A Wizard's Survival Guide to the 20th Century

"Get away!!"

Crowley yelled in horror, but his voice was too late.

When they weren't paying attention, the flames flowed down the drain into the ground crisscrossed by St. Francis pipes. The city's underground system is old and in disrepair. Gas pipes and sewage pipes are densely intertwined. The burning gasoline ignited the methane and gas. The rapidly expanding hot gas accumulated pressure crazily, and finally -

With a bang, the ground was overturned, billowing smoke and dust rose into the sky, and then a magnificent flame spurted out, illuminating the smoke and dust. The flames fell back to the ground and danced like a silk scarf. Fires quickly ignited on the street, and the police officers and firefighters who were at the forefront were pushed up by the impact and fell to the street.

The carriage was also overturned, and the water tank was smashed to the ground with a hole, and the water inside continued to flow out.

Several firefighters hurriedly leaned over and tried to help it up. The fire hydrants were broken. If the fire truck was lost again, they would be really helpless.

Deputy Director Crowley was also thrown away by the impact, but he got up immediately, enduring the severe pain all over his body, and took two steps forward.

"Everyone move!" Crowley roared again. As he exerted force, blood flowed from the wound on his head, turning his face red.

"We don't have time for you bastards to lie on the ground anymore! Damn it, get up now! You will be burned to death if you lie down any longer!"

He was covering his right arm. The hand could no longer move and was probably broken.

He looked around and saw that some of the police officers had already climbed up and stumbled away towards the safety of the rear, but many were still wailing on the ground and seemed to be seriously injured.

The flames expanded again, and the first explosion threw the gasoline around, igniting more buildings at once. The burning billboard collapsed and fell, instantly engulfing several firefighters.

Crowley gritted his teeth, swung his arms and ran towards the young man closest to him.

"Get up quickly, you..."

He roared out of habit, but his voice stopped abruptly the moment he saw the young man clearly.

He was still half-dressed in his fire brigade uniform, his eyes wide with fear.

But his lower body had gone somewhere, his stomach was deflated, and his internal organs were leaking out, like a broken bun.

Crowley gritted his teeth and took two steps back, then raised his head. The flame exploded again, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a red wall, like the face of a demon.

Damn... Crowley regretted extremely at this moment that he was not a wizard and had no ability to stop this.

The will of the police officers has been completely defeated! The city is in chaos, things are happening everywhere, and there is no more manpower left... Crowley is almost desperate at this moment. They may only be able to quietly watch the fire destroy St. Francis like they did in 1906. The Sith burned to rubble...

However, at this time, a burst of rolling thunder started, shocking everyone.

Deputy Director Crowley paused, then slowly moved his head and looked at the sky in disbelief.

No way……

Everyone looked up at the sky in unison.

The sky is gloomy, with thick clouds stacked on top of each other, pressing down like overturning. This must be a scene only found in heaven.

It's raining? Such a coincidence?

And as if to verify his guess, a moment later, heavy raindrops fell in thick sheets.

……

"Kristen Day, leader of the BOI003 team."

Christine smiled and stretched out her right hand out of habit. Then she remembered that Deputy Crowley's right hand had been broken and was now simply bandaged and hung on his chest.

Awkwardly but politely, she switched to her left hand, and the two shook hands.

"Thank you for your hard work. The trouble caused by the wizard should have been solved by us. It's a pity that the headquarters has been peaceful for too long, and it was caught off guard. I'm really sorry for coming a little late, hahaha..."

At this time, they were hiding in a cafe that was still intact, and Crowley turned his head to look at the heavy rain outside the window.

The raindrops kept falling, like a huge white gauze covering the glass, making it hazy and unclear to see the scene in the distance.

The firefighters seemed very happy. Some of them knelt down and kissed the ground.

The remaining people were extinguishing the remaining flames, which became incredibly simple at this moment. There was rain everywhere, and as long as the lid of the carriage's water tank was opened, the water cannon could be refilled continuously. Sometimes the flames extinguished themselves before the firefighters could attack them.

It has only been more than ten minutes since the rain fell, but the firefighters all feel as if they are in another world.

Perhaps only when they lifted up the body of their former teammate could they realize that the hellish scene just now was not an illusion.

It's autumn now... Crowley pressed his left hand on the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at something unknown.

Such heavy rain does not often happen in the summer. This is a real heavy rain. The falling rainwater gathers into streams and pours into the ground, extinguishing the fires hidden in the sewers.

Changing the weather, this kind of power is comparable to a miracle... No, in ancient times, powerful wizards like them were indeed real "gods".

At this time, this god was apologizing in front of him without any airs.

"I'm sorry, I don't have the power to create rain in an instant, and I need to prepare for a while. If I can come faster, maybe I can avoid this casualty..."

"Please don't be so... um, respectful?" A drop of cold sweat ran down the deputy director's forehead. Although the FBI and the state police were nominally independent of each other, everyone knew who had the higher power.

“On behalf of all of St. Francis, I want to thank you and ... wish us the best of luck in working together for some time to come.”

Christine waved her hand and said that this was all within her responsibilities, no need to thank her, and she seemed even more polite than the other person.

At this time, the door of the coffee shop was pushed open.

"Ah? It seems I'm a little late."

Kristine glanced over keenly. The visitor was holding an umbrella, with a handsome face, black hair and silver-grey eyes.

Wearing a dark brown windbreaker and deerskin boots, he lightly shook the water from his umbrella and walked into the cafe.

Kristine could sense that this person was the same B-level person as herself, maybe even stronger than herself.

The latter's eyes also looked over at this time, with a slight smile.

"Santos Robbins, director, first meeting."

Reciprocating one's own qualities is a sign of respect among wizards, so Christine responded with the same etiquette.

"Christine Dey, meteorologist." She nodded slightly, then asked, "Are you the one from the Robbins family?"

"No, my last name is Robbins." Santos smiled, and then spoke again after seeing the confused expressions of the other two people.

"In fact, my current status is that of Senator Richard's secretary and bodyguard, a public official."

"By the way, so did Barney and the others. Oh yes, three young men died in today's incident. Don't forget to pay them pensions. Haha, our family has always abided by the law and will not be ignorant. It's too stupid to interfere in government affairs, like some immature gangster."

Christine scratched her head in confusion.

"I thought you were gangsters."

"No." Santos hissed and smiled.

"We are...well, just and friendly friends of the United States."