"This... this step is too big, there's no way they'll agree!" Tom exclaimed.

"If they don't agree now, the terms will be harsher next time."

Sara calmly said, "After the Delhi incident, their credibility has already collapsed. Europe is watching, Scotland is watching, the whole world is watching. They can't afford to delay, nor can they be strong. We must seize this opportunity, and drive our demands into the core of the political agenda, in the clearest, most uncompromising manner."

She stood up and walked to the England map on the wall, which had already been marked with different colored pins for many communities and towns.

"London thinks they're bargaining with a 'protest leader.' We must make them understand that they're facing a new England growing from the grassroots. This England doesn't want charity, it wants power. It doesn't seek reform, it seeks rebirth."

She turned around, her gaze sweeping over her companions:

"Prepare the recording equipment, prepare contingency plans for if they turn hostile. But more importantly, prepare our 'story'—about why a nurse, a miner, a teacher, and a single mother want to stand up and demand change for this country. The audience for this story is not just London, but every ordinary person in front of a TV, beside a radio."

Recognition flashed in Allen's eyes, as he quickly took notes.

He realized that Sara was growing at an astonishing speed, starting to transcend being a mere organizer and evolving into a political strategist. The "guidance" from Hydra is certainly important, but the vitality of the soil itself is key. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Hydra is... the mentor of the rebels!

Sara added, "Appropriately leak the news of our contact with London. No details, just a sentence: the 'English Congress' will have dialogue with government representatives. Let the media guess, let the people discuss. Return the pressure to London."

Mexico City, "Feathered Serpent Temple" top floor

The Olympic events are drawing to a close, but the "events" here seem to never end.

Victor stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a comprehensive report on the final casualties and losses of the Delhi Commonwealth Games that had just been delivered. The report concluded with a summary of global major media headlines and public sentiment analysis.

"Forty-one confirmed dead athletes, over a hundred severely injured and with long-term effects. Direct economic losses estimated to exceed 8 billion US Dollars, with India's international image and tourism bookings projected to fall by more than 60% in the next three years. Gujral's government officially resigned, and domestic turmoil is intensifying." Bramo summarized, "The Commonwealth system is nominally existent, with over half the member countries publicly or privately expressing reconsideration of their membership."

Casare grinned: "Now Ah San shouldn't say 'third in the world,' it'll do well just to manage their cattle at home. Boss, your line 'India needs three thousand more years to reach civilization' has become the hottest quote on global social media, even the BBC quoted it!"

Victor put the report down: "Just a joke, India was never our main competitor, not even a competitor. It is merely... a cautionary tale, reminding the world of the endpoint of the old path."

He walked to the giant world map, his finger tracing over Europe: "The Delhi incident has accelerated the anxiety and choices of the Europeans. How many new cooperation requests have we received?"

Bramo brought up the data: "In the past 72 hours, encrypted cooperation intentions from core businesses and financial institutions in France, Germany, Italy, and Spain have increased by 220%. They are mainly concentrated on quantum computing applications, new energy infrastructure, new cross-border financial channels, and... 'social stability and crisis management technology support'—seeing the chaos in England and India, they've gotten a bit scared."

"Fear is good."

Victor said blandly, "Fear drives them to seek shelter. Tell Reinhard that the 'Spring Planting' in Europe can enter a new phase. Move from simply inciting dissatisfaction to providing 'solutions'—our solutions. Through those think tanks, media, and 'friendly' politicians, begin systematically promoting 'post-nation-state local autonomy models,' 'blockchain-based community governance tools,' 'Mexico-style efficient public management outsourcing services.' Sell the concepts."

"In England, Sara Kent's contact with London is about to begin." Bramo reported, "The Hydra Group will ensure the dialogue proceeds 'smoothly' and that the results are directed in the direction we hope. McTavish in Scotland sits steady, the Golden Document Sword of Damocles hangs above, London doesn't dare not feed him."

"Ask McTavish to be a bit more generous."

"Don't be so damn stingy!"

Victor thought, "Hint to him that he could 'consider' not disclosing part of the core content of the Golden Document at an 'appropriate time,' in exchange for London adopting a 'more flexible attitude' on the Wales and Northern Ireland issue. What we want is not Scotland standing alone, but the British Isles blooming widely, hollowing out London's center completely."

"What about the English Congress? If they really reach some kind of constitutional reform agreement with London?" Casare asked.

"Then help them 'perfect' the agreement." Victor's lips curled slightly, "Provide constitutional draft experts, provide technical support for local elections, provide 'transitional financial management consulting.' We want the new England Parliament to carry our genes from the moment it's born. Remember, we don't want to occupy England, but to turn it into a vast market and backyard that's open to us, where the rules are partly our making."

He returned to the table and picked up another document, a preparation brief on the Olympic closing ceremony.

"The Olympics are about to end, the flame will be extinguished, but what we want the world to remember is not the flame itself, but the power that ignited the flame, the order and capability that presented this event." Victor looked at Bramo and Casare.

"In the closing ceremony, make a short, high-quality summary video. The focus is not on the gold medals, but on our city, our technology, our organization, our people's smiling faces. The ending can include a sentence: Thank you world for coming to Mexico, this is one possibility of the future. Then, black screen with our national emblem and a small line: the next future, created together."

"Understood!" Bramo quickly noted down.

"An era always passes, and always arrives!"