Chapter 512: 3 sticks smash the protesting soul, sir, I am an honest man

After figuring this out, Boris Wells did not hesitate for a moment and simply waved his hand after the countdown ended.

The neatly arranged team of Aurors immediately separated from the middle and stood on both sides, with a pair of Aurors holding weapons similar to rifles.

He walked from the back of the team to the front and pulled the trigger without any warning, firing white orbs the size of ping-pong balls.

Driven by compressed air, it was shot into the sky above the crowd and then exploded in the air, with white powder instantly covering the entire venue.

The protesting wizards were instantly thrown into chaos as the powder blinded their eyes and some of it even went directly into their eyes.

They rolled on the ground in pain, and the others who were not hit completely lost their vision due to this sudden change.

The crowd was running around in panic, while the Aurors outside the smoke put the infrared detection goggles on their helmets directly over their eyes.

Then they rushed into the crowd with shields and batons, targeting those targets who did not have enemy identification marks on their arms.

Without warning, he went straight up and hit him with a stick. The first hit was the legs to prevent him from escaping, the second hit was the mouth to prevent him from begging for mercy, and the third hit was the head to complete the damage.

The whole action was smooth and flowing, fully ensuring that law enforcement was warm, the baton was accurate, the hand was raised at a high level, and the action was powerful.

The group of people who had previously behaved very tough were turned into a group of quails after being educated by these three sticks.

Many people even forgot their identities as wizards and were knocked to the ground with three sticks before they could even take out their wands.

Some people took out their wands, but before they could even chant the spell, they were hit on the hands and their wands fell to the ground.

Then the Auror followed closely, kicked the wand away, then raised the baton in his hand and said with a smile.

"Sometimes magic isn't as useful as this kind of thing."

After saying that, he hit the other person's leg with a stick, while hitting him as he continued talking.

"I told you guys to act so cool. To be honest, I kind of admire you. Up to now, no one has begged for mercy."

The wizard who was knocked to the ground felt aggrieved when he heard this and he wanted to scream.

"It's not that we don't want to beg for mercy, but please don't hit me in the mouth with a stick. I wanted to beg for mercy when I was hit."

"I didn't have time to speak because it was too painful, and you guys hit me three or four more times. Your hand was about to leave an afterimage."

"Are we given a chance to speak? You're almost hitting the beat."

Such cries in my heart did not last long, because my body was in so much pain that I couldn't even imagine it anymore.

Just like that, except for a few wizards with superb magic skills who could cast spells silently, 90% of the hundreds of wizards were basically knocked to the ground by this wave of charge.

The leader wanted to say a few inspiring words, but before he could open his mouth he was hit three times with the stick.

They fell to the ground on the spot, throbbing in pain. Finally, as the smoke dissipated, the wizards who were unable to stand up were handcuffed with anti-magic runes engraved on them.

They were tied together in groups of three or five, with bruised faces and noses, looking at the group of Aurors dressed in black uniforms.

Boris Wells, the captain of the operation, walked up to these people and spoke loudly without taking off his mask, using voice-changing magic.

"This conflict is caused by you who have been obstructing the policies I have issued. The responsibility lies entirely with you."

"You still have a choice now. As long as you sign the contract, you promise not to come here to cause trouble again."

"Just return to your homes safely and have a good rest. Tomorrow you will still be legal citizens."

"If you still insist on doing what you have done, according to the special operations plan, even if Azkaban is too small to hold you, you will be sentenced to 3 to 10 years in prison."

"Why do you treat us like this? We are defending our legal rights. The bailout bill of the British Ministry of Magic is unreasonable."

"Blindly injecting liquidity can solve the current deflation, but the money will eventually flow into capital markets such as shops and real estate."

"It will greatly increase the prices of these assets, making ordinary people like us who have lost our homes and mortgaged our shops forever ineligible to regain our assets."

"And this will greatly widen the gap between the rich and the poor, which is not conducive to ..."

The person who spoke was a thin male wizard. Compared with other male wizards, he did not pay much attention to his personal image and had a sloppy beard.

The wizard looked very clean and tidy. He was wearing a well-washed Italian suit.

He was also wearing a blue tie and a pair of frameless glasses, which made him look more cultured. It would have been better if the lenses hadn't been broken.

He wanted to protest, but before he could finish his words, he was hit on the back by an Auror next to him.

He fell to the ground in pain, groaning faintly.

When the other wizards saw this scene, they didn't dare to say anything more, although many of them agreed with the other party's theory.

He also understood that if he didn't resist, he would most likely never get back the shops and properties he had lost in this lifetime.

However, as wizards, they have not received this kind of physical education for a long time, even though they are sometimes accidentally cast black magic by dark wizards.

But there is always magic that can be used for treatment. Often all you need is the corresponding magic or some professional potions.

My pain would be relieved instantly, but being hit all over my body with several sticks was really too painful.

And looking at the situation, if I choose to continue resisting, it might not be as simple as just going to jail.

Even if he asked the International Confederation of Wizards to intervene later and he was eventually cleared of the charges, these guys in front of him would not be able to stop him in the future.

It's obvious that they don't intend to let me go. I'll be beaten every three days and every five days. My small body can't stand this kind of torture.

At the same time, Boris Wells, as the captain, also knew very well how to make an example of someone, so he gave a look to his left and right.

Several Aurors in black rushed over and dragged out the male wizard who was groaning on the ground.

He hit the opponent with a few more sticks, and then took the completely unconscious male wizard away directly.

After the other party's figure disappeared, Boris Wells looked at the remaining wizards and continued to use voice-changing magic, speaking threateningly.

"You have one minute to think about it. If you haven't thought it through, follow me back to the new cells that have been prepared for you."

"Everyone will be hit with three more sticks before entering, and will also be stabbed three times."