Chapter 441
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Although there was a little accident, the opening of GWENT flagship store was a success.
11 am exactly.
A group of law enforcement team members wearing white kimono wizard robes walked into Tokyo International Airport, more than 20 kilometers away from Ginza.
They don't attract people's attention, as if they don't exist.
Vincent who walked side by side with Takuma was no exception.
Although his black robe is particularly conspicuous.
"The last direct flight to New York."
The staff at the counter smiled sweetly, "Sir, please wait a moment."
In about half a minute, she apologized: "I'm very sorry, because an abnormal tropical cyclone has just formed in the Pacific Ocean, the flights for the next three days will be cancelled."
Vincent returned a polite smile, "What about other places? As long as it's America."
"Sir, the last flight to Brazil is at 3pm."
"What about Europe?"
"It's also 3 p.m., and it's a direct flight to Paris."
"Sorry to bother you." He turned gloomy for a moment.
Which Furacan is coming out to make trouble at this time!
He rubbed his face lightly and returned to the waiting hall.
Empty hands, there must be no flight.
Sam raised his face.
"Minister Weiwu, he will apparate across continents, why not let him go back by himself."
Takuma thought about it for a while, and agreed to this method.
As long as you leave, it will not be his responsibility if you accidentally go to another country.
"I will hand over the relevant documents to the Magic Congress as soon as possible.
Mr. Wayne, is there anything else you want? "
"No."
Nobody asked Sam if there was an opinion.
The members of the law enforcement team acting as guards all regarded him as a plague god.
When I came outside the airport, the wand and the big box finally came back.
However, there are people staring at the whole process, it is really not easy to deliver.
Vincent walked up to him impatiently, "You are already the most unpopular figure in the Japanese magic world, so you should first figure out how to explain it to Mr. Graves when you go back."
"Don't!" Sam blushed anxiously, "If you are like this, Chairman Randolph will definitely be the first to come over."
"Oh——" Vincent shook his head regretfully, "Then what do you want me to do, send Googo over to 'visit' you?"
"Don't!" Sam turned green with fright, "at least give me something to defend myself."
"Okay." Vincent, secretly laughing inside, took out the wallet just now.
It seems ordinary, but there are actually 15 sniper rifles recast from copper-iron alloy.
There are also a total of 1000 Shantong bullets depicting magic circuits.
He took out a Fukuzawa Yukichi, and Sam's eyes immediately became disgusted.
"Don't be kidding, people will die."
Vincent put the 1 yen back in his wallet, throwing it all over.
Sam caught it belatedly, "Hey! Can you be gentle?"
"I'm in a hurry to open a vault for me in your bank, and put all the 'guarantee deposit' just now into it."
After a brief eye contact, Vincent took a few steps back.
With the cooperative relationship of the Jingu family, he basically has no shortage of alchemy materials now.
Takuma frowned again as he watched Sam leave using Apparation.
The conversation just now should be hinting at something.
He asked Yin Teng with his eyes, and the latter shook his head in embarrassment.
It's not that there is no check, it can only be opened.
What kind of "luggage" is contained in the big box that needs protection that is difficult to open?
His intuition told him that there was something wrong with the wallet Vincent handed over to Sam.
However, if the investigation continues, it will also cause international problems.
"Mr. Wayne, do you need us to take you back?"
"It's the best, Minister Ashiya."
There must be a lot of reporters squatting outside the Jingu house, and if they go back by themselves, there will inevitably be so-called "gossip".
The two looked at each other tacitly.
……
……
Returning to New York, Sam rushed into the Woolworth Building for the first time.
Time is tight and tasks are heavy.
Before the letter from the Japanese Ministry of Magic arrives, he will take a long vacation and hide in a place where no one can find him.
"Director Graves! I'm back!"
Bradley, who was busy processing the documents, shook his hands in fright.
"Asshole! Didn't I tell you to knock on the door before coming in!"
Sam smiled and raised the wallet in his hand, "The delivery is complete, we can finally relax this year~"
Bradley snatched it up.
There is nothing special about the appearance, except that there are two inner clips with a traceless stretching spell.
One fires a sniper rifle, the other fires bullets.
"Director~" Sam had a flattering expression on his face, "The most difficult task has been completed, can I rest for a while?"
