Chapter 1163 The show is about to begin
It was foreseeable that he would become an enemy of the entire magical world, but the old men did not expect that Vincent would start preparing so early.
Victor's "full preparation" was too thorough. The old men's eyes changed significantly when they looked at Vincent.
Regardless of age, this is a respect that comes from the heart.
Although it was a bit awkward, Vincent accepted it with pleasure.
The pretenders and rulers are already ready, and the defenders can be produced at any time. It is time to take the old men back to Germany.
Three days later, a private jet bearing the Bugatti logo landed at Berlin's Tempelhof Airport.
As one of the earliest airports in the world to open and still operate today, Tempelhof Airport is not only well-known in the Muggle world, but also in the wizarding world.
Twenty days later, the old men finally set foot on German soil again.
They disguised themselves as Bugatti technicians, and the masks on their faces perfectly reproduced their excited expressions at the moment.
"Let's get started." Vincent, without any disguise, was the first to walk out of the airport.
After he left, the old men blended into the crowd inconspicuously.
The trip to Germany was not just to test the performance of the equipment, the most important task was to allow the old men to meet their relatives who were under close surveillance by the Ministry of Magic.
As for whether they are willing to leave Germany together, that depends on their choice.
Vincent walked out of the airport alone with only one mission, to distract the attention of the German magical community.
The German Ministry of Magic is not there to sit around and do nothing. When they showed up at Tempelhof Airport in such a brazen manner, the Aurors immediately took action.
After leaving the airport, Vincent didn't walk far. He randomly chose a cafe, sat in the corner by the window and waited patiently.
As soon as the waitress brought over a small cup of espresso, strange magical auras appeared one after another.
"Thank you."
The waitress went back with a red face.
Just then, four big men in leather jackets pushed the door open and walked in.
They ignored the waitress's questions and walked straight to the corner.
Vincent took a sip of the coffee and found it fragrant and smooth. Germany is indeed a country with a strong coffee culture.
Four big men were sitting at the table next to him, but he didn't even look at them.
Delaying time and waiting for an encirclement to be formed outside is a good tactic, but I don’t know how well the coordination is.
Thinking of this, Vincent's mouth curled up slightly, and the four big men at the next table suddenly became nervous.
The waitress timidly approached them and asked, "Hello, what can I do for you?"
The bearded man took out a 100-mark note from his pocket and said, "Whatever you like."
It was obvious that the man was not someone to be trifled with. The waitress took the money and went back with an embarrassed look on her face.
Five minutes later, she brought four cups of latte, which is a popular drink among Germans.
Even though the latte was mainly milk, the four men still frowned because of the bitterness after taking a sip.
Vincent finally turned around and saw them all looking around in a panic.
They don't even pretend, it seems the German Ministry of Magic is very confident.
The overall atmosphere of the cafe is still very good, but there is something strange in the corner.
A handsome blond man with blue eyes was sitting by the window. Four big men at the next table had been staring at him with ill intentions since they entered the room.
Not only the waitress, but other guests also began to pay attention to what was happening in the corner.
Another five minutes passed, and Vincent finished his last sip of coffee, stood up, and went to the front desk to pay the bill.
The four big men looked at each other, stood up at the same time and followed.
"No need for change." Vincent handed a 50-mark note to the waitress.
"Um..." The waitress pointed behind him cryptically.
Vincent smiled slightly, "Thank you for the reminder."
As soon as he left the cafe, four big men chased him out.
The street outside was much quieter than before. Vincent suddenly turned to face them. "The German Ministry of Magic is very efficient. They prepared the stage so quickly."
The bearded man took a step forward and said, "Vincent Wayne, you are surrounded by us."
"I know." The moment Vincent raised his hand, the four big men drew their wands and pointed them at him.
He gently shook the magic communicator on his wrist and said, "Don't be nervous, I'm just checking the time."
The expressions on the faces of the four men were extremely solemn, and they did not let down their guard because of his words.
Vincent turned his head slowly and looked around.
In just a few words, the entire street was empty.
With such thorough preparations, the German Ministry of Magic is bound to win.
Vincent raised an evil smile and quickly took out the Dominator pistol stored in Flamel's ring.
The blue light flowing from the gun body turned red, and the four men chanted the spell without waiting for the gun to be pointed at themselves.
Vincent lowered the muzzle of his gun, aimed it at the road beneath his feet, and pulled the trigger.
All four spells missed, and the huge impact force helped him leap high into the air, flying backwards onto the third-floor outer wall of the building across the street.
Under the absorption of magic power, Vincent looked down at the four men with surprised expressions.
"The show is about to begin."
He shot towards the bearded man like a cannonball, and hit the other's temple hard with a fierce elbow.
The other three men reacted very quickly. One of them rushed forward, one chanted a spell, and one kept a close eye on Vincent's next move.
With two dull thuds, the automatic defense barrier of Flamel's Ring blocked the flying attack and the spell.
Vincent took the opportunity to point the gun at the big man who was staring at him, and the faint blue light illuminated the other's terrified face.
Another big man fell limply, and the remaining two held their wands and shouted spells.
Vincent calmly raised the Ruler, and the light flowing on the gun turned white.
The trigger was pulled, and a dazzling light burst out from the muzzle.
After the bright light disappeared, only Vincent was left standing on the empty street.
He looked back and mouthed "I found you" towards the dim alley.
Before he could take any action, more than a dozen figures suddenly jumped out from all directions.
They all wore leather jackets, and it was obvious that they and the four fallen men were Aurors who specialized in fighting against dark wizards.
Vincent's provocation was successful, but he also managed to put himself in danger.
Just when he was about to be overwhelmed by the gorgeous spell, his figure mysteriously disappeared.
"It's the Disillusionment Charm!" As soon as he finished speaking, the Auror fell down.
They cast the Apparition Spell in unison, leaving no blind spots and covering the entire street across the street.
The result was nothing. How could a living person just disappear out of thin air so mysteriously?
What happened to the Auror who just fell?
The air suddenly became tense, and a faint blue light suddenly appeared among them.
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