A Wizard's Survival Guide to the 20th Century

"Yes, he has a lot more information in his mind than those forgeries."

Santos took the small book and looked at it, then looked at Benjamin with a smile.

"Is there anything special?" Benjamin asked.

"No, no, it's all nonsense as always." Santos shook his head.

He closed the small book, squatted down and stuffed it back into Paul's head, then raised his head.

"So, what's going on today?"

"Yesterday, a man who called himself 'Potter' suddenly appeared. He was a young, red-haired child." Benjamin said.

"He gave his father a copy of the so-called Grade 1A essence, and said that using this power, the mother could give birth to a true god."

"Father believed him and then ordered us to divert your attention. Now...he should be using 'seeding'."

Santos stood up and nodded in amusement.

"What kind of prank is Jose playing to make the gods descend? If it were that easy, we would have dominated the world long ago."

"No, where did he find the 1A grade essence..."

"Are you going to stop him?" Benjamin asked.

Santos shook his head: "No, why? Jose is not a fool. What game they are playing will not cause us losses."

Benjamin nodded and looked down at Paul.

"Can he be mine?"

"Of course, it's time for you to reach C level." Santos agreed, "But not now."

There was still no sign of Paul waking up on the ground. This was normal. Damage to his soul was not easy to repair.

At this time, there was another explosion in the distance. Santos looked up and saw a huge mushroom cloud rising straight into the sky. The steel dragging the smoke was thrown away, and then hit the building heavily. The commotion that had gradually subsided started again. sounded.

Santos scratched his head.

"Damn it, things seem to be getting serious, and it's not good for Congress to know about it. Why don't you try to persuade your father? At least don't come to create any chaos for Phillips' election."

Benjamin said nothing.

"Forget it, there's no point in looking at you. I'll go there." Santos waved his hand and put it in his pocket.

"Oh, by the way, you should leave as soon as possible. Just answer that I beat you up when you go back to life. Your father will understand..."

……

Deputy Chief Crowley strode into the Jinshan City Fire Station, arrogantly pushed aside the firefighters who tried to stop him, and angrily pushed open the conference room door.

Several firefighters inside were stunned for a second, and then they saw Deputy Chief Crowley of the Central Police Station slamming his fist on the table.

"So!" he yelled, "What's the situation with the fire outside? Where are your actions? Why is no one going to contain the fire?"

"In order to save money to get equipment for you, my police officers are still using weapons from the Civil War to fight gangs, but in the end, I feed you a bunch of trash?"

"Where's the underground water tank? Where's the internal combustion engine fire truck? Where's the high-pressure water cannon? Usually the equipment is polished brighter than the Marine Corps, but now why are all of them misfiring!"

"Where's your Chief Patrick? Call Patrick out!"

Crowley looked around with a gloomy face, but then he found that the firefighters' expressions were wrong. They were all shrouded in a haze, and the fire station was filled with a gray and depressive atmosphere.

Deputy Director Crowley raised his eyebrows and asked in a deep voice, "Where is Patrick?"

A firefighter then raised his head, and you could see that his face was covered with a layer of black dust, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes: "Chief Patrick...has died."

Crowley paused for a moment, a little unable to accept it. They had only spoken a few days ago.

"What about the deputy director?"

"Also sacrificed..."

"Where are the other squad leaders? What do you do? I don't believe there is not a single person in the fire department who can take command!"

"No, no, it's useless even if there is still someone who can command. We have lost half of the firefighters, and several carriages are out of water. We...we have no hope..."

Crowley frowned: "What happened?"

The firefighter couldn't help crying: "We rushed to the fire scene half an hour after the explosion."

"But all the fire hydrants there were damaged! All the water in the reservoir flowed to the ground and evaporated in vain. There is nothing in our water cannon!"

"and then?"

"Chief Patrick asked us to first use water from the fire truck to contain the fire, and then asked us to go to residents' homes to borrow tap water, and asked some people to go back and cancel the fire alarms."

"We moved forward and put out several buildings, but, but..." The firefighter covered his face in pain, as if he didn't want to think about it anymore.

"None of us expected...the fire heated the underground gas pipes through the asphalt, the gas inside burned and expanded, and then..."

"With a bang, the exploding gas pipe was overturned along with the asphalt road. The entire road exploded like popcorn. Flames and soil rushed out from the ground. Bob had one of his legs blown off in front of me. He was still alive. Fortunately... Director Patrick, Deputy Director Cobb, and Captain Pez... they couldn't even leave their bodies behind, they were blown to pieces and then engulfed in fire..."

"More than twenty brothers died immediately, and the rest became disabled..."

The firefighter shed tears one after another and cried: "We have..."

Deputy Director Crowley stared at him for a long time before slowly speaking: "Then what are you doing now?"

"Call for help." The firefighter whispered, "Now we can only pray that the Redwood or Richmond fire brigade can arrive as soon as possible..."

The last words were too low to be heard, and the conference room was once again filled with dullness. Deputy Director Crowley stared at him for a long time.

Finally, his eyes moved away to the table, where there was a used high-pressure water cannon nozzle.

"How to use this thing?"

"Huh?" The firefighter looked up in surprise.

"I'm asking you how to use this thing!" Deputy Chief Crowley said loudly, "Do you really think people from Richmond will come to help us? Just dream, the firefighters there are more timid than you!"

"But we have no water!" the firefighter said hurriedly.

"So what? If there's no water in the fire hydrant, use the water company. If the water company doesn't have water, use Coke! Use soda! Use beer! If these are gone, use sea water, use sand, and let the trucks pull one by one. return!"

Crowley's eyes widened.

"Do you want the fire to burn down half the city like 1906? Fart! Your family, your lover, your children, and even your money are all in this city! Lost St. Francis, You have nothing!”

"If you cowards don't dare to do it, just stay here and wipe your tears! Let us put out this damn fire!"

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