Prologue: Terror Prelude
During the time from 1970 to 1997, there was a terrorist bomb attack almost every year in London, and almost every attack is accompanied by heavy casualties and atrocious economic loss, and at 11:17 on June 15th, Corporation Street in the centre of Manchester was ruined by a 1500-kilogram lorry bomb in an enormous bang, causing more than 500 injuries or death, and the executor IRA (Irish Republic Army) should have used their old trick, setting up a bomb which is extremely hard to defuse and call the police to evacuate civilians an hour or 90 minutes before they detonate it in order to keep their own “Image of Justice” and avoid causing public repugnance.
But this time, they just “should have used”.
Sometimes tea drinkers will take things more seriously than vodka drinkers when they got angry.
December 25th,1990 Belfast, North Ireland
“Check time.” With the soft rustling of clothes, a male with east London accent breaks the long last silent.
“Twelve thirteen.” Here goes an answer, from southern Wales, with the thickness of the huge splash that great surges crash onto the southern coastline cliffs.
But this time, they just “should have used”.
Sometimes tea drinkers will take things more seriously than vodka drinkers when they got angry.
December 25th,1990 Belfast, North Ireland
“Check time.” With the soft rustling of clothes, a male with east London accent breaks the long last silent.
“Twelve thirteen.” Here goes an answer, from southern Wales, with the thickness of the huge splash that great surges crash onto the southern coastline cliffs.
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