Chapter 736
Mycroft observed these subtle changes very carefully.
He glanced at the British Royal Guards ornaments that were used as ornaments seemingly casually, "I cleaned the room some time ago. Sometimes without cleaning, you don't even know there is a lot of dust in the house."
"Those bugs, they always show up in a room when you're not looking."
"It's a headache."
The Prime Minister's face darkened. He held his head with disheveled hair and said in a deep voice, "Then you should know which blind spots to clean in order to find them."
Mycroft stretched out his hand, passed it in front of the Prime Minister's desk, rubbed his fingers, and said, "More often, it's because we are not careful."
Seeing this action, the Prime Minister looked very ugly.
There are actually those bugs in my office.
He raised his head and looked at how this minister, Mycroft, understood.
Mycroft smiled and stood up, walked to the bookshelf guard, and knocked the guard down as if by accident. He suddenly asked: "I remember you like the Bible, Prime Minister?"
“Yes, I go to church on my days off.”
After hearing what he said, Mycroft took out a Bible, placed it on the table and slowly pushed it over.
"I like a sentence very much," he put his hand on the Bible, pointed his finger at it and pushed it to the Prime Minister, saying meaningfully, "The way to salvation lies in it."
Mycroft turned to leave, and the Prime Minister slowly opened the book.
A CD is sitting there.
He closed it without changing his expression.
It looks like the war against wizards will be put on the back burner.
The real war is within.
When the Prime Minister returned home, he rummaged around and after confirming that there was no surveillance equipment, he put the disc into the drive.
As the disc spins in the computer.
The Prime Minister understood that this represented Mycroft's position and was also a signal that he did not want to start a war.
After becoming Prime Minister, he never knew that there were far more problems internally than externally.
…
It rains a lot in London.
The rain pounded on the umbrella.
Two black umbrellas stood in front of the station.
"Are you proving to me, Watson?" Mycroft calmly looked at some hurried passers-by nearby, "How much do you know about the list that even the government doesn't know about?"
Under the umbrella next to him, Watson held a bottle of soda in his hand and drank from a straw. He shrugged and said, "Some business matters, they prefer to tell their financial managers."
"Every year, more than a billion pounds flow to foreign countries, and then flow back from the outside," Watson said as the glass bottle in his hand bottomed out. "It would take me half a minute to explain to you, but this amount of money only costs In twenty seconds it can be turned into legal currency and enter those people’s pockets.”
"This is a huge chain of interests," Mycroft turned to look at Watson and asked, "For you, it is best to have it in your hands."
"Mycroft, do you know why I like to deal with you?" Watson put the bottle into his pocket and put one hand in his pocket, "Because you know how much I value my family."
"To you, that may be a big deal, but to me, it's just to reduce my son's enemies."
Following Watson's actions, the pedestrians around him stopped.
Watson walked forward, "I welcome you to dine at the Continental Hotel at any time. A neon chef with very good skills has come to London."
He walked into the crowd, and the crowd began to move again, making him disappear.
Mycroft watched the crowd gradually disappear, unable to tell which people were from the hotel.
"Family?"
Thinking of his brother, Mycroft suddenly felt that he felt the same as Watson.
No matter when or where, family is the weakness of people like them.
"If you offend these people, your situation will become difficult, Watson."
Mycroft turned and left. He still needed to clean up for the government.
Having ulterior motives has never been the standard for people like them.
It depends on whether it is of any use to you.
The United States is worried that others will enjoy the fruits of victory, and can't wait to sail towards the ocean.
That unknown fruit, is it a forbidden fruit or a poisonous apple.
It all depends on the strength that the wizard can show.
"John Wick."
Mycroft wanted to know what kind of person this underground president was, the son he wanted to protect even at the cost of a huge chain of interests.
What kind of status should it have among wizards?
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An island in the Atlantic Ocean.
It was named the Magic Crystal Mine.
Sitting cross-legged on the shore, Neville opened a lunch box.
There were three Big Mac sandwiches inside. With a happy smile on his face, he picked up a sandwich and put it in his mouth and took a bite.
Looking up, warships appeared on the coastline one after another.
This place does not belong to any country, that is to say.
Warships from any country can arrive here.
Neville ate his sandwich in a few bites and put his hand on the hilt of his sword.
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Chapter 748 Bullets, Magic
The war is about to begin.
No.
It's already started.
A warship came to this magic crystal island, and their war began.
Any resources on this island have been included in the United States list without warning.
wizard?
Surrender or die.
Easy and efficient.
The well-equipped soldiers thought so, as did their commanders.
The wizard was discussing the ship opposite.
"Is that the iron wand on TV? It looks a little different."
"I remember TV's iron wand not being that long."
Thanks to the advent of Magic TV, wizards have a better understanding of the outside world.
Of course, only for those wizards who live in the magical world.
Muggle-born wizards naturally understood that the weapon in question was a gun.
Facing the army, they were also frightened.
"Negotiate first, or fight first?"
Cedric looked at the many sandbags behind him. This time he brought a lot of cursed sand.
As the commander this time, Percy has actually never commanded a war.
Fortunately, there is a deputy commander here, Kim Ledisley.
As a mixed-race wizard born in the United States, he has no psychological pressure at all to do such things to the United States.
"Looking at their posture, they seem to be preparing to attack us by landing on the island." Jin analyzed, "Their goal is the magic crystal mine, so naturally they will not aim to destroy it."
"Does anyone know their number?"
"I'm going to take a look." Malfoy rode up on his broomstick and glanced over. "There are about three warships with about 2,000 people."
To deal with wizards, to dispatch such a large scale, we really have some experience.
The sparse population of wizards is a flaw. If they weren't worried about damaging those priceless magic crystal mines, they wouldn't even need to come in person. Just a few planes could destroy the wizards.
These people are all soldiers with combat experience and have received some training before arriving.
Percy looked at the approaching warship and held his wand to his throat.
"Sonorus"
Casting a loud spell on himself, Percy warned: "You have entered Ministry territory, please leave as soon as possible."
His voice was conveyed to the warship through the sound of the wind.
The people on the warship were amused, as if they were watching Percy's joke.
Continue closer to the island.
After repeating this three times, Percy lowered his wand.
"I feel like a fool." As calm as he was, he was also a little annoyed after being ignored.
"They don't take us seriously at all," Cedric laughed. "That's good news."
"Let them land on the island," said Percy, "and hope they won't regret it."
When the warship touched the island's land, Percy issued another warning.
But these warnings fell on deaf ears.
"Is everything recorded?" Percy finished what he had to do and looked at the woman in green clothes.
Rita Skeeter gave Percy a wink, indicating that it was all recorded.
From the appearance of warships to the landing on the island.
Including Percy's warning and the other party's ignoring the warning.
It was all captured on a wizard's camcorder and a Muggle video recorder.
The evidence is now conclusive.
Percy looked at Malfoy, "Go let them fire the first shot."
Malfoy said dissatisfied: "Why me?"
Why you? Don’t you have any idea?
Percy didn't want to be too straightforward, but Fleur didn't mind and said, "Because you have the best ability."
Malfoy felt that he had been praised, but also felt that he had not been praised.
I have to say that the art of language is so wonderful.
Malfoy walked down with a swagger as if he didn't recognize his relatives.
As the commander of this operation, Gavin said that he had never seen such an arrogant person.
"Hey, you guys," Malfoy walked to a sign that said 'International Federation of Wizards' and patted it, "don't you know the words?"
Gavin: "..."
Percy: "..."
Soldier:"……"
"Sir, I want to shoot. I don't know why, I just want to shoot."
