Mysteries: Arcana Wars

There was silence in the ward.

Klein gave Leonard and Geraldine an awkward but polite smile, then took out a gold star coin and tossed it upwards.

This time, the gold coin that fell brought him back a video.

It was a dilapidated slum, with rusty iron sheets and rotten wooden boards stacked up to form a shabby house, and the wrong roof frame barely supported the dangerous house. Three gangsters were holding the rich young master tied up in the house, and outside the house were fully armed Backlund police. The gangsters pointed their black gun barrels at the rich young master with tears and snot, and the ancient steam pipes made this street corner very narrow. The two sides were in a stalemate.

At this moment, Geraldine drove a dump truck at full speed from behind the dilapidated house. This was a great achievement, with just one step on the brake and one on the accelerator, the fierce dump truck broke the only large pillar supporting the dilapidated house, and the roof panel that was nailed up received a huge impact and fell towards the front of the dump truck, and the whole dilapidated house was shattered to the ground.

The gang had never seen such a scene before, and they panicked and ran for their lives. Leonard, who led the team, took advantage of the chaos and quickly grabbed the hostages and retreated quickly, shooting one of the gangsters dead. The police's counterattack against the kidnappers began.

Geraldine was not idle. She skillfully changed gears and backed away. Seeing the panicked criminals rushing towards her, the brave reporter stepped on the accelerator again and overturned the dilapidated steam pipe next to her, and then immediately got out of the car. Scalding steam gushed out from the rusty hole, and then the depressurized pipe was blown into pieces mixed with construction waste, raising a deadly turbid smoke behind the reporter. Geraldine walked towards the stunned photographer without fear, and continued her report to the camera confidently and calmly.

"Now, here's a report from the Moon reporter Geraldine Lightning on the scene..."

The film suddenly stopped. All eyes in the ward fell on Klein.

"It's incredible..."

Klein looked up with mixed feelings as he met Geraldine's passionate gaze. She was like a kitten that had brought a dead mouse to you and put it next to your pillow to take credit for it, waiting for Klein, the audience, to give her a dramatic appreciation of her glorious deeds that was in line with her identity as a magician. However, Klein, who had seen a lot and experienced the malicious friction of the world, saw this strange and expectant look, as if he saw someone driving a dump truck, stumbling all the way towards him, and then slamming on the brakes to stop in front of him. When he opened the door, he found that the driver was a super soldier from MI9, inviting him to save the world with the momentum of killing him if he didn't agree.

But Klein didn't think it was wrong. This idea was a little wild, but there was nothing wrong with it. From the injury report Leonard got, the police were mostly injured by gunshots in the early and later exchanges with the criminals. If it weren't for Geraldine's wonderful creation, these police might not have been so lucky.

This is typical military thinking. As police officers, their daily lives are more about calming down some discordant minor incidents, and even more often they try to protect the few remaining human rights of criminals as much as possible while solving the problems.

But it is not exactly the same for soldiers. Soldiers face a cruel and bloody battlefield. For certain types of soldiers, when they encounter an enemy on the battlefield, they have only one goal, which is to kill him, whether it is to kill him with a blow or to kill him with a blast. As long as they can quickly, efficiently and safely take away the enemy from this world in one wave, it is a good method.

When faced with life-threatening situations, Klein would flee if he couldn't win, but many times, soldiers didn't even have the option of escaping.

This lady must have been a brave and ruthless character in her past. Klein just felt that these tactical thinking was not suitable for urban life. It was too extreme and rough.

"Wow, is this some magic prop of yours?" Geraldine noticed the inconspicuous coin and the inappropriate action. "What magic did you perform? Will a pigeon suddenly jump out of my room next?"

After staying in such a closed environment for a long time, no one would not expect surprises, let alone Geraldine. She looked around happily, quickly going through various assumptions in her mind, but quickly ruled out all kinds of abnormalities in the room.

"I know!" She clapped her hands and concluded with great certainty, "This is your signature move, right? Circus performers like you like to come up with some impressive and exaggerated signature moves for yourself. Dodger Lamar likes to pull his red bow before the performance, and you, Mr. Magician, like to toss coins, right?"

This incident surprised Klein. He began to feel that this meticulous, bold and sharp reporter was a bit difficult to deal with. As soon as he entered the ward, Geraldine began to capture every detail of him and was constantly interpreting and inferring him. Klein even felt that this sharp reporter was testing him with some suspicion, but Leonard, as his superior and a reliable person, was standing in this room, symbolizing a guarantee. She seemed to still have some good feelings towards him.

"Yes, incredible lady, you are truly knowledgeable!" Klein decided to simply follow this step and continue the conversation. With this excuse, many small actions can become bold and generous. "This is a little trick to attract the audience during a performance. I won't tell ordinary people about it!"

So he naturally tossed the star coin again.

But the image obtained by divination this time was short and noisy. It was Geraldine who suddenly fell ill at the explosion site. The originally calm female reporter suddenly had a distorted face, difficulty breathing, and fell to the ground with limbs twitching. The video that had just been quiet became noisy again. Shouts, footsteps, and cries for help mixed with the noise of snow roared in Klein's ears. Anxious people rushed to rescue their colleagues in a panic, while Geraldine, who was struggling in pain, frantically grabbed her fiery red hair on the ground and screamed loudly.

"They're coming after me! They're coming after me! They—"

The coin fell back into the palm and the image stopped abruptly.

The mysterious magician always looked calm and easy-going. Klein took a step forward, opened his simple cloak, raised the hat with flowers and feathers on it and waved it in the air. The gorgeous and exaggerated posture brought the opening remarks of the magician's miracle performance.

"A brave and fearless fighter, a meticulous and intelligent reporter, and a passionate and bold assistant."

"Incredible Miss Lightning, I have been invited by Detective Leonard Mitchell to bring you the most sincere gratitude for your sacrifice and dedication. Therefore, I will bring you the most wonderful miracle magic with the blessings of everyone in the Backlund Police Department in the capital of Loen!"

"Now, ma'am, please grant me three wishes!"