Chapter 618 The British Don’t Lie to the British (4)
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 618 The British Don't Lie to the British ([-])
The prime minister breathed hard, and it took a long time before he finally calmed down his frightened heart... slowly.
Fudge said nothing during this time,
He just stared at the dumbfounded prime minister with a bitter face.
He took out the wine glass and bottle again, and drank one by one.
Looking very sad and distressed.
"You have also seen... Mr. Prime Minister, this is what you are going to face. Do you think you can still rely on Muggle guards to keep you safe?"
"After being bitten and scratched by this thing, almost [-]% will become the same kind of monster. It will be converted into the late symptoms of this infectious curse within a quarter of an hour..."
The Prime Minister didn't speak, he murmured, "Zombies..."
Although his mood has calmed down, his thoughts are still immersed in the scene just now.
"Zombie!"
"how can that be!"
The prime minister's just surged ambitions were directly extinguished by this pot of cold water.
Then, as if he remembered something, he opened the report on the new infectious disease sent to him by the Minister of Health.
Attached above are the observations and summaries of experts on this new type of infectious disease.
...similar to influenza symptoms...
High fever, fever, weakness,
After that, there is an alternation of cold and heat, and the oxygen saturation in the blood drops sharply.
Finally, blindness... the patient's sanity is destroyed, and he falls into a state of mania...
Depending on the situation, this is not in the final stage...
But that wasn't the Prime Minister's focus, and he kept scanning the report quickly.
Until the end, as he expected, there was no casualty rate written on it...
In this report, there is no death of a single patient.
Without what Fauci just said, even the prime minister would be able to see that the conclusions of this report are full of problems. If the symptoms of the new virus are as severe as the report, why no one died.
But if you get in touch with what Fuji said...
These people put everything into critically ill patients, transferred away the real society, and used magic to modify the memories of doctors, nurses, and patients' family members (the Prime Minister already knew that wizards could do this), which made this report so strange.
The Prime Minister stared at Fudge with wide eyes. In fact, he had already begun to believe what the Minister of Magic said, just like four years ago...
But... a living corpse?
It's ridiculous, a thing in a movie, although the wizard is outrageous enough, but I didn't expect this thing to come out.
The prime minister knocked on the table subconsciously again, this time he just wanted to relieve the depression and depression in his heart, so as to think calmly.
"With all due respect, Mr. Fudge, the blockade of London . . . I can't do it . . . or no one else can."
"I know our citizens too well. If such an order is issued before the matter has fully unfolded, it will only drive them to leave London crazily..."
"I don't want to see something like a living corpse suddenly appear in a crowded train station, causing panic...and it will make this..."
The prime minister organized his vocabulary before he said it smoothly, "This contagious curse bombed London on a large scale and spread...
"Prime Minister, you still don't understand. We have already expected what you said. It is what we need to let the Muggles in London leave this kind of city as much as possible..."
"You!" The Prime Minister's eyes widened.
Fudge waved his hand wearily, "Sir, let me continue..."
"The infectious curse is different from the common disease you speak of."
"The common disease that you Muggles refer to...will infect people with each other, showing an exponential expansion, and the infectious curse I'm talking about is...the more people are infected with this curse, the stronger its magic power will be, and the more it will have the ability to infect each other..."
"What do you mean, what's the difference?" the Prime Minister asked puzzled.
"It means that this contagious curse is only in the first stage of the magic ritual. If it has not infected enough people, it will not develop into a frightening curse of the Black Death..."
Looking at the prime minister's confused expression, Fudge decided to put it another way.
"Now there are more than 3000 people infected by this curse in London, and there are nearly [-] critically ill patients."
"According to our Ministry of Magic who are proficient in curses... wizards, this curse is still in the first stage. It can only infect Muggles through some kind of medium, or the strange phenomenon produced by every magical ritual..."
"In other words, this terrible curse will only be infected in the city of London. This type of curse will not appear in other parts of the UK. As long as we reduce the number of people infected, the curse will only be maintained in the first stage... It will not spread outside of London..."
What Fudge said this time made the prime minister gradually understand.
"Yes, but do you know how many people there are in London? I can't empty the whole city of London..." the Prime Minister stammered.
"I know, so this is just the first step of the plan..."
