Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

The darkness of winter always comes suddenly.

Yoang, who was wearing a brown jacket and a deerstalker hat, jokingly watched a few brats happily running away with Q dancers, his heart filled with the joy of sowing.

As long as you take one bite, you will never forget that ecstatic feeling... When the time comes, just take the money from home and buy it!

The streetlight suddenly turned on, and the dim light shone on Yoang's skinny side face, reminding him that it was time to move.

He wants to develop customers in bars and nightclubs, and those people are the real fat sheep.Groups of men and women whose brains have been burnt out by lights and alcohol gather together and don't care about what they eat and drink. When they wake up, they will always bow to the Q dancer. Under the skirt.

Although Jonah is very lazy, he is good at eating, drinking, whoring and gambling, and he also likes to domestically abuse his mother.But he was very active in distributing drugs, because that meant he could make a lot of money from addicts for a while.Even if he had to pay most of it to his superiors, there would still be a considerable amount left for him to squander.

Yoang was humming Michael Jackson's "Smooth Criminal" to his music while walking towards his Qiseun van parked in a remote corner.

He loved this song so much that he once imitated Michael Jackson and leaned forward 45 degrees while singing in the bathroom, resulting in a big scar on his forehead.

Even though he now wears a hat every day when he goes out, it still cannot stop his love for music.

Opening the car door, Yoong sang "annieareyouok.so,annieareyouok" while sitting in, inserting the key in the ignition amidst the creaking groan of the seat cushion.

The engine, which had been repaired countless times, made a hard breathing sound. When Yoang reached out to hold the gear lever, he was horrified to find that there was a person sitting on the passenger seat of his car!

A man wrapped in a black cloak and wearing a skull-shaped helmet on his head was looking at him with dense red eyes in his eye sockets!

But obviously when I got in the car, I didn't see anyone else in the car!

Yoang had no extra brain power to think. He leaned back suddenly, screamed like a little girl, reached out and tried to pull out the self-defense pistol from his crotch.

Ohm, who had just lifted the wandless phantom spell, was wearing berserker armor and stretched out his hand to hold the drug dealer's forearm and bend it!Then he inserted the sharp stubble on his forearm that was protruding from the body surface deeply into this son of a bitch’s thigh!Then he punched the drug dealer's jaw, and dozens of yellowed and blackened teeth spurted out, clattering onto the dashboard.

Regardless of whether Annie is OK or not, John is definitely not OK.

Fiorina, who was wearing a hockey mask on her face, reached over from the back seat and took away the revolver from the drug dealer's waistband. She said in a deliberately hoarse voice: "Put the pistol in this position? No tits." Already?"

The two of them had been following the drug dealer all afternoon, and every shot that was sent out was recovered by the two of them. They were just waiting for dark and the moment when the drug dealer would move their position, so that they could follow the lead and catch them all!

Scum that poisons children like this should disappear from the world!

"He passed out and couldn't hear you." Ohm's voice came from behind the helmet, with a buzzing metallic echo, "but he soon couldn't sleep anymore."

As he spoke, the claw-like iron gloves of the berserker's armor grabbed the drug dealer's eyelids, tore off the fragile skin and stuffed it into his toothless mouth.

The drug dealer immediately twitched like a live fish that had been electrocuted, tears and blood mixed on his face, and a miserable whimper came from the mouth blocked by iron gloves.

"We ask and you answer, understand?" Fiorina put the muzzle of the pink fur rabbit's gun against the drug dealer's eyelidless eyeballs and opened the safety in front of him.

"Uh huh!" The drug dealer nodded repeatedly, indicating that he was willing to cooperate.

Ohm slowly pulled his fingers out of the beast's mouth, burned the saliva and blood on the surface of the gloves with wandless fire, and said, "Where did you get the goods?"

"No... there is no fixed location..." Yoang endured the severe pain of his broken mandible and stammered: "Every time... I call the other party, and then he... will tell me Where to wait..."

"Lie." Fiorina shot him through the other thigh and said amidst the drug dealer's screams: "You blink so fast, your idea of ​​making up a lie is pretty clear, huh?"

Ohm impatiently took out a small glass bottle from the shrine on his waist. This was the reward for finishing first in Potions class, a small bottle of Veritaserum refined by Professor Snape himself.

Ohm originally did not want to waste these precious liquids on this social scum, but the lies of the drug dealers exhausted his patience.

Unexpectedly, when Ohm just took out the small glass bottle, Yoang screamed in horror: "I said! I said it all! Stika Palace! My goods are all in Stika Palace in Kingston. Got it!”

Looking at the drug dealer who suddenly spoke fluently and his panic-stricken expression, Ohm frowned and forced him to drink two drops of truth serum.

The answer is still Stika Palace.

Ohm and Fiorina looked at each other and nodded.The gray-haired dumpling neatly shot the drug dealer in the head, took out the walkie-talkie from his trouser pocket and summoned his bodyguards to finish the deal.

Ohm frowned slightly, and he could get two clues from the drug dealer's performance just now:

1 He has seen something similar or identical to Ohm's potion bottle, which indicates that he has probably seen a wizard who made the potion, or watched others use the wizard's potion.

2 He once saw someone being tortured by the medicine in the bottle, and the end must be miserable, so he was so frightened when he saw Ohm taking out the medicine bottle.

So, there is at least one wizard in this drug cartel...

But it doesn't matter.

Anyone who dares to sell drugs in my neighborhood will be damned dead even if that wizard is the Minister of Magic!

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London, Kingston, along the Thames.

In the midst of a lifeless dock warehouse, a vast two-story building flashes neon lights and searchlights, almost like a stripper emerging from a group of coal miners.

This is the recently opened nightclub "Stika Palace", which like a banshee attracts people who are unwilling to be lonely in London, a city that never sleeps.The ancient Roman bath-style door already indicated the "open" atmosphere inside. A car stopped at the door, bringing with it a busload of people eager to have fun.

The DJ music with strong rhythm made the surrounding warehouse glass rattle, and men and women twisted and jumped crazily on the smoke-filled dance floor.

The smoke became the best fig leaf, except for the occasional low beast roar and the straight toes, nothing could be seen.

Everyone here is laughing, crying, and furious. Their emotions are amplified to the extreme under the influence of drugs, and they are indulged in unlimited joy.

And just as the clock struck midnight, the roar of the chain saw echoed throughout the audience!