The second volume is full of glory and splendor in the capital, and the spirit is full of vitality in the foggy city. Chapter 316: 723 (6)
Subtitle of this chapter: Our name is - Big Red Flower
Hibiscus (scientific name: Hibiscus rosa sinensis Linn.) is also known as hibiscus, Buddhist hibiscus, and Chinese rose. Because its flowers are mostly red, it is commonly called the big red flower in the Lingnan region of China... It blooms year-round.
Hibiscus was a popular ornamental plant in ancient times, native to China. Records ...
——Excerpt from "SCP Encyclopedia: Zhu Jin"
20:30 GMT.
"Ding-ling-ling..."
"Scotland Police..."
"Murder, murder!"
"Sir, calm down. Who are you?"
"I am—well, there's no time for that now. There's been murder in Piccadilly!"
"I'm sorry, sir. If you call the police, you need to state your identity."
"Damn it. Listen to me..."
"Sir, listen to me. We have regulations. You must tell us your name before calling the police."
"Oh my goodness. My name is..."
Later, this call to the police was considered the first mistake made by the British police.
The police officer who received the call followed the regulations too strictly and wasted the most precious minute at the beginning.
“Ding, ding, ding, ding…”
Gunshots rang out outside the door, interrupting George Curzon's speech.
Naturally, no one in the hall knew what was going on, and they all subconsciously turned around and looked at the closed door.
The huge conference hall suddenly fell into an eerie silence.
Someone later recalled that we were like the three poor little pigs in the fairy tale. They knew that something terrible was happening outside the door, but they still placed their hope in the door, which was not much stronger than their straw house. As if this could protect us from being eaten by the big bad wolf.
"Bang!"
The door was suddenly pushed open, and with the cool night wind, a group of people in black robes rushed into the hall.
"Good night!"
The black-robed man leading the group was not wearing a "lizard" mask, but a pig-head mask that looked a bit funny.
He held a revolver in one hand and a grenade in the other, and said very, very, very politely to the people at the outermost edge of the hall: "Excuse me, please make way."
Those people really foolishly gave way.
The pig-headed man nodded at them and said softly, "Thank you."
Then he walked forward with a snake, a rabbit and a dog.
"Excuse me, can you lend me that?"
"Thanks."
"Ma'am, be careful not to fall."
"Thanks."
"Sir, you don't look well. Are you feeling unwell? If not, please step back a few steps."
"Thanks."
Except for a certain "outsider", no one else at the scene realized how strange the scene was.
If it weren't for the wrong occasion, Master Yuan, the "outsider", would have laughed so hard that his belly would burst.
Fu Changsheng, known as "Haizhu," was indeed a top student in the mathematics department at the University of Southern California. Calling a university student a "gentleman" these days was definitely not an exaggeration. He made his way through the crowd with a truly gentlemanly demeanor and arrived at the stairs.
The reason why the guests here are so obedient is that the current scene triggers the psychological "herd effect".
The "herd effect" is also called the "conformity effect": it is a phenomenon that an individual's ideas or behaviors change in a direction consistent with the majority due to the influence or pressure of a real or imaginary group.
Whether conscious or not, the influence of group opinion is enough to sway any skeptic. The power of the group clearly renders rational judgment ineffective.
In simple terms, when people are at a loss, if there are other people around them, their first reaction is to observe how others behave and behave in the same way as them.
This is why the more people there are, the more "indifferent" they become, and why the more people there are, the more "blindly obedient" they become.
So the two or three hundred people here indifferently, blindly, and as if hypnotized, made way for Fu Changsheng.
The pig-headed man and the other three walked up the stairs. He said to the Foreign Minister at the microphone, "Your Excellency is the Marquis of Curzon, right? Excuse me, may I say a few words?"
George Curzon finally reacted and stammered, "Who are you ?!"
"Your Excellency, I will tell you right away if you wish. But I need the microphone now."
The Foreign Minister took two steps back with a cold face. Fu Changsheng bowed slightly to him to express his gratitude, then walked to the microphone.
"TESTING...TESITING..."
He tested the tone first, nodded with satisfaction, and then said, "Ladies and gentlemen. Good evening."
"First of all, as an uninvited guest, I would like to express my sincerest apologies on behalf of my organization for the inconvenience this may cause you."
"Secondly, let me answer Lord Curzon's question. The name of our group is..."
He pointed to the big red flower on his chest and said, "Jaba Legion."
Jaba Legio – The Hibiscus Legion. Also known as the Big Red Flower Society, the Hongmen National Salvation Corps, and the Chinese Red Violence Team. This is recognized worldwide as the first global terrorist organization, and its members are largely drawn from the ancient Chinese triad organization, the Hongmen.
They first appeared on July 23, 1921, when they launched the '723 Incident' that shocked the world. Eleven members of this organization stormed the Japanese Embassy in London and took 250 hostages, including the British and Japanese crown princes..."
—Excerpt from "SCP Encyclopedia: Jaba Legion"
"Finally, I regret to tell you all some unfortunate news. You have been... kidnapped!"
As soon as Fu Changsheng said this, there was an uproar at the scene.
At this time, someone finally reacted, and naturally there were a few heroic figures who wanted to be heroes... Not to mention that many people here participated in the First World War, such as our Lord Churchill.
Just as the crowd was about to make a move, Fu Changsheng fired a gun into the air without hesitation.
"state!"
As the gunshot rang out, the rabbit and dog behind him took a step forward and also fired a burst of bullets at the ceiling.
"Da da da...da da da...da da da."
“Clatter…”
"Swish, swish..."
The plaster from the ceiling fell down and hit the guests on the heads.
“Plop…”
Just like that, more than a dozen ladies fainted on the ground.
"Ladies and gentlemen, see? We have the real stuff."
Fu Changsheng pointed around, and everyone turned to look, and they all shuddered involuntarily...
It turned out that just as he was passing through the crowd, other members of the Hibiscus Legion had already occupied a favorable position, holding the Chicago typewriter and pointing it at the crowd.
He said in a cold voice: "Those warriors among you who want to be heroes, please calm down! Even if not for yourselves, for others..."
He pointed to his side again, and the rabbit's gun was aimed at the two crown princes.
"For example, consider the safety of the two noble princes."
"What the hell do you guys want to do?!"
At this time, Matsui Keishiro couldn't help but step forward and shouted.
"What do we, the Hibiscus Corps, want to do?"
The pig-headed man glanced back and said calmly, "On behalf of 400 million Chinese people, we demand your return..."
"Qingdao!"
