A Wizard's Survival Guide to the 20th Century

Levi knocked on the door and then pushed open the office door.

Martha and Reese saw him and turned to say hello.

Levi said good morning and sat down.

"Good morning, what's going on today?"

"I'm going to Redwood," Reese said. "Go there in advance to investigate. You guys have to go there tomorrow too."

"Are you going to close the net?"

Levi asked after taking a sip of the coffee delivered by Martha.

"Well, yes." Reese said, "It's time to end this guy's prank."

They were naturally referring to Kingsoft drug lord Mr. Jack Gill. The opponent's anti-tracking technology was not strong and he barely covered up his traces. The 004 team easily found his location.

That's south of Redwood City, where this guy was seen.

"He has been so high-profile all the time, but he doesn't seem to have any intention of improving his rating. I really don't understand what he is doing." Reese knocked on the table helplessly.

"Haha, this shows that the headquarters' information barrier tactics are working." Team Leader Cruise walked in at this time, "Using witchcraft to prank is at least much better than using it to kill people and upgrade. I don't know that the cover-up ability will also make it easier for us. Find him."

"Block, monitor, behead." Li Wei said.

These three words summarize BOI's policy towards wizards. Blocking refers to blocking knowledge, monitoring refers to monitoring the overall situation of low-level wizards, and beheading refers to promptly dealing with powerful wizards who may grow into threats.

Cruise nodded and said to Levi: "By the way, there is your mail...or goods. Someone just brought five big boxes and put them outside."

It's my "shulker box"... Levi thought, with a smile on his face.

"Okay, I'll go get it later."

"By the way, team leader, what should I do if I want to apply for some witchcraft materials from the headquarters?"

Cruise looked over and remembered that Levi was an "alchemist", so it was not unusual to have such a need.

"what do you want?"

"Monster leather, similar to cowhide or deerskin." Levi replied.

Many of his formulas require these leathers as materials, but the monsters are endangered species, and Levi can't find them at all.

"Hmm..." Cruise thought for a while and said, "It's not a valuable material. I don't think the headquarters will refuse it."

"Go and write a formal application, indicate the amount required, and then sign it for me."

"Okay." Levi nodded and stood up, drank half a cup of coffee in one gulp, then turned and entered the printing room.

After a moment, he came out with a form and handed it to Cruise.

The latter picked up the pen, signed his name and a few lines of additional explanation, and said: "Of course, you still have to wait for a while."

"The headquarters will review and approve your request, and it will take time to send the letter. You can't trust their efficiency in this regard."

"It's okay, it's not urgent." Levi shook his head and then said, "Where is the "Complete Record of Traits and Witchcraft"?"

"In the cardboard boxes over there, there's a lot of information that hasn't been sorted out since we moved here. You can go look for it yourself." Cruz pointed to the pile of boxes stacked in the corner.

At this time, Reese came over and asked Cruise a few things. Levi silently took two steps back and went to find the book.

The cardboard box was filled with all kinds of confidential information, and one of them was particularly thick. Levi pulled it out with two hands, and it was as big as a quarto sheet of paper.

It is heavy in the hand, and the words "The Complete Record of Traits and Witchcraft" are discreetly embossed on the hard cover.

Levi sat back at the table with the book, took a sip of coffee, and then opened it. There was nothing much to do in the morning. He wanted to check the trait of "bellflower".

……

On the second underground floor of the police station, Gallardo was being imprisoned in an interrogation room.

He had a collar around his neck that inhibited witchcraft, and his hands were handcuffed to the table. Since no one had given him water, he was now too weak to speak.

Just over half a month ago, he was Oakland's leading drug lord, enjoying a status that was admired and feared by everyone.

But now, all his wealth and dignity have been stripped away, and he has become a real prisoner.

The door to the interrogation room was pushed open, Gallardo looked up tiredly, and a young man with chestnut hair and silver eyes walked in with a smile.

Ah, it's Class B again... He thought numbly that in the past, he might have been frightened by the breath of Class B wizards, but now he was used to it, or in other words, he was used to fear.

"Meet Santos Robbins."

Santos sat across from him with a smile and said, "Choose, do you say it yourself, or do I open your mind and see?"

……

Through the one-way mirror, Christine and Leon stood outside the interrogation room, looking at Santos and Gallardo inside who were talking harmoniously.

"Why didn't Mr. Richard come today?"

Christine, who had a high ponytail and a tall figure, hugged her chest and looked over with pure black eyes like glass.

"Mr. Harding was giving a lecture in Lausanne, and Richard also went there." Lyon explained.

Christine nodded and looked back.

"Can't Santos Robbins directly read the memory? Why bother chatting like this?"

Leon smiled: "We have tried doing this with other prisoners before, but the results were regrettable. There was no useful information in their minds."

"I'm afraid the same goes for Mr. Joaquin. What we most want to know is where Buster is hiding, but he most likely doesn't know." Lyon said, "I guess he is an abandoned son, used to divert us attention.”

Christine nodded, she had captured Gallardo. At that time, Group 003 and the police were searching on the mountain, and suddenly they discovered smoke coming from a dilapidated house. Their first reaction was to find the hiding place of Metalia's people, so they reported it to Christine as if they were facing an enemy. .

But when Christine menacingly controls the strong winds to knock off the roof of the house, the group discovers that there is only one Gallardo inside.

"So what do you want to do?" Kristen asked.

"Let him go back and find a few more people to keep an eye on him to see if Metalia's people will come to recover him." Leon said.

"Ha, good idea. But the Metalia family must have noticed that I made such a big fuss." Kristen shook her head.

"It's better to try than to do nothing." Leon said, but he immediately smiled and continued, "But this is just my idea."

Seeing Christine's confused look, he added another sentence.

"Maybe Santos just thought it was funny."