"So, there are two more of the same car bomb?" Xing Ze confirmed in a deep voice.
Luke nodded quickly, and this damn beast actually put his finger into his wound. The unbearable pain made him almost faint.
"Where is the target? Where is the target of the attack?"
"Our mission is to attack the school." Luke replied, "The other two vehicles, two vehicles, are used to attack the Muggle community and the wizarding community."
"anything else?"
"No, that's all I know."
Xing Ze frowned and hooked his fingers into the bullet holes. Luke was twitching in pain. If the blue beak hadn't tied him up, he might have jumped up from the ground.
"Ah - for...for Merlin's sake, damn it, damn it, damn it -" He shook his head wildly and yelled, saliva and snot running all over his face.
"Do you know why I don't like confusion spells and Legilimency, Luke?"
to your own mistakes.
"It's a pity that I can't use the Cruciatus Curse. That spell requires a person to have the most evil thoughts. I don't think I am a kind person, but I have never been able to cast the spell well. Otherwise, we would have saved a lot of trouble."
Speaking of which, Xing Ze pointed his gun at Luke's other foot, "Do you suggest I make a hole in this leg?"
"I said, I said." Luke begged for mercy. Facing such a cold-blooded and unreasonable madman, he had no room for resistance.
"Bishop Corbett also arranged for some believers to cause chaos during the procession."
"What kind of chaos?"
"Among the people marching are the Chosen Ones. They have the blood clots of God implanted in their bodies, and they can turn into..."
Speaking of this, Luke's voice gradually became quieter, "They will transform into warriors of the Great Lord."
Although Xing Ze wanted to ask where the blood clot of God came from, time did not allow him to do so.
Luke swallowed the saliva in his mouth and continued: "There is also a hospital, and they plan to attack the hospital."
"You know, kid?" Xing Ze took a deep breath, "I think you are right about one thing - if a bad eye affects you, remove it to make it sound again.
"Yes, you lunatics are the one with the bad eye, and I'll gladly take it out."
After saying that, Xing Ze pulled up Luke and saw him dragging him out the door, "If you don't want to die from excessive blood loss, then tell me the hospital attack plan."
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"Merlin's beard!" Old Barty came outside and looked at the sky and exclaimed. The parade had ended, and the entire town was covered by a light red dome.
At this moment, an explosion resounded across the sky, and Reko set up a pergola and looked not far away.
"They started." He murmured, "I remember it should be the Muggle living area."
"Over there...that's the wizarding area." Barty Crouch said with a trembling voice.
Chaos followed the explosion, and a group of wizards riding broomsticks appeared in the sky. They killed everyone they saw, whether they were Muggles or wizards.
And one of the processions suddenly began to attack the surrounding Muggle houses. They used various magics to destroy everything built by Muggles.
The poet saw the flying broom approaching and reminded loudly: "We have to go, Director."
"What are they doing? What are they doing?" Old Barty shouted angrily. He saw several wizards burning Muggles with flames, even children and the elderly.
The most frightening thing is that the attackers are still laughing maniacally and shouting purification.
"They are crazy, Albin, they are crazy. We have to save those people, at least save those children." The director hissed.
Reko tried his best not to look at what was happening, even though those desperate, heart-rending screams kept ringing in his ears.
"We have to go!" he said again. This time he directly pulled up the director and concentrated on using Apparition.
Alfred's location was not very good. He showed up in a wizarding community. Before he could check whether he was missing anything, he heard a burst of gunshots.
He reacted quickly, drew out his wand, and hid behind a carriage.
After a while, a pickup truck sped over, with several heavily armed Muggles standing in the back of the truck.
These people held various weapons in their hands and were shooting around indiscriminately. The unsuspecting wizards were shot and fell to the ground.
Alfred was surprised to find that the bullets used by these people completely ignored the defensive spells of the wizard's robes.
After a round of shooting, the pickup truck continued to move forward. The young Auror took the opportunity to cast a blasting spell, and the car was blown to pieces together with those crazy Muggles.
He walked out from behind the carriage with a look of confusion and confusion on his face, but when he saw the wizards lying on the ground, he couldn't help but clenched his fists.
At this moment, a jeep rushed out of the path on his right and crashed directly into him. Alfred waved his wand hurriedly.
But the two Muggles leaned out and started shooting at him. As a last resort, the Auror cast a defensive charm on himself and jumped away in embarrassment.
The jeep came to an emergency stop not far from him. Just as the Muggles in the car were about to get out of the car, a rocket hit the jeep accurately.
The violent explosion almost broke Alfred's defensive spell, and he looked in the direction of the rocket in shock.
He saw a dilapidated family car driving towards him. The Auror quickly stood up and pointed his wand at the car.
The car stopped in front of him, the window slowly lowered, and an old lady with gray hair and full armor stuck her head out and asked: "Do you need me to give you a ride, handsome man?"
The young Auror was stunned for a second and then replied randomly: "No, no need."
"I think you need it," the old lady insisted. "Your arm is bleeding."
Alfred looked at his left hand, and when he saw the wound on his hand, a sharp pain hit him, and he suppressed a cry.
"Get in the car, kid." The old lady said, "You can't walk far like this. I'll take you to the hospital."
Alfred had no choice. He walked to the passenger side and opened the door, but saw a small rocket launcher.
The old lady reached for the rocket launcher and threw it to the back seat, "My bad, come in."
When he got into the car, the old lady said again: "Kathleen."
"Oh, Alfred. Nice to meet you, ma'am. What's going on here? Who are those crazy people?"
"I don't know. All I know is that those bastards destroyed my apartment. They broke into my apartment and started killing people. They threw grenades and bombs everywhere and shouted that the wizards should die."
Kathleen started the car and continued: "But I gave them a few tickets, the kind with bullets. I guess they should be in hell now."
Alfred turned to look at the firearms and bullets in the back seat, nodded and said, "I guess so."
"Ah, what the hell, my apartment is ruined. It's the best wizarding apartment in town. I've been the caretaker there for fifty years, and I know it even better than my husband does."
As she spoke, Kathleen took out a business card and handed it over.
Alfred took the business card and looked at it. It had the words "Alpine Apartment" written on it, and there were dynamic photos of the apartment on the back.
"Is it my imagination, madam? You seem quite happy. Shouldn't this be a tragedy?"
"Tragedy? Oh, come on, I insured those old apartment buildings for a lot of money." Kathleen replied with a laugh.