Chapter 1167 Hello, I am here to surrender myself

The Berlin Reichstag was built in 1884 and retains its original brick and stone structure and classical facade, including traditional elements such as colonnades and triangular lintels, reflecting the imperial style of the late 19th century.

After the reunification of East and West Germany, the building began to be modernized, and it was planned to install an iconic modern glass dome to symbolize political transparency.

Although it has not yet been completed, its unique style, which is a fusion of classic and modern elements, can already be seen.

However, this highest power center in Germany welcomed uninvited guests, three Tornado fighter-bombers that were supposed to carry out bombing missions.

The sudden appearance of the bomber made the guards raise their guns immediately. They approached cautiously, and a white figure suddenly landed steadily on the lawn.

It was really hard to concentrate while apparating with three big guys, but fortunately there weren't any major deviations.

"Who is it? Put your hands up!"

Vincent turned and looked at the bomber cockpit behind him.

It was not a pleasant experience to have the followers reveal themselves, and with three big guys in tow, the driver inside was dizzy even though he didn't lose consciousness.

"Bam—"

Faced with the sudden appearance of the intruder, the guards decisively pulled the trigger, but the dense bullets were all frozen behind the intruder.

Such a strange scene made the well-trained guards panic for a moment, but they reacted quickly and pounced on the invaders with extremely ferocious fighting skills.

An even more bizarre scene appeared. After the intruder turned around and faced them, all the guards fell to the lawn like puppets with their strings cut.

Vincent looked at the Capitol in front of him and did not detect the presence of other wizards.

Logically, the Ministry of Magic would deploy wizards to guard important Muggle government facilities.

Suddenly, he raised his caduceus and froze a bullet that was heading for his head.

He turned his head to look at the highest point of a building in the distance, slowly reached out his hand, and deflected the bullet that was frozen in front of him.

The sniper in the distance continued to pull the trigger, but the next second, the bullet was also strangely frozen.

Vincent walked towards the Capitol as if nothing had happened. The strange things that had just happened made the guards not act rashly, but they never put down their guns.

The atmosphere became increasingly tense, and when it was about to reach its peak, several figures hurried out from the main entrance of the building. They were the Secretary of State and the President's personal guards.

Vincent stopped and put away his staff as a friendly gesture.

The big wooden stick was stuffed into the ring in the blink of an eye. The Secretary of State raised his hand and pressed it down at the guards with a complicated expression, "Put down your guns!"

Then he said in English: "Mr. Wizard from the magical world, what is your purpose?"

Vincent raised his hands and said sincerely, "I'm here to surrender myself."

"Surrender?" The Secretary of State looked at him with a ridiculous expression.

The evil dark wizard who caused serious damage to the center of Berlin, destroyed hundreds of meters of roads, took away three bombers, suddenly appeared at the Reichstag, and then caused six guards to lose consciousness instantly, actually surrendered himself?

The Secretary of State had just accepted the fact that magic existed, and now something so exciting happened. His heart could no longer bear it.

Vincent repeated, "Yes, I'm here to turn myself in."

The Secretary of State looked at the three Tornado fighter-bombers on the lawn, and then at the bullets scattered on the ground.

Judging from his voice, he shouldn't be very old, but this is his ability... If he has any bad intentions, the defense of the Capitol alone will not be able to stop him.

The Secretary of State smiled and said, "Mr. Wizard, you really know how to joke."

"I'm not joking now." Vincent looked at the wisps of black smoke rising in the distance. "I don't know how the German Minister of Magic will introduce me to Mr. Minister, but I sincerely apologize for the damage I caused today."

The Secretary of State frowned. "Mr. Wizard, surrendering yourself is just an excuse. Your goal is to negotiate with the government, right?"

Vincent dropped his hands. "It's hardly a negotiation. Your government must be very curious about the wizarding world. It's just a matter of mutual benefit."

He slowly took off his disguise mask, "Before I was 11, I was a Muggle like you, a non-magical human."

Vincent's youth exceeded everyone's expectations.

He looks to be only about twenty years old, but such a young man possesses terrifying power.

The Secretary of State took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Wizard, please follow me."

The lobby of the Berlin Reichstag is very magnificent, and the interior decoration style is a combination of classical, Gothic, Renaissance and Baroque.

After the necessary body search, Vincent was taken to a spacious reception room by the Secretary of State.

A few minutes later, the German president came alone. "Hello, Mr. Wayne."

"Hello, Mr. President."

After the necessary etiquette procedures, the two sat down face to face.

"Mr. President, you didn't inform Minister Berg of my whereabouts, did you?"

Vincent's words instantly made the president nervous.

"I'm sorry, Mr. President, I was joking."

It turned out to be a joke...

The president secretly breathed a sigh of relief. "It's okay. Germans don't actually lack a sense of humor."

The image of Vincent's cruelty in his mind was shattering bit by bit. "Mr. Wayne, you may not believe this, but we really don't have the means to notify the Ministry of Magic."

The perspectives between the magical governments and Muggle governments of countries around the world are almost one-way. Even the head of a country has to go through wizards who serve as guards before he can communicate with the magical government.

Although jokes can make the atmosphere tense, they can break stereotypes and make subsequent communication smoother.

"Mr. President, Minister Berg must have said a lot of bad things to you."

Vincent continued to speak in a joking tone, "I came to your country on behalf of Bugatti Automobile Company to discuss business cooperation. However, as soon as I left the airport, I encountered Aurors from your Ministry of Magic."

"Auror?"

"A profession dedicated to combating dark wizards. You can think of it as a criminal police officer."

The president rubbed his brow slightly. "Mr. Wayne, it seems you are wanted by the Ministry of Magic, right?"

"Yes." Vincent remained calm, not revealing a single flaw. "But I'm not wanted by your Muggle government, so I entered the country through normal channels. I didn't expect your Ministry of Magic to be so obsessed with me."

This is sophistry, naked sophistry.

The president inexplicably felt as if something had happened while he was sitting at home.

Vincent slowly lowered his head, his face full of apology. "Mr. President, I am willing to compensate your country in full for the economic losses I have caused."

If you break someone else's things, you must compensate for it. The president could feel Vincent's sincerity and good family education.

Compared with the Ministry of Magic, the damage they caused today was equally great, but until now, they have said nothing except "We will resolve this incident as soon as possible."

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