noise, but lowered his voice, "We will speed up the review."

"I don't want to hear you apologize," Lawyer Jones said sternly, "I, Jones Saville, Crown Counsel of the Commonwealth, now require you to sincerely explain to me and everyone present why you want to restrict our freedom of life.

,Why not let the injured people go to the hospital for treatment as soon as possible?"

As soon as the officer heard that Lawyer Jones was the Crown Lawyer of the Commonwealth, a trace of embarrassment appeared on his expressionless face. He did not dare to defend or ignore it. He immediately looked down at Yan Funing lying on the ground and said in a low voice: "I will give priority.

Arrange for your people to come over..."

The lawyer system in England retains a lot of feudal traditions, and the hierarchy is very strict. It is generally divided into junior lawyers and senior lawyers. Senior lawyers can also apply to become royal lawyers, which are awarded by the King of England and enjoy privileges in court. No one can

A character who is willing to offend.

Lawyer Jones didn't appreciate it at all. She sneered coldly: "OH, do you think that I have to be grateful to you for giving me this right that I should have? I have seen a lot of very bad criminals, but never

I have never seen people who break the law so confidently as you. My dear sir, you must guarantee the losses that everyone may suffer. Your MI6 and Scotland Yard must bear all responsibilities. And what you saw today is

I will truthfully report to my teacher, Deputy Dean Hale, and ask the Minister of Justice to ask the House of Lords whether human rights are more important, or the rights of MI6 and Scotland Yard!"

When he heard that the other party was actually the only female justice of the Court of Justice in England and a student of Vice-President Hale, one of the judges of the House of Lords, the tall officer immediately surrendered and called the doctors and nurses over to lift Yan Funing onto a stretcher. Yan Funing knew this.

Unable to get into the military ambulance, he stood up with a groan and asked weakly: "I don't need an ambulance. What I need is a doctor to treat my wound right away. Guy's Hospital is right next to it. It only takes five minutes to walk."

minute....."

The officers, doctors and people around him all looked at Yan Funing. When they saw the horrific injury on the left side of Yan Funing's face, they all had expressions of unbearable sadness.

The doctor said: "He has at least third-degree burns. He really needs to be treated as soon as possible..."

The officer said with embarrassment: "But in his condition, there is absolutely no way to do facial recognition."

"I have my passport..." Yan Funing took out the passport belonging to Mix Deskerud from Country A from his pocket and handed it to the officer. This passport was entered as a tourist, and the only trace of his movement was the ticket.

There is no proof of payment for the short-term rental apartment, and no other proof. Unlike Billy Waltz, who works at HCA, he can provide extremely complete proof of his movements and details of his life, but now Yan Funing can no longer care about so much.

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The officer took out his handheld police phone and scanned the passport handed over by Yan Funing. No problems were found, so he asked: "Can you provide us with your mobile phone?"

Yan Funing pretended to touch his pocket several times and said anxiously: "I don't know where it was lost..."

The officer hesitated a little. At this moment, another extremely violent explosion occurred in the Shard Building. Red flames rushed out from the 62nd floor. Under the hazy sky, it looked like a huge monster entrenched on the tower stretched out.

A scarlet tongue licked his lips.

When the flames receded, the shaking of the building did not stop. Glass shards fell from the building like a downpour, and countless debris flew in the sky, as if someone had fired a wedding salute.

The messy debris hit the square like hailstones. The crowd in the square became more and more turbulent, with screams and curses. The danger caused dissatisfaction with being unable to leave for a long time. Some people rushed into the police and the police who were under martial law.

Soldiers, and then more people joined the charging team. The soldiers with explosion-proof shields erected were like precarious embankments, unable to resist the tide of angry crowds.

Seeing that the situation seemed to be getting out of control, the officer did not care about anyone else hearing it. He picked up the walkie-talkie and asked directly: "Your Majesty, what is going on up there? Can you control the situation? There won't be any problems in the building, right?"

"

A moment later, the voice of the Duke of Sutherland came from the intercom, "Don't worry, it's just a carrier self-destruction, which is equivalent to a gas explosion. Such a power will not cause substantial damage to the Shard.

All fuss is necessary..."

The officer reminded tactfully: "But the people down there are very scared now, and everyone's emotions are a little out of control. How about we let them go first and only keep the unconscious ones?"

The Duke of Sutherland said calmly: "I don't care how you deal with it. If no one can be found in the building, then it must be your problem."

The officer wanted to say something else, but the contact had been cut off. He looked at the people who had clashed with the soldiers and police, and his facial features were wrinkled, as if they were wearing masks of pain.

No one noticed that Yan Funing's hair was already soaked. His body hidden under his clothes was convulsing, as if there were countless maggots rolling under his skin. He lowered his head, clenched his fists, and clenched his fists.

His teeth clenched, trying to suppress the pain caused by another wave of self-destruction and activation of the carrier.

At this moment, the burning pain on his face spread to the whole body, like he was a moth thrown into the flames, his torso being burned away by the ruthless flames. He needed to vent and get rid of the surging pain in his body. He wanted to

Wanting to kill and destroy, he felt that his little clear will was like a small boat in a tsunami, which could capsize at any time.

The irresistible pain made him just want to explode on the spot and use self-annihilation to end this bad world.

Yan Funing was sweating profusely. He saw his carrier running in the long and narrow corridor, and the chosen ones of the Red Lion surrounded him again. He could see the Duke of Sutherland jumping into the elevator shaft from the three-dimensional map, and he could

He saw his own reflection in the glass shards scattered on the ground. He looked carefully at the face that was more ferocious than a ghost. His manic emotions were like burning fuses, getting closer to the explosive in his body little by little.

On a cold Christmas day in London, sweat dropped like rain on the shards of glass, covering Yan Funing's face.

In a daze, he heard someone shouting: "Brother...brother...don't be afraid..."

He subconsciously looked around and saw a little girl not far away leading a little boy forward. The chaotic and noisy crowd behind them was like a wheat field in the wind, and the neon lights flowing on the Thames River were like sunset.

In the midst of panic and riots, the silhouettes of the two children had a strange beauty. He seemed to see a slow motion panning out of the horizon, and they walked towards the non-existent sunset together.

Inexplicably, all the boiling pain in his body disappeared.

Without a trace.

His fuzzy consciousness suddenly became clear, as if the congestion accumulated in his mind was swept away. He remembered who he was and why he was standing here.

He thought that a man's responsibility is to bear pain.

He should have been responsible for all of this, but they miraculously disappeared.

He seemed to feel no pain anymore.

Perhaps the sharp pain had exceeded the threshold and completely destroyed his pain nerves.

No matter what the reason is.

Anyway, he feels very good now, as if he has broken free from the thorns that tightly bound him.
To be continued...