A tall man stood in the room, accompanied by a little ape that was soon dispatched away, when a red light turned on in a strange device with a map of Britain on top of it. The man was of Asian descent, and had marked Chinese traits. He was wearing a golden, East-style, suit and a typical Chinese cap. From under the cap, a long braid of dark haired fell to the height of his waist. His eyes were green, and he had grown a thin, very long moustache, which fell slightly off his chin. He was the nefarious Dr Fu Manchu, President of the Council of the Seven of the Si-Fan.
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Dr. Fu Manchu smiled, pleased, while looking at his strategic map of Britain. His master plan to seize control of London had succeeded without a single inconvenience. Now that the main focus of power had been taken, as well as a good portion of southern coast, the rest of the country stood astonished and confused, unable to react before the hordes of minions that slowly occupied every single town of the English countryside without meeting any resistance at all. All was going according to the Doctor’s plans.
As he had foreseen, the Eriksson wave devices located in all radio stations hadn’t been found yet, and nobody would realise before he turned all Britain into mere slaves of the Si-Fan. Through those devices, brain waves were nullified of those people without appropriate protection, which only the Si- Fan had, thus allowing the Si-Fan to take over and even brainwash their brand-new subjects.
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“Honourable Mr. President, our operation is meeting trouble in China.”-a high-rank member of the Si-Fan hurried into the chamber accompanied by a Burmese eunuch slave carrying a pile of reports.
“You shall not worry, Mr. Tchang. I knew that our homeland wasn’t fit for this operation, and thus I focused the efforts in our London-based headquarters”-quietly said Dr. Fu Manchu.
“With all respect, Mr. President, China was targeted as a top priority, this shall reach the council!”
“Impulsive you are, Mr Tchang. I am afraid that you obviously don’t grasp the whole meaning of our moves. We aim to conquer and subdue the industrial might of Europe, Britain first as main financial power, to more easily regain our homeland for us.”
“I will send Num-Pai with a message, immediately, Mr President. Don’t try to resist the arrest to which I am submitting you since now.”- Mr Tchang drew a pistol from under his Chinese-styled suit and took aim at Dr Fu Manchu.
“Now, now. You have shown yourself unable to carry on with your heavy responsibilities and duties of the Si-Fan. Num-Pai!”-and Dr Fu Manchu clapped once. The Burmese eunuch grabbed Mr Tchang from behind and shook his arms to make him drop the weapon, which was fired at Dr Fu Manchu after hitting the ground. Surprisingly, the bullet vanished into thin air in the middle of its flight.
“Eriksson fields, Mr Tchang. Num-Pai, behead him.”
Num-Pai left the room, dragging Mr Tchang. Num-Pai broke Tchang’s arms and drew the sword before leaving. Dr Fu Manchu heard a scream coming from a nearby room when Num-Pai carried out his command.
Dr Fu Manchu smiled again, while twirling the end of his long, thin moustache between his fingers.