Fudge waved his wand again, poured a glass of wine for the Prime Minister, and then said, "When the whole of London is completely blocked and there are no Muggles on the streets, the Ministry of Magic will not be subject to too many restrictions...to detect those hidden serious patients, to avoid further spread of the curse, and..."
Fudge paused, with a look of panic on his face, he said hesitantly, "Also... we must find the Dark Lord who can't even mention his name, and stop his magic ritual..."
As he said that, Fudge forced a few smiles on his face, "The only good news is that this action of the Dark Lord has offended most of the wizards in the world. No one wants a war between the wizarding world and Muggle society. Now, the Ministry of Magic of every country in the world will send Aurors to assist us in our search and deal with this guy..."
Although Fudge reassured the prime minister, he didn't even mention the wizard's name, just talking about his existence made him tremble all over,
This is really difficult for the Prime Minister to rest assured.
The Prime Minister picked up the wine glass again and drank the unknown alcoholic beverage inside.
He knew that he would not be able to give Fudge a satisfactory answer.
The suggestion I made just now was just a way for this guy to give himself a clear explanation.
But this kind of explanation...it's better not to listen...
Might as well let yourself think that this is a simple new infectious disease.
A curse that breaks out only in London,
Ha ha--
The prime minister thought sarcastically to himself, is this the British version of the siege?
There was silence between the Prime Minister and Fudge, and they both drank glasses of wine to dissolve their melancholy.
Jingle Bell.
The phone rang again, breaking the stalemate in the room.
The Prime Minister looked at Fudge.
Fudge raised his eyelids, nodded helplessly and weakly, and signaled the prime minister to pick it up by himself, and don't pay attention to him.
The Prime Minister sighed. He had originally meant to keep Fudge out of the way.
But he remembered that these wizards don't care at all, they run the rights of the so-called Muggle society,
Besides, this wizard will not find other people to leak secrets,
For example, like my chief secretary... that fellow Bernanke——
Find a reporter from SBC, make an appointment at the bus stop, accidentally drop a top-secret report, and then tell everyone that you don't know anything about it...
After understanding this, the Prime Minister could only helplessly answer the phone in front of Fudge.
At this moment, the Prime Minister hoped that...someone would come and inform him that he could leave No. 10 Downing Street, and a new Prime Minister had been elected.
Then he can ignore such a mess, and leave London with his wife and children directly, away from this dangerous place, and go to the United States, Japan, even the Soviet Union... Oh, by the way, it is now called Russia... Anyway, the farther away from this crappy place, the better.
Unfortunately, the news that came out of the handset was not like this.
"Sir, you have to turn on the TV and watch it now..." the voice of his chief secretary, Bernanke, came out.
In the prime minister's memory, this guy should have attended the human rights conference held at the United Nations with Senator Shimoki.
Originally, the Prime Minister didn't know why Bernanke insisted on running this time, but after Berna's reminder, he realized that this guy had already started to show affection to Shimoki...
But now... what's the matter with this guy?
The Prime Minister said rather impatiently, "Must it be now?"
"Yes, sir...must now, at the SBC..." Bernanke responded.
The Prime Minister reluctantly took out the remote control, turned on the TV in the office, and found the TV channel through the remote control according to Bernanke.
The anchor above was holding back a laugh, and said one thing——
"Bob, we have now received the latest news. I think every British citizen has the right to know this..."
(A hostile smile appeared on the host's face, he coughed, and deliberately put on a serious expression of 'pretending to be something'...
Several pictures of gorgeous banquets appeared on the TV screen in an instant, most of them were high-class people in suits and leather shoes, all of them were members of the XX country, important government officials, and of course the commander of the XX country... There are also some other countries, of course, including British parliamentarians, civil servants, and some high-level royal families...)
A bad intuition flashed through the prime minister's mind.
Sure enough, the two hosts on the TV severely mocked the gastrointestinal function of a certain commander in chief, and Senator Shimoki's sycophant skills.
(In order to unblock it, this section is omitted. For details, please refer to the beautiful state-owned "big news" around the 11th of a certain 10th)
"Hahaha... I hope our Senator Shimoki can enjoy this fresh taste..."
Snapped!
The prime minister turned off the TV blankly.
'Why should I call myself for this 'little thing'. '
The Prime Minister gloated and thought for a while, then suddenly understood.