Bradley waved his hands happily, "Get out of here, I don't want to see you until next week."
"Okay~"
Sam, who was running away, ran out of the building without looking back, and didn't care whether he would be seen by the No-Majs, and directly used Apparation to leave.
On the [-]th floor of the Woolworth Building, there is a shooting range that has recently officially opened.
A dozen or so elite Aurors who were shooting Muggle guns knew that the day had finally come when they saw Graves' face.
Fifteen sniper rifles recast from copper-iron alloy were painted black, and the threatening guns were inlaid with the emblem of the Magic Congress in sterling silver.
Well defined and of medium length.
The moment they got their hands on it, the Aurors were all in awe of its touch.
Delicate and smooth, just like a girl's skin.
Bradley hugged one of them fondly.
The analogy is right, it is indeed a good thing.
"Use ordinary bullets first."
"Katsa—" What a beautiful loading sound!
After a round of shooting, the excited Aurors were all amazed at their accuracy and power.
Ordinary bullets can directly penetrate a solid metal target. It is hard to imagine whether Shantong bullets will knock down the wall.
"A Furakan just appeared in the Pacific Ocean."
The Aurors were all gearing up, watching Bradley excitedly.
"Train for another half an hour, and then prepare for the mission!"
"Yes, Director Graves!"
They don't need to be told, they all know that the mission must be successful.
Bradley walked out of the shooting range with a smile on his face.
The Witch Party in North America has been destroyed, and Fulakhan's problem has also been solved. It is an indisputable fact that the strength of the Magic Congress has improved.
He went into his office.
"Director, I just got your letter."
"Where did you come from?"
"The Japanese Ministry of Magic."
Bradley suddenly had an ominous premonition.
He looked at the signature below.
Hey——it was a letter written by Takuma Aishiya himself.
Without further ado, the smile on his face gradually disappeared when he took it apart.
No wonder I want to take a vacation, it turned out to be a foreshadowing.
"Bastard!" He tightly gripped the letter paper in his hand, shouting filial piety to several Aurors in the office:
"Notify everyone, even if you turn North America upside down, find Sam Chavez immediately!"
You can't die, at most you'll have a layer of skin peeled off.
……
……
11 am exactly.
A group of law enforcement team members wearing white kimono wizard robes walked into Tokyo International Airport, more than 20 kilometers away from Ginza.
They don't attract people's attention, as if they don't exist.
Vincent who walked side by side with Takuma was no exception.
Although his black robe is particularly conspicuous.
"The last direct flight to New York."
The staff at the counter smiled sweetly, "Sir, please wait a moment."
In about half a minute, she apologized: "I'm very sorry, because an abnormal tropical cyclone has just formed in the Pacific Ocean, the flights for the next three days will be cancelled."
Vincent returned a polite smile, "What about other places? As long as it's America."
"Sir, the last flight to Brazil is at 3pm."
"What about Europe?"
"It's also 3 p.m., and it's a direct flight to Paris."
"Sorry to bother you." He turned gloomy for a moment.
Which Furacan is coming out to make trouble at this time!
He rubbed his face lightly and returned to the waiting hall.
Empty hands, there must be no flight.
Sam raised his face.
"Minister Weiwu, he will apparate across continents, why not let him go back by himself."
Takuma thought about it for a while, and agreed to this method.
As long as you leave, it will not be his responsibility if you accidentally go to another country.
"I will hand over the relevant documents to the Magic Congress as soon as possible.
Mr. Wayne, is there anything else you want? "
"No."
Nobody asked Sam if there was an opinion.
The members of the law enforcement team acting as guards all regarded him as a plague god.
When I came outside the airport, the wand and the big box finally came back.
However, there are people staring at the whole process, it is really not easy to deliver.
Vincent walked up to him impatiently, "You are already the most unpopular figure in the Japanese magic world, so you should first figure out how to explain it to Mr. Graves when you go back."
"Don't!" Sam blushed anxiously, "If you are like this, Chairman Randolph will definitely be the first to come over."
"Oh——" Vincent shook his head regretfully, "Then what do you want me to do, send Googo over to 'visit' you?"
"Don't!" Sam turned green with fright, "at least give me something to defend myself."
"Okay." Vincent, secretly laughing inside, took out the wallet just now.
