In the eyes of some people, the so-called politics is to mobilize all available resources.
In the political arena, to put it bluntly, it means to gain more capital for oneself in the upper class society, to obtain a higher status, and to seize the hot power.
And show yourself in front of people all over the world what a great, glorious, noble and perfect person you are.
In order to achieve such a goal, some politicians will desperately explore all the resources they can use, tangible and intangible.
These resources can be people, things, money, beauty, anything, as long as they are liked by the world. , reverence, and fear are all they need.
Of course, a marquis, a marquis from an ancient and noble family, and an extremely wealthy marquis.
What is especially important is a single marquis who can hire a private bodyguard group of 300 people.
This is such a resource.
Unfortunately, Mr.
Dai Le, a tall and handsome politician with a dignified but polite manner and a penetrating gaze, is the above-mentioned kind of person who will do anything to achieve higher power.
No matter how glorious and noble a person looks on the outside, who can tell what he is like on the inside?
Otherwise, why would the Chinese sigh: "It is difficult to paint the bones of a dragon or a tiger."
Therefore, since the Marquis de Baigard entered the social circle of Paris and spent three million US dollars on a dinner party, it was difficult for Mr.
Dai Le not to pay attention to him.
Especially when some gossip reached his ears.
In fact, it's not important news.
It's just that several big shots have a good impression of Baijiade, and he also intends to develop in Paris.
Mr.
Dai Le is really very happy.
If he can reach some kind of intimate relationship with Bai Jiade, then wouldn't he have more chips on hand?
But what does Bai Jiade like?
What kind of person is he?
Are there any weaknesses that you can control?
Baigard did what wealthy people often do and donated $1 million to a local scientific institute.
Of course, donations are secret, but there are always various channels to leak these things to others intentionally or unintentionally.
The opportunity has come.
At a lunch party, Dai Le approached Bai Jiade with two glasses of wine and handed him one.
Bai Jiade was flattered and quickly took it, clinked the glasses with Dai Le gently and drank the two drinks.
Dai Le said with a smile: "As a French citizen, I would like to express my gratitude to Mr.
Marquis for his contribution to our French scientific research...
Does Mr.
Marquis have any plans?"
Bai Jiade said lazily: "Oh, there is no special plan.
Anyway, life is full of different pleasures.
Some people like to chase money, some people chase fame and fortune, some people like power, and I basically got all the above things...
I like something a little special, a little bit special, like, a stunning beauty from the Middle East.”
Dai Le laughed: "Are you kidding?
You are so young, don't you have any greater ambitions?
Well, maybe you can consider developing in France."
Baijiade shrugged his shoulders: "I'm not a real French, who will take me seriously?
No, France is a romantic country, but like the UK, it is not a country that welcomes foreigners.
Any rich foreigner will You can enter the French social circle, but you can never integrate into him, that’s right.”
Ellensa sneaked closer and said softly to Dai Le: "Father, I am taking my brother back first."
There was a spark of passion in Bai Jiade's beautiful big eyes.
Dai Le saw it, but as any simple and loyal elder would show, he pretended not to see anything. . .
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Yi Chen and Feili went to the bedroom for a lunch break.
Aofu had already resigned from his job under the auspices of Yi Chen and West, and was ready to follow Yi Chen to London.
At this moment, this cute big dog was sitting on a single sofa, then dozing off with his head heavy and heavy.
When Phil Gore went to admire the street scene in Manchester, he actually went to get information about the local underworld and see if there was anything that could be exploited.
West knew this very well, but what did he have?
The reason needs to be pointed out.
Anyway, his subordinates are following behind, and there will be a report when the time comes.
Jester sat across from West in a daze, and the two of them were holding wine glasses in their hands, talking nonsense.
Yi Chen had warned Jester that since West was an elder who was as close as his father as Aof claimed, Jester must treat others according to the etiquette he treated Aof's father.
Of course, this also creates an opportunity for West to pry out information from Jester, otherwise why would Yi Chen take a lunch break?
"Well, Mr.
Jester, you are German" Jester nodded coldly, yawned unceremoniously, and then regardless of West's status as an elder, he pulled out a joint and started smoking it slowly.
West watched with great interest as Jester was immersed in the fantasy of marijuana, and said softly: "God will not be happy for his lamb to take drugs.
Drugs, like drugs, are cancers of society."
Jester said viciously: "God, God, makes people get pregnant out of wedlock.
What kind of bullshit is that?
Damn God, I'm not interested in him."
West opened his mouth wide and asked cautiously: "You... don't believe in God, you are really a weirdo, yes, Mr.
Jester, you are a weirdo."
Jester was immersed in his own state of joy, his whole body was floating, his brain was slightly congested and he moaned: "Oh, God, God, forgive me, but you are really a son of a bitch...
I would rather believe in Satan, oh, Satan , Satan, omnipotent Satan, um, give me a beautiful woman...
The witch is better, she must know how to please men better than the angels.
West nervously searched for the name Jester in his mind.
