Two menacing white police officers carried Wharton into a police car and took him away. Wharton was completely confused.
Who am I, where am I, what happened?
In normal times, aren’t the police most afraid of our uncrowned king?
what is it today?
It’s okay if I’m being unreasonable, but the point is, I’m very reasonable!
This is obviously a kidnapping. Who gave you the courage to do this?
It wasn't until the car drove out of the street that Wharton came to his senses and stopped working immediately.
"What are you going to do?"
"Do you know this is kidnapping?"
"Which police station are you from? Where are your IDs? Now I seriously suspect that you are fake police officers. Let me go."
"Shutup!!"
Wharton was so frightened by the policeman's sudden voice that he shrank his neck, and his momentum suddenly weakened.
"What are you going to do? I warn you. What you do is illegal. Hundreds of people have witnessed your behavior. You will definitely be condemned."
Facing Wharton's noisy, a white policeman next to him snorted: "You are just an idiot!"
"What?" Wharton expressed confusion.
The policeman glanced at him with disdain in his eyes: "Don't you like hearing that you are an idiot?"
"Haha, we put this place under martial law at 4:30 this morning. Why has no other reporter reported it after so long?"
"this"
When the police said this, Wharton was stunned for a moment. He thought about it carefully and suddenly started to sweat.
yes!
It stands to reason that dispatching so many police forces to block the street, especially blocking this special intersection, should have attracted the attention of reporters.
But more than two hours have passed, and there is no news from the outside world. This is very strange.
They say it’s scary to think about it carefully. Wharton suddenly became nervous when he thought about this.
At this time, his mind was extremely clear.
Next to that intersection is St. Paul's Cathedral. It has never been blocked for so many years. But today it was blocked for the first time and there was such a big noise. Obviously something big was about to happen.
Not a single reporter reported it, probably not because the reporters didn’t know about it, but because they were notified and didn’t dare to report.
There are dozens of large and small media outlets in London, as well as a globally popular media such as The Times. Even their companies have no reporters to come forward. You can imagine how serious today's matter is.
It's over.
Kicked onto the iron plate.
After regaining consciousness, Wharton regretted it beyond words.
Just then, his phone rang. He looked at the police around him. They didn't stop him. Wharton immediately took it. Got out of the phone.
When he saw that the number was the editor-in-chief of the newspaper, Wharton seemed to see hope and immediately answered the call.
"Editor-in-Chief, me."
Before Wharton could finish speaking, the editor-in-chief on the other side interrupted him: "Wharton, you're fired."
"What?"
There was a leak in the house and it rained all night. Wharton was counting on the editor-in-chief to rescue him, but he didn't expect that the other person would fire him. Wharton collapsed instantly.
"Didn't you hear clearly? You were fired. Did you hear clearly this time?" the editor-in-chief asked.
"Why, I did something wrong, why should I be fired?" Wharton roared like crazy.
"Do I need a reason to fire you?"
"I"
The phone hung up and Wharton was stunned.
For two minutes, his mind was still blank.
Finally, Wharton woke up and immediately understood what was going on.
I have worked at The Times for nine years, and my performance has been outstanding. Recently, my boss notified him that he was going to be promoted. But at this juncture, the editor-in-chief directly fired me in this tone. It must be different from my current experience.
Directly related, at this moment, Wharton was really scared.
What he was afraid of was not that he would lose his job, but that he would find out that he was really in big trouble.
He couldn't care about anything else now, he just wanted to be free again.
After installing his mobile phone, Wharton's attitude changed 180 degrees and he begged the policeman next to him: "Mr. Policeman, I was making trouble just now. I apologize to you. Please pull over and let me out. I promise not to
Nonsense, I swear to God."
The police responded with a harmless smile, but this smile gave Wharton an extremely bad feeling.
"Sorry, dear Mr. Wharton, you have been suspected of obstructing official duties and must cooperate with us in the investigation."
puff
8BQ.
Wharton suddenly felt hopeless.
Wharton was arrested, and the hundreds of melon-eaters paying attention on the street could see clearly.
Smart people immediately realize that something is wrong and quickly stay away from the place of right and wrong.
After a while, the number of people watching the excitement dropped sharply, and within half an hour, the crowd completely dispersed.
Of course, there were also some curious people who flocked to several fast-food coffee shops at the street corner, ordered a cup of coffee, and stared at the street corner, ready to take a closer look.
Some people took a few photos and prepared to post them on the Internet to share with netizens, but the next second they were shocked.
Less than a second after the photo was posted, it was immediately deleted by the platform.
Post it again, delete it again, repeat it twice, and the warning from the platform will come back.
The photos you uploaded are suspected of being illegal, please continue to upload, we reserve the right to hold you accountable. Two vicious white police officers carried Wharton into a police car and took him away. Wharton was completely confused.
