A bloody slaughter began in October and continued until the end of October.

Next, the fourth, fifth, and sixth cases followed.

The deceased lost their spleen, liver, and kidneys.

Compared to the other few times, the location of the body dumping in the sixth incident was very secretive and not as blatant as before.

What does the killer seem to be experimenting with?

But before the police at Scotland Yard could come up with a reason.

Seventh, eighth, ninth, tenth.

London in October is like hell. The smell of blood filled the place.

The police at Scotland Yard were crazy and tired, and they were busy for half a month, and they were about to turn over the whole of London, but there was no clue at all.

Is the murderer really a devil as rumored?

Without a trace, moonless night, after a cruel feast, only heaps of disgusting scraps of meat remained.

It's November.

Starting this month.

The killer seems to have stopped his murder and there have been no more witnesses to the murder.

Almost everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

But only the police officers at Scotland Yard are becoming more and more sensitive. The atmosphere in the hall had dropped to freezing point.

Although they are not receiving reports about the murder.

But from November onwards, there were about 90 precincts across London. Including the municipal police department, they have successively received reports of disappearances of various people.

The number is increasing day by day.

The crisis has not abated at all, but has become more and more serious, and the depression is breathless!

...

10 Downing Street, Prime Minister's Office.

Mr. Huck grimaced and patient, listening to the funny-dressed middle-aged woman in front of him, explaining the current state of affairs carefully.

"Anyway, that's it, the London attack was committed by a group of wizards from other countries, and the British Ministry of Magic has sent the Aurors to search for the murderer. You are responsible for cooperating with us. ”

"Bang!"

Suddenly, there was a loud bang in the quiet office.

It was the sound of Mr. Huck smashing the table.

can push this famous good old man to such a point. I have to say that this incident is too big.

The House of Commons has convened several emergency sessions in succession, and the opposition has united with backbenchers to prepare a vote of no confidence in him.

Once the vote passes, he will not have the face to sit in this position again.

"21 British citizens, 21 !!"

"I don't care if your so-called Minister Fudge is stupid or if he doesn't care about the British people at all."

"I warn you, all of you. Immediately make every effort to track down the real culprit, and give me, the queen, and the British people an explanation as soon as possible. ”

Mr. Huck roared angrily throughout the office.

Even Sir Humphrey, who had always stumbled Mr. Prime Minister, was frightened by this scene.

He squirmed his lips and pretended to arrange his tie to hide his panicked heart.

"Enough!"

Dressed in a plush pink cardigan, a woman with wide, flabby skin suddenly let out a girlish roar.

Then she raised her head, stared at Mr. Huck, and said with a smile, "You should respect the Ministry of Magic, and you should respect Minister Fudge. ”

"Humph!"

This annoying woman kept teasing the nerves of everyone present.

Mr. Huck sneered, "Respect is earned by myself, and with the incompetence shown by the Ministry of Magic, it is difficult to earn my respect. ”

"Shut up!"

Umbridge's voice was shrivelled, and her flabby-skinned face flushed with her violent mood swings.

She drew her wand, like a cat with its tail stepped on, and shouted in her trademark high-pitched voice, "Don't provoke the Ministry of Magic again and again, and don't provoke me." ”

"You lowly Muggle, I..."

Before she could finish speaking, the door to the prime minister's office was kicked open.

Mr. Bond barged in with a pistol and led a team of elite agents in.

"Ma'am, put down your wand."

"How dare you—" Umbridge's voice was interrupted again, but this time it was a 9mm bullet that interrupted her.

The sound of gunpowder bursting resounded throughout the Prime Minister's office.

The bullet hit her wrist instantly.

Accompanied by Umbridge's screams, and the footsteps of several agents behind Bond.

They pounced quickly, took out the special mouth plug from their waists, and shoved it directly into her mouth.

After that, special eye patches and earplugs once again deprived her of sight and hearing.

One of the agents skillfully took out an injection needle, and several people worked together to control her body, and the tranquilizer was immediately inserted into her arm.

The cooperation of several people is quick and sophisticated, and it is obvious that this is not the first time that they dare to do such a thing.

But this is the first time a wizard has been captured.

It's all just between the lights and the fire.

As the commander, Mr. Bond's face is still cold, but everyone can see that there is irrepressible joy hidden under the coldness.

In a head-on clash with the wizards, the War Department has practiced theories countless times. But this is not comparable to a real combat in any way.

This time, it proves that wizards are not invincible, their bodies are not indestructible in the face of modern firepower, and as long as they lose their wands, most wizards are almost unavoidable.

This is explained in detail in the information that Anthony sent to the Prime Minister.

"The containment operation was successful!" Mr. Bond, commanding the men, captures Umbridge alive.

They put the person on a prepared stretcher with their limbs firmly fastened.

Carried out.

She will be greeted by a secret prison located in MI6.

Just below the headquarters building, there were no lights, no sounds, nothing but air.

Absolute loneliness, absolute safety.

Prisoners in custody lose the concept of time even in a day.

"Sir, I have to warn you that it is very dangerous for you to do this." Mr. Humphrey on the side couldn't stand it anymore, he looked at the figure of Mr. Bond and his elite agents leaving, turned sideways to face the Prime Minister, and said in a threatening tone.

"Oh! Forget it! Humphrey, do I still have to make a detailed report on the action, and then submit it to the Cabinet for deliberation, and finally send it to the House of Commons for approval? ”

"The leader of the people is the one who needs to make quick, unquestionable, and decisive judgments in times of crisis." Mr. Huck waved his hand, blocking the cliché Humphrey was about to utter.

"You're right, I couldn't agree more, and then what? Have you ever considered the so-called retaliation of the Ministry of Magic? ”

"Revenge?" Mr. Huck stared, stunned for a moment, but soon he reacted and pretended to be calm, "Will you?" ”

"Huh!"

Sir Humphrey smiled slightly, said nothing, picked up the stack of papers in his hand, and got up to leave.