C2127 a painting that was born out of nowhere (1/2)

had to get famous quickly, and his reputation was even more important. The more fans he could get on this trip to Europe, the more beneficial it would be for their negotiations.

Even Benjamin was no exception. Although he was the Prime Minister of the British Empire, and the tiny Hua Clan was like a baby to him, he had his own weaknesses, and also had powers that he did not dare offend.

He could not afford to offend the royal family. He also had a headache from the opposition party. Even more frightening to him was the public opinion. Whether or not the people liked him would directly determine whether or not he still had power.

Xiao Letian could only rely on two assistants to deal with Benjamin in the whole of Europe and the politicians that were against him. One was the enemy of the enemy, the opposition parties and the second was the public opinion, which was basically the number of fans.

Not only were they celebrating, they were all tools for Xiao Letian to gather fans.

Today was the same, as 400 thousand people were gathered on the streets because of Xiao Letian's Eastern China Clan's series of reports. It was the continuous and in-depth promotion of China's propaganda and diplomatic mission that attracted so many people to gather here.

Is that all you can do for publicity? Of course not, Xiao Letian had countless of backup plans. He had long foreseen today's explosive situation, and had even guessed that it would be chaotic.

”This chaos is caused by the Führer, and it will eventually be quelled by the Führer, citizens of London! Tremble in the wind from China... ”

Leo shouted from the clock tower like a nervous poet, the guard behind him pulling out the signal fireworks with a wry smile.

Whoosh … ”Pa …” ”Pa …”

A few muffled explosions sounded out in the sky, and many people on the street subconsciously raised their heads to look up at the sky, ”What's going on?” Where do we set off fireworks? ”

”Nonsense, what are you doing setting off fireworks in the middle of the day?” ”Could it be that someone has fired a shot …”

”Impossible, there are so many policemen and soldiers guarding this place, who would dare to shoot?” ”I don't want to live anymore …”

While the crowd was still in the midst of their discussion, another signal, from a building four or five hundred meters away from Westminster Abbey, exploded in mid-air.

Very soon, half of the City of London's signal points had received orders, and figures began to appear on the roofs of the countless buildings one by one. These people carried long steps, and quickly stood on the eaves of the houses along the streets.

”Look, there's someone on the roof …” It's quite a lot! ”

People were pointing their fingers in the air, and at that moment, the London police also noticed the uninvited guests. ”Come down!” What do you do? ”Come down quickly...”

It was a rare occurrence. The police never thought that there would be a group of people on the roof. All the security had neglected this place.

These were all employed by the Chinese Foundation, and they were a group of experienced spies. The ones raised on high salaries were all veterans who had retired from the army and were now criminals who had run for their lives.

These people weren't afraid of the police in London at all. They smiled contemptuously as they lowered their heads and untied the ropes that bound them. Their long steps were over forty meters long.

There were more than one scrolls. There were countless scrolls. Basically, on both sides of each street were buildings that were lined with people who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.