In the eyes of some people, the so-called politics is to mobilize all available resources in their hands. In the political arena, to put it bluntly, to gain more capital for themselves in the upper class, gain higher status, seek popular power, and show how great, glorious, and noble person he is in front of people all over the world.

In order to achieve such a goal, some politicians will desperately discover all the resources they may use, tangible and intangible. These resources can be human, material, money, and everything. As long as they like, respect, and fear are what the world likes, respects, and fears, they all need. Of course, a marquis, a marquis from an ancient noble family, and an extremely wealthy marquis. What is particularly important is a single marquis who can invite a marquis of a private bodyguard group of 300 people. This is such a resource.

Unfortunately, Mr. Dai Le, a tall and handsome politician with a majestic but politician with a deep eyes, is the kind of person who does everything to do for a higher position. No matter how brilliant and noble a person looks, who can tell what his heart is? Otherwise, why would the Chinese sigh: "It is hard to draw bones when painting dragons and tigers."

Therefore, since the Marquis of Bai Jiade entered the Paris social circle and spent three million dollars at a dinner, it was difficult for Mr. De Le to not pay attention to him. Especially when some rumors came to his ears, it was not actually important news. It was nothing more than a few big names who had a good impression of Bai Jiade, and he also intended to develop in Paris.

Mr. Dai Le is really happy. If he can reach a certain intimate relationship with Bai Jiade, then don’t he have more chips on hand? But what exactly does Bai Jiade like? What kind of person is he? Do he have any weaknesses that can be grasped by himself?

Bai Jiade did what rich people often do, donating one million US dollars to a local scientific research institute. Of course, donations are secret, but there are always various channels to leak these things to others knowing intentionally or unintentionally.

The opportunity is here.

At a lunch party, Dai Le brought two glasses of wine and walked up to Bai Jiade, and handed him a glass. Bai Jiade was flattered and hurriedly picked it up, touched the glass with Dai Le and drank it all.

De Le smiled and said, "Mr. Marquis has made contributions to our French scientific research. As a member of the French, I express my gratitude to Mr. Marquis... What are the plans for Mr. Marquis?"

Bai Jiade said lazyly: "Oh, there is no special plan. Anyway, life is full of different fun. Some people like to chase money, some people pursue fame and fortune, some people like power, and I basically get all the above... I like a little special, a little special thing. For example, a peerless beauty from the Middle East?"

De Le smiled: "You are kidding, don't you have any greater ambitions when you are so young? Well? Maybe, you can consider making a little progress in France."

Bai Jiade shrugged: "I am not a real Frenchman, who would value me? No, France is a romantic country, but like Britain, it is not a country that welcomes foreigners. Any wealthy foreigner can enter the French social circle, but he will never be able to integrate into him. That's right."

Alansha sneaked up and said to De Le softly: "Sir, I will take my brother back first."

A spark of passion flashed slightly in Bai Jiade's beautiful big eyes. Dai Le saw it, but as any simple and honest elder showed it, he pretended to see nothing-

Yi Chen and Feili went to the bedroom for lunch. Off had already quit his job under the auspices of Yi Chen and West, and was determined to follow Yi Chen to London. At this moment, this cute big dog was sitting upright on a single sofa, and then his head was dozing off.

Firgore went to enjoy the street view of Manchester, but actually went to find out the local underworld news and see if there was any place to use. West knew this very well, but what reason did he need to point out? Anyway, his subordinates will follow him, and there will be reports at that time.

Jester sat blankly opposite West, holding wine glasses in their hands, with nonsense. Yi Chen warned Jester that since West was an elder who was as close as a father, Jester must treat others according to the manners he treated Olde's father. Of course, this is also an opportunity to let West find out the news from Jester, otherwise why would Yi Chen go to lunch break?

"Well, Mr. Jester, are you German?"

Jester nodded coldly, pulled a yawn without hesitation, and then regardless of West's elder status, he drew out a piece of marijuana and sucked it slowly.

West looked at Jester in the illusion of marijuana with interest and whispered: "God would not be happy that his lambs would take drugs. Drugs are like prostitutes, all the cancers of society."

Jester said viciously: "God? God himself lets him get pregnant before marriage, what a shit thing? Come on, damn God, I'm not interested in him."

West opened his mouth wide and asked carefully: "You... don't believe in God? God, you are such a weirdo. Yes, Mr. Jester, you are a weirdo."

Jest was immersed in his own state of pleasure, floating all over, and his brain moaned slightly bloodily: "Oh, God? God, forgive me, but you are really a bitch... I would rather believe in Satan, oh, Satan, Satan, the omnipotent Satan, the omnipresent Satan, umbrella, give me a beauty... The witch? Hehehehehehehehehehehe... The witch is better, she must know how to please men better than an angel."

West nervously searched the name Jester in his mind. He could hear that Jester was not the kind of person who smoked drugs and shouted these words when he was dizzy. He was real and had such a slight sense of disgust towards God.

