Chapter 884
Choices in the Rain
Chapter 884 Choices in the Rain
"it's over?"
Victor dragged Jonathan, who had also finished his interrogation, in and asked, "What should we do with these two? If we need to cast a forgetting spell, the master will have to come in person."
"No need."
Vilan slid his palm down—
"Crack!"
With a crisp sound, Victoria's head slumped down.
Vilan looked at his companion and laughed, "Richard and Victoria were killed by the crazed Jonathan, and their daughter Elana is a witness. As for Jonathan..."
Victor looked down at the man in his arms, lifted him up, and threw him away.
With a dull thud, Victor looked at the man whose head had hit the sharp corner of the step precisely and said calmly, "He accidentally fell to his death while trying to escape."
"Hahaha..." Vilan laughed out loud: "This is what the master meant when he said, 'When a general is in the field, he may disobey the emperor's orders!'"
Victor nodded silently.
They all knew very well that, whether in the presence of Dumbledore, who upheld justice and benevolence, or in his dealings with Grindelwald, who secretly hoped that Wade would break through moral constraints, "Wade Grey" was best portrayed as someone with principles and integrity.
and so……
"Don't let those guys live to see tomorrow's sun, don't give them any chance to turn the tables"—this kind of order would never come from Vader's mouth.
However, as puppets that are like half-bodies, they know very well what kind of situation their master cannot tolerate and what kind of situation he wants to see.
The two went to Richard Harrington's secret basement, stuffed everything inside into a briefcase enchanted with a tamper spell, cleaned up any traces they had left, straightened their bodyguard uniforms, and walked out side by side.
"Has the list been sent to other people?"
"of course."
“Some of these guys aren’t in New York, which makes things a bit tricky.”
"Hand it over to the UMNO; Braun's been bored to death these days!"
"That's good."
"What do you think about us developing some manpower? Every time something happens, we rely on our own people for cooperation. While trust isn't an issue, we always have to figure out how to get proper identities first, which is a bit inconvenient."
"Good idea, let's discuss it together when we get back."
……
The rain poured down, washing away the dirty streets. The stench in the air disappeared, replaced by a damp but refreshing mist.
Antoine held up his wand, an invisible barrier emerging from its tip to block the rain.
Before him stood an old factory in Brooklyn, with a sign that read "Ferry Printing Factory" still hanging on the iron gate, but the windows of the guardhouse were smashed.
Through the window, you can see dilapidated chairs lying on the ground, and the ground is littered with trash left by homeless people who have spent the night there.
This place had been abandoned for a long time, but it was unusually lively tonight.
Antoine bypassed the factory gate and arrived at an abandoned drainage tunnel near the riverbank, which was sealed off by an iron fence. Shortly after arriving, he saw that the tunnel had been opened, and Derain stood at the entrance with a dark expression.
"How is it?" Antoine asked, pushing the umbrella in his hand forward as he did so.
"Not much to show for it." Derain emerged from inside, slowly wiping his fingertips with a clean handkerchief, his voice icy.
"The alarm went off the moment we entered. These Purifiers didn't even think about putting up a fight, and all the key figures escaped."
“That’s normal,” Antoine said with a grin. “Rats that have been in their burrows for so long naturally can’t adapt to hunting in the sunlight. But you’ve blocked the entrance, how could they possibly escape?”
At this point, DeLayne's expression grew even more unpleasant.
"These guys dug at least seven or eight entrances to their base. Who can stop them? And I never expected that an organization like this would even have a key to its base!"
“So this isn’t a small outpost, and the guys inside aren’t ordinary either.” Antoine’s gaze swept across the scene inside the tunnel, and he sighed, “What a pity! We let the big fish get away.”
Following the tunnel, which was illuminated as brightly as day by a fluorescent spell, the UMNO members were quickly and efficiently clearing away the corpses inside, and others were transporting out the items they had searched.
Antoine glanced sideways at the gruesome corpses and asked curiously:
"Even cannon fodder has value for interrogation, so why did you kill them all? By the way, what about that guy who slandered Wade?"
“He’s dead.” Derain raised an eyelid and said with disgust, “The Purifiers have placed a curse on him. The curse will be triggered the moment he tries to reveal the core secrets!”
Just then, a member of the shaman cast a levitation spell to send out a corpse. The corpse was covered in blood and looked as if it had suffocated from the blood gushing from its own body.
"Ha!" Antoine sneered, "A bunch of lunatics who shout about eradicating wizards, yet they themselves are more skilled at using dark magic curses than most wizards!"
The black-robed shaman threw the body into the river. Before the dark water had completely swallowed the body, he waved his wand, and the light of the spell fell upon it.
In an instant, the river water churned and surged, and schools of fish swarmed in from all directions, crowding together in dense swarms. They opened their greedy mouths and fought to swallow the flesh and blood.
In less than two minutes, the figure seemed to have been erased by an invisible eraser, leaving only pale bones floating in the water, being dragged into deeper water by a ferocious pike.
The ordinary UMNO member bowed slightly to the two cadres before going to deal with the next body.
After Grindelwald's "instruction" for so long, the quality of the cult members has improved significantly. At least now, very few people throw spells at their companions' feet or can't even use a complete Ironclad Spell.
Antoine gazed at the shattered shimmering light on the river's surface, remained silent for a moment, and then murmured:
"I'm curious, were those wizards who joined the Purifiers controlled, or were they willing to sell their souls for money? Or...did they really think that if the Purifiers succeeded, they would be given a place?"
De Laine said, "It's nothing more than being driven by hatred and self-interest; it's always been that way throughout history."
He took out a stack of documents with charred edges and said, "They wanted to burn these when they left, but they were too late."
Antoine took the document, squinted at it, his gaze sweeping over the names and companies listed, and suddenly chuckled:
"You know what? Someone gave Vader a great idea. To deal with these people who just won't be wiped out no matter how hard you try, the Muggle IRS might be much more effective than our magic."
“Wade…Grey…”
Derain murmured the name, looked up at the still raging wind and rain, and said in a low voice:
"How did he do that? Even Mr. Grindelwald couldn't precisely guide and manipulate the climate over such a large area..."
Antoine stroked his wand and said, "I've heard it's something Muggle does? I don't know much about those things..."
After a pause, his tone was filled with complex emotion: "Sometimes, I actually understand those who question Wade's achievements... He was only a teenager, yet he was able to manipulate the rules of two worlds so skillfully."
"So, sometimes I worry about another issue."
De Laine's expression turned serious, and he lowered his voice, almost whispering:
“Mr. Grindelwald saw him as the only option to lead the UMNO into a new world, but…”
"When Wade Grey is fully powerful, will he really need the Malachi Party?"
(End of this chapter)