Despite a minor mishap, the opening of the Gwent flagship store was a success.
11:00 AM.
A group of law enforcement officers dressed in white kimono-style shaman robes walked into Tokyo International Airport, which is more than 20 kilometers away from Ginza.
They went unnoticed, as if they didn't exist.
Vincent, who was walking alongside Takuma, was no exception.
Although his black robe was particularly conspicuous.
"The next direct flight to New York."
The counter staff smiled sweetly, "Sir, please wait a moment."
After about half a minute, she said apologetically, "I'm very sorry, but due to an unusual tropical cyclone that has just formed in the Pacific Ocean, all flights for the next three days will be cancelled."
Vincent returned a polite smile. "Other places? Anywhere in America will do."
"Sir, the next flight to Brazil is at 3 p. m."
What about Europe?
"It's also 3 pm, and it's a direct flight to Paris."
"Sorry to bother you." He turned around with a gloomy face.
Which Furaikan came out to cause trouble at this time?!
He gently rubbed his face and returned to the waiting hall.
If you have nothing in your hands, there are definitely no flights available.
Sam raised his little face.
"Ashiya Department Head, he can Apparition across continents. Perhaps we should just let him go back on his own."
After a moment's thought, Takuma agreed to the plan.
As long as you leave, it's fine; if you accidentally end up in another country, it's none of his business.
"I will submit the relevant documents to the Magical Congress as soon as possible."
Mr. Wayne, is there anything else you require?
"No."
No one asked Sam if he had any opinions.
The law enforcement team members who acted as his guards all treated him like a plague.
Once outside the airport, the wand and the large trunk were finally back.
However, with someone watching the whole process, it's really difficult to deliver the goods.
Vincent walked up to him with considerable impatience. "You're now the most unpopular person in the Japan Wizarding World. You'd better think about how you're going to explain this to Mr. Graves."
"No!" Sam exclaimed, his face flushed with anxiety. "If you do this, the first person to come over will definitely be Chairman Randolph."
"Sigh—" Vincent shook his head regretfully, "Then what do you want me to do, send Gu Gu over to 'visit' you?"
"No, please!" Sam's face turned green with fright. "At least give me something to defend myself."
"Okay." Vincent, secretly chuckling to himself, took out the wallet he had just received.
It may look ordinary, but it actually contains 15 sniper rifles recast from copper and iron alloy.
There are a total of 1,000 Yamaki bullets used to inscribe Magical Circuit.
He pulled out a Fukuzawa Yukichi, and Sam's eyes immediately turned disgusted.
"Don't joke around, people will die."
Vincent put the 10,000 yen back into his wallet and tossed it over.
Belatedly realizing what was happening, Sam hurriedly caught it, saying, "Hey! Could you be a little gentler?"
"I'm so anxious that I'll open a vault at your bank and deposit all the 'margin' I just received into it."
After a brief exchange of glances, Vincent took a few steps back.
With the cooperation with the Shingu Family, he now has virtually no shortage of alchemical materials.
Takuma frowned again as he watched Sam use Apparition to leave.
The conversation just now was probably hinting at something.
He looked at Ito questioningly, but the latter shook his head with a troubled expression.
There's no such thing as no check; it's just that it can't be opened.
What kind of "luggage" is inside the large box that requires such difficult-to-open protective measures?
His intuition told him that there was something wrong with the wallet Vincent had given to Sam.
However, further investigation could also lead to international problems.
"Mr. Wayne, would you like us to take you home?"
"That would be perfect, Ashiya Department Head."
There must be a lot of reporters waiting outside the Shingu Family. If I go back, there will inevitably be so-called "rumors".
The two exchanged a knowing glance.
Upon returning to New York, Sam immediately rushed into the Woolworth Building.
Time is tight and the task is heavy.
He wanted to take a long leave of absence and hide somewhere no one could find him before the letter from the Japanese Ministry of Magic arrived.
"Director Graves! I'm back!"
Bradley was engrossed in processing documents, was so startled that his hand trembled.
"Damn it! Didn't I tell you to knock before coming in?!"
Sam grinned and waved his wallet. "Delivery complete. We can finally relax a bit this year!"
Bradley snatched it from his hand.
There's nothing special about its appearance, except that it has two inner clips with Undetectable Extension Charm applied to them.
One is for the sniper rifle, and the other is for the bullets.
"Master," Sam said with a fawning expression, "We've completed the most difficult tasks, can I take a break for a while?"
Bradley waved his hand with a grin, "Get lost, I don't want to see you until next week."
Okay~
Sam took off running without looking back, not caring whether the Muggle would see him, and used Apparition to leave.
The Woolworth Building has a shooting range on its fortieth floor that recently came into operation.
The dozen or so elite Auror who were firing Muggle guns knew from Graves's expression that this day had finally arrived.
Fifteen sniper rifles, recast from copper and iron alloy, were painted black, and their menacing bodies were inlaid with the pure silver emblem of the Magical Congress.
It has sharp edges and is of moderate length.
The moment they got their hands on it, the Auror were all amazed by its feel.
It's delicate and smooth, just like a young girl's skin.
Bradley held one of them tightly, clearly delighted.
The analogy is very apt; it is indeed a good product.
"Use regular bullets first."
"Catch—" What a beautiful sound of loading a gun!
After a round of firing, the excited Auror were all praising the accuracy and power of the shots.
Ordinary bullets can penetrate solid metal targets directly; it's hard to imagine whether Yamaki bullets could blow up walls.
"A Furaikan has just appeared on the surface of the Pacific Ