Woolworth Building, New York City.

Built in 1913, this skyscraper was the tallest 55-storey building in the world at the time and was also home to the Magical Congress of the United States.

With the right spell cast at its gates, it will be possible to enter a space for wizards.

Inside, there are floors at least twice as long as the building's appearance, and each floor is busy. Yes, it's usually very busy, and it's definitely gotten busier lately.

At this moment, it is 9 o'clock in London time, and it is only 4 o'clock in the morning in New York. However, the situation is tense at the moment, and there is no doubt that not many people are still in the mood to go to sleep.

On the very top floor of the building, in the spacious conference room, the large oval tables were already filled with people. And in terms of the recent frequent attacks, almost all those who are qualified to speak here have already expressed their opinions.

Zoe is also an employee of the Magical Congress, and in fact, with her position, it is even more difficult to speak here than to ascend to the sky. She was able to sit here and listen because of her duty.

At the end of the day, she was just a copywriter for the Archives Department, and sometimes she would take on the role of a note-taker in important situations, as she is now.

She seemed to carefully control the quill pen for the meeting shorthand, and without missing a word, she observed everyone here boredly.

Among the wizards sitting around the conference table, there are all sorts of big names. The expressions of the men were different, and their views on the attack were somewhat different.

Guys who have harmed their own interests because of this will naturally show exponential enthusiasm and try to dispose of the matter as soon as possible while securing their own money and rights.

And those who have nothing to do with their own interests, generally don't care much about the development of things. What they are thinking about is more about how to take this opportunity to eliminate their opponents.

Of course, there are some wizards who, like her copywriter, are a bit idle. She knew these people well, because they were undoubtedly the ones who had no desire for the possibility of promotion.

Well, if you want to ask Zoe if she has thought about promotion or something, I'm afraid she can only smile perfunctorily.

To be honest, she actually has some kind of unique competitive advantage, because she is naturally more gifted with Spiritual Inspiration than other wizards. But helplessly, she herself hated it.

Because she always can't control her own abilities, she will inadvertently read the inner thoughts of others from time to time. Even if it was only a superficial mind, it would cause her a lot of trouble.

Because of this, she has not yet found a suitable boyfriend.

There is a saying among the Maji, saying that it is a woman who is too smart and it is always not easy to capture the sincerity of a man. Zoe kept thinking, maybe this sentence is the same in the wizarding world, right?

She poked the quill with her wand and told it to dip itself in the inkwell, for the "big guys" seemed to have been silent for some time.

Zoe understood the reason why those guys were silent - just now, the president of Congress, Ms. Oprah, questioned and left everyone speechless.

“…… So, is it too long since the last disaster? What do you think of war? ”

Zoe can do justice to the chairwoman in her heart — she believes that Ms. Oprah is indeed a down-to-earth president of Congress, a competent chairman.

But to be honest, it's useless to be down-to-earth. Ms. Oprah is usually very aggressive, but when it comes time to make a decision, she seems a little unsatisfactory.

She was able to maintain it while the entire American wizarding world was running steadily, but at a time like this, she was obviously a little less than able to listen to and speak.

The reason why the big men were silent was not because of the sonority of Ms. Oprah's questioning, but because she didn't have any good ideas herself—a point that was clear to everyone.

After that, a long time passed, and this inexplicably boring meeting finally came to an end.

Zoe poked the quill with her wand to let it wipe the ink off the tip of the pen itself, while she waved her wand to copy several copies of the parchment scroll of the meeting minutes with a copy charm.

After a series of routine preparations were completed, such as handing in, retaining, and distributing, she slowly left the large meeting room of Congress with a few rolls of parchment.

No one would rush her, because her job was done. Although all congressional staff members were ordered not to leave their posts while the emergency plan was activated, she didn't care.

In a short period of time, the meeting will not be held again, and she, the copywriter, can go back to the office and sleep well.

She wasn't worried about the attack at all—her grandfather had long since died, and the grandmother who had always been very fond of her had just happened to go abroad to save her family; As for her parents...... Those two old husbands and wives who were not very serious all day long had set off to play with Tibetan snowmen in an oriental country as early as the day she just graduated!

If she had to worry about anything, she might be even more worried about the irresponsible couple who would freeze to death in the deep mountains and snow forests if they were not careful!

Passing by other colleagues she knew and didn't know, Zoe took the magic elevator and got back to her office.

Unlike her, there are five colleagues in her office, and the other four are clearly more motivated than her. At this critical moment, most of them are running around outside, redoubling their efforts for their dying career.

Because of this, she is the only one in the office at this time.

She placed the contents in her arms in the basket of papers to be processed, and then walked straight to the staff lounge in the corner of the office, where she leisurely cooked hot eggnog.

Of course, alcohol is not allowed in the office, but who cares so much in a laid-back position like Zoe's?

As she cooked, she sat down on a chair beside her, squinting and dozing off. After all, no matter what, it was still early in the morning, and it was too boring to record the meeting, so she felt a little soft.

Sitting in a chair and smelling the scent of milk mixed with cream, she unconsciously recalled the day she had just graduated and joined the company.

Actually, it wasn't that long, almost a year and a half ago.

In fact, Zoe wasn't unenthusiastic about the workplace from the start. At first, like other newcomers, she secretly rejoiced that she had been given a job with the Magical Congress of the United States.

But it didn't take long for her to find that she hated those workplace struggles without gunpowder from the bottom of her heart.

Because of her special abilities, she is extremely sensitive to other people's minds. Which person is wrong and which person is hiding evil, she knows it very well in her heart.

When she found that she couldn't find a colleague around her who could be as close to her classmates and friends as she was at school, she became less interested.

Zoe is a beautiful girl who has been likable since she was a child. No need to ask, even after she joined the job, there were many seemingly handsome and funny men who talked to her.

However, she only felt that she wanted to vomit......

Just as she was becoming a little dazed in the rich milky aroma, she was suddenly woken up by a soft sound.

"You...... Who are you? ”

She opened her eyes and saw the wizard walking to the center of the office.

“……”

The other party stared at her without saying a word for a while, and suddenly a terrible black mist surged from her body, and it burst towards Zoe's side.

Zoe knew that this time she was saved by her own talent. Although she was usually tired of this annoying talent, now she expressed her sincere gratitude for it.

Just a second before the other party turned into black mist and rushed at a rapid pace, Zoe struggled to avoid the terrifying blow.

"Boom!"

Taking advantage of the other party's collision with the wall of the rest area, Zoe hurriedly got up, shook off her steps and ran to the door. As she ran, she kept her only vigilance as she stared back at the bulging black mist.

Because she found that even if the other party was a black mist, she could sense the other party's superficial voice from it.

Since she has this only advantage, where can she easily let it go? The black mist was so fast that she gave up the idea of fighting back with a spell. She has only one thought now, and that is to run!

As long as you can get out of the office, you may be safe.

However, just as her fingertips were about to touch the doorknob, she immediately threw herself to the left with a hard slam on the long file next to her, still staring back at the other party.

Immediately after, she heard a loud bang behind her.

Regardless of the sharp pain in her ribs, Zoe reluctantly turned over and looked back, only to find that the black mist had directly smashed through the door of the office and rushed into the corridor outside.

"Okay......" she thought, "whether I go out or he goes out—it's okay if someone goes out!" ”

But then another question arises: how did that guy get in?

Undoubtedly, it was one of the attackers in this recent series of dangerous incidents.

She didn't care how the other party's inexplicably powerful power came from, she cared more about how the other party got into the heavily guarded Capitol building?

Just as Zoe sat down on the edge of the long case and felt a little palpitation, the silent man who had infiltrated the Woolworth building went on a rampage in the hallway, and finally slammed open the window and flew out of the building.

At this moment, Maca, who had just arrived at the entrance to Jackson Square, suddenly turned her head and looked at the flash of fire that suddenly appeared in the night.

Under the heavy moonlight, that scene is particularly clear.