Chapter 923
Trust from the Enemy
Chapter 923 Trust from the Enemy
Abigail moved with astonishing speed. As she turned, she rolled to avoid a possible attack, and at the same time, her wand slid swiftly into her palm, pointing at the uninvited guest at the door, its tip flashing with a dangerous light.
Just as the spell was about to be unleashed, she saw the man in the moonlight raise his hands with a smile.
Abigail would naturally recognize his appearance.
The sharp hostility in Abigail's eyes was instantly replaced by intense surprise.
“The UMNO’s… Braun? What are you doing here?”
Abigail asked sharply, ready to unleash a deadly spell at any moment.
“I think I just saved you, miss,” Braun said calmly. “Is this how you express your gratitude?”
Abigail remained vigilant, but her arm holding the wand drooped slightly.
She said coldly, "I don't need you. I can handle this myself. But your unnecessary rescue has ruined my plans!"
Abigail didn't want to be put in a passive position right after meeting him because of an unnecessary "life-saving grace".
But the legendary elusive heir of the UMNO party seemed to have a very good temper. He tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said:
"Okay...it seems that's true. I apologize."
Abigail got up, kicked the body aside, and jumped off the driveway: "You still haven't answered my question... Why are you here?"
After a pause, she asked in a hoarse voice, "The UMNO... has also gotten involved in this?"
Braun smiled: "[Also involved]? That's not quite right. We started getting involved two years ago."
Abigail was taken aback: "...Two years ago?"
This time... was roughly the time when Grindelwald escaped from Nymungard, and also the time when the Malays would occasionally start broadcasting live on streaming platforms.
Even... according to Brolin's speculation... it was when Wade Grey disappeared.
Abigail's thoughts drifted to her student, then something came to mind—
"You mean... those things the Malay Party broadcasted... those wizards rescued from various places? The ones experimenting on them, could it be......"
Braun nodded and said, "That's right, it's Prometheus. The woman you're going to meet, Liana Lightfoot, is one of them."
Abigail was stunned.
It is precisely because the Majustic Party's activities are always about rescuing wizards in distress or even those imprisoned by Muggles for experiments, as well as children with wizarding potential, from all over the world, that they are now regarded by many as "heroes" of the magical world.
The magic ministries of various countries tacitly tolerated the existence of the sorcerers, and did not call for their extermination because of the war decades ago.
Of course, the official attitude of governments around the world has always been ambiguous. They have not pursued the UMNO party, but they also do not recognize the legitimacy of the organization.
Abigail didn't attack Braun immediately when she saw him because of the content of those videos.
But at this moment, the other party told him that the wizards who were tortured in those videos were also related to the person they were trying to contact.
Logically, given their status as purgers, avengers whose mission is to eradicate wizards, they should be happy to see wizards suffer.
But when she thought about the children in the video, who might not even be ten years old, and the evil nature of the human experiments, Abigail felt nauseous.
Brolin... knowing full well what kind of people they are, yet he continues to cooperate with them?
Braun continued, "My target is Liana Lightfoot. This car belongs to her security detail, and I originally planned to use it to infiltrate and find her hiding place."
His gaze swept over the mess outside the car. "I didn't expect to see you, seemingly their 'goods'." "A lady is in danger; I couldn't just stand by and do nothing. Besides..."
He thought of Wade's attitude towards Abigail, smiled, and said:
“I’ve heard of your reputation before—Sera Abigail, an outstanding warrior. I think you would rather die in battle than be drugged and humiliated.”
Abigail's expression shifted slightly, her tense body finally relaxed a bit, and her wand drooped.
"An outstanding warrior".
Such praise would have secretly pleased her for a long time in the past.
But at this moment... Abigail only felt irony.
Even her enemies would consider her dignity, but her trusted comrades did not hesitate to send her away as a gift—even knowing that she would suffer a fate worse than death in the laboratory.
Abigail took a deep breath, suppressing the excruciating pain of betrayal, and said:
“Indeed, I would rather die in battle… I’ll go with you to visit Miss Lightfoot! What are your plans next?”
"Naturally...we will continue with the previous actions."
As Braun passed by Abigail, he took the communication pea from the corpse's ear and put it in his own ear.
At the same time, he smiled at Abigail:
“Muggles always like to misuse these weapons that they don’t even understand. Communication peas are indeed convenient, but they are susceptible to being eavesdropped on, and their security is far inferior to the Book of Friends.”
As he spoke, he searched the body, pulled out various weapons, and found a piece of paper covered with strange symbols, which he held in his hand and pondered.
Abigail watched his actions silently without saying a word.
But a question popped into her mind—wasn't the Communication Pea also a work by Wade Gray?
Could it be that when he designed it, he couldn't prevent magical eavesdropping methods?
Furthermore, during the Purifiers' long tenure, Abigail had only heard that the communication peas were less discreet than the Book of Friends, but she had never seen anyone devise a way to eavesdrop on other people's conversations.
So how did the UMNO conduct its surveillance?
She recalled Brolin's various speculations—that the missing Veder was actually with the UMNO party.
Three months ago, during the Hogwarts tournament, when Wade Grey and Harry Potter encountered Voldemort, Braun suddenly appeared with the Sorcerers, and his attitude towards Wade Grey at that time...
Abigail's mind raced, but her face showed no emotion whatsoever.
She simply waved her wand, and thick mist spewed from its tip.
A white fog blanketed the streets, making the already dark streets even more shrouded in mist, obscuring everything.
Soon, several corpses were stuffed into the van, the flat tires were quickly repaired by magic, and the black van started moving again.
The "driver" who was driving the car was Abigail, who used body shapeshifting techniques to barely resemble the original driver by about seven or eight points.
Braun, dressed in a bodyguard's uniform, sat in the passenger seat, looking at the map and giving her directions.
The vehicle smoothly drove away from the neighborhood that had just experienced a brief killing spree, heading towards the edge of the city.
(End of this chapter)