Yes, Madam Prime Minister

Squad leader James immediately changed the subject, "Yes, that's exactly what I think, crazy courage, like the legendary knight who challenged giants."

Liz showed no disdain or disgust for her chameleon-like subordinate, her face remaining indifferent as she asked, "Any suggestions?" Although James was shameless and despicable, accustomed to flattering superiors and bullying subordinates, his work ability was beyond doubt.

“Let old Tom come. His magic is good at putting these ants to sleep. Let’s paralyze them and go in to get the person,” James suggested.

The term "ant" has recently become popular in some Seris novels in Weyland, where characters like to refer to commoners as "ants," and as a result, many fashionable Weylanders have started to use this term frequently.

"You enjoy reading Seris's novels so much, do you even know what it means to kill someone by destroying their spirit?" Liz retorted. "If we use force to subdue these civilians and then go in and eliminate the heroes in their hearts, what are we then?"

"To be honest, that man was indeed a hero. If I weren't a civil servant, I would have killed those rotten capitalists and dog-shit politicians just like him."

There is no class that betrays its class, but there are individuals who betray their class. This criminal was also a high-ranking superhuman. He could have spent the rest of his life as a superior person who stood above most people. Even if he was kind-hearted, he could have helped the lower class through other means.

But he didn't. He chose the most violent method: first, he killed several capitalists, then, carrying their bloodied heads, he stormed into the venue of a politician's speech and killed the politician in public. He then gave a ten-minute speech on the stage, first announcing the crimes of several people, then revealing some shocking government scandals, and frantically insulting the government. In the end, instead of fleeing, he went to this slum.

This man clearly didn't want to live anymore, but he wanted to use his death to smear the authorities and all the lackeys who supported them.

"Director's insight is brilliant," James praised.

Liz shook her head helplessly and yawned. "Let's wait and see. Let's wait for the higher-ups to launch a public opinion campaign to ruin this hero's reputation. Heroes only have some minor flaws and old dirt, so it's easy to ruin them. Then, we'll push out two scapegoats to make statements and, incidentally, whitewash the dead guys. We won't talk about their mistakes; we'll just say how good they were to their families and friends."

"At that time, these civilians and some superhumans, their initial courage waning, began to waver and naturally became doubtful. That was our moment to act. After the operation, we would pin the blame for the civilian casualties on the target and those who were fiercely protecting him, thoroughly discrediting this hero." "Got it? Stop trying to be clever all the time, James."

Captain James opened his mouth and started again, "Director, my admiration for you is like a surging river, endless and unstoppable, like the Yellow River overflowing its banks."

In the days that followed, everything unfolded exactly as Liz had predicted.

After dealing with this matter, Liz also submitted her resignation.

The Home Secretary personally came to talk to Leeds and tried to persuade her to stay. It's really hard to find someone as capable and politically savvy as Leeds.

“Your Excellency Minister, I fear that if I don’t resign soon, I will be tempted to become a hero. You know, I am all alone and have no worries.” With just these words, Liz dissuaded the Home Secretary from his idea.

After all, if an official does something like that, the government loses all face.

Lids resigned and stayed at home. The clouds of war loomed over London like clouds over the city, and at the same time, the country's internal conflicts had reached an irreconcilable point.

World War III is coming.

"What, are you worried?" Ronan suddenly appeared beside Liz.

Liz went to brew some black tea. "What do I have to worry about? It's just the same thing happening again. In the end, when the destruction caused by the war reaches a certain level, the world's top superhumans will step in to mediate."

Ronan sat down and waited for the tea to be brewed. "But with the development of productivity, there are fewer and fewer people who can meet the needs of top-tier superhumans." A thousand years ago, meeting the material and spiritual needs of a top-tier superhuman might have required large estates, a dozen workshops, a special training ground, thousands of farmers and craftsmen, and then scholars, and even a group of superhumans.

But now, production efficiency is much higher, and communication has also reached a new level.

"Anyway, it's not like we're going to destroy the world." Liz finished making tea and sat down, waiting quietly. "It's just a matter of targeting a few hundred or tens of millions of people. I think there are just too many people now."

Ronan smiled. "Liz, you're going a bit to extremes now."

“I’m the one who’s wondering how you could have endured it all those years as a civil servant.” Liz said, opening the teapot lid, pouring two cups of tea, and gulping them down. “From the president at the top to the common people at the bottom, there’s no one who isn’t infuriating, so infuriating that you want to kill them all.”

Ronan took a sip of hot tea and laughed, "Haha, your rebellious phase came a little late."