Bernanke is completely betting on Shimoki. He wants to control the British media by himself, at least not to discredit Shimogi's image when the next prime minister is elected.
This guy!
Sure enough, after that, Bernanke talked about it on the phone,
He wants the Prime Minister to suppress the British tabloid media, and not to report this tasteful news too much, so as not to hurt the reputation of the royal family, as well as the good diplomatic relations between the UK and Country X...
Pooh!
Fudge severely spurned Bernanke in his heart.
"This damn guy, still wants to lie to himself..."
However, the Prime Minister did not directly attack, but said that he was pretending to think about it, and then Lian hung up the phone directly.
The Prime Minister looked up and saw Fudge looking at the TV screen with interest.
"Okay, where are we talking..." The Prime Minister was about to continue the topic with Fudge.
Maybe it's because of Bernanke's deceit, maybe it's because of the pressure that's coming in front of us but can't be shared or shared, or maybe it's because of the broken pot that he's about to step down...More likely, it's because of the influence of alcohol...
The outline of an idea gradually appeared in the prime minister's mind.
Although it is not clear yet, his intuition tells him that this is very beneficial to him, and this idea is very bad, which is comparable to... the "smoke" that is popular on the other side of the ocean now.
"By the way, Mr. Fudge, you want me to block London and let you wizards carry out certain activities..."
"It's a search and inspection... Don't worry, we will summon a thick fog to cover the whole of London, so that Muggles can't detect it..."
"Okay! If everything you say is true. I'll try to block London..."
"Really? I didn't have any hope at first, didn't you say you can't do it?"
"Of course I can't order the British to agree to the blockade of London...but I can make them voluntarily request the blockade of London...of course, with your cooperation..."
The prime minister was surprised to find that he had now given... a promise that he could not agree to before.
"However, Mr. Fudge, you have to ensure that everything you said just now is true, and that you have not deceived me or deliberately concealed anything..."
"Well, I can guarantee it!"
"You have to tell me—the British don't lie to the British!" The Prime Minister for some reason directly reversed Berner's catchphrase and applied it to Fudge.
"what?"
Fudge looked confused ((⊙﹏⊙)).
Delete that part and see if it can be released
(End of this chapter)
The prime minister breathed hard, and it took a long time before he finally calmed down his frightened heart... slowly.
Fudge said nothing during this time,
He just stared at the dumbfounded prime minister with a bitter face.
He took out the wine glass and bottle again, and drank one by one.
Looking very sad and distressed.
"You have also seen... Mr. Prime Minister, this is what you are going to face. Do you think you can still rely on Muggle guards to keep you safe?"
"After being bitten and scratched by this thing, almost [-]% will become the same kind of monster. It will be converted into the late symptoms of this infectious curse within a quarter of an hour..."
The Prime Minister didn't speak, he murmured, "Zombies..."
Although his mood has calmed down, his thoughts are still immersed in the scene just now.
"Zombie!"
"how can that be!"
The prime minister's just surged ambitions were directly extinguished by this pot of cold water.
Then, as if he remembered something, he opened the report on the new infectious disease sent to him by the Minister of Health.
Attached above are the observations and summaries of experts on this new type of infectious disease.
...similar to influenza symptoms...
High fever, fever, weakness,
After that, there is an alternation of cold and heat, and the oxygen saturation in the blood drops sharply.
Finally, blindness... the patient's sanity is destroyed, and he falls into a state of mania...
Depending on the situation, this is not in the final stage...
But that wasn't the Prime Minister's focus, and he kept scanning the report quickly.
Until the end, as he expected, there was no casualty rate written on it...
In this report, there is no death of a single patient.
Without what Fauci just said, even the prime minister would be able to see that the conclusions of this report are full of problems. If the symptoms of the new virus are as severe as the report, why no one died.
But if you get in touch with what Fuji said...
These people put everything into critically ill patients, transferred away the real society, and used magic to modify the memories of doctors, nurses, and patients' family members (the Prime Minister already knew that wizards could do this), which made this report so strange.
The Prime Minister stared at Fudge with wide eyes. In fact, he had already begun to believe what the Minister of Magic said, just like four years ago...
But... a living corpse?
It's ridiculous, a thing in a movie, although the wizard is outrageous enough, but I didn't expect this thing to come out.
