A Wizard's Survival Guide to the 20th Century

From the surface, there seems to be nothing unusual about Dog Street and other streets, but if you look carefully at the expressions of the residents here, it is not difficult to find the scrutiny on their faces towards outsiders.

Maybe it's because my eyes are weird... Levi took a deep breath. He was already wearing inconspicuous clothes today, but his unfamiliar face still attracted attention.

If he didn't have another back-up plan, he would never dare to step in here alone.

Yes, the easiest way for him to find out the truth is to contact "Angel" directly. No matter what the relationship between her and "Ely the Butcher" is, you can definitely get the answer by asking herself.

Levi turned to observe the others, and the "Eye of True Seeing" scanned them one by one, but the characteristics of the people he saw were only at the level of ordinary people.

Although "Angel's" face had been scorched by the flames yesterday and her appearance could not be seen clearly, Levi remembered what her "characteristics" were.

Now all we need to do is compare the appearance of the traits one by one...but how long will this comparison last?

There are a lot of people here, and Levi doesn't know if the "angel" is hiding in a certain building.

After thinking for a moment, Levi remembered that 80% of the territory of the Labor Federation was here.

In this case, let’s just stop doing one thing and two things…

He looked around the area, and finally his eyes fell on a man who was about the same height as himself, looked to be in his thirties, and had some education. This man was sitting on the curb eating fast food, like a worker after work. .

Levi walked towards him, and the latter noticed someone approaching and raised his head in confusion.

"Good afternoon." Levi greeted with a smile.

Then a fist hit him in the face.

……

Twenty minutes later.

"Now that BOI has intervened, our plan to assassinate Roger has naturally become unrealistic. Even if you can break through the siege and kill him, I'm afraid it will be difficult to escape. You will not be able to build a second one in a short time." '." Fortes took a drag on his cigarette and said seriously.

"You mean more to us than Roger. Let the police department focus on protecting him. We will launch the final action like this. We hope that the chaos created so far is enough..."

Gray listened quietly, and after Fortes finished speaking, she spoke carefully.

"Maybe I can just use the backup plan? In that case, the price we pay may be lower. The strike may not be a big deal to you and me, but there are many workers... they still need wages, and there is not enough money. Their It’s going to be difficult for families.”

"And the people at BOI may already know that I am..."

"This is the last option to consider, Gray." Fortes interrupted her forcefully.

"This method requires sacrificing you. When we take the initiative to sacrifice you in exchange for victory, this victory is no longer a pure victory, but a transaction. In this transaction, we will eventually be dragged into the quagmire by them. , just like Gompers.”

"Such a deal cannot create our ideal situation... Rather than a distant day when the sacrifices of you, me and many others will be in vain, I would rather resolve the matter together at this time, even if it costs A much higher price.”

Gray closed her mouth and nodded silently.

At this time, the door was knocked gently, and a voice came in.

"Sir, we caught a man causing trouble."

Fortes turned around and responded: "If you are just a gangster, just take him to the police station. You are not at the point where you need to be afraid of the police, so you don't need to come to me."

"But sir..." the voice outside the door hesitated, "he said he was a spy for the police station."

"What?" Fortes frowned in confusion.

"No, what kind of spy would take the initiative to do such a thing...Is he playing a prank?"

"It doesn't look like it, sir."

"It's not a prank...Okay, I'll go see him." Fortes stood up thinking and walked to the door.

He put his hand on the handle, then turned his back to Gray.

"Get dressed, but don't come out yet. The other party shouldn't be hostile."

"...Okay, sir." Gray hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.

……

When he came outside, Fortes saw a young man with his hands tied behind his back with hemp rope. The man had an oriental face and was wearing jeans and a shirt, but he was obviously very clean.

There were two pupils in his right eye that rotated around each other, which made Fortes feel strangely uneasy.

The young man was sitting on a chair, and the two workers who escorted her over stood watching. One of them still had bruises on his face from being beaten.

"That's him, sir." The beaten worker suppressed his anger and pointed at Levi.

"He suddenly rushed over to me while I was eating and punched me. I knew very well that I had never seen him, let alone provoked him. Jack came over to help me hold this bastard down, and then he started to say what he was. spy!"

As he spoke, he planned to punch Levi, but the man named Jack quickly stopped him: "Wait a minute, who knows if he knows anything! We have to ask carefully..."

"Jack is right." Fortes's voice came, stopping the beaten worker, "Your injury is not serious, but you should go find Old Bull to rub some alcohol."

"Jack, please leave too. I want to talk to him alone."

"But, sir..." Jack glanced at Levi's monster-like right eye and swallowed uneasily.

"Nothing, let's go." Fortes repeated.

The beaten worker said "poof" and was pulled away by another person.

The door opened and closed, and when the two people were far away, Fortes looked at Levi again.

And Levi also raised his head and looked at him.

"Wizard?" After a moment of silence, Fortus was the first to ask.

"Yes." Levi nodded to confirm his question, but he did not ask the same question. Both the NSA's investigation and what he saw in the Eyes of True Sight proved that the Fords in front of him was an ordinary person.

"I know all the wizards in the police station, but you are not one of them. You are an investigator of the BOI, right?"

Fortes said as he sat on a chair opposite him.

"I'm Walter Fortes, but I'm sorry, for some safety reasons, I can't loosen your bonds. Maybe we need to talk in this state."

"It doesn't matter." Levi smiled, a small amount of flame powder was released from the space, a cluster of flames rose from his hand, and then the rope was burned to coke.

"I'll do it myself."

Levi took his hands out from behind his back and showed them with a smile.

"First time we meet, I'm Levi."