Who am I, where am I, what happened?
In normal times, aren’t the police most afraid of our uncrowned king?
what is it today?
It's okay if I make trouble unreasonably, but the point is, I'm very reasonable! .??.??
This is obviously a kidnapping. Who gave you the courage to do this?
It wasn't until the car drove out of the street that Wharton came to his senses and stopped working immediately.
"What are you going to do?"
"Do you know this is kidnapping?"
"Which police station are you from? Where are your IDs? Now I seriously suspect that you are fake police officers. Let me go."
"Shutup!!"
Wharton was so frightened by the policeman's sudden voice that he shrank his neck, and his momentum suddenly weakened.
"What are you going to do? I warn you. What you do is illegal. Hundreds of people have witnessed your behavior. You will definitely be condemned."
Facing Wharton's noisy, a white policeman next to him snorted: "You are just an idiot!"
"What?" Wharton expressed confusion.
The policeman glanced at him with disdain in his eyes: "Don't you like hearing that you are an idiot?"
"Haha, we put this place under martial law at 4:30 this morning. Why has no other reporter reported it after so long?"
"this"
When the police said this, Wharton was stunned for a moment. He thought about it carefully and suddenly started to sweat.
yes!
It stands to reason that dispatching so many police forces to block the street, especially blocking this special intersection, should have attracted the attention of reporters.
But more than two hours have passed, and there is no news from the outside world. This is very strange.
They say it’s scary to think about it carefully. Wharton suddenly became nervous when he thought about this.
At this time, his mind was extremely clear.
Next to that intersection is St. Paul's Cathedral. It has never been blocked for so many years. But today it was blocked for the first time and there was such a big noise. Obviously something big was about to happen.
Not a single reporter reported it, probably not because the reporters didn’t know about it, but because they were notified and didn’t dare to report.
There are dozens of large and small media outlets in London, as well as a globally popular media such as The Times. Even their companies have no reporters to come forward. You can imagine how serious today's matter is.
It's over.
Kicked onto the iron plate.
After regaining consciousness, Wharton regretted it beyond words.
Just then, his phone rang. He looked at the police around him. They didn't stop him. Wharton immediately took it. Got out of the phone.
When he saw that the number was the editor-in-chief of the newspaper, Wharton seemed to see hope and immediately answered the call.
"Editor-in-Chief, me."
Before Wharton could finish speaking, the editor-in-chief on the other side interrupted him: "Wharton, you're fired."
"What?"
There was a leak in the house and it rained all night. Wharton was counting on the editor-in-chief to rescue him, but he didn't expect that the other person would fire him. Wharton collapsed instantly.
"Didn't you hear clearly? You were fired. Did you hear clearly this time?" the editor-in-chief asked.
"Why, I did something wrong, why should I be fired?" Wharton roared like crazy.
"Do I need a reason to fire you?"
"I"
The phone hung up and Wharton was stunned.
For two minutes, his mind was still blank.
Finally, Wharton woke up and immediately understood what was going on.
I have worked at The Times for nine years, and my performance has been outstanding. Recently, my boss notified him that he was going to be promoted. But at this juncture, the editor-in-chief directly fired me in this tone. It must be different from my current experience.
Directly related, at this moment, Wharton was really scared.
What he was afraid of was not that he would lose his job, but that he would find out that he was really in big trouble.
He couldn't care about anything else now, he just wanted to be free again.
After installing his mobile phone, Wharton's attitude changed 180 degrees and he begged the policeman next to him: "Mr. Policeman, I was making trouble just now. I apologize to you. Please pull over and let me out. I promise not to
Nonsense, I swear to God."
The police responded with a harmless smile, but this smile gave Wharton an extremely bad feeling.
"Sorry, dear Mr. Wharton, you have been suspected of obstructing official duties and must cooperate with us in the investigation."
puff
8BQ.
Wharton suddenly felt hopeless.
Wharton was arrested, and the hundreds of melon-eaters paying attention on the street could see clearly.
Smart people immediately realize that something is wrong and quickly stay away from the place of right and wrong.
After a while, the number of people watching the excitement dropped sharply, and within half an hour, the crowd completely dispersed.
Of course, there were also some curious people who flocked to several fast-food coffee shops at the street corner, ordered a cup of coffee, and stared at the street corner, ready to take a closer look.
Some people took a few photos and prepared to post them on the Internet to share with netizens, but the next second they were shocked.
Less than a second after the photo was posted, it was immediately deleted by the platform.
Post it again, delete it again, repeat it twice, and the warning from the platform will come back.
The photos you uploaded are suspected of being illegal. If you continue to upload them, we reserve the right to hold you accountable.