Chapter 432

Woolworth Building, downtown New York.

This skyscraper, built in 1913, is the 55 storey building famous for being the tallest in the world at that time. It is also the seat of the magic Congress of the United States.

As long as you cast the right spell at its gate, you can enter the space for wizards.

The interior has more than twice as many floors as the exterior of the building, and each floor looks so busy. Yes, it's usually very busy here, but recently, it has undoubtedly become busier.

At this moment, London time is more than 9:00, while New York time is only 4:00 a.m. But now things are tense. There is no doubt that not many people are still in the mood to go to bed.

On the top floor of the building, the spacious conference room was full of people around the huge oval table. As for the recent frequent attacks, almost all those qualified to speak here have expressed their views.

Zoe is also an employee of the magic Congress. In fact, in terms of her position, it's more difficult to speak here than to go to heaven. She can sit here and listen because of her duty.

In the final analysis, she is just a copywriter of the archives and records office. Sometimes, as she is now, she also acts as a meeting recorder in case of major matters.

She seems to be seriously controlling the quill pen to take shorthand of the meeting. While not missing any word, she is bored to observe everyone here.

Among the Wizards sitting around the conference table, there are all kinds of big people. These people have different expressions, and their views on the attack are a little different.

If there are people who harm their own interests, they will naturally show multiple enthusiasm and try to deal with it as soon as possible while ensuring their money and rights.

And those who have nothing to do with their own interests generally don't care about the development of the situation. What they are thinking about is how to take this opportunity to eliminate their opponents.

Of course, there are also some wizards who, like her copywriter, have the meaning of doing nothing. She knows these people very well, because they are undoubtedly those guys who have no desire for the possibility of promotion.

Well, if you want to ask Zoe if she has ever thought about a promotion, I'm afraid she can only smile perfunctorily.

To be honest, she actually has a unique competitive advantage, because she is born with a stronger talent for taking God and mind than other wizards. But unfortunately, she herself hated it.

Because she always can't control her ability, she often reads the inner thoughts of others inadvertently. Even if it's just a superficial thought, it will cause great trouble to her.

Because of this, she hasn't found a suitable boyfriend so far.

There is a saying among the hemp chickens that a woman who is too smart is always not easy to capture a man's sincerity. Zoe has been thinking, maybe this sentence is the same in the magic world?

She put out her wand and poked the quill pen, and asked it to dip some ink in the ink bottle, because the "big people" seemed to have been silent for a long time.

Zoe understood the reason why those guys were silent - just now, the president of Congress, Ms. Oprah, asked everyone speechless.

"... so, did the last disaster last too long? What do you think of war?"

Zoe can say a fair word for the chairwoman in her heart - she believes that Ms. Oprah is indeed a down-to-earth president of Congress and a quite competent president.

But to be honest, it's no use barefoot. Ms. Oprah is usually very bold, but once it's time to make a decision, she seems a little unsatisfactory.

She can keep the whole American magic world running steadily, but at this time, she obviously doesn't mean to listen or speak.

The reason why the adults were silent was not because Ms. Oprah's questions were loud and powerful, but because she didn't have any good ideas herself - it was clear in everyone's mind.

After that, a long time later, the inexplicably boring meeting was finally over.

Zoe poked the quill pen with her wand to wipe the ink on the pen head, while she waved her wand and copied several copies of the parchment roll of the meeting minutes with a copy spell.

After a series of routine preparations such as submission, filing and distribution, she slowly left the congress hall with several rolls of parchment.

No one will rush her because her work has been finished. Although it was ordered that all congressional staff should not be absent without permission during the start of the emergency plan, she didn't care.

In a short time, the meeting will not be held again, and her copywriter can go back to the office and have a good sleep.

She was not at all worried about the attack - her grandfather had long died, and the grandmother who had always liked her happened to go abroad to visit her relatives; As for her parents... Those two old husbands and wives who were not serious all day set out to play with Tibetan snowmen in an oriental country as early as the day she graduated!

If she had to worry about something, she might be more worried that the irresponsible couple would freeze to death in the deep mountains and snow forest if they were not careful!

Passing by other colleagues she knew or didn't know, Zoe took the magic elevator and returned to her office.

There are five colleagues in her office. Unlike her, the other four are obviously more motivated than her. At this critical moment, most of them are running around outside, redoubling their efforts for their dying career.

That's why she's the only one in the office right now.

She put the things she held in her arms in the file basket to be processed, then went straight to the staff rest area in the corner of the office and cooked the hot eggnog leisurely.

Of course, alcohol is definitely not allowed in the office, but who cares so much about Zoe's leisurely position?

While cooking, she sat down in a chair beside her, narrowed her eyes and dozed off. After all, anyway, it's early morning, and it's too boring to record the meeting. She feels a little soft.

Sitting in a chair, smelling the smell of milk mixed with cream, she unconsciously recalled the day she had just graduated and entered the job.

In fact, it wasn't long at all, almost a year and a half ago.

In fact, Zoe didn't have no enthusiasm for the workplace from the beginning. At first, like other newcomers, she secretly rejoiced to get a job in the American magic Congress.

But before long, she found that she hated those workplace struggles without gunpowder smoke in her heart.

Because of her special ability, she is very sensitive to other people's thoughts. She knew very well who was wrong and who was hiding evil.

When she found that she couldn't find a colleague around who could be as sincere as her classmates and friends at school, she became lack of interest.

Zoe is a beautiful girl. She has been very popular since childhood. Needless to say, even after she started working, there were many seemingly handsome and funny men talking to her.

However, she just felt like vomiting

Just as she became a little confused in the strong milk fragrance, she was awakened by a sudden soft noise.

"You... Who are you?"

She opened her eyes and saw the wizard walking to the middle of the office.

“……”

The other party stared at her for a while without saying a word. Suddenly, a terrible black fog burst up and rushed towards Zoe.

Zoe knew that this time she was saved by her talent. Although she was usually quite tired of this annoying talent, now she expressed her sincere gratitude to it.

Zoe managed to avoid the terrible blow just a second before the other party turned into a black fog.

"Boom!"

While the other party hit the wall in the rest area, Zoe quickly got up, threw off her steps and ran to the door. As she ran, she didn't forget to look back at the bulging black fog and keep her only vigilance.

Because she found that even if the other party was a black fog, she could sense the voice of the other party's surface.

Since she has the only advantage, where can she let go easily? The speed of the black fog was so fast that she gave up the idea of fighting back with a spell. She has only one idea now, that is to run!

As long as you can run out of the office, you may be safe.

However, at the moment when her fingertips were about to touch the door handle, she still looked back at each other. She immediately threw herself to the left, and then fell heavily on the long file case next to her.

Then she heard a loud noise behind her.

Regardless of the sharp pain under her ribs, Zoe tried to turn over and look back, only to find that the black fog directly broke through the door of the office and rushed into the corridor outside.

"OK..." she thought, "whether I go out or he goes out - in short, it must be right for someone to go out!"

But then came another question: How did that guy get in?

There is no doubt that it is an attacker in the recent series of dangerous incidents.

She doesn't care how the other party's inexplicably powerful power comes from. She cares more about how the other party enters the heavily guarded parliament building than this?

Just as Zoe fell and sat beside the long table, the silent man who sneaked into the Woolworth Building dashed across the corridor, finally slammed open the window and flew out of the building.

At this time, Maka, who had just arrived at the entrance of Jackson Square, suddenly turned around and looked at the fleeing fire that suddenly appeared in the night.

Under the heavy moonlight, the scene was particularly clear.