Chapter 891
The Snow-White Girl
Chapter 891 The Snow-White Girl
Brolin roared, "But now the IRS has almost seized all my assets! The back taxes and fines alone will bankrupt me! Not to mention the people who have been arrested..."
“Ah, that’s the behavior of the Muggle government.” Lyra’s tone was detached and indifferent. “Our tacit understanding is limited to Congress turning a blind eye to you, not to acting as your babysitter.”
"Stop playing dumb with me!" Brolin said coldly, "My people were controlled by magic and betrayed core secrets. Don't tell me you didn't instigate this! How could an outsider like the Witchcraft Party have found the right people so accurately?"
"Ha! That's Grindelwald! Do you think he doesn't have manpower in America?"
Leila replied just as coldly, "And watch your tone, Brolin. Congress acts without explanation to anyone!"
"Ultimately, you should ask yourselves... why did you provoke such a troublesome opponent?"
Did I provoke them?
Brolin was so angry he almost vomited blood: "From the very beginning, it was Grindelwald who chased us down like the Grim Reaper! That madman! We haven't even killed a fraction of the people he's killed, and now he's actually using the banner of justice to attack us!"
That's your problem.
Lyra said, "I warned you all long ago, if you want to make money, just make money, don't go through those vicious experiments. This situation is entirely your own fault for being so greedy!"
"In short, if you can't even clean up your own mess and instead let the fire spread to places it shouldn't be, then the Purgers can truly be wiped out!"
"After all, cleaning house is one of our duties... isn't it?"
The call was disconnected, and a "beep" notification sounded in the communication pod.
Brolin picked the communication pea, took a deep breath, exhaled, clenched his fist, and slammed it hard onto the map!
In the darkness, only his heavy breathing could be heard.
“Very well… Lyra Picqueli… and the Magic Council! You broke the agreement first!”
……
The small room reeked of alcohol and dust. Abigail silently tidied up a few old robes left by Oliver, as well as a well-worn textbook of "Standard Spells".
These are all the belongings left behind by her student.
A girl of about sixteen or seventeen was helping Abigail. She had a simple ponytail, a few freckles on her face, and a hint of sadness in her expression.
"Teacher, Oliver... he must have been very brave when he left, right?" the girl asked softly. "He was a hero, wasn't he?"
Abigail slowed down.
The girl wiped away her tears, lowered her head, and said, "Once we're settled, shall we hold a funeral for him? Even if the farewell ceremony is simple, it doesn't matter. I... I want to see him one last time..."
Abigail looked at her innocent appearance, opened her mouth as if to say something, but her throat seemed to be blocked by something.
Just then, a soft footstep sounded outside. Abigail unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. She immediately handed the girl her belongings and whispered quickly:
"The leader has something else to discuss with me, so I'll leave these to you."
"Oh, okay... okay," the girl said somewhat flusteredly. "Then teacher, please go quickly."
Abigail walked quickly to the door, but did not see Brolin.
She paused for a moment before realizing that the tunnel created a natural sound reflection environment, and the footsteps she heard were probably coming from another corridor.
Abigail hesitated for a moment, then, remembering the girl's tears, her eyes hardened again. At least... she had to find a way to bring Oliver's body back.
Secrecy is a fundamental requirement of the organization, and Abigail felt she shouldn't harbor resentment about it;
But once in the hands of wizards, they have plenty of ways to get a young man to talk. The leak... can't really be blamed on Oliver.
So be it... At least arranging a funeral for him is the only thing she, as his teacher, can do for her student...
She rounded the corner and, sure enough, saw Brolin walking briskly ahead. The man's shadow was stretched long by the gaslight, and the butterfly tattoo on his arm seemed to be fluttering its wings.
Just as Abigail was about to call out, the flickering light shone on Brolin's face. The expression on his face was neither calm nor solemn, nor did it occasionally flash with mockery. Instead, it was an expression that seemed to have been drawn with heavy ink... a look of utter destruction.
Her breath hitched, her feet were abruptly rooted to the spot, and the address that was already on the tip of her tongue was swallowed back.
A chilling intuition crept up my spine.
Brolin's figure flashed past the intersection, and Abigail hesitated for only a moment before quickly following him.
She had carried out missions in extremely dangerous environments, and her well-trained body was like that of a nimble black cat. Her footsteps were silent, and every shadow in the pipes and every groove in the stone wall could become her cover.
……
Brolin turned into an abandoned, narrow tunnel and walked for a long time.
These intricate underground pipes are so dangerous that no one would dare to venture in without a guide, as they could easily get lost in the darkness and never find their way out.
But Brolin did not stop walking at all, as if this were a road he often traveled.
Abigail followed at a distance, only catching up quickly after Brolin's figure had disappeared at the end of the corridor each time.
In the dark and silent environment, even if she couldn't see the other person, the rhythmic footsteps told her where they were.
Brolin walked through a rusty iron gate and down the cracked and rubble-strewn steps, where the air grew increasingly cold and damp.
Suddenly, the view opened up before them—there was a forgotten subway station hidden underground, with cobwebs covering the high ceiling and the old gas lamp holders still remaining on the dilapidated brick walls on both sides.
Abigail, hiding behind the wall, peeked out and almost cried out in surprise.
On the tracks, on the platforms, on the collapsed shelves and on the seats, there were terrifying dark magical creatures everywhere!
Werewolves, vampires, trolls, ghouls, gargoyles...
Those terrifying creatures, which could never coexist, were actually hidden in this space in great numbers.
Most of them lay on the ground, as if asleep; a few wandered around aimlessly, and some even hung upside down on the dome, swaying slightly.
One of the girls, who looked like a vampire, stood out. Her hair was as white as snow, her skin was as pale as porcelain, and her appearance was exquisitely beautiful.
She stood quietly on the roof of the wrecked truck, wearing a long white dress, like a pearl shining brightly in the darkness.
Abigail's heart trembled, and she instinctively wanted to run away. But for some reason, she felt that the girl looked somewhat familiar.
In that instant, the vampire girl suddenly opened her eyes and met Abigail's gaze, which was peering out from the shadows!
(End of this chapter)