Chapter 749 London Terrorist Attack Case

Oxford Street Police Office.

"What? A terrorist attack on the British Museum?"

Kyle, who answered the call, said with a ridiculous face, "Sir, today is not April Fools' Day."

"I'm not kidding! I'm at the cafe across the street from the museum, and just now - 'bang' -"

A loud sound came from the microphone, followed by rapid breathing.

"Damn it! They blew the roof off!"

Kyle finally realized the seriousness of the matter, "Sir, please take refuge in a safe place first. We will arrive at the scene soon."

Kyle hung up the phone and immediately picked up the gun on the table.

"Jon, go notify the Director! Everyone else, follow me!"

Six police officers on duty got into two police cars and rushed to the scene from Oxford Street.

The chief constable of London's Metropolitan Police was awakened by a phone call in his sleep.

Terrorist attack on British Museum?

His reaction was the same as Kyle's, thinking it was some bold subordinate playing a joke on him in the middle of the night.

"Mr. Chief, Chief Kyle has led a team to the scene!"

The other party's hurried tone really didn't sound like he was joking.

The director shook his head, got out of bed and went to the living room to turn on the TV.

British reporters were indeed very fast, and many TV stations had already started live coverage.

Although the live broadcast picture is not particularly clear, the billowing black smoke in the sky can be seen from a few streets away.

"Dear, what happened?" The director's wife rubbed her eyes and walked out of the room.

"I have to go out." He hurriedly turned off the TV. "Don't worry, I'll be back soon."

Dare to carry out a terrorist attack in London, and the target is the British Museum. Those gangsters are simply tired of living.

The director quickly walked out of the house, got into the car and pressed the intercom.

"Emergency call! The British Museum is experiencing a terrorist attack! The enemy's firepower is very strong! Repeat, the enemy's firepower is very strong!"

He stepped on the accelerator sharply.

"Attention all units! Immediately put down what you are doing and rush to support! I repeat, immediately put down what you are doing and rush to support!"

The speeding car soon entered Great Russell Street, and as expected, black smoke billowed from the top of the magnificent Greek Revival building in the distance.

The chief arrived at the scene almost at the same time as police reinforcements from all over London.

Kyle, who had been waiting for a long time, walked quickly from the main entrance of the museum and briefly introduced the situation to them.

The number of gangsters is unclear, but judging from the power of the explosives, there should be at least one squad.

"What about the surveillance inside the museum?"

"There has been serious interference and it cannot be used normally. We have evacuated the security guards inside in advance."

The chief put his hand on his shoulder, "Well done, Sheriff."

Kyle was more serious than ever before, "This is what I should do, Mr. Director."

At this moment, another explosion sounded from the smoking roof of the museum.

The police officers rushed to protect the chief.

"Notify the aircrew!"

The amount of explosives carried by the gangsters was obviously beyond his imagination, and it was estimated that the gunfire power would not be much lower.

The director held a loudspeaker in his hand and glared at the reporters who were rushing here desperately, and then motioned to the police not to follow them.

He walked alone to the main entrance of the museum.

"People inside, listen, I'm the Metropolitan Police of London——"

What answered him was another "boom" explosion.

The stone pillars on the front of the building are already cracked, and I'm afraid they will break completely if they withstand it a few more times.

"People inside, listen! We will meet all your demands!

As long as you stop acting immediately! I can guarantee that there will be no strong attack! "

As for whether it is true, we have to wait until the gangsters inside are stabilized.

But nearly a minute passed, and the only answer he received was the fire spreading from the roof.

"Damn it!" the chief swore angrily and looked at the police officer who shook his head.

The Air Service Regiment is the British Special Air Service Regiment, which is the SAS where Eric served before retiring.

They are the world's first formal special operations force, specifically responsible for carrying out anti-terrorism and special operations tasks.

Even if the gangsters are unwilling to cooperate, they must delay as much time as possible.

"People inside, listen! We are here with sincerity!"

inside the museum,

Peter Pettigrew, who was running away like crazy, ran behind a clay tablet full of words.

"Click, click, click—" The orichalcum bullet from the gun blade instantly swept the clay tablet into pieces.

The next second, two red magic beams came towards him.

There was a "boom" and a big hole was made in the floor where he was standing.

The surrounding ancient cultural relics whose glass covers were shattered fell together.

In mid-air, Peter Pettigrew changed back to his human form, waved his wand and cast a blasting spell on the hole above.

"All curses end -" Two light blue magic beams wiped out the explosion.

Immediately afterwards, a figure jumped down the hole, passed through the thick smoke and landed on the ground.

"thunderbolt--"

"Except your weapons!"

Before Peter Pettigrew could cast his blasting spell, he was knocked behind him along with his wand.

Vincent walked towards him slowly, "I finally got a chance."

Three exhibition halls were blown up, two roofs were blown open, and countless ancient artifacts were destroyed before the wand belonging to Wales was blown away.

The commotion was so loud, and the police outside were still using loudspeakers to delay. It seemed that the Muggle anti-terrorism force and personnel from the Ministry of Magic would arrive soon.

Peter Pettigrew, who had lost his wand, kept pushing back. When he knocked down a large delicate ceramic vase, Vincent suddenly became distracted.

He took the opportunity to turn into a mouse and tried to escape, but a dozen magic beams in succession hit him and made him embedded in a mural, unable to move.

Hermione, who had a hole in it, breathed a sigh of relief.

If he were to escape again, the entire museum would be destroyed.

After Vincent confirmed that the mouse in the mural was completely knocked unconscious, he came to squat in front of the broken vase fragments.

This is Yuan blue and white, and there are only about 300 of them in the world.

Moreover, it is half the size of a human being and is a true national treasure, yet it was knocked off by Peter Pettigrew.

"Huh?" Vincent was stunned and looked at the other fragments of cultural relics scattered around.

Fake, all fake.

If it weren't for the fact that the above method of using black magic to eliminate traces was exactly the same as his own, he would never have discovered that these cultural relics were transformed using the deformation technique to resemble the real ones.

If the methods are exactly the same...

Vincent stood up and looked at his watch.

5 points.

The regret on his face disappeared completely, he walked over and picked up Wales's wand, then went under the hole and stretched out his hand to Hermione.

"We should go."

After catching her, Vincent went back and dug Peter Pettigrew out of the mural.

"How do we leave?"

"Use the time turner. People from the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters are probably arriving soon. They will follow the traces of the Apparition to find us."

Hermione turned the ring of the hourglass twice, and Vincent secretly turned it one more time.

Shortly after the two men and one mouse disappeared, the heavily armed air crew sneaked into the museum.

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