The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Just after the New Year in 2010, a new wave of Cthulhu movements swept across Europe.

UN Women, in conjunction with numerous European organizations, is preparing to hold several large-scale rallies in London, Paris, Rome, and Madrid.

Goodwill Ambassador and leader of the 30-year Cthulhu movement, Sylvie, will deliver important speeches at each rally.

The first rally was held in Trafalgar Square in London.

British Cthulhu legends J.K. Rowling and Emma Watson, among others, have announced their participation.

Numerous women's organizations, representing whites, blacks, Latinos, and immigrants from the Middle East and India, have also announced their participation.

Palacia and her two female bodyguards arrived in London in December and are living on a small farm in the suburbs of London.

Palacio, a Cambridge graduate, once lived in London and holds British citizenship.

After marrying Julani, she received considerable military training. Given her background in chemistry, it wasn't difficult for her to manufacture homemade bombs with considerable power using everyday items available online.

The two female bodyguards were also carefully selected by Chulani.

The leader of this armed group secretly admired Colonel Gaddafi and, in an effort to emulate that madman, secretly trained a group of female bodyguards.

It can both protect the women and be used.

In order to get closer to Seraphim, Palacio contacted a classmate from her time at Cambridge who was in charge of some of Emma Watson's business affairs and could get close to the podium.

The weather in London has been gloomy and unpredictable during the New Year period, with temperatures continuing to drop.

Inside the farmhouse, the fireplace had gone out.

Palacia stood in front of the full-length mirror and gestured to her two bodyguards: "Let's begin!"

One person picked up a specially made thermal suit filled with explosives, while another took a wool sweater, and they put it on Palasia one after the other.

Palacia herself put on a thick, long down jacket.

It's the coldest time of year in London, so it's perfectly normal to be bundled up.

Palacia touched up her makeup again in front of the mirror.

She wanted to do something great while looking her best.

The two female bodyguards helped each other put on similar clothes and apply makeup in a so-called Western aesthetic style.

Before leaving, Palacia hugged the two men and said, "Our family is watching us; they are waiting for our revenge!"

The female bodyguard was just as resolute as Palacia: "It's time for them to pay the price!"

There may have been a fear of death, but hatred for the British and Americans outweighed that fear.

"Let's go!" Palasia got out of the car and got in. It was still dark outside, but that couldn't stop her determination for revenge.

She was driving a Land Rover, but what flashed before her eyes was a scene she would never forget.

Bombs rained down from the sky, houses collapsed one after another, and raging fires spread wildly, the whole city was in mourning.

Young Palacia witnessed her parents, sisters, and grandparents die before her eyes in an airstrike launched by a multinational force led by the United States and Britain.

This deep-seated hatred, even after nearly twenty years, has not faded in the slightest.

Blood feuds can only be washed away with blood.

The female bodyguards in another car were in a similar situation to Palacia, the only difference being that they came from the West Bank.

My hatred for squid and America has long since overwhelmed everything else.

Julani dared to send them because he believed in the women's thirst for revenge.

That kind of hatred can make someone rush forward without hesitation, even knowing they are doomed to die.

As dawn broke, Palacio arrived near Trafalgar Square, parked her car, and entered the square.

A large number of staff and security personnel have already gathered here.

Palacia's female identity avoided a lot of trouble, and after making a phone call, someone came and led them to the vicinity of the podium in the square.

The three men, who had received military training, quickly surveyed the terrain and arrived at a safe passage.

This is the only way for vehicles to reach the square after they arrive.

Many supporters of Hillary Clinton, J.K. Rowling, and Emma Watson have arrived here to show their support for their idols.

Paracia and her two companions were prepared, each displaying a poster in support of Emma Watson.

As the sun rose, Trafalgar Square became increasingly crowded, especially the emergency exits, which were packed with fanatical Cthulhu enthusiasts.

For security reasons, men are not allowed to approach the safety exits and the vicinity of the podium.

Palasia discovered that she was surrounded by the most fanatical Cthulhus.

