Chapter 805
Time Is On His Side
Chapter 805 Time Is On His Side
"Or... how about giving them a farewell gift on the plane?"
The phone was on speakerphone, and the subordinate's emotionless voice came through.
In the dimly lit room, the man's hideous scar on his face appeared even more terrifying under the faint light of his phone, and his eyes gleamed with a fanatical yet icy light.
Beside him stood a man of medium height, his head slightly bowed, his light brown eyes glancing gently at his phone before looking at the scarred man.
“Mr. Thorne, there are many passengers on the plane. Isn’t this going too far? There’s a great risk involved, and it could easily leave evidence against us. Perhaps we should wait until later to look for a safer opportunity.”
"What opportunity? Once they return to their own places, what chance will our people have?"
The scarred man, Thorne, raised his voice and said fiercely:
“Stern, it is this cowardly hesitation that is slowing down our progress! You are always waiting for the perfect opportunity, but the perfect opportunity will not come knocking on your door!”
He leaned forward, staring at Stern, and said, "Opportunity is like a fleeting lightning bolt; once you see it, you must seize it! Even if it means risking your life!"
"Otherwise, once they return to England, with that old fox Dumbledore protecting them, the price they'll pay for targeting Wade Grey again will be ten or even a hundred times greater!"
His voice was also transmitted to the other end via mobile phone and radio waves.
After the phone call was disconnected, the car parked on the street corner outside the Baiqiao Hotel quietly started and merged into the traffic.
Through the half-open car window, one could vaguely hear people talking inside:
"Listen up, everyone! This is the leader's order—they must not be allowed to return to England alive!"
……
Inside the room, leader Thorne suddenly drew his gun, startling Stern into taking a step back. He then saw Thorne abruptly raise his arm—
"Bang bang bang!"
Three bullets whizzed past Stern and struck the opposite wall.
Stern turned around, covered in cold sweat, and saw an enlarged photograph of Wade Gray on the wall, three bullets piercing his forehead.
“Remember, Stern.”
Thorne said in a low voice, "Wade Grey... is our greatest enemy right now, more dangerous than Dumbledore, Grindelwald, Piketty, and the like!"
"His puppets can increase a wizard's power thousands of times, and his various inventions are breaking down the isolation that has existed among wizards for thousands of years, making that group stronger and more united!"
He spoke through gritted teeth, with an almost fanatical devotion:
"Wizards...they were supposed to be a disorganized bunch, each going their own way, obsessed with that ridiculous game of black and white combat and domination, ultimately destroyed by us in their infighting and folly! That's the fate they deserved!"
"But Wade Gray, he's creating a new connection and lineage among wizards! This will make this 'disease' of wizards more stubborn and more contagious! It will make the work of eradicating them even more difficult!"
"Therefore, Wade Gray must be eliminated! This is the highest priority! We must accomplish this at all costs!"
"Eliminating him is to fundamentally weaken the future potential of this malignant tumor of wizards, and it is for the ultimate victory of our purification cause! We must eradicate him before his influence spreads completely!"
"Put away your timid and hesitant thinking, Stern, or you'll never become a true 'Purger'!" Stern turned pale, lowered his head, and said, "I...I understand...I'm sorry, Chief, I will no longer question your decision..."
Perhaps sensing Stern's rapid heartbeat, a squirrel puppet popped out of his breast pocket and scurried to Stern's shoulder, its little head pressed against his neck.
These adorable pets, which require little attention from their owners, are popular even among those who hate wizards.
Thorne stared at Stern with the venom of a snake for a long time before his gaze softened.
He knew Stern's past, and what prompted this wizard with magical abilities to resolutely join the purge of wizards was naturally an irreconcilable blood feud.
But the leader still needs to confirm whether this hatred is still pure and whether it can sustain him in his fight against his group until the very end.
Thorne, with a scrutinizing gaze, slowly said, "Stern, I'll ask you one more time..."
Stern shuddered, already anticipating what he was about to say, his fingers gripping the hem of his clothes so tightly they turned white.
"I ask you... when faced with wizards like Wade Grey and Salina Goldstein, who don't seem evil, is your resolve still unwavering?"
"Do you still remember that your poor family members lay in pools of blood, and no one around remembered the truth? The real killer twisted memories and the truth and went unpunished, while you had to survive by scavenging food scraps from garbage cans?"
Stern jerked his head up and said in a hoarse voice, "I remember!"
"Do you also realize that wizards, regardless of their appearance, are essentially the embodiment of lies and evil? Even if they seem like innocent children, they can easily destroy someone's family with just a wave of their wand!"
Stern's eyes were bloodshot: "I know! Of course I know!"
“I have never forgotten them, not even for a moment! Only by completely eradicating them can I comfort the souls of my family in heaven!”
Seeing the familiar flames of hatred rekindled in his eyes, the leader nodded in satisfaction.
"Very good. Remember this hatred; it will be your most powerful weapon."
His gaze shifted from Stern to Wade in the photograph.
Even with a hole between his eyebrows, the boy in the photo still looks spirited and confident, his eyes full of composure, as if nothing could frustrate him.
In the corner of the photo, the boy is surrounded by several loyal puppets, each possessing enviable loyalty and fighting prowess.
Thorne suddenly felt a sense of uncertainty.
He asked in a low voice, "Stern, you're saying... Wade Gray really didn't bring his puppets?"
Stern thought for a moment and said cautiously, "The Magic Congress tried to detain his puppets... but found nothing. I haven't detected any magical fluctuations related to puppet making during the few days he's stayed at the hotel."
Thorne was still somewhat uneasy. He narrowed his eyes slightly, pondered for a moment, and then said:
"If this operation fails again... let's call Abigail back! Perhaps it's time to use her power."
(End of this chapter)