Leeds, who reached a high position early on, did not experience menopause, only a rebellious phase.

Liz didn't respond. She went to the oven, took out the baked cookies, and put them on the table.

“Anyway, now I’m just waiting to see another dimension,” Liz said. “That dimension is very likely the one that produced people like you.”

Ronan picked up a crisp, sweet cookie. "I advise you not to get your hopes up."

Liz took a big bite out of the cookie and chewed it vigorously, saying as she chewed, "No matter how bad it is, at least it's fun."

"

After finishing their afternoon tea, the two put on their trench coats and went out for a stroll.

Liz put on her thick-rimmed glasses and let down her long, wavy, ginger-red hair. She wore a shirt, a plaid skirt, white stockings, and leather shoes, and her whole demeanor changed drastically. She looked like a bookish girl who was still in school. Except for very close friends, no one would recognize her as the fearsome female spy chief.

As for Ronan, with a hat on, his handsome face was concealed, and he didn't attract any attention.

The two of them strolled around aimlessly.

Chapter 1332

In the living room, on the table, there were still bowls and plates with leftover soup and water, as well as unfinished stew and bread. The most eye-catching thing was an oversized crab shell, which originally belonged to a 20-pound king crab. King crabs are not the kind of crabs that aren't actually crabs. This king crab was bought from a fisherman in Australia, thousands of miles away, by Ronan, who has the ability to teleport over long distances. On the ground next to the table, Ronan was pressing Liz to the ground, grabbing her white-stockinged legs, and forcefully thrusting into her from behind, each thrust reaching the deepest point, hitting the cervix, flattening her white, tender, round, plump, milky pudding-like vulva.

This little cow's white-stockinged little hooves were just too restless; she reached over and touched his crotch halfway through the meal.

"Still being naughty?" Ronan asked as he fucked her.

"Ohhhhhh!" Liz moaned, slapping the ground with her hands. "Gently, gently, stop, oh, stop for a second, my uterus is going to deform."

"Stop? I see you're having a blast." Ronan pulled Liz up, slapped her white-stockinged, plump buttocks with a loud crack, then grabbed her particularly full breasts and pulled her into his arms. "I'm not giving them to you anymore." It took Liz a moment to react; Ronan had stopped moving.

After hesitating for a moment, Liz turned her face and looked at Ronan with a resentful expression, "Don't be like this."

"You want it?" Ronan asked. "At least show some sincerity, my dear Liz. Let me see if your oral sex skills have gotten rusty." Liz hesitated for two seconds, reluctantly getting up to remove the thick, long penis from her. She turned around, then knelt down and began to take Ronan's entire penis into her mouth for a deep throat, then slowly spit it out, rotating her head as she did so, performing a practiced rotating oral sex motion. She was kneeling and prone while performing the rotating oral sex motion.

At that moment, her large, dangling breasts swayed slightly, occasionally brushing against the carpet. At first, it seemed unintentional, but later Liz clearly did it consciously, swaying her body violently to make her breasts sway and brush against the carpet for pleasure. At the same time, her buttocks, covered in white stockings, swayed even more violently, appearing incredibly lewd.

In Ronan's line of sight, he could still see the crotch with a hole in it, revealing the vulva, the fleshy thighs wrapped in white stockings, and the white stockings with the balls of the feet on the ground, causing the stockings to wrinkle a lot.

After a while, Liz couldn't help but spit it out, looking at Ronan expectantly and longingly, "Is it okay now?"

“Of course, my little calf.” Ronan stood up, took a few steps, sat down on the sofa, and opened his arms. “Come on?”

Liz walked over quickly, turned her back to Ronan, and sat down on his erect penis, plunging it into her wet, hot cunt. Feeling full again, she couldn't help but stretch her neck and let out a long moan.

Ronan picked up Liz, placing her small, white-stockinged feet—a size that seemed slightly disproportionate to her voluptuous figure—on his thighs. He then grabbed her breasts, which were excessively large for her size, with one hand, and used his other arm to choke her neck, beginning to thrust upwards. Liz liked this position, not only for the pleasure of being fucked, but also because she could clearly feel his firm, warm chest against her back, giving her a slight feeling of suffocation, a sense of being completely enveloped and dominated.

Ronan also liked this position. Liz was 1.63 meters tall, small but very voluptuous. Holding her while fucking allowed him to feel her whole body, like holding a big fleshy doll. Watching her white, tender breasts and white silk legs deform in his embrace, the pleasure brought by this feeling completely surpassed the pleasure of fucking.

