"What can I do to save them?"
When love is spilled, it cannot be gathered up again.
Who can protect whom?
"For whom does my heart wait..."
However, Wang Yueheng and Roger, who were performing, seemed completely unaware of the police cars parked all around them.
And a large number of heavily armed police officers are constantly approaching.
The two continued playing the keyboard and guitar, standing in the rain and singing loudly.
At this moment, Roger seemed to have let go of his restraints and shouted and sang loudly along with Wang Yueheng.
"Boom!"
The continuous rumbling thunder grew ever closer.
The raindrops gradually became denser.
Soon, the two were surrounded by London police officers and counter-terrorism unit members with guns in their hands.
All the officers stared at Roger, the "clown," who was singing with Wang Yueheng.
His face, wet with rain, was etched with tension.
Raindrops fell from the dark muzzles of the special police's guns.
Mo Zixue, who was live-streaming, was also startled by the scene before her.
Instinctively, he wanted to rush towards Wang Yueheng and tell him to leave quickly.
"Madam, please calm down. We need you to continue recording."
"To document this unusual arrest operation."
But she was immediately stopped by a tall, blond man in a police uniform.
The other person glanced at her camera feed and spoke calmly.
"But…"
Mo Zixue was stunned for a moment, then looked at Wang Yueheng.
After noticing the singer's calm demeanor in the face of the police officers.
Mo Zixue's initially panicked heart gradually calmed down, and she vaguely guessed what had happened.
Perhaps Wang Yueheng's trip was specifically to see this "old friend," the clown singer...
"Ring ring~"
at the same time.
The phone rang in Peng Yingli's office at the Chinese Embassy.
The urgent ringing startled Peng Yingli, who was studying the documents.
"This is the Chinese Embassy in the UK. May I ask who this is?"
"What?"
"The suspect who carried out the terrorist attack in London has been found? He's with Wang Yueheng?"
"They're still... singing together?"
Upon hearing the news from the head of the London City Police Department on the other end of the phone, Peng Yingli was so shocked that she stood up abruptly from her seat.
What's going on?
Wang Yueheng was just taking a stroll in a nearby park when he unexpectedly encountered London's number one terrorist.
And they were standing face-to-face, with the possibility of being taken hostage at any moment?!
The busy Peng Yingli felt her mind go blank for a brief moment.
It's really going to be a problem if something unexpected happens to Wang Yueheng at the embassy.
I really don't know how to explain this to the relevant authorities in China!
The next moment.
Peng Yingli immediately got up and, along with other embassy staff, hurriedly headed towards Regent's Park in the rain.
at the same time.
11 Donning Street, the official residence of George Melton, Chancellor of the Exchequer.
A heated argument is about to erupt here.
The members of the cultural committee, led by Cameron, are currently sitting in the official residence office, demanding funding from Chancellor George for tomorrow night's performance.
It was learned that Cameron planned to buy the full copyright of Wang Yueheng's upcoming English song for 20 million pounds.
It was used as one of the promotional songs for the Cultural Affairs Committee.
Chancellor George seemed to have heard of some incredible plan.
They stared at the Minister of Culture as if he were a madman.
"I admit that every one of Wang Yueheng's previous works was excellent."
"But Mr. Cameron, don't forget that he came here to celebrate our return, or rather, the forced return of the Chinese artifacts!"
"Do we not only have to return more than 20,000 priceless cultural relics to China?"
"Should we continue to send money to Chinese artists to develop their careers?"
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