Chapter 3013: With a Word

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The Queen is dead.

No matter the palace guards, members of the royal family, the military police who rushed over, or the Eight Departments of Yingqing, they couldn't believe the bloody news.

The queen who has been a powerful figure in England for fifty years was actually killed on her own territory. How is this possible?

You must know that the title of Queen not only represents a prominent status, but also represents a talisman, and also represents the face of the royal family and Britain.

It is equivalent to an invisible death-free gold medal.

No matter how many bad things the queen has done or how many people she has killed, her status shows that there will be no threat to her life, and at most she will be subject to international trial.

And the evidence must be conclusive, otherwise the Queen will stay out of it at any time.

Therefore, in recent years, although many forces did not like what the Queen did, they did not dare to openly challenge her, let alone take action against the Queen.

They all know that the Queen is unshakable, and they also know that the royal alliance is united to the outside world, so they can only complain in secret.

Now, such a highly respected and world-famous Optimus Pillar was cut in half by someone who broke into the palace with a knife.

How do the British elites accept this?

"Who is it? Who killed His Majesty, whom all people love?"

"Blood debt must be repaid with blood. No matter who killed His Majesty, we will make him pay the price."

"If they kill a hundred of us, we will kill a thousand or ten thousand of them. We must let His Majesty rest in peace."

"Let the Yingqing Eighth Office turn around, turn up the state machine, crush, crush, all enemies."

In the early morning, members of the royal family, senior government officials, and eight people from England gathered in the multi-functional conference room of the British Palace. More than fifty people were all excited.

These people are old and young, short and fat, gentlemen and foul-mouthed. They seem to have different qualities, but they almost represent the entire British pyramid.

Looking at the photos flashing on the screen and the black smoke that had not dispersed outside the window, more than fifty people wanted to find out the murderer's body.

"boom--"

Just when everyone was guessing who the murderer was, the door was pushed open again, and a short, fat old British man walked in with a haggard Reid.

The short, fat old man was about sixty years old. He was bald, missing fingers, and had scars on his ears. His appearance was rough, but he exuded a sense of coercion.

"Hello, Prime Minister!"

Seeing the pudgy old man appear, more than fifty people stopped making noise, dispersed their grief and anger, and all stood up and shouted, with indescribable respect on their faces.

Although they were all taller than the pudgy old man, they couldn't help but look up.

Megill.

An iron-blooded but resourceful leader, in people's eyes, he is as great as the Queen.

The short and fat old man nodded and waved to everyone: "Hello everyone, sit down."

More than fifty people were about to take their seats when they saw the haggard Red behind him, with a face full of shock: "Red? Are you not dead? Are you still alive?"

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the wet Red, and they didn't seem to think that the Queen's loyal minister was still alive. After all, Red's world was the Queen.

The queen was dead, and even if he hadn't died on the spot, he would have committed suicide to accompany her, so everyone was surprised to see him appear.

One person recalled shouting: "Red, you are not dead, then do you know who killed the queen?"

"I should have died long ago. I want to die too. I want to see His Majesty as soon as possible."

Reid knelt down with a plop, his old face showing indescribable pain: "But for the sake of the royal family, I can only endure the humiliation and bear the burden and survive."

Everyone in the conference room frowned slightly, and then shouted impatiently:

"What about enduring humiliation?"

"What on earth are you talking about?"

"Tell us directly, who is the murderer?"

Now everyone is only interested in the murderer.

"It was Ye Tianlong who killed the queen."

The short and fat man waved his hand to silence everyone, and then spoke with dignity: "He broke into the palace with the holy woman of the Snake Kingdom and the robot of the Bai Kingdom and started killing."

"Three ninth-grades join forces to attack. Apart from the tenth-grade masters, only the army can compete with them."

"So although the royal guards fought hard last night, their strength was too far away from Ye Tianlong and the others, and in the end they were unable to protect Her Majesty the Queen."

Megier sighed: "You know how powerful the three ninth-grades are, so it was a pity to have a battle last night, but the British warriors really tried their best."

Hearing these words, the whole place became silent subconsciously, and many people had surprise on their faces. They didn't expect that Ye Tianlong had entered the palace.

And they are three ninth-grade masters.

This makes them become dignified invisibly. A ninth-grade master can walk sideways in the world, and three ninth-grade masters are even more difficult to fight against.

However, after a moment of silence, more than 50 people still burst out with negative emotions, each with murderous intent:

"Damn Ye Tianlong, the ninth rank is so awesome, isn't it? Can the ninth rank be lawless?"

"There are so many guards and the agencies are so dense. Even if Ye Tianlong is at the ninth level, he can't break in easily?"

"No matter what, we must retaliate, severely and cruelly, and pay with blood."

"Please Prime Minister, please summon the elite. Ye Tianlong must not be allowed to leave England safely, otherwise it will be a shame for the whole of England."

It’s not the big hawks who are clamoring.

Their fragile self-esteem and dignity that the sun never sets cannot accept losing to Ye Tianlong at all.

On the other hand, some high-ranking elders secretly shook their heads. It was really easy to kill the ninth-grade master. They would not have been killed in a river of blood last night.

"Prime Minister, how do you know it was Ye Tianlong and the others who did it?"

A British woman suddenly said: "We checked the video and the wound, but we didn't find any clues. How did you know?"

"Don't get me wrong, sir. We are not worried that you will be plotted against and cause a conflict between us and Ye Tianlong. We just want to clarify things."

She added: "After all, only the real murderer is meaningful to us."

Megil remained calm: "I know it was Ye Tianlong because Red is a witness."

"Or to put it this way, Ye Tianlong was worried that we didn't know it was him, so he kept Red alive and told us."

He added: "Red can tell you the whole story."

More than 50 people looked at Red.

"I saw His Majesty being killed by Ye Tianlong last night. I rushed up to fight with Ye Tianlong, but he just knocked me to the ground."

"I wanted to commit suicide, but he wouldn't let me die."

Reid's voice trembled: "He also threatened me that if I dared to commit suicide, he would kill all the royal children and leave the Wang family without any blood."

"In order to stay with the royal family, I can only live in humiliation and obey his orders to survive..."

He was very sad. He couldn't even control his death. It was too aggrieved.

The woman of Yingqing Bachu shouted: "Why did he let you stay?"

"Ye Tianlong didn't kill me, he wanted me to bring you a message..."

Reid squeezed out a sentence with difficulty: "Either give him 100 billion to fight the final battle, or he will massacre the whole of England..."