She discovered that, compared to various extremist armed groups, the slogans these people shouted sounded more like those of terrorists.

Terrorists only take lives, but Cthulhu causes social death.

At 8:30 a.m., the important figures attending the gathering began to arrive one after another.

On the safety exit side, J.K. Rowling and Emma Watson passed through one after the other.

These two can be considered representatives of the British Cthulhu movement.

Around nine o'clock, a bulletproof Mercedes drove up and stopped at the edge of the emergency exit.

Several security personnel approached the car, and one of the women opened the back door.

Cheers and enthusiastic support erupted from the surrounding area.

Palacia pressed herself against the security corridor railing, craning her neck to look in that direction.

A middle-aged woman wearing a black women's suit is getting out of the car.

Five security personnel tightly guarded Silali in the middle.

As she walked, Sila waved to the crowd, drawing a thunderous response.

As the leader of Cthulhu for thirty years, Ciri still has many supporters.

Sylvia greeted them with a smile, and even stopped to sign autographs and take photos with them, despite the objections of the security personnel.

Here, Hillary regained her commanding leadership presence.

She had the illusion that she could make a comeback in politics and run in the next presidential election, and that with so much support, she might have a chance of winning.

If they win the election, those parasites like Hawke Osment and Bryan Ferguson will face the righteous iron fist of the federal government.

Palasia watched as Sirali drew closer and closer, until she was less than ten meters away.

She turned her head to look at the two female bodyguards diagonally opposite her, who were also looking in her direction.

Both of them had smiles on their faces, a sense of relief and ease that came from fulfilling a long-cherished wish.

Palasia was also smiling, seemingly very pleased to see the Cthulhu leader.

But in her heart, she repeated the names of her parents and grandparents in Arabic over and over again.

And that day, which she still remembers clearly to this day.

As Cirelli approached, the surrounding Cthulhus grew increasingly fanatical.

"Create a world where only Cthulhu exists!"

"May all people of the opposite sex die!" "May our world consist only of Cthulhu!"

Palacia couldn't understand these people at all, nor did she try to.

She and her two bodyguards formed an equilateral triangle on either side of the security exit.

As Cilaly stepped into the triangle, Palacio could no longer contain herself and shouted, "Cilaly, you American bitch!"

The sound was loud and close by. Sila heard it, turned her head and saw a woman with a very special smile.

This was Sila's last consciousness.

Without the slightest hesitation, Palacia pressed the button on the electronic remote control with her right hand, which was in her down jacket pocket.

Rumbling--

Three explosions rang out one after another, and the shockwaves, carrying blood mist, swept through the safety passage.

The homemade explosives weren't particularly powerful, but with three people firing them simultaneously at such close range, the effect was sufficient.

The five or six people at the center of the triangle, like Palacia, all disappeared, turning into blood mist and fragments that pelted nearby people.

A sound ten times louder than an explosion rang out.

The Cthulhus on the scene let out terrified screams that filled the sky, and cracks appeared on the windows surrounding the square, as if spiders had instantly spun webs.

The entire square was in chaos, filled with screams, cries, and agonizing screams.

The stampede was inevitable, and countless Cthulhus were transformed on the spot, turning into indescribable forms.

As for Sila and the others, they are beyond description and cannot be named.

These people fought for the cause of Cthulhu and eventually became the real Cthulhu.

Sirens blared as numerous police cars drove toward Trafalgar Square.

Panic quickly spread throughout the city as reported by the media on the scene, with countless people asking what had happened.

As the blood mist dissipated, Palasia and her two companions stained the city and country they hated with crimson.

They washed away the hatred with their blood.

Sky News and the BBC immediately changed their programming schedules and began broadcasting related news 24 hours a day.

Downing Street was on high alert.

In this age of social media, news spreads around the world in an instant.

On Twitter, photos and videos taken at the scene are everywhere, and related news quickly rose to the top of the trending list.

The entire internet is discussing this incident.

…………

In Los Angeles, Hawke arrived at the Coast Building immediately.

