Chapter 860
Gray in New York
Chapter 860 Gray in New York
The young purgers asked around and found that no one could explain the source of the information.
But the crowd didn't think much of it and gathered around Cassius Thorne and the others to petition:
“Let’s do it! The magic is real, why should we cover it up for those evil wizards?”
"The world needs another witch hunt! This time, it has to be a complete cleansing!"
Just as everyone was arguing, a cold voice shouted sharply:
"enough!"
In an instant, all the noise was silenced.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a capable and beautiful woman walking over. She was as agile as a cheetah, with sharp eyes, and her long legs could cover two steps in one stride.
The excited boys and girls lowered their heads and obediently called out:
"Teacher Abigail!"
Sera Abigail scanned the crowd, a hint of disappointment in her eyes:
"True action relies not on shouting, but on discipline and intelligence! Knowing full well that this is someone else's scheme, you foolishly pin the blame on the organization, stepping into the mud, and you still think this is a good thing?"
Is it...is it a bad thing?
The young people, who had just been so full of enthusiasm, looked at each other, not daring to look up or make eye contact, much less speak.
"What are you all still standing there for?" Abigail snapped. "Shouting and yelling, trying to force the leader to make a decision? I think you're afraid the Aurors won't be able to find our base. Get back to your posts!"
Under Abigail's cold gaze, the crowd scattered like mice being watched by a cat, once they were given permission.
Cassius Thorne nodded with a hint of embarrassment and said, "Sera, you're back."
“It’s not just me who’s come back,” Abigail said, looking at him.
"Who else...?"
Thorne's gaze froze before he could finish speaking.
At the end of the corridor, a group of people had just arrived.
The leader was a handsome man in his forties or fifties, with a faint smile on his lips. The vicissitudes of life that the years had given him were as mellow as strong liquor, and occasionally a butterfly tattoo on his arm would be revealed as he walked.
Cassius Thorne said in a hoarse voice, "Yordle... Brolin... when... when did you..."
Stern and the man wearing the raven mask both turned to look, but neither of them made a sound.
"It's been three years, hasn't it, Chief?" Brolin said with a friendly smile. "It's reassuring... You're still as useless as ever."
Anger instantly surged onto Cassius Thorne's face. He wanted to say something, but when he saw the dark mass of people emerging from the end of the corridor, all his words were choked in his throat.
Beside Yodl Brolin was a greasy, disheveled man wearing a white lab coat stained with unidentified dirt. His eyes were focused yet dazed, and he seemed to be muttering something to himself, giving the impression of living in his own world.
Following behind them were eight masked warriors, each tall and imposing, their dark combat uniforms highlighting their powerfully muscular physiques.
Further back was a group of soldiers in lighter-colored uniforms. They were more robust than the former, so much so that their movements appeared somewhat clumsy.
These silent soldiers quickly took control of all the entrances and exits of the base, and even Cassius Thorne's bedroom was under their guard.
Thorne's expression changed drastically: "Blorin, what do you want to do?"
“I’ve heard about the stupid things you’ve been doing lately,” Yodl Brolin said slowly.
He entered the room, and Rolando Stern quickly stood up, while the man in the raven mask also quietly rose and bowed his head.
Brolin walked past Thorne, sat down in the middle chair, looked at the man who was trembling with anger, and said softly:
"You arranged two assassination attempts on Wade Gray, and both failed?"
Thorne said firmly, "You can see how much of a threat that guy's puppets pose to us! The sooner we kill him, the better for us!"
Sera Abigail glanced at him silently.
“That makes sense.” Brolin nodded, then asked gently, “Was he killed?”
Thorne's expression froze.
Rolando Stern said in a low voice, "Wade Gray's protection is not weak... but considering that he came to America without his puppet, it is indeed a once-in-a-lifetime assassination opportunity..." Before he could finish speaking, Brolin raised his palm, and Stern shut his mouth at the right moment.
Brolin smiled at him and said, "No need to explain for this good-for-nothing, Stern. I know you wouldn't have approved his crude assassination plan if you were in charge!"
Thorne scoffed angrily: "Ha, you can sit here smugly criticizing me because I'm trying to eliminate the enemies that threaten the Purifiers, while you've done nothing! I may have failed, but at least I tried! What about you?"
Brolin, however, showed no intention of arguing with him, and sighed, saying:
"You even fired Mordisi like a disposable bullet! He's a technician! A technician!"
"Even if you don't know what 'technician' means, surely you know how difficult it is to train a qualified alchemist?"
“Do you think I want to sacrifice him?” Thorne said angrily. “You don’t think just anyone can get close to that Wade Gray, do you? Only Mordis has that opportunity! Besides, I’ve prepared a perfect escape plan for him! As long as he makes his move, he can rendezvous with Adebayo…”
Brolin rubbed his forehead and asked helplessly, "So where is Adebayo...?"
Thorne fell silent again.
"Two cadres, Thorne! Two outstanding cadres, and you've used them up like cannon fodder."
Brolin said with great distress, "If we could actually kill Wade Gray, that would be one thing, but besides losing a plane to Muggles, what other noteworthy achievements did you make? Nothing!"
"To prevent leaks, I had to pay a huge price: I had to hire someone to silence Adebayor and Modigliani! Do you know how much it hurt me to do that?"
The raven mask paused, startled: "Modihis... is dead?"
"Yes! We had no choice. We used two pots of devil's vine... Fortunately, it didn't cause any greater damage."
Brolin sighed heavily and said, "But I didn't expect that before I could even clean up the mess over there, you would create another big news story for me!"
"Wait!" Thorne exclaimed in alarm, quickly protesting, "We didn't make the video! It was a frame-up!"
Brolin gave him a pitying look and said, "Does it make a difference? Who will the elites of the Magic Congress vent their anger on? You're sitting in New York, letting this happen. Don't you bear any responsibility at all?"
"How can I stop it?" Thorne said angrily. "I only found out half an hour ago!"
Brolin retorted, "Is incompetence... not a sin?"
Before Thorne could say anything more, Brolin gently waved his hand, and two warriors behind him leaped out like hunting dogs, rushing towards Thorne!
Thorne reacted quickly; he drew his gun and fired!
"boom!"
The bullet was stopped by a masked warrior, wisps of smoke rising from his chest, while Brolin behind him was unharmed.
"Pfft!"
Thorne slowly lowered his head, looking at the large hole in his chest, then at the warrior who had pierced through his body with his bare hands. His lips twitched, and blood gushed out like a burst dam.
He rolled his eyes, seeing Abigail turn her head away as if unable to bear the sight, Rolando Stern looking down at his toes, the raven-masked man coldly watching his death, only Brolin bowing slightly in greeting:
"Farewell, Chief."
Who am I... a leader...?
The last words were left unsaid, turning into a gurgling sound in his throat, before Thorne's body slumped to the ground, his eyes still staring at the gray ceiling.
Brolin looked up and sighed sympathetically, “Poor Thorne… but our Purifiers leaders have always earned their positions through their own blood and blood, not through that ridiculous Muggle father-son succession system.”
"I hope you will understand this simple truth when you get to that world."
He kicked away the body's arm that lay at his feet, then looked at the others and said, "Now, let's talk about how to resolve this situation."
"But first of all... Sera!"
Abigail stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Mr. Brolin."
“If I’m not mistaken, Sera,” Brolin said gently, “Wade Gray… your student… should be in New York right now.”
(End of this chapter)