"Jest Douglas...Jest Shackles? Oh my God, he is the Inquisition that betrayed the Holy See, and prepares the deacon... God, he, he, he... What a magical thing. This Jester, he is that person? How did his appearance become like this? Ah, the energy of the 'God-Defying Cross' is replenishing? This fool actually took the liberty to borrow the power of Lord Satan?...Is this your power to send him to me?...I am a damn pig, not a noble vampire. Vampires dare not make such mistakes. I should have thought of the name Jester long ago... He was a stolen person at that time."

West smiled and stretched out his hand to Jester: "Praise Satan, my Lord is omnipotent."

Jester rolled his eyes, drank the last bite of whiskey, and stretched out his hands, and fell down halfway. Then, his head tilted and he fell asleep, and happened to form a pair with Off, who was napping beside him.

West rubbed his hands excitedly, searched in the room for a long time, and finally found the paper and pen, leaving a note quickly. It was nothing more than the ancient castle he visited, and he was busy solving the whole problem. He hoped that Yi Chen and the others would take good care of Aofu... and other nonsense.

Shortly after the old blood-sucking bat rushed downstairs, Yi Chen appeared at the door with a strange smile. Looking at the sleeping Off and the sleeping Jester, Yi Chen stroked his chin: "Is this move the right way? Well... In case of prevention, Jester will let him join the dark controversy group. Anyway, God will not forgive him anymore. I... For safety reasons, I'd better be my gang leader honestly."—

It was another dark night. In a sea area in southern England, two small submarines sneaked into the coast. Twelve black shadows crawled out of the submarine, and then almost ran directly to the shore on the water. About a minute after they got ashore, the incompetent British soldiers discovered these twelve figures.

A soldier aimed directly at a black shadow with a stockless carbine that failed to shoot in the UK, but the non-commissioned officers around him stopped him. According to the above instructions, if there was no large team of hundreds of people, it was strictly forbidden to make any noise. The non-commissioned officer was even sworn: "Wait the toilet for me when I go back. Damn, do you want our credit to be ruined?"

Twelve black shadows patrolled back and forth on the vast beach, then laughed and made a loud noise on purpose.

The more than 30 British soldiers ambushed nearby were really depressed. They moved but did not dare to move. Seeing these black shadows shouting loudly in Japanese, they felt really angry. However, there were orders on them, and they did not dare to violate them.

The twelve black shadows deliberately made fun of each other for a while, and found that there was no movement. They greeted each other with satisfaction, and then made a shrill whistle. The two miniature submarines immediately retreated and dived into the water.

The black shadows continued to wander around for a while, discussed with each other, divided into four groups and spread out, leaving the beach.

A British officer had a sore waist, crawled up from the thin sand, and cursed in a low voice: "What do these damn Japanese people want to do? Are the pioneers who explore the way? It seems that they are coming? They have to report it, otherwise the officials above will let me squat in a black house."

M was the first to get the news. She pondered for a while, regardless of the late night, and used her privileges to force a secret cabinet meeting, regardless of the fact that several bosses were awakened directly by her agents in the bed.

Looking at the sleepy Prime Minister, Minister of Defense and other ministers, and then looking at the leaders of several other intelligence departments who belonged to his colleagues from the perspective of the external unified attitude, M threw a stack of photos on the table: "Gentlemen, look, the situation is not optimistic."

The Prime Minister, who had been grim in the Middle East four years ago, finally struggled out of the palm of Sandman's hand, picked up the photo casually, flipped it, and threw it away casually: "Oh, a few black shadows, no value? Are they? Gentlemen..."

The Minister of Defense, who was born in a military family and was also a retired general, took the photo and asked a little hesitantly: "Small submarine? Hum? Smuggling people? Is there anything important? M? Just for these people, do you force us to hold a meeting with almost orders? It's two o'clock in the morning, ma'am..."

M said without hesitation: "I want to understand why the underworld leaders in London, in some cases, performed more skillfully than some of our government officials... They have a sense of crisis. Gentlemen, they know that a large organization is going to invade their interests, so those poor people launched an attack, but unfortunately they failed... But you, the rulers of our British Empire, have not found anything."

The Prime Minister frowned and gently tapped the table: "Madam, pay attention to your words, thank you..."

M smiled helplessly: "Twelve people, they used two submarines to penetrate into our coast, near that coast. I remember that last time I had asked Minister Hu'en for a brigade soldiers to garrison. This is the information they sent back."

The first reaction of the incompetent Prime Minister was: "Hun, are you crazy? Use a brigade of troops to garrison a short section of the coastline to catch smugglers? I finally understand why the defense budget always exceeds the standard, and what is the reason why you always say that there is not enough money."

Several ministers laughed and made a soft voice, so that they would not cause Hun to react too much, but it would make him laugh awkwardly.

Hu En suddenly untied the opening of his shirt and pulled out his tie: "M, give me an explanation. Yes, last time you reported that the Japanese Yamaguchi Group might carry out some illegal acts on our land. So, I have provided you with enough manpower. What else do you want to do? Mr. Prime Minister, I asked your opinion last time and you agreed."

