When all prerequisites are ready, when all participants enter, when Yegor's authority unleashes the final restrictions, the regeneration plan will be initiated.

The dreamlike fluorescent light galloped over London, as if nothing had happened, passing through the eyes, illuminating the waiting people in the dark.

Converge the whole of London, surrounded by it.

The mist surged and the drizzle poured, and the whole city seemed to have a faint light.

The will of the pilot descends and looks down on all.

The cruel struggle and elimination officially began.

The final fluorescence fell and fell into the hands of the contestants.

It also illuminated the waiting pupils in the darkness.

In the empty and old warehouse, the silent middle-aged man sat in a folding chair under the lonely lamp. The pocket watch in his hand was rotating silently on his fingertips, feeling a slight heat on his back.

The faint astronomical emblem has emerged from the back of the hand and disappeared immediately.

In the silence, he closed the lid of his pocket watch.

I heard the monotonous ringtone of my phone.

On the phone, a low voice told him: "Get started."

"yes."

The middle-aged man, standing solemnly, responded with his head held high and hung up the phone.

In the silence, he turned around and announced softly: "The mission begins."

boom!

A shocking muffled sound suddenly started.

It was the sound of countless leather boots trampling on the earth at the same time.

Just behind him, hundreds of participants had stood up, raised their heads, and gathered for a tight array like steel crystals.

"There is a briefing now-"

The middle-aged man with short hair with gray hair was behind his back with his hands behind his back, and ordered his subordinates who were also impatient: "I will serve as the commander of this operation, code-named Colonel.

Starting today, within seven days, our combat area is London.

Content, save yourself and eliminate all blockers!

Bring victory to Your Excellency General!”

"yes!!!"

"Tell me, who are you!"

"Huha, Huha!!!"

As if the same heart-warming shouts and shouts sounded, the crazy faces responded in unison: "We are soldiers, tools, and guardians of the present situation!"

"Very good, then, let's start distributing intelligence and equipment. The mission has begun, tools."

The colonel grinned, looked at the subordinates in front of him and smiled.

The dead warehouse boiled in an instant. When trucks entered one after another, bringing weapons, ammunition and armor that had never appeared on any registered directory, the steel giant beast regained its minions.

Those strong men who were no longer young and even scarred were lined up and stepped forward in order and took their own arms from the colonel.

Every time the colonel would ask them: "You know why you came here, right?"

"certainly."

At the front, the slightly obese middle-aged man nodded, took off his hat, revealing the scars on his skull, tattoo numbers, and metal skulls.

He smiled and nodded: "Salute to Your Excellency General for us."

"I will."

The colonel nodded, and the two passed by each other.

Then next one, next one…

.

Even if it was the same silence, the night seemed to be striking by invisible flames and gradually became unstable.

Just inside the towering buildings, which have never appeared in the huge rooms with public records, one by one, one surveillance screen, scenes from various places in London are transmitted to the front of the console.

Amid the busy and noisy supervision, the man sitting in front sighed: "It's all a group of restless guys."

"The people from the current defense bureau seem to have started to take action."

After listening for a while, the secretary pressed the headset and asked softly next to him: "Do we want to respond?"

"We will keep our troops in a position and let them fight first."

The 'reconstruction engineer' of the Financial Weaving Bureau picked up the coffee cup and said blankly: "We are not in a hurry, let's talk about it when they finish playing."

"Who do we support?" asked the secretary.

"Silly words."

The engineer replied indifferently, "Of course, who is the higher price, we support whom we support."

.

.

Another place, on the streets of London, under the gentle lights.

Between the drunken vagabond, the man with messy hair laughed and turned around, playing his accordion. The melodious melody lingers in the night, making the cold city seem to become gentle.

The homeless people held bad wine, sang, danced, and gathered together.

Keep each other warm.

Finally, when the performance ended, he was applauded.

"Thank you, this is the best performance I have ever heard. If you don't mind, do you want to do some?" The skinny old man sitting next to the gasoline barrel to keep warm raised the beer in his hand.

"That's so thankful."

The performer took it in panic, then slapped his mouth after sipping it all over, "I didn't expect that my wallet would be lost as soon as I came here. If you weren't there, I really don't know what to do."

"Don't worry, boy, there will be a solution."

The old man pointed to the room he built with a paper box: "If you don't dislike it, we can make do with it."

"Thank you, someone will come to answer me. Thank you for lending me the phone."

The man with messy hair grinned and waved goodbye to them.

In this way, I carried the piano box and walked in the night street.

Under the dim street lights, I passed by another young man carrying a piano box.

The steps were slightly paused.

It seems to be listening.

But in the piano box, I could not hear the familiar string sound, only the faint sound of heavy steel armed forces.

"Well? A good tone."

The performer whispered softly and looked at the night sky expectantly: "What kind of music will be next? I'm really looking forward to it."

"I've seen the color."

In the corner of the shadow, the woman carrying a backpack smoked a weird-style electronic cigarette with complex tattoos on her face and grinned at him: "The dazzling blue, dazzling scarlet, and this fanatical and radical expression, ah, it's so beautiful. There will be good paintings."

"You are the only one?" The performer was slightly stunned, "Didn't Ji Ling come?"

The muse painter curled his lips and looked complicated: "He said that there was already another chef demon here, and he was not sure, so he just took a plane to leave."

"Ah, yes."

The disaster musician seemed to remember something, and scratched his hair sadly: "I want to leave too..."

"Are you afraid?" The painter squinted his eyes.

"In our music association, everyone lost Biqin at best, only half of their souls will be lost. It's amazing to have a few musical books... But now newcomers don't care about ethics. Is it really deadly to lose?"

The musician sighed sadly: "Why don't we vote?"

"...You coward, can you take some energy?" The painter was furious, but heard the ringtone of his phone.

The musician was slightly stunned and took out his cell phone from his pocket. After seeing the call, his face changed and he picked it up solemnly, listening to the notification from the other side, making a sound.

Until I hung up the phone, the confusion and anxiety in my eyes disappeared and I became firm again.

"What's wrong?" The muse painter also became nervous, "What's wrong?"

"Um."

The musician's face was nervous: "The credit card payment period for Magic Crystal Bank is coming, and it's time to pay back the money..."

"How much do you owe?" The painter was furious, "Didn't you just borrowed me to pay off the money you borrowed last year?"
To be continued...