His ancestral home is in Ireland; his hatred for the British is profound and passed down through generations. When he was young, his grandmother often took out the family genealogy and told him that worse than any natural disaster is the arrival of the British.
Thus, every time he went to the UK for business, he refused to eat British cuisine, preferring to go to Indian restaurants to eat mush—even though the mush was indeed tastier than British food.
But from a higher perspective of civilizational competition, every region's Earth population is potentially fertile ground for Players.
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London time, 4:38:53 AM.
There are seven seconds left until the arrival of the crimson alert.
At this moment, the British elites in the Whitehall's underground bunkers silently prayed;
The old-money families in their private shelters tightened alloy blast doors over two meters thick;
Young people under the dazzling lights of bars and nightclubs continued to sway to the music;
