Chapter 344 The Situation Is Out of Control

However, faced with the doubts of other prostitutes, this sister with an indescribably sweet smile just smiled lightly and said:

"But what if we join another huge parade?"

"I happened to hear that the victims of the fire in the South Bank Industrial Park today are also planning to hold a march. Maybe we can take the opportunity to join in and use the power of the march to publicize our demands."

"There are still many people who don't know about the dismemberment in Whitechapel... We must let Londoners know the horror we are suffering and the danger we are about to suffer.

“There are still many new-age women who are eager for an opportunity to shine... We can become their pawns, they gain a good reputation for sympathizing with disadvantaged women, and we also get a safe living environment... This is killing two birds with one stone. It’s a good thing, I believe there are many ambitious ladies waiting for this rare opportunity!”

Under the constant guidance of this sister with a charming smile, this group of ladies who had been living in the shadow of the bottom of society and lived in a daze did not have the ability to clearly distinguish, and easily believed in this person who they all believed in. Sisters who can’t remember when they joined.

Some kind of indescribable spark of passion rekindled in their decayed hearts, as if they had returned to the period of youth and ignorance before they were deceived by the heartless man, and the passionate enthusiasm unique to young people bloomed in their hearts.

This group of prostitutes who are dedicated to fighting for the future of women's rights put on their cleanest and most decent dresses. With the help of the sisters with charming smiles, they put on simple and dignified makeup, and stepped on their small leather shoes with low feet, as if they were stepping on Join the mighty parade with powerful war dance steps and waving touching slogans.

In addition to the victims of the South Bank Industrial Area and the potential victims of the Whitechapel Evisceration in the East End, there is another team that is quietly joining the growing parade - they are all devastated by the war. Veteran soldiers, they were once heroes who fought for their country, but now they are disabled people and useless people who are ignored by others!

They came from all the brigades, regiments, battalions, companies, platoons and squads in the army. They didn't know each other completely before the official parade was held. There was just a certain enthusiastic comrade who was responsible for contacting and gathering them, and he was very considerate for this group of tragic disabled people. The useless people prepared placards and banners, advising them that they should unite, blend into today's parade, and march towards the city center, just like when we launched a general attack on the enemy camp... We must take back what we deserve Honor and get back the pensions we deserve! ! !

If this damn corrupt government is still unwilling to return honor and money to us heroes who sacrificed their lives for the country, then... we will snatch our honor back with our own hands! ! !

Compared with the excited and enthusiastic marchers around them, the veterans who staggered among the parade seemed relatively silent.

But their breathing was unusually rapid, their eyes were red and bloodshot due to drinking strong alcohol, their chests were undulating violently with terrible demands, and the cold firearms in their arms seemed to become hot to the touch.

Although the goals of their appeals are not the same, the targets of their accusations are actually the same - the inactive government, the corrupt bureaucratic aristocratic class, and the British Empire that faintly reveals its corrupt nature.

With the complete gathering of the three parties, the parade became larger and larger, even attracting many people who were either hot-blooded, brainless or with ulterior motives along the way - now the number of people in the parade had expanded to several thousand. many! ! !

And there are a steady stream of citizens joining this carnival!

The esoteric cultists who have been hiding in the shadows have also noticed this procession with great potential. In their view, this is simply a sacrificial performance that comes to their door!

Just add a little excitement, a trembling breath, and sporadic rising heat, and you can turn this parade into a sacrifice dedicated to their worship of Si Chen! ! !

Such changes, such resistance, such passion, this is simply a grand carnival Tantric ceremony! ! !

When the agents of the Anti-Suppression Bureau discovered this majestic procession with many cultists hidden in it, it was already too late. They sent emergency warning messages to the bureau one after another.

But at the same time, they couldn't help but wonder why their colleagues in the South Bank Industrial Area and Whitechapel area failed to detect the signs of chaos in time and report it to the bureau before the demonstrations intensified. !

However, the several secret agents of the Anti-Suppression Bureau who were able to answer their question were no longer able to speak out to defend themselves - they lay in a pool of blood with their eyes open, their turbid gray eyes reflecting the hideous monster with protruding bone horns!

The belated police officers were unable to stop this huge team, but they still raised their vine shields tremblingly to block the door of the House of Lords, trying to defend the government's remaining dignity.

Under the influence of many people with evil intentions, what should be a peaceful demonstration has taken an irredeemable detour.

The atmosphere at the scene became increasingly tense. The police officers holding up their shields were sweating nervously, and the protesters were roaring at the top of their lungs.

boom--

A gunshot inevitably erupted from the noisy crowd, as if the trigger of the flare gun that started the chaos was pulled.

The crowd screamed and fled in panic, and the situation was completely out of control.

The prostitute who just wanted a safe living environment could not walk because her skirt was too long. She was pushed to the ground and could only scream for help in fear. Some ragged guys looked at the woman with clean dress and simple makeup on the ground. Some indescribable evil of human nature surged in their hearts, and they stepped on her mercilessly one by one until the woman was completely silent in her wailing and crying.

And bullets full of hatred and anger continued to be fired from the crowded crowd, shooting at the magnificent white and gorgeous buildings in front of them, and at the police officers who were willing to be the lackeys of the nobles... Chaos and fear dyed the ground in front of the House of Lords red with the slowly flowing blood, seeping into the gaps between every brick and stone, and seeping into the depths of the land of Great Britain.

The masked cultists who had achieved their goal smiled strangely and hid in the crowd and quietly left the scene, but the next second they sensed the terrifying atmosphere of the blade in the air. They looked back in shock and saw that seven people in the chaotic crowd were swimming against the current, chanting the hymn of ancient war loudly, and then they imitated the great and invulnerable god, smashing the tools in their hands with a punch, and praying for the power of barbaric resistance and change.

The sound of the ancient and exciting war song and drum directly pierced into the heads of the secret cultists who wanted to escape. Their muscles trembled, their eyes turned red like blood in an instant, and the uncontrollable fighting spirit roared in their chests! ! !

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! This is in front of the House of Lords!!! Are these lunatics going to die?!!!"

"He, fuck... these lunatics actually released the blade power that caused the dispute on us!"

"Ah - I can't stand it!!!" The out-of-control cultist suddenly grabbed the mortal who was fleeing in front of him, pulled out the blade he carried with him and stabbed it into the chest of the person in front of him.

The blade was pulled out with a "whoosh", and the hot blood splashed on the man's face, which seemed to extinguish his inner anxiety.

"Oh, now I feel relieved."

John Watson opened his eyes in a daze, and what he saw was a ball of pink minced meat mixed with bone fragments like powder, as if someone was torn to pieces and crushed alive.