"God forbid! certainly not chemical weapons. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Did they really send out bombers?"

"I don't want to look at the photos. ”

"I really want to look at Resident Evil. ”

"That's impossible, and even if there is, there is no need to send the Air Force. The Army's firepower is more than capable of blowing them back into their wombs, and it seems that the zombies don't know how to properly add companions. ”

Suddenly, the stereo rang with a bell.

"Scarecrow, long time no see. What have you been up to lately?"

"I saw the truth of the world and made a choice. ”

"What?"

"There are no mysterious organizations, aliens, government conspiracies at all. The government is also a wretched worm, and what we find is nothing more than what the government has long appropriated, and the truth no one can know, because he who knows will never remember what he knows. ”

The sentence was tongue-twisting, and no one responded.

"We live in a false world, a world that is artificially and deliberately shown to us. ”

Someone will speak.

"You're crazy for the Matrix. Then the man added, "But it's also possible that we're a program." ”

"No, we are real, and so is our world. But there are people who hide the world as it is, and I was fortunate enough to see it, and I was fortunate enough to meet some like-minded people. Soon you will also know that they are God, who will guide us out of the sea of suffering, from disease, from war, from famine, and even from eternal life. ”

"I don't quite understand, what are you talking about, scarecrow?"

"It's okay, one day you'll understand. He was silent for a moment, "Where's the scythe?" ”

"Sleep, I guess. ”

The people in the chat room seemed to be stunned by the words of this scarecrow, and no one spoke for a long time.

The mouse on the screen suddenly moved, and it began to search for computer files at a rapid pace. Soon a specific number of files is retrieved.

A remote file message box appears, the file is quickly transferred, and in a short time the progress bar is a third of the way away.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

The sleeping man woke up suddenly, knocked over an old beer can next to him, and spilled cigarette ash and cigarette butts all over the ground.

"Holy!" he glanced at the already dirty floor, closed his eyes and lit a cigarette, exhaling a smoke ring comfortably, and looking at the screen with his eyes open.

"What's going on!" he hurriedly grabbed the cigarette in his mouth, his hands darting to the keyboard.

The knock on the door sounded again, more hurried than the last.

"You son of a bitch, you want to steal my things. As he spoke, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The prompt for the completion of the file transfer sounded, and he froze. A text box pops up on the screen with a sentence appearing on it.

"I'm sorry, Scythe, you shouldn't have gotten this document. Soon though, you'll be relieved, and maybe they'll give you a very good memory. Farewell!"

The knock on the door was very loud, it was almost slamming the door with a fist, and the people outside seemed to not stop hearing a response, and the sound was incessant.

"Who!" he shouted, more to vent.

The documents that I had worked hard to get all day were stolen like this.

"FedEx. ”

He still didn't come back to his senses, and slowly got up, his eyes still fixed on the screen. When he came to the door, as soon as he opened the door, the red light flashed, and he collapsed to the ground.

Two skinny men outside the door, holding their wands, pointed at him.

"It's standard procedure, a lot of Muggles in America have guns," a bearded wizard said to his companions, "so we usually subdue them first." If the target refuses to open the door, be sure to use the Iron Armor Charm to force their way in. It's not a good feeling to get shot, but the Iron Charm can bounce bullets back to kill the target, which means writing a lot of reports. ”

He said helplessly.

"Shot, javelin?" asked his companion, confused.

"No, a weapon that can hurt you. With a wave of his wand, the mustache moved the man to a chair, "Pureblood?"

"Half and half. ”

"Then you don't know guns, it's rare. Bazihu shrugged, "Talking about business, when revising memories." Note the following: First, it is necessary to ensure that the memories of the wizarding world are completely erased, even if it causes irreversible damage to the target. Secondly, if there are a lot of memories involved in the wizarding world, after deleting the memories, implant a fake memory in him. You don't have to be very smart, you just have a voice, just do it. ”

The latter nodded.

"The people from the Russian Department of International Cooperation said that there is a document in the computer, you go and delete it. By the way, clean up all the things in the room, lest he have several portions, and we will have to come again. ”

The tip of Mustache's wand lit up with a spot of light, and he turned his wrist slightly.

"It's not too much trouble," he said, "and it's all over the place!"

Another wizard stood in the middle of the room, raised his wand, and shouted, "Disappear!"

Computers, all kinds of garbage, books, newspapers, etc. disappeared all at once. The whole room became empty, which can be described as the four walls of the house.

"I'm doing this soon, huh?" the mustache frowned, "Yesterday you were robbed and your home was emptied, so it's very appropriate." ”

The two men checked again, made sure nothing was missing, closed the door and left the room.

Walking outside, the two chatted.

"I'm Muggle-born," he said, "I'm familiar with Muggle stuff." This time Russia was in great trouble, and I heard that dozens of Yin corpses had rushed into the city. ”

"Dozens? I've heard thousands. ”

"Hell, thousands of those Russians have been calling for help for a long time. Like a big brother, he patted his companion on the shoulder, "You have to analyze it yourself." The Yin Corps are afraid of fire and light, but that doesn't destroy them. The Yin Corpse is summoned by black magic, and it is very troublesome to destroy. I suspect that the Russian Ministry of Magic is merely trapping them so that they don't cause trouble. The best way to deal with them is to destroy the summoner. May Merlin bless you, those Aurors move quickly. Otherwise, maybe we'll have to run around. ”

"I think it's better to do things outside than to sit in an office. His gaze swept over the bustling streets.

"When you're my age, you won't—" Before he could finish speaking, a huge fireball fell from the sky, smashing into the apartment they had just left.

Half of the building was instantly flooded with flames, and if they had come out a few minutes late, the two of them shuddered. Before they could react, the flames began to morph, transforming into a horde of fire-making beasts: Thestrals, Hippogriffs, and Fire Dragons. They left the building and rushed into the sky.

Only then did they see a flying car in the sky, fighting with two people riding broomsticks. High above the sea in this coastal city, it is like a creature with beautiful wings, soaring.

However, the car moved very slowly, and seemed to be facing invisible resistance.

"GO BACK TO MACUSA AND INFORM THE MINISTER OF SECURITY, MERLIN'S BEARD!" THE MUSTACHE CAME BACK TO HIS SENSES AND IMMEDIATELY YELLED AT HIS COMPANION.

"W-okay, I'll go. Immediately, he was apparitioned.