Campbell is an important leader of the "Angel of Death", an underground gang in London that specializes in selling marijuana and other narcotics. Normally, they wholesale marijuana and other narcotics produced in Eastern Europe from the mainland through underground channels, and then distribute them to small retail communities on their own territory in London for sale. But lately, their shipping channels have been hit by a lot of high-quality, low-cost cannabis.

Campbell was brought in to deal with the mysterious new organization, and a few months ago they negotiated a deal, and the "Angel of Death" ate all of the organization's supply at a price slightly lower than the wholesale price on the mainland, and the organization promised not to intervene in the wholesale and retail area. But the gang's big bosses are very interested in the organization's cannabis pipeline – a stable and high-quality cannabis supply channel that would be best if they were in their own hands?

They launched several tentative stalks and raids using small gangs, but nothing came of it......

At Malfoy Manor, Zambini leaned down and whispered a few words in Draco Malfoy's ear, who was sitting on the sofa chair. Draco's white-blond hair twitched slightly, "Confirmed?"

"Yes, Draco. Some evidence has been obtained by searching for the gods. ”

"Okay. Give them a lesson to forget! Muggle .........."

It's just that these little wizards are still a little tender, and before they can act, the marijuana warehouse that didn't hide it was raided. The Malfoy family was under the hands of several agents of the Muggle world, who had no idea that Malfoy was a wizarding nobleman, who had been shot dead in a warehouse, and the packaged marijuana had been looted. The little wizards had never killed anyone at all, and they looked terrified about it - fighting with an undead watermelon knife was not the same thing as killing a person with any weapon, including a wand, even if he was a Muggle. The young wizards even had the thought of backing down, "Draco, we've got a lot of money. It's time to stop. ”

Draco's response was to let the little wizard roll out of his study, and then he walked into the room himself, grabbed a few guns that were clearly from the Muggle world, and threw them to his two tall henchmen. "Let's go!"

Broomstick led the three of them to Campbell's door, "Invisibility Charm!" Draco pushed the door open and walked straight into the room with his henchmen. When Campbell didn't know what was going on, he used the Chicago typewriter in his hand to send half of the bullet in the drum into Campbell's body. Draco's face distorted, and his voice changed, "Let's go to the next one!"

The two followers, Crabbe and Goyle, didn't even dare to look at Malfoy's face - for the first time in their lives they had seen a man beaten into meat sauce by a Muggle weapon in front of them - and for the first time they felt the ferocity of a Muggle weapon...

Draco had become so tall and murderous in the eyes of these two fools, and they were now desperately prepared to die for Draco Malfoy—if they didn't want to die under Muggle weapons.

They had sent their names in the next few years—sure enough, they came from pure-blood wizard aristocratic families, and they quickly got used to it—but lowly Muggles, and nobles were not afraid to shed blood.

Once again, Scotland Yard was in a state of flux – the leaders of the "Angels of Death", a powerful gang in the London Region, whose leaders had been killed almost in a single day – were shot to death, and a few were even put to the wall and executed in a kind of execution.

"Muggle weapons far surpass wizarding spells......... At least if we recite the Avada Death Spell, firstly, we don't have enough magic and hatred, and secondly, we are likely to be monitored by the Ministry of Magic - so we are likely to go to Azkaban Prison, which is now like a sieve.......... but we use Muggle weapons, the Ministry of Magic cannot monitor us at all, and the Muggle police cannot detect our whereabouts. Malfoy said to the two henchmen in the room.

At this moment, the door opened. The elders of several grades walked in one by one, bent down and kissed the dragon ring on Draco's hand in a rather respectful manner, "Our Don Draco Malfoy......... they learned from Crabbe and Goyle..........

Harry Potter didn't get the title of "Don" like Malfoy, and it will take a little time for him to get that title. But he has also made a name for himself in the fight against motorbikes in Manchester, a huge market for cannabis in Lionhouse, but the gangs here are very xenophobic, led by the local motorbikers who control the roads. Harry, with Wesley, his peers and the juniors who had just been promoted to the second year, took advantage of the wizards' absolute superiority in mobility and concealment and intelligence abilities to implement group beating tactics against the backbone of the motorcycle gang - there were several leaders who were beaten into a coma every day by disguised slashing knives and undead sticks, and the Lion House relied on violence to penetrate the local forces, and attracted some small gangs to bulk goods for them. Hermione, out of the remnants of her friendship, also helped Harry come up with a few ideas - whoever stopped the hostility could also get a piece of the pie and get a good supply from the Lion House.........

The strength of the four halls is growing rapidly.

Faveniel saw everything in his eyes, and several projections in front of him showed a few disguised young wizards with skilful conversation with the local bulk gangs, pointing out bags of goods to different gangs. In other scenes, the inspectors skillfully roll up marijuana cigarettes and smoke them to check the quality of the goods. In their obsessive expressions—wizards were talking about money, Muggles were about blue smoke—and the sound from Faveniel's Castle was the Eagles' Hotel California: "On the dark and desolate road, the cool breeze blew my hair. Ritas' warm breath rose in the air. Looking up into the distance, the faint lights flickered. My mind became heavy. My vision was getting blurred. Must stop and look for a place to spend the night. And she was standing on the porch. I heard the bell ringing in my ears, and I thought to myself, 'Hell and Heaven are only one thought.' She lit a candle and led the way before me. Singing echoed deep in the hallway. I vaguely heard them singing...... 'Welcome to Hotel California, what a lovely place, such beautiful faces.' 'Hotel California has enough rooms to stay at any time of the year. Her heart was twisted by jewels, and she roared in a Mercedes, accompanied by handsome men, whom she called friends. In the courtyard they danced and sweated. Some people are for memories, and some people are begging to forget. So I called the foreman and asked me to get some wine. And he said that since 1969 we have not had any supply. The sounds were still heard in the distance. Wake you up in the middle of the night, and hear them speak. Welcome to Hotel California, what a lovely place, such a beautiful face. They were raving at the Hotel California, sweating profusely. This wonderful wonder gives you the reason for your fall. With a mirror embedded in the ceiling and pink champagne dipped in ice, she said, 'We are all prisoners here, in debt for our desires.' In the large room of the main hall, the people raised the fire of revelry, and they stabbed it with steel knives, but they could not kill the demon in their hearts. The only thing I remember is that I ran desperately to the gate, and I had to find my way back to where I came. But the janitor said, relax, we are naturally tempted. You can end it at any time, but you can never get rid of it. ”

The guy was half-lying in a rocking chair, a glass of rum in his hand, a smug smile on his lips - in the new picture, the ugly Voldemort sat on a coiled serpent, waving his wand, while the disguised Death Eaters below were still in a circle looking at their king. "A medieval brotherhood......... I'm looking forward to it. ”

PS There is actually a double change today!

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