Chapter 675 The decisive battle at the end of the century--the invisible war 13
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Hen Kun De Guo San Sui
The middle-aged man in the Skunk Team discovered that Clayton Hilbert was lying on the ground at this time, and even blood was left on the ground. Then he made a gesture and quietly went out with B1. .
As the captain of the Skunk Team, the middle-aged man has no shirking responsibility for such dangerous matters. As the leader of Team B and the deputy captain of the Skunk Team, b1 has no objections to this matter.
What's more, as the two oldest people in the team, it would be hard for them to leave dangerous pathfinding matters like this to those younger than them in the team.
Although the other members of the Skunk Team were worried, they had no room to resist this matter. All they could do was to say that it would be safest, and everyone aimed their weapons at Clay. Hilbert's body to prevent accidents.
As for the middle-aged man and B1 who went out to confirm that the enemy had been killed, they were even more cautious. The middle-aged man fixed the shield on his left arm, leaving both hands free to hold up the weapon in his hand, and he was even very cautious. Put an iron armor spell on yourself.
B1 was firmly grasping the middle-aged man's shoulder, while his other hand was grasping the weapon in his hand and aiming at Clayton Hilbert who was lying on the ground.
The two of them moved forward cautiously, fearing that something might happen, but it was obvious that Clayton Hilbert had completely disappeared.
At this point, the two of them approached the body of Clayton Hilbert. As the captain, the middle-aged man kicked Clayton Hilbert hard on the man's ancestral weakness. Something determined later.
The middle-aged man who was the captain even shot Clayton Hilbert in the head a few more times without worry, and then he calmly called the team members over.
After seeing his captain's greeting, the bearded man was the most excited. After a strange scream, he ran towards his captain at the lead.
Killing a Death Eater without reducing the number of troops or getting injured can be said to be an insurmountable achievement among my squads!
It wasn't until the members of the team arrived at this small round hall that they discovered that the decoration of the entire round hall had been almost destroyed. There were grenades and bullet holes from the two RPGs everywhere.
Some fragments can even be seen above some bullet holes.
The only thing that is incompatible with the surrounding environment is the door that looks like a vault in the Muggle world. I don't know whether it is of excellent quality or protected by some magic. The entire door still looks as smooth as new.
Even so many explosions and fragments did not cause a single scratch on the door.
Seeing that their mission was safe and sound, everyone in the team breathed a sigh of relief, and the bearded man became even more excited. He whistled loudly when he opened his mouth, and then cursed at the top of his lungs.
"Damn it, locksmith, stop playing with those weird gadgets of yours, come and look at this damn door, and then use your ingenuity to open this damn thing!"
Along with the shouts of the bearded man, several angry curses came from the corner, and then the man called the locksmith came over holding many things in his hands while cursing.
The locksmith's arms seemed to be full of tools and notes, and hanging around his neck was something that looked like a makeshift stethoscope made from local materials.
After the locksmith came to the door and carefully placed the tools in his arms on the ground, without saying a word, he hit the door with his most skilled unlocking spell. As expected, it had no effect at all.
To be honest, when the locksmith stepped into Hogwarts and learned about the magic of unlocking, he even held a moment of silence for his father, a master thief who was still in prison in the Muggle world.
If his father knew about this magic, would he doubt his lockpicking skills that he had honed all his life?
But the locksmith never imagined that the notes his father left for him would actually come in handy again.
Now he can only hope that the training his father led him to do when he was a child will still be useful.
He put the simple stethoscope he made on the door of the vault, closed his eyes and started to turn the code disk on the door.
The rest of the team began to touch the body of Clayton Hilbert under the command of the captain. After all, Clayton Hilbert, as a qualified Death Eater, had black marks on his body. Magic items are definitely not a minority.
The specific identification depends on the well-informed middle-aged people. After all, no one wants to die in the battle but be killed by the inexplicable black magic items on the trophies.
The bearded man kept shouting, looking extremely excited, and kept bragging about the team's record.
Maybe it was because the bearded man's voice was too noisy. In the end, the locksmith who was opening the lock couldn't help but pulled off the stethoscope from his ear and cursed at the bearded man.
"Damn violent maniac! I swear, if you make the slightest sound again, I will definitely tear off your 00 and stuff it into your throat!
If you want this mission to continue, just keep the fuck quiet now!I need quiet! "
The locksmith looked particularly irritable. Even if he was so arrogant, no one in the team refuted the locksmith's words. Not only that, everyone began to cooperate with the locksmith's request.
Even the members of the Skunk Team couldn't help but breathe a little slightly, for fear of disturbing the locksmith to open the door.
After the whole situation calmed down, the locksmith put on the stethoscope again, closed his eyes and carried out his work carefully.
As the combination disk continued to rotate in the locksmith's hand, after a while, a slight click sound came from the quiet hall.
Before anyone from the Skunk Squad could cheer the Locksmith, the Locksmith himself became furious.
"fxxk, fxxk, fxxk! I knew these sonofbxxh would never let me open the door so easily,?0?6*%……&%*&%&……#……%%……&% !”
While the locksmith was frantically outputting, the members of the Skunk Team also saw clearly what was going on. As the locksmith opened the lock on the combination disk, what opened was not the door to the vault, but a small door with a keyhole. Dark grid.