He could tell that Jester was not the kind of person who smoked drugs and yelled these words when his head was dizzy.
He was real and had such a deep understanding of God.
A hint of disgust.
"Jester Douglas...Jester Shacklebolt Family God, he is the one who betrayed the Inquisition of the Holy See, the Preparatory Deacon...God, he, he, he...how amazing What's the matter?
This Jester, he is actually that person.
How did his appearance become like this?
Haha, it's a heaven-defying cross.
This fool took the liberty of borrowing the power of Lord Satan...
Is it your power to send him to me?
I am a damn pig, not a noble vampire.
This is a mistake, I should have thought of Jester at that time."
West smiled and stretched out his hand to Jester: "Praise Satan, my Lord Almighty."
Jester rolled his eyes, drank the last sip of whiskey, stretched out his hand unsteadily, and dropped it halfway.
Then, he tilted his head and fell asleep, just in time to meet Ao Fu who was napping next to him.
A pair.
West rubbed his hands excitedly, searched for a long time in the room, finally found a pen and paper, and quickly left a note.
It was simply that there was new news about the castle he was visiting, and he was busy solving it.
Regarding the whole issue, I hope Yi Chen and the others take good care of Aofu. . .
Such nonsense.
Not long after the old vampire bat rushed downstairs, Yi Chen appeared at the door of the room with a strange smile.
Looking at the sleeping Aof and the comatose Jester, Yi Chen stroked his chin: "This move Is this the right thing to do?
Just as a precaution, Jester will let him join the Dark Council.
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God won’t forgive him anyway.
For the sake of safety, I’ll just be honest.
The leader of the underworld is the best."
It was another dark night in a sea area in southern England.
Two small submarines sneaked close to the coast.
Twelve black shadows crawled out of the submarine, and then almost ran directly to the shore on the water.
It was about a minute after they landed that the incompetent British soldiers discovered these twelve figures.
A soldier directly aimed at a black figure with a British buttless carbine that failed to fire, but the non-commissioned officer next to him stopped him.
According to what was explained above, it is strictly forbidden to make any movement without a large team of hundreds of people.
The sergeant even swore: "Clean the toilet for me when you get back.
Damn it, do you want our achievements to be wasted?"
Twelve black shadows patrolled back and forth on the vast beach, then laughed and deliberately made a loud noise.
The more than thirty British soldiers lying in ambush nearby were really depressed.
They didn't dare to move.
Seeing these black figures shouting loudly in Japanese, they felt really angry.
But there were orders from above, and they didn't dare to violate them.
The twelve black shadows deliberately acted strangely for a while, but found that there was no movement.
They greeted each other with satisfaction, and then issued a shrill whistle.
The two mini-submarines immediately retreated and dived into the water.
These shadows continued to wander around for a while, discussed with each other, divided into four groups and dispersed, leaving the beach.
A British officer hammered his sore waist, climbed up from the thin sand, and cursed in a low voice: "These damn Japanese, what do they want to do?
They are pioneers exploring the path.
It looks like they are coming."
I have to report it, otherwise the officials above will put me in a black house."
The first one to get the news, she pondered for a while, regardless of the fact that it was late at night, and used her privileges to force a secret cabinet meeting, regardless of the fact that several bosses were woken up directly in bed by her agents.
Looking at the sleepy Prime Minister, Minister of Defense and other ministers, and then at the heads of several other intelligence departments who were his colleagues from a unified perspective, he threw a stack of photos on the table: "Gentlemen, Look, the situation is not optimistic.”
The Prime Minister, who had been disgraced in the Middle East four years ago, finally struggled out of the Sandman's grasp, casually picked up the photo, flipped it over, and then threw it away casually: "Oh, a few black shadows. , not worth much, gentlemen.”
The Minister of Defense, who came from a military family and was a retired general himself, took the photo and asked hesitantly: "Small submarine, what's so important about smuggling people?
Just for these few people, you can force it on such a small thing."
It’s almost two o’clock in the morning for us to have a meeting, madam.”
He said unceremoniously: "I want to understand why the underworld leaders in London City, in some cases, perform better than some of our government officials...
They have a sense of crisis, gentlemen, they Knowing that a large organization was going to invade their interests, those poor people launched an attack, but unfortunately, you, the rulers of the British Empire, found nothing."
The Prime Minister frowned and tapped the table gently: "Madam, please pay attention to your words, thank you..."
He responded with a helpless smile: "Twelve people, they used two submarines to infiltrate into our coast.
Near that coast, I remember that last time I asked Mr.
Hu En for a brigade of soldiers to garrison.
This is The information they sent back.”
The incompetent Prime Minister's first reaction was: "Hu En, you are crazy to use a brigade of troops to station a small section of the coastline to catch stowaways.
I finally understand why the defense budget is always over the limit.
You always say that there is not enough money."
What’s the reason?”
Several ministers jeered, laughing softly, not enough to provoke Mrs.
Hu En's reaction, but enough to embarrass him.