It seems ordinary, but there are actually 15 sniper rifles recast from copper-iron alloy.
There are also a total of 1000 Shantong bullets depicting magic circuits.
He took out a Fukuzawa Yukichi, and Sam's eyes immediately became disgusted.
"Don't be kidding, people will die."
Vincent put the 1 yen back in his wallet, throwing it all over.
Sam caught it belatedly, "Hey! Can you be gentle?"
"I'm in a hurry to open a vault for me in your bank, and put all the 'guarantee deposit' just now into it."
After a brief eye contact, Vincent took a few steps back.
With the cooperative relationship of the Jingu family, he basically has no shortage of alchemy materials now.
Takuma frowned again as he watched Sam leave using Apparation.
The conversation just now should be hinting at something.
He asked Yin Teng with his eyes, and the latter shook his head in embarrassment.
It's not that there is no check, it can only be opened.
What kind of "luggage" is contained in the big box that needs protection that is difficult to open?
His intuition told him that there was something wrong with the wallet Vincent handed over to Sam.
However, if the investigation continues, it will also cause international problems.
"Mr. Wayne, do you need us to take you back?"
"It's the best, Minister Ashiya."
There must be a lot of reporters squatting outside the Jingu house, and if they go back by themselves, there will inevitably be so-called "gossip".
The two looked at each other tacitly.
……
……
Returning to New York, Sam rushed into the Woolworth Building for the first time.
Time is tight and tasks are heavy.
Before the letter from the Japanese Ministry of Magic arrives, he will take a long vacation and hide in a place where no one can find him.
"Director Graves! I'm back!"
Bradley, who was busy processing the documents, shook his hands in fright.
"Asshole! Didn't I tell you to knock on the door before coming in!"
Sam smiled and raised the wallet in his hand, "The delivery is complete, we can finally relax this year~"
Bradley snatched it up.
There is nothing special about the appearance, except that there are two inner clips with a traceless stretching spell.
One fires a sniper rifle, the other fires bullets.
"Director~" Sam had a flattering expression on his face, "The most difficult task has been completed, can I rest for a while?"
Bradley waved his hands happily, "Get out of here, I don't want to see you until next week."
"Okay~"
Sam, who was running away, ran out of the building without looking back, and didn't care whether he would be seen by the No-Majs, and directly used Apparation to leave.
On the [-]th floor of the Woolworth Building, there is a shooting range that has recently officially opened.
A dozen or so elite Aurors who were shooting Muggle guns knew that the day had finally come when they saw Graves' face.
Fifteen sniper rifles recast from copper-iron alloy were painted black, and the threatening guns were inlaid with the emblem of the Magic Congress in sterling silver.
Well defined and of medium length.
The moment they got their hands on it, the Aurors were all in awe of its touch.
Delicate and smooth, just like a girl's skin.
Bradley hugged one of them fondly.
The analogy is right, it is indeed a good thing.
"Use ordinary bullets first."
"Katsa—" What a beautiful loading sound!
After a round of shooting, the excited Aurors were all amazed at their accuracy and power.
Ordinary bullets can directly penetrate a solid metal target. It is hard to imagine whether Shantong bullets will knock down the wall.
"A Furakan just appeared in the Pacific Ocean."
The Aurors were all gearing up, watching Bradley excitedly.
"Train for another half an hour, and then prepare for the mission!"
"Yes, Director Graves!"
They don't need to be told, they all know that the mission must be successful.
Bradley walked out of the shooting range with a smile on his face.
The Witch Party in North America has been destroyed, and Fulakhan's problem has also been solved. It is an indisputable fact that the strength of the Magic Congress has improved.
He went into his office.
"Director, I just got your letter."
"Where did you come from?"
"The Japanese Ministry of Magic."
Bradley suddenly had an ominous premonition.
He looked at the signature below.
Hey——it was a letter written by Takuma Aishiya himself.
Without further ado, the smile on his face gradually disappeared when he took it apart.
No wonder I want to take a vacation, it turned out to be a foreshadowing.
"Bastard!" He tightly gripped the letter paper in his hand, shouting filial piety to several Aurors in the office:
"Notify everyone, even if you turn North America upside down, find Sam Chavez immediately!"
You can't die, at most you'll have a layer of skin peeled off.
……
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