“It feels so good, oh.” Liz exclaimed, “How can this be? Why does using a vibrator… oh, oh, oh… even the sex machine…” “This is called three-dimensional pleasure, Liz,” Ronan explained as he fucked her, “and love.”

“Who loves you, you bastard!” Liz cursed. “Uh, you… ah!” She had barely uttered the curse when Ronan thrust into her violently, opening her cervix. She hadn’t been treated like this in over a decade, and the pain was excruciating, but her cervix was tightly gripping his glans; she couldn’t loosen it or squeeze out.

Ronan released her, kissing and kneading her breasts to comfort Liz, "It won't hurt anymore soon. You're a woman I've fucked hundreds of times and fully developed."

After a while, Liz's pain gradually turned into pleasure, and her cervix was no longer constricted. Ronan resumed his rapid thrusting.

A moment later, Ronan picked Liz up, like he was holding a child to urinate, and carried her all the way to the full-length mirror in the bedroom, where he began a new round of thrusting, making her watch herself being held and fucked.

Liz was so ashamed that she didn't dare look at herself.

As Ronan worked, he said, "Little cow, open your eyes and look carefully. Look at your white silk stockings, your slutty hooves swaying wildly, and your fat breasts that are about to fly off—what a lewd sight."

"I won't... oh... oh..." Liz, on the verge of climax, wanted to protest.

He refuted, but couldn't utter a coherent sentence. He let out a loud cry, "Ugh!" Then, a stream of vaginal fluid shot out like a water arrow, hitting the mirror before slowly sliding down. Several more streams of fluid overflowed and dripped onto the ground, forming a puddle.

As for the crotch area and the white stockings on the inner thighs, they were already soaking wet, completely seeping through the skin.

Ronan put Liz down. "You've already climaxed at such a short time. Looks like you'll be climaxing ten or eight times tonight."

As soon as Liz was put down, her legs gave way and she stepped onto the slippery slutty water, causing her to fall forward. Ronan grabbed her hands and pulled her back while thrusting forward, starting a new round of fucking.

In the end, when Ronan was about to ejaculate, Liz only had the strength to open her mouth, so Ronan simply ejaculated into her mouth.

Ronan stood there, looking at Liz lying beside the bed, and asked, "Will you dare to provoke me again in the future?"

"Heh, I'm just not used to it because it's been so long," Liz said defiantly.

Ronan couldn't help but laugh. "You guys all use the same excuse."

Liz smiled along, then deliberately put on a serious expression, "This shows that it is a universally acknowledged truth."

“If we come back in a few days, that excuse won’t be useful anymore,” Ronan said.

Liz struggled to sit up, looked at Ronan with a hint of provocation in her eyes, and said, "Once everyone is here in a few days, the eighteen of us will rotate. I'm afraid you'll be the one who can't take it anymore."

Ronan placed his hands on his chest, head held high, and said, "If I weren't afraid you'd get tired of me, I could fuck all eighteen of you every night."

"

“You, to use Seris’s words, are a great man when it comes to serious matters, and a very warm-hearted man in life, except when it comes to this.” As she spoke, Liz even gestured with her hand to make a fucking motion, “In this matter, you are an absolute stingy person.”

“Then you just wait and see,” Ronan said. “But before that, I have to teach you a lesson.” Before he finished speaking, Ronan pounced on her again, grabbed Liz’s legs, lifted her upside down, and began to thrust into her like an upside-down staking.

She struggled and screamed as he penetrated her.

"Do you still dare?"

Chapter 1333

Louise fell into a deep sleep after seeing her parents one last time.

I woke up more than ten years ago to find that my brothers and sisters had either passed away or had little time left.

At this moment, she felt a pang of envy for Liz, and even more so for Lavana. Liz had long been separated from her parents, and had no siblings whatsoever, while Lavana had neither parents nor siblings.

Even though she herself knew very well that this envy was utterly ridiculous.

Louise begins traveling the world alone.

Louise spent ten years traveling the world, making Nouvelle-Laure in the south of France her last stop, and settled in this city that marked the beginning of Ronan, never to leave again.

After settling in New Sea City, Louise didn't look for a proper job or spend her days idly; she devoted most of her time to writing books.

She writes travelogues, and while she writes very well about scenic spots, local customs, and even some anecdotes and unexpected experiences along the way, what makes her work popular throughout the West are the humorous yet thought-provoking jokes and witty remarks she inserts into her travelogues.

In these anecdotes and rants, Louise analyzes the culture she has witnessed from her unique perspective, and also explores the roots of this culture.

The interplay of factors including geography, culture, supernatural powers, and the choices made by an individual at a historical turning point.