Hu En fiercely unbuttoned his shirt and loosened his tie: "Give me an explanation.
Yes, last time you reported that the Japanese Yamaguchi-gumi might carry out some illegal acts on our land, then, I We have provided you with enough manpower.
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What else do you want to do?
Mr.
Prime Minister, I asked for your opinion last time and you agreed."
The Prime Minister blinked his eyes, and seemed to have such an impression, well, then he blamed Hu En wrongly.
In any case, Hu En is a loyal dog, and he needs to be comforted.
He smiled: "I have not forgotten, Hu En, I was joking just now...
It's absolutely impossible for a brigade of troops to catch illegal immigrants.
I hope you don't mind the tone of my words."
Hu En nodded with satisfaction and turned his gaze.
Two palms spread out: "Okay, I think this is not like a sneak crossing, but an invasion, gentlemen, a civilian, large-scale, and powerfully destructive act of aggression."
The Prime Minister became a little nervous: "How many people are there?"
Based on Yi Chen's guess, and then adding his own judgment, he 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 of soldiers can kill them...
Gentlemen, if there is nothing particularly important, we maybe should..."
He looked at the idiot-like Prime Minister with a little annoyance: "Sir, please listen to my explanation.
They are not ordinary people.
They..."
The Prime Minister said sternly: "Madam, you are the director of MI6, so these matters should be handled by you.
Your power does not lie in summoning all the cabinet members for any reason...
Next time , I will not allow this to happen again.
They are just human smugglers.
Even if they are terrorists, if I give you another brigade of troops, you should be able to kill them.
Although such large-scale smuggling is not worthy of our attention, it is not worth fighting. , do I need to dispatch the air force and aircraft carrier?"
"Ha, I remembered that a small fleet also went to the French port, didn't you need any other ladies?"
"That's it, you should be satisfied...
The Japanese are Japanese, you said last time, then I will find a time to express a little indignation to them in a more tactful way...
That's it.
Okay. , adjourned."
Helplessly watching the big shots hurried out, she banged the table angrily: "You idiots, have you ever seen a military mini-submarine used as a sentinel to smuggle people across the border?
This is an invasion...
Damn it."
Self-deprecating smile: "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 tried my best, forgive me."
Yes, in any case, there are only two thousand people.
Do you need to make such a fuss?
There are hundreds of thousands of illegal workers in the UK now.
I have never seen them rush to the streets and besiege Downing Street to demand minimum wage protection.
It was still the same beach.
Under the water, inhuman things were swaying lightly.
They generally looked like humans, but their bodies were just balls of pale white mist.
They came after the strongest Yang energy.
Unfortunately, the twelve Japanese ninjas were all good players in the family.
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Compared with ordinary people, their Yang energy was much stronger, so they were deeply attracted to these northern ninjas.
The evil spirits under the Ghost King of Mang Mountain are vicious.
Very slowly, still under the water, stiff, inflexible bodies came over slowly.
The movements were very slow, but they walked very fast, and they did not cause any abnormal ripples.
Everything It's all so weird.
A British soldier who was staring at the sea trembled all over.
He felt that the cross on his chest had been burned by a cross that had been blessed by a certain priest.
He quickly took out the silver cross and found that it was a little dull.
It was bare and gray and looked uncomfortable.
I couldn't help but curse: "Damn church, can you also cheat money?
This is pure silver..."
None of these British soldiers noticed the deep air of death that should only appear in ancient cemeteries.
It was this strong death energy that caused the cross to react.
Unfortunately, the holy power attached to the cross was too weak, and it was dissolved after a slight warning. . .
In a small city nearby, Tianleizi and seven beast-spirited people with demonic auras stood dumbly at the door of a church, looking at the cross on the main door of the church in wonder.
He muttered: "It's his grandma's fault.
He insists on having this baby.
Damn it.
He is a foreign god.
Why did he live in such a miserable life and was nailed?
This, this, this world has been played too much." point."
I wonder if Jesus has a spirit and would be so angry that he would vomit blood after hearing Tianleizi’s emotion.
Several rays of blue light flashed, and a skinny old Taoist with flashing blue eyes appeared with several middle-aged Taoist priests.
He said with a smile: "Fellow Taoist Tianleizi is really interested.
Hey, this is them What a weird god, all the clothes are He was nailed to the cross without any clothes on.
Well, I boasted that I was very well-read, but I have never seen such a miserable god.
How about we take him back and leave him here?
Fellow Taoists on the mountain, how about watching something strange?"
Tianleizi nodded repeatedly: "Master Shui is right, let's just do it."
He raised his hand, a silver light flashed, and the entire cross broke from its roots and fell down.
Shuizhen raised his hand, and a small silk sac flew out and sucked it in.
Then the silk sac flew back into his hand, and the size did not seem to be much larger. . .
The two looked at each other and smiled, then disappeared in the flash of light. . .
A child's voice suddenly came from a nearby house: "Oh my God, if I tell my father, he won't believe it, but I swear, I must have seen an angel
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