Chapter 708：

He raised his wand and said to John: "Pull out your wand, Second King. I can tell you that behind me, there is a weapon capable of destroying half a Muggle city."

"And the only way you can stop them is to let me die."

John narrowed his eyes as he looked at the person in front of him who was not planning to escape.

Garland said: "Show me your power, Second King!"

. His wand waved.

The flames condensed into a red tiger.

John calmly raised his wand.

The next second.

The white light turned into a lightning spear, spanning the distance between the two.

Garland was startled, and the same white light shot out from the wand and collided with it.

The two sides were in a stalemate for less than three seconds before John's Crushing Curse penetrated Garland's wand like a powerful weapon.

The hole as big as a bowl is on the chest, and the wound is constantly turning into particles and scattering like an hourglass.

Garland fell to his knees and looked at his wounds.

He looked up at John again.

John walked up to the kneeling man, his expression unchanged.

This powerful force made Garland smile.

"You are indeed very powerful, Second King." He looked at John and slowly put his hand on his heart.

The moment they were about to make contact, John's hand was already on his head.

Psychic magic is activated, and the memories buried in the head are dug out.

Before his life was about to come to an end, everything about him had been learned by John.

Garland's body lost all vitality.

The dead body fell down, like weathered paper, shattering into countless powders and dissipating.

John glanced at the activated weapons.

He murmured: "Self-righteous martyr, your sacrifice will not make you great."

…

A peaceful night in London.

After all, the sickle of death did not leave a mark on those people's necks.

People in the government found out about the whereabouts of weapons from those who collaborated with Grindelwald.

A terrorist attack that could end the career of a prime minister leaves people unable to make decisions.

During the day, all London subway stations were blocked, and they were heavily armed to investigate.

But until the last track was searched, they were confused.

The so-called weapons did not appear at all.

Still, something was discovered.

​For example, the location of the weapons that were once installed there.

Just when everyone was in trouble, a phone call was answered.

Immediately afterwards, the city-wide blockade of the subway was unlocked.

…

Chapter 722: The Wick family’s fire dragon, negotiation

The Wick family.

Watson put his hand on his chin and stared at the blocks in front of him.

Ariana was taken to the beauty salon by Mrs. Wick today. I heard that she was going to give the little girl a new look.

The last time Ariana came back dressed as a movie character, she happened to be seen by Mrs. Wick.

When the lady saw that her daughter had the same interest as herself, she immediately pulled Ariana away.

Completely ignoring her husband who was dressed as a movie character like Ariana.

The old man Watson who was left at home sat on the sofa. He felt that half of his buttocks were numb as he remained in this position.

He moved a little, then looked up and saw the muzzles of the guns. He froze and said, "I'm just moving a little."

There are currently six people in Wick's family.

Except for Watson, Mycroft sat across from him with four of his agents.

"Don't you have anything to say, Watson?" Mycroft sat opposite Watson.

His eyes flashed with strange color, and he asked: "About your appearance at that subway station."

explain?

I came out on horseback to fool around, who can I explain to me!

Watson couldn't say that he took his son to climb the tower yesterday, and then his son asked him to give him a ride to the subway station, right?

So, silence is the Wick family today.

He was silent and had no intention of explaining.

This kind of performance has become acquiescence in Mycroft's eyes.

"I'm actually very curious about the strange reaction you had with Alec Hopkins the last time you went to the Seventh Place," Mycroft said with a calm face, "Do you know him?"

Watson still said nothing.

Mycroft continued: "Not only do you know each other, but your relationship is not an ordinary one."

Nonsense, he is my son’s dean.

Watson pretended to be serious.

"You know him, which means you have a connection with the person behind him," Mycroft looked at Watson and said, "And you are not a wizard."

"Tell me, Watson," Mycroft leaned forward, his eyes showing aggressiveness, "about your relationship with the person behind it."

"The lost weapon appeared in the military area, and the list you gave is consistent with the wizard."

"As an underground president, why are you connected with wizards?"

Mycroft needs an answer.

Watson finally looked up, his eyes deep.

Then…

Move the other half of your butt.

The main reason is that my buttocks are a little numb after sitting for too long.

Mycroft took a deep breath.

Why can this person be so presumptuous?

Aren’t you afraid of actually doing it yourself?

The agents were also shocked by the underground president's calm and composed temperament.

You must know that Watson is now being watched by four of Britain's most elite agents, and these people have the ability to take Watson's life at any time.

Even so, Watson still didn't have any panic.

The indifference in his eyes made it seem as if the people in front of him were just a group of children with toys.

The underground president is so terrifying.

They even sat like this all morning.

Just when the hands jumped to eleven o'clock, Watson spoke.

"My wife will be back soon." Watson said with a deep expression, "Why don't you go back first and come back in the afternoon?"

Provocation!

It’s definitely a provocation!

This is questioning the professionalism of MI6, ah no, MI6!

An agent exchanged glances with Mycroft, then nodded.

The next second, the agent raised his gun and shot.

The bullet grazed Watson's thigh and hit the sofa.

Watson: "..."

Mycroft: "..."

Agent, he felt he understood Mycroft's eyes.

Mycroft silently turned to look at the agent, "What are you doing?"

The agent was a little confused and asked, "Didn't you ask me to shoot him as a warning?"

Mycroft's eyebrows were beating and he said, "I'll let you go out first!"

Where did this agent come from? What kind of eyes are you reading?

But Watson Wick was able to remain calm even like this. The underground president is indeed courageous.

Unexpectedly, Watson didn't even react. After all, who would have thought that the agent was so tough.

The agents are getting ready to go out.

But Watson couldn't sit still.

I really can’t sit still.

Because of the sofa under his butt.

The originally ordinary sofa suddenly deformed rapidly.

Immediately afterwards, Watson was forced to stand up.

The sofa had already stood up and hit the armrest of the sofa towards the agent who fired.

The agents who didn't react flew out directly.

The other agents reacted and drew their weapons to shoot without much thought.

There was a roll of carpet under their feet, and the three of them were **** like chicken rolls.

The carpet continued to shrink, causing the three people's bones to be broken.

Mycroft looked over there, then at Watson, and said, "Now, you always need to explain."

Watson thought for a moment and said, "Actually, this is new fully automatic furniture imported from the United States."

Obviously, there is no possibility that Mycroft would believe this clumsy lie.

Sitting down again, this time it was Watson's turn to sit on the same sofa as Mycroft.

"It's my first time sitting so close. I'm really not used to it." Watson sat a little further to the side.

The agents are already outside the door.

There are only two people now.

"You don't have to explain," Mycroft said, "but you should also know what will happen if others find out about what is going on here."

"I thought we were friends." Watson said with a headache. "As a friend, you should know that there are some questions you shouldn't ask."

"I don't need to ask you and let the person behind you come out." Mycroft sneered, "You have to make a choice."

"Okay." Watson sighed, "I can tell you."