In the meeting room on the 16th floor, he met Campos and Edward, who had also come over.

Hawke asked as he scrolled through the news on Twitter, "Is there any more concrete information?"

Edward had been keeping an eye on the situation and had also contacted Fox News, Sky News, and The Sun.

He said, "It is now confirmed that Sila and five of her security personnel are missing. Only a few brass buttons and twisted ornaments that she was wearing were found at the scene; everything else has disappeared."

Hawke nodded slightly and looked at Campos: "What about over there?"

Campos said, "We had field reporters at the gathering, and they interviewed survivors near the safety passage immediately. According to these people, the explosion was only a few meters away from Sila, and there were at least three explosions. The shockwaves, carrying blood mist, knocked them to the ground, and some people had broken internal organs on their bodies."

Hawke was fairly certain that the attack by extremists had achieved its objective.

He told Edward, "Immediately notify the newsroom to publish a statement condemning the attack and expressing condolences to the injured and the victims."

Edward picked up the phone and dialed the newsroom number.

Hawke thought for a moment and asked Campos, "Any news from Walid?"

“Not for now,” Campos said simply. “For security reasons, we won’t contact him frequently.”

Hawke instructed, "Inform Walid and his men to find an opportunity to fake their deaths and escape as soon as possible. The culprit behind this can only be Julani."

Campos stood up and said, "I'll go and inform them right away."

Hawke considered it briefly, then contacted Brian again.

The latter will hold a press conference today, during which he will specifically address the London bombings in a joint interview with reporters, and will strongly condemn them, calling on the UK and the US to find the perpetrators and impose the most severe penalties and sanctions.

The following morning, the list of victims was gradually released.

Cthulhus gathered once again in Trafalgar Square, offering large bouquets and lighting countless candles to commemorate the victims.

But a heavy rain fell, extinguishing the candles and knocking the flowers down.

It was as if even God was furious.

The UK and the US issued their strongest statements to date on this matter.

Even though Tom Emmer poured himself a glass of champagne and had a quiet little celebration with his chief of staff and other close confidants after receiving the news, he still had to express America's anger to the outside world.

Based on descriptions from survivors near the safety passage, British authorities have identified a dozen or so people near the epicenter of the explosion through photos and videos taken by the media and attendees, and are conducting a full investigation.

…………

Qaim, Iraqi border.

Through various reports in Western media, Julani became certain that his plan had been a complete success.

Having eliminated the mastermind behind his attempt to eliminate him, this leader of the armed forces, who had been keeping a low profile for some time, reappeared in the army, bringing hundreds of sheep to reward his soldiers.

The soldiers below had no idea what was happening.

Walid, however, knew very well that this was a celebration that would not be spoken of.

Dabach, gnawing on a roasted lamb leg, said softly, "Boss, what other instructions are there?"

Walid took a sip of water and lowered his voice: "We should go."

Dabach stopped eating his meat and said, "If we keep going like this, it'll be hard to get away, won't it?"

Walid said, "The defector Abid has gathered a group of armed men and occupied two villages within a 50-kilometer radius. His betrayal has greatly angered the general. I will lead a team to investigate. Our vehicle will encounter a roadside bomb along the way."

Dabach nodded and asked, "Is the scapegoat ready?"

Walid smiled but didn't say anything more.

On the other side, Julani's shouts came from the other side; he was waving in their direction.

Walid strode over and followed Jhulani, who had emerged from the bunker, to offer his regards to the junior officers and soldiers.

Upon returning to the bunker, he reported the matter of Abid to Julani.

Julani himself developed from a similar situation and took it very seriously: "The situation here is too chaotic. Many people want to have enough to eat, so they have no choice but to join armed groups. If we leave this unchecked, they will become a major threat to us."

"This was my mistake. I mishandled the situation, which allowed Abid to escape." Walid immediately declared, "General, I will personally investigate, obtain firsthand intelligence, and then lead my men to completely wipe them out!"

Zhu Lani patted him on the shoulder and said, "Do this well, and when you come back, you'll be my deputy." (End of Chapter)