The infinity of blood collapse at the beginning

Chapter 217 Damn wizard. (Second watch for subscription)

"Huh? Did you forget something during this holiday?" In the middle of the night, Jeff lay on the big soft bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

I always feel that there is something on my mind, but I can't remember it.

"It's been too long since I left. As for my brain, is it rusty?"

"Why don't you try Remembrance? Look at the memory?"

After thinking about it, Jeff dismissed the idea.It's okay, it's not a fun thing to check your own memory often.

Any magic is risky, although it is indeed convenient to do so.

Jeff frowned and thought for a long time, and finally gave up thinking, forget it. That's it.

Thinking of this, Jeff lay down again on the big soft bed covered with white goose down, and as soon as he lay down, Jeff woke up suddenly.

"Oops, Hermione!"

In the Bald Eagle Empire, a figure sneakily appeared in the hallway of an apartment building, looked around, and after confirming that there was no other person around him, he took out a pair of pure white rubber gloves from his arms , After putting the white gloves on his hands, he stretched out his arms again and took out a dagger that reflected a deep chill from the dim light in the corridor.

"Dangdang"

A figure knocked on a wooden door in front.Accompanied by the inquiry from the other side of the wooden door, he hid the dagger behind his back, showing a harmless appearance.

"Hello, Mr. Tom, I have a package for you."

After hearing this, the other party opened the door without hesitation.

Ten minutes later, the sneaky figure came out of the room, tidied up the somewhat messy collar around his neck, and checked again whether there were other people around.

Swaggeringly walked towards the door of the apartment.

Inside the gate that he had left before, a middle-aged man was lying in a pool of blood with a dagger stuck in his back.

"Hey, I have completed this task."

After leaving the apartment, the sneaky figure eagerly took out the mobile phone in his pocket and broadcast a number.

"beep beep"

Almost at the agreed time when the shadow finished speaking, his cell phone vibrated.

It was a text message.

"Your XXXX account has received a remittance, the amount: 100 million dollars."

"Haha, this money is more profitable than robbing a bank. It's just simply killing a person. It's so .COOL."

The face of the figure was full of joy and joy, and he didn't feel any discomfort at all because of the killing just now.

"I'm really looking forward to the next mission. I don't know what kind of mission it will be?"

The figure said to himself, thinking about how to spend the money in his heart.

The dark clouds that originally covered the moon just drifted away at this time, a silver light swayed from the sky to the earth, and the figure also revealed his true face.

Wearing a baseball cap on his head, a black sweater with a skull printed on his body, silver rings on his earlobes and lips, a slightly immature face that has not yet grown up, looks just A boy under the age of 18.

It's just that that face has become a little hideous because of the inner desire, and there is something called hostility exuding from him.

"Dingling, dingling." There was a sound from the boy's trouser pocket.

He took out his mobile phone and brought it to his ear, a bewitching voice came from the other side of the microphone, every time the boy was filled with inexplicable anticipation and excitement, but this time the boy was taken aback by the voice.

"Kill any one of your family members. You will get .300 million dollars. Time limit, complete within three days."

After speaking, the other end of the phone was the same as before, and hung up the phone without saying another word.The boy stood there blankly holding the phone, his face was cloudy for a while, and finally turned into an inexplicable excitement.

A strange red glow flashed from the boy's eyes.

The boy stepped on his own crimson motorcycle and sped towards his home.

About half an hour later, the boy stopped outside a not-so-shabby house on the edge of the suburb.From the trunk of the motorcycle, he took out a wrench with a little rust.

He weighed it and felt that it was the right amount of weight. He pinned the wrench on his back, put on a leather coat and took out a bunch of keys, and opened the gate to the yard outside the house.

Next to the mailbox where the mail is stored outside the yard, the surname of the owner of the house - Babis - is printed.

At the same time, inside the house, a middle-aged man with a big belly and a big red nose on his face was staring at his phone in a daze.

Just now, he received a call.

"Kill your son, you will get 1000 million dollars. Time limit, finish it within tonight."

The middle-aged man wanted to call the police, but the number in his hand stopped halfway through the broadcast.

A bloody feast is about to unfold.

"Hey hey hey" A series of weird laughter sounded in a dark basement.

On an altar made up of countless heads, a large hand covered with long hairs tightly holds a strangely shaped landline phone.

"Desire, greed for money, these things are the best food for me to grow. More, more. I will recover my strength soon."

"Thousands of years have passed in this world. Human beings are still so ignorant."

"Damn wizards. When I come out, I will definitely repay you well."

On an isolated island overseas, this is a paradise for ghosts and a place where the living stop.

This is the place where the wizarding world has a great reputation - Azkaban.

Over the entire isolated island, there are dark clouds that block the sun all the year round, making it difficult to tell the difference between morning and evening.

Countless dementors in shabby robes shuttled unscrupulously in the air
This is their paradise.

"You're still alive, you're still alive!" A greasy, sallow, thin, disheveled uncle with disheveled hair and unshaven face stared at the newspaper in his hand with an extraordinary hatred in his eyes.

"Exactly. This time I will send you to hell with my own hands."

The rusty yellow teeth were creaked by him, wishing to crush them in one bite.

A gust of wind blew by, and a big black dog appeared on the spot, but the decadent uncle from before was gone.

This gust of breeze also blew away the newspapers that the decadent uncle had read before.

A few large characters on the newspaper clearly read "Special Award for Invention and Creation of Sir Von Heinfeldt, Sir Emries, Magic Item Store."

Printed on it was a picture of the Weasleys traveling to Egypt.

(End of this chapter)