After the entire skunk team swallowed back the cheers, they carefully set up defenses at various key places under the command of the captain to protect the locksmith's unlocking.
As the captain of the Skunk Team, the middle-aged man has no shirking responsibility for such dangerous matters. As the leader of Team B and the deputy captain of the Skunk Team, b1 has no objections to this matter.
What's more, as the two oldest people in the team, it would be hard for them to leave dangerous pathfinding matters like this to those younger than them in the team.
Although the other members of the Skunk Team were worried, they had no room to resist this matter. All they could do was to say that it would be safest, and everyone aimed their weapons at Clay. Hilbert's body to prevent accidents.
As for the middle-aged man and B1 who went out to confirm that the enemy had been killed, they were even more cautious. The middle-aged man fixed the shield on his left arm, leaving both hands free to hold up the weapon in his hand, and he was even very cautious. Put an iron armor spell on yourself.
B1 was firmly grasping the middle-aged man's shoulder, while his other hand was grasping the weapon in his hand and aiming at Clayton Hilbert who was lying on the ground.
The two of them moved forward cautiously, fearing that something might happen, but it was obvious that Clayton Hilbert had completely disappeared.
At this point, the two of them approached the body of Clayton Hilbert. As the captain, the middle-aged man kicked Clayton Hilbert hard on the man's ancestral weakness. Something determined later.
The middle-aged man who was the captain even shot Clayton Hilbert in the head a few more times without worry, and then he calmly called the team members over.
After seeing his captain's greeting, the bearded man was the most excited. After a strange scream, he ran towards his captain at the lead.
Killing a Death Eater without reducing the number of troops or getting injured can be said to be an insurmountable achievement among my squads!
It wasn't until the members of the team arrived at this small round hall that they discovered that the decoration of the entire round hall had been almost destroyed. There were grenades and bullet holes from the two RPGs everywhere.
Some fragments can even be seen above some bullet holes.
The only thing that is incompatible with the surrounding environment is the door that looks like a vault in the Muggle world. I don't know whether it is of excellent quality or protected by some magic. The entire door still looks as smooth as new.
Even so many explosions and fragments did not cause a single scratch on the door.
Seeing that their mission was safe and sound, everyone in the team breathed a sigh of relief, and the bearded man became even more excited. He whistled loudly when he opened his mouth, and then cursed at the top of his lungs.
"Damn it, locksmith, stop playing with those weird gadgets of yours, come and look at this damn door, and then use your ingenuity to open this damn thing!"
Along with the shouts of the bearded man, several angry curses came from the corner, and then the man called the locksmith came over holding many things in his hands while cursing.
The locksmith's arms seemed to be full of tools and notes, and hanging around his neck was something that looked like a makeshift stethoscope made from local materials.
After the locksmith came to the door and carefully placed the tools in his arms on the ground, without saying a word, he hit the door with his most skilled unlocking spell. As expected, it had no effect at all.
To be honest, when the locksmith stepped into Hogwarts and learned about the magic of unlocking, he even held a moment of silence for his father, a master thief who was still in prison in the Muggle world.
If his father knew about this magic, would he doubt his lockpicking skills that he had honed all his life?
But the locksmith never imagined that the notes his father left for him would actually come in handy again.
Now he can only hope that the training his father led him to do when he was a child will still be useful.
He put the simple stethoscope he made on the door of the vault, closed his eyes and started to turn the code disk on the door.
The rest of the team began to touch the body of Clayton Hilbert under the command of the captain. After all, Clayton Hilbert, as a qualified Death Eater, had black marks on his body. Magic items are definitely not a minority.
The specific identification depends on the well-informed middle-aged people. After all, no one wants to die in the battle but be killed by the inexplicable black magic items on the trophies.
The bearded man kept shouting, looking extremely excited, and kept bragging about the team's record.
Maybe it was because the bearded man's voice was too noisy. In the end, the locksmith who was opening the lock couldn't help but pulled off the stethoscope from his ear and cursed at the bearded man.
"Damn violent maniac! I swear, if you make the slightest sound again, I will definitely tear off your 00 and stuff it into your throat!
If you want this mission to continue, just keep the fuck quiet now!I need quiet! "
The locksmith looked particularly irritable. Even if he was so arrogant, no one in the team refuted the locksmith's words. Not only that, everyone began to cooperate with the locksmith's request.
Even the members of the Skunk Team couldn't help but breathe a little slightly, for fear of disturbing the locksmith to open the door.
After the whole situation calmed down, the locksmith put on the stethoscope again, closed his eyes and carried out his work carefully.
As the combination disk continued to rotate in the locksmith's hand, after a while, a slight click sound came from the quiet hall.
Before anyone from the Skunk Squad could cheer the Locksmith, the Locksmith himself became furious.
"fxxk, fxxk, fxxk! I knew these sonofbxxh would never let me open the door so easily,?0?6*%……&%*&%&……#……%%……&% !”
While the locksmith was frantically outputting, the members of the Skunk Team also saw clearly what was going on. As the locksmith opened the lock on the combination disk, what opened was not the door to the vault, but a small door with a keyhole. Dark grid.
After the entire skunk team swallowed back the cheers, they carefully set up defenses at various key places under the command of the captain to protect the locksmith's unlocking.
