Chapter 27： Letter from the wizarding world

Yuri is very busy. Arms dealers are a chore, especially a small businessman like Yuri, who can only run around to earn some hard money. Those giants also have to run around, flying around in the sky every day. Wherever there is turmoil, they will appear where they are, like the strategists in the Warring States Period, to solve problems for the vulgar meat eaters. Of course, there are also word games like Liubaili and Liuli in the land of business, but in general, most people still follow the rules. Because I don't follow the rules, I don't work in this industry for a long time.

Yuri is a wonderful person. He sold Israeli Uzis to Arabs and Soviet-made bullets to Facis, but he didn't sell weapons to Ben very much, not because of moral issues, but because his checks always bounced.

Such a person will naturally not miss any opportunity. Tom is in his eyes "exotic goods" and "livable". However, since the two met at the end of July, they have cut off contact like this. Until one day in early September, Yuri received a letter from his little friend Tom, but the place to receive the letter was a bit strange, on the high seas.

The waves were rough, and a freighter swayed up and down with the waves. The freighter itself was rusted and looked old. Maybe the ship itself was older than everyone on board. Yuri was on this boat with all his wealth.

Five nautical miles behind the ship, a small speedboat is breaking the waves. There are several big men in full armor on the speedboat. The person standing on the bow has an inch head, wears a pair of sunglasses, and puts one foot on the edge of the boat. The eaves of the boat, regardless of the cold sea water hitting his face.

"Damn! What are you talking about? What is leaked news? Explain to me, what is leaked news! You told me to get rid of them? Use a cargo ship to get rid of the speedboat?" Yuri stood in the captain's room, holding the He cursed over a satellite phone, without the grace and poise he had in London. It's no wonder that any arms dealer will be angry when he knows that all his belongings are being targeted by ICPO.

Yuri hung up the phone, immediately dialed another number, and asked for the name of a ship with the same tonnage as the cargo ship under his feet. Then, he ordered his staff to spray paint the name of the bow of the ship, and by the way, put the ship on the ship. The flag that was hoisted was also changed.

on the boat. "Sir, the name of the ship ahead is Cono, not the Christo we are looking for. There is no problem with this ship."

"This ship doesn't look like it's okay." The inch-headed man was ICPO's team captain Jack. He stared at the rusted hull for a while, "I want to board the ship for inspection."

To Jack's surprise, the "Connor" obediently stopped and asked them to board the ship for inspection. But they still dare not take it lightly, after all, the other party may be a vicious arms dealer! But things are completely different from what they thought. This is an ordinary freighter. Jack opened a container with great dedication and found that it was full of potatoes. The potatoes were exposed to the hot tropical sun and gave off an extremely unpleasant smell.

However, this did not dissuade Jack's suspicions. He wanted to continue the inspection, but his subordinates came to report that they had found traces of the Christo in the north - this was the role of the intelligence personnel Yuri had previously bought. So Jack was ready to disembark immediately. He looked back, but suddenly saw a white dove squatting on the window edge of the captain's room. In his impression, pigeons are fat slackers living in the square, and the sea is two things that have nothing to do with the wind, horses and cattle. Seeing pigeons here gave him a strange feeling. But he didn't stop, but accelerated his pace. He had more important things to do.

Yuri watched the speedboat go away, holding a letter in his hand, a white dove was pecking bread on his table, the letter showed him a magnificent magical world: a flying broom, thousands of Ghosts that have never been wiped out for years, houses born out of thin air, moving portraits and stairs...

Yuri was a little envious, envious that the child could live in the legendary magical world, but feeling the salty sea breeze, he estimated the profit in the warehouse behind him, and he was not so interested in the magical world. Yuri sometimes wondered why Tom was willing to tell him these things, when a submachine gun wasn't worth the price. He didn't get into the horns either. For him, as long as the two could use each other, it would be fine.

His eyes turned to the pigeon that ate happily, and he understood that his connection with the magical world was all tied to this pigeon. His eyes softened and he poured another glass of water for the pigeon.

"Help me get that glass of pumpkin juice, thank you."

Tom asked for a jug of chilled pumpkin juice from his roommate Stephen Comfort and poured it into his goblet. On the golden plate in front of him was a rib-eye steak, a roasted lamb rib a roasted chicken thigh, a tablespoon of stew, and two pieces of bread with butter, in addition to these, some sausages, bacon and other Category.

Not to mention anything else at Hogwarts, the food is really good, and it's all free, it's a paradise for foodies. Of course, the taste may be more British, and many people are probably not used to it, but you can sneak into the kitchen and teach the recipe to the enthusiastic house-elves. I believe you will soon be able to see what you want on the dining table. desired meal.

Tom stuffed the cold pumpkin juice and juicy beef into his mouth. He estimated that Yuri might have received his letter at noon today. He hoped to have a relationship with the arms dealer. This Christmas, an earth-shattering event is about to happen, and the future of arms dealers will be extremely bright. Knowing one in advance is not a bad thing.

"It's really a pity that you didn't come in the afternoon." The roommates gathered together and discussed the board game they played in the afternoon. Tom swallowed the beef unhurriedly, and then said to them: "It's nothing, I also have a new game here, which is more brain-burning and exciting than the Eastern Front you play."

This sentence caught the attention of the roommates. Tom saw that everyone was looking at himself, so he briefly explained to them the rules of werewolf killing—of course, the simplest roles: pre-, female, hunter, and guard.

"The Prophet. The witch, the hunter, the guard... that sounds interesting." Stephen Comfort nodded thoughtfully, keenly aware that the game seemed to be very brain-burning - that's really great Well, he likes brain-burning games the most.

"This game requires at least 6 people. We happen to have 6. Let's go back and try it at night? Two gods, two people, two wolves." Tom put forward a suggestion that made the roommates excited.