Geography determines culture, and culture, in turn, transforms geography, ultimately forming civilization. In this process, different civilizations influence the systems of supernatural powers, and different systems of supernatural powers, in turn, influence civilization. Finally, the choices made by several key figures pushed to the forefront by the inevitable course of history at crucial moments have created everything we see today.

Louise's travelogue, which is not yet finished and only half of the outline is written, is not an academic monograph. However, precisely because it is not an academic monograph, many of the pages are short stories and humorous anecdotes, which makes it highly readable and has become a best-selling book that has swept the West.

Louise was naturally very proud of becoming a famous and wealthy writer.

Although she has experienced a lot, although she knows secrets unknown to most people in the world, although she is no longer a teenager, and although she spends a lot of time writing books quietly by herself, her flamboyant personality and pursuit of fame and fortune have not changed in the slightest. After a simple reception, she politely declined several interviewers and had only a brief exchange with a few authors who came to see her. Then she said that she suddenly had an inspiration and hinted that they had to leave.

Despite her usual demeanor, no one would perceive her as aloof, arrogant, or opportunistic. This is because Louise frequently grants interviews, and those who manage to interview her are not necessarily renowned journalists. She also occasionally attends writers' gatherings, where she engages in mutual flattery and inevitably promotes newcomers.

It's said that intellectuals are jealous of each other, and journalists like to spread rumors.

Especially considering that the author only writes travelogues, which are not serious things, and that she is a woman.

But Louise had a group of author friends who supported her, and a bunch of journalists and critics who protected her like loyal dogs.

“Pfft, great writer, may I have the honor of interviewing you?” Ronan suddenly appeared in front of Louise.

The next moment, Louise hugged Ronan tightly and kissed him on tiptoe.

After a long, long time, Louise finally pulled her lips away from Ronan, her eyes burning as she looked at the man before her. "Of course, anytime, anywhere." "Great writer, how does it feel to be famous?" Ronan asked.

If asked by others, Louise wouldn't be so hypocritical as to say that her biggest regret was becoming famous, but she wouldn't be too blunt either. However, when facing Ronan, she was very straightforward: "Of course it was because I was incredibly excited, adored by everyone, and changed."

money.

"So how did you initially come up with the idea of ​​writing a book?" Ronan asked.

Louise smiled. "Actually, it was just a spur-of-the-moment decision, plus I was really bored. I didn't feel anything when I was traveling, but I got lonely as soon as I stopped. I couldn't just look at your portrait every day and try to figure it out myself, so I just wrote it." She spoke in a rough and hasty manner, without any of the demeanor of a great writer.

Ronan couldn't help but laugh. "You probably can't satisfy Louise with just a couple of pokes." Louise shrugged. "Even the best props lose their novelty after one or two uses, and they're not that exciting anymore. It has to be someone you like. Even just touching or kissing someone you like is very comfortable."

“Ronan.” Louise suddenly called Ronan’s name softly.

"Hmm, what's wrong?" Ronan asked.

“I love you even more now,” Louise said. “After traveling the world and seeing the traces you left in history, my admiration for you has faded, but now that admiration is gone, I love you even more.”

At first, Louise was a fanatical admirer of Ronan, and this admiration reached its peak after Ronan defeated Ahriman.

Over the past decade, as people have gained a deeper understanding of Ronan's history and her "greatness," this kind of admiration has actually disappeared. She is no longer just someone watching a performance from the sidelines or a mere supporting character, but someone picking up shells on the beach after the tides of history have receded.

However, the disappearance of the adoration led Louise to truly fall in love with Ronan.

Ronan roughly understood what Louise meant, scratched his head, and said, "You're making me feel embarrassed, Louise."

“I don’t believe that. You’re not the kind of person who’s embarrassed,” Louise said, jokingly. “Back when you were an older man dating a younger woman, you weren’t embarrassed at all.”

“That’s pure slander,” Ronan immediately retorted. “It was you, you little vixen, who seduced me back then.”

After chatting for a while, Ronan suggested going out for dinner, but Louise said she wanted to cook for herself.

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Ronan thought Louise was going to give him a surprise.

Unexpectedly, the first dish served was the famous French dish, Princess Steak. This dish was created by Ronan several hundred years ago to fool Ambrina. It's basically a steak that's been pan-fried and topped with a lot of caviar, which is used as salt.

The next dish was also something that required no skill: mixed fish and mussel soup.

Finally, the last dish requires a bit more skill: fried shrimp with wasabi mayonnaise. The frying temperature and the sauce preparation both require a certain level of expertise. "I thought you were going to show off your skills," Ronan said with a smile.