The prime minister knocked on the table subconsciously again, this time he just wanted to relieve the depression and depression in his heart, so as to think calmly.
"With all due respect, Mr. Fudge, the blockade of London . . . I can't do it . . . or no one else can."
"I know our citizens too well. If such an order is issued before the matter has fully unfolded, it will only drive them to leave London crazily..."
"I don't want to see something like a living corpse suddenly appear in a crowded train station, causing panic...and it will make this..."
The prime minister organized his vocabulary before he said it smoothly, "This contagious curse bombed London on a large scale and spread...
"Prime Minister, you still don't understand. We have already expected what you said. It is what we need to let the Muggles in London leave this kind of city as much as possible..."
"You!" The Prime Minister's eyes widened.
Fudge waved his hand wearily, "Sir, let me continue..."
"The infectious curse is different from the common disease you speak of."
"The common disease that you Muggles refer to...will infect people with each other, showing an exponential expansion, and the infectious curse I'm talking about is...the more people are infected with this curse, the stronger its magic power will be, and the more it will have the ability to infect each other..."
"What do you mean, what's the difference?" the Prime Minister asked puzzled.
"It means that this contagious curse is only in the first stage of the magic ritual. If it has not infected enough people, it will not develop into a frightening curse of the Black Death..."
Looking at the prime minister's confused expression, Fudge decided to put it another way.
"Now there are more than 3000 people infected by this curse in London, and there are nearly [-] critically ill patients."
"According to our Ministry of Magic who are proficient in curses... wizards, this curse is still in the first stage. It can only infect Muggles through some kind of medium, or the strange phenomenon produced by every magical ritual..."
"In other words, this terrible curse will only be infected in the city of London. This type of curse will not appear in other parts of the UK. As long as we reduce the number of people infected, the curse will only be maintained in the first stage... It will not spread outside of London..."
What Fudge said this time made the prime minister gradually understand.
"Yes, but do you know how many people there are in London? I can't empty the whole city of London..." the Prime Minister stammered.
"I know, so this is just the first step of the plan..."
Fudge waved his wand again, poured a glass of wine for the Prime Minister, and then said, "When the whole of London is completely blocked and there are no Muggles on the streets, the Ministry of Magic will not be subject to too many restrictions...to detect those hidden serious patients, to avoid further spread of the curse, and..."
Fudge paused, with a look of panic on his face, he said hesitantly, "Also... we must find the Dark Lord who can't even mention his name, and stop his magic ritual..."
As he said that, Fudge forced a few smiles on his face, "The only good news is that this action of the Dark Lord has offended most of the wizards in the world. No one wants a war between the wizarding world and Muggle society. Now, the Ministry of Magic of every country in the world will send Aurors to assist us in our search and deal with this guy..."
Although Fudge reassured the prime minister, he didn't even mention the wizard's name, just talking about his existence made him tremble all over,
This is really difficult for the Prime Minister to rest assured.
The Prime Minister picked up the wine glass again and drank the unknown alcoholic beverage inside.
He knew that he would not be able to give Fudge a satisfactory answer.
The suggestion I made just now was just a way for this guy to give himself a clear explanation.
But this kind of explanation...it's better not to listen...
Might as well let yourself think that this is a simple new infectious disease.
A curse that breaks out only in London,
Ha ha--
The prime minister thought sarcastically to himself, is this the British version of the siege?
There was silence between the Prime Minister and Fudge, and they both drank glasses of wine to dissolve their melancholy.
Jingle Bell.
The phone rang again, breaking the stalemate in the room.
The Prime Minister looked at Fudge.
Fudge raised his eyelids, nodded helplessly and weakly, and signaled the prime minister to pick it up by himself, and don't pay attention to him.
The Prime Minister sighed. He had originally meant to keep Fudge out of the way.
But he remembered that these wizards don't care at all, they run the rights of the so-called Muggle society,
Besides, this wizard will not find other people to leak secrets,
For example, like my chief secretary... that fellow Bernanke——
Find a reporter from SBC, make an appointment at the bus stop, accidentally drop a top-secret report, and then tell everyone that you don't know anything about it...
After understanding this, the Prime Minister could only helplessly answer the phone in front of Fudge.
At this moment, the Prime Minister hoped that...someone would come and inform him that he could leave No. 10 Downing Street, and a new Prime Minister had been elected.
Then he can ignore such a mess, and leave London with his wife and children directly, away from this dangerous place, and go to the United States, Japan, even the Soviet Union... Oh, by the way, it is now called Russia... Anyway, the farther away from this crappy place, the better.
Unfortunately, the news that came out of the handset was not like this.
"Sir, you have to turn on the TV and watch it now..." the voice of his chief secretary, Bernanke, came out.
In the prime minister's memory, this guy should have attended the human rights conference held at the United Nations with Senator Shimoki.
Originally, the Prime Minister didn't know why Bernanke insisted on running this time, but after Berna's reminder, he realized that this guy had already started to show affection to Shimoki...
But now... what's the matter with this guy?
The Prime Minister said rather impatiently, "Must it be now?"
"Yes, sir...must now, at the SBC..." Bernanke responded.
The Prime Minister reluctantly took out the remote control, turned on the TV in the office, and found the TV channel through the remote control according to Bernanke.
The anchor above was holding back a laugh, and said one thing——
"Bob, we have now received the latest news. I think every British citizen has the right to know this..."
(A hostile smile appeared on the host's face, he coughed, and deliberately put on a serious expression of 'pretending to be something'...
Several pictures of gorgeous banquets appeared on the TV screen in an instant, most of them were high-class people in suits and leather shoes, all of them were members of the XX country, important government officials, and of course the commander of the XX country... There are also some other countries, of course, including British parliamentarians, civil servants, and some high-level royal families...)
A bad intuition flashed through the prime minister's mind.
Sure enough, the two hosts on the TV severely mocked the gastrointestinal function of a certain commander in chief, and Senator Shimoki's sycophant skills.
(In order to unblock it, this section is omitted. For details, please refer to the beautiful state-owned "big news" around the 11th of a certain 10th)
"Hahaha... I hope our Senator Shimoki can enjoy this fresh taste..."
Snapped!
The prime minister turned off the TV blankly.
'Why should I call myself for this 'little thing'. '
The Prime Minister gloated and thought for a while, then suddenly understood.
Bernanke is completely betting on Shimoki. He wants to control the British media by himself, at least not to discredit Shimogi's image when the next prime minister is elected.
This guy!
Sure enough, after that, Bernanke talked about it on the phone,
He wants the Prime Minister to suppress the British tabloid media, and not to report this tasteful news too much, so as not to hurt the reputation of the royal family, as well as the good diplomatic relations between the UK and Country X...
Pooh!
Fudge severely spurned Bernanke in his heart.
"This damn guy, still wants to lie to himself..."
However, the Prime Minister did not directly attack, but said that he was pretending to think about it, and then Lian hung up the phone directly.
The Prime Minister looked up and saw Fudge looking at the TV screen with interest.
"Okay, where are we talking..." The Prime Minister was about to continue the topic with Fudge.
Maybe it's because of Bernanke's deceit, maybe it's because of the pressure that's coming in front of us but can't be shared or shared, or maybe it's because of the broken pot that he's about to step down...More likely, it's because of the influence of alcohol...
The outline of an idea gradually appeared in the prime minister's mind.
Although it is not clear yet, his intuition tells him that this is very beneficial to him, and this idea is very bad, which is comparable to... the "smoke" that is popular on the other side of the ocean now.
"By the way, Mr. Fudge, you want me to block London and let you wizards carry out certain activities..."
"It's a search and inspection... Don't worry, we will summon a thick fog to cover the whole of London, so that Muggles can't detect it..."
"Okay! If everything you say is true. I'll try to block London..."
"Really? I didn't have any hope at first, didn't you say you can't do it?"
"Of course I can't order the British to agree to the blockade of London...but I can make them voluntarily request the blockade of London...of course, with your cooperation..."
The prime minister was surprised to find that he had now given... a promise that he could not agree to before.
"However, Mr. Fudge, you have to ensure that everything you said just now is true, and that you have not deceived me or deliberately concealed anything..."
"Well, I can guarantee it!"
"You have to tell me—the British don't lie to the British!" The Prime Minister for some reason directly reversed Berner's catchphrase and applied it to Fudge.
"what?"
Fudge looked confused ((⊙﹏⊙)).
Delete that part and see if it can be released
(End of this chapter)