The Prime Minister blinked his eyes and seemed to have such impressions. Yes, then he blamed Hu En wrongly. In any case, Hu En is a loyal dog and needs to comfort him. He smiled: "I haven't forgotten, Hu En, I was joking just now... A brigade's troops will definitely not be able to catch smugglers. I hope you don't care about my tone."

Hu En nodded with satisfaction and turned his eyes to M.

M's palms spread out: "Well, I think, this is not like a smuggling, but an invasion, gentlemen, a civil, large-scale, and powerful destructive aggression."

The Prime Minister was a little nervous: "How many of them have?"

Based on Yi Chen's guess, M added his own judgment and said: "About 2,000 people, sir, no more than 2,500 people at most."

The Prime Minister obviously relaxed: "Then, it doesn't matter. A brigade soldier can kill them... Gentlemen, if there is nothing 'special' important thing, we might ..."

M looked at the idiot-like prime minister a little annoyed: "Sir, please listen to my explanation. They are not ordinary people, they..."

The Prime Minister said righteously: "Mrs. M, you are the director of MI6, so these things should be handled by you. Your power does not lie in finding a reason to gather all the cabinet members at will... Next time, I will not allow such a thing to happen again. Two thousand smugglers are just terrorists. Even if they are terrorists, I will give you another brigade of troops, and you should be able to kill them... Although such large-scale smuggling does not take us seriously, it is not worth fighting. Do I need me to dispatch the air force and aircraft carriers?"

"Ha, I remember, a small fleet also went to the port of France, didn't you? What else do you need? Madam?"

"That's it, you should be satisfied... Japanese? They are Japanese. You said last time, then, I will find some time to express a little bit of indignation to them in a more tactful way... That's it. Okay, let's go."

M watched the big figures hurriedly walk out helplessly, and she angrily knocked on the table: "You idiots, have you ever seen smuggling with military mini-submarines as vanguard sentry? This is invasion... damn it."

M smiled bitterly and said, "What can I do? Yes, I am just the director of MI6. My power is limited to everything I do now... What else can I do? Great Britain, I have tried my best to forgive me."

Yes, no matter what, there are only two thousand people, do you need to make a fuss? There are hundreds of thousands of illegal workers in the UK now. I have never seen them rushing to the streets and besieging Downing Street to demand minimum wage guarantee-

It was still the same beach, under the water, inhuman things were swaying lightly. They looked roughly like humans, but their bodies were just a bunch of white light and mist. They came to pursue the strongest Yuanyang energy. Unfortunately, the twelve Japanese ninjas were all good players in the family. Compared with ordinary people, their yang energy was much stronger, so they deeply attracted the fierce souls and spirits of these Beim Mountain Ghost Kings.

It was very slow, but under the water, stiff and inflexible bodies slowly walked over, moving very slowly, but they walked very fast, but they didn't bring any abnormal ripples. Everything was so weird.

A British soldier staring at the sea trembled all over, feeling that the cross on his chest, which had been blessed by a certain priest, burned it quickly, and found that it was a little dull and looked uncomfortable in gray. He couldn't help but curse: "Damn the church, do you also cheat money? This is not pure silver..."

These British soldiers did not notice the deep dead energy that was filled with air that was originally supposed to appear in the ancient cemetery. It was this strong dead energy that made the cross react. Unfortunately, the holy power attached to the cross was too weak, and it was melted after a little warning...

In a small city nearby, Tian Leizi was changing with seven beast spirits, and the 'people's' who were full of demonic energy stood stupidly at the entrance of a church, looking at the cross on the main entrance of the church, muttering: "His grandma, this kid is unbearable, he is a foreign god, right? Why are he doing so miserable? He was nailed to death by someone. This, the game is too much fun."

I wonder if Jesus has a spirit, will he vomit blood when he hears the feelings of Thunder Son?

Several blue light flashed by, and an old Taoist with thin body and blue light flashed with his eyes appeared with a few middle-aged Taoist priests. He smiled and said, "Fellow Taoist Tianleizi is really interested. Hey, is this their god? It's strange and strange. He doesn't wear clothes and is nailed to the cross. Well, I claim to have a lot of reading books, but I have never seen such a embarrassed god... It's strange and strange, fellow Taoist, why don't we take him back and show him to the fellow Taoists who stay on the mountain? "

Tian Leizi nodded repeatedly: "Shui Zhenren is right, just do it." He raised his hand, and a silver light flashed, and the entire cross broke from the root and fell down. Shui Zhenren leaned his hand, and a small silk bag flew out and sucked it in. Then the silk bag flew back into his hand, and the size did not seem to be much larger... The two looked at each other and smiled, and the light flashed and lost trace...

A child's voice suddenly came from a nearby house: "Oh my God, if I told my father, he would definitely not believe it, but I swear, I must have seen the angel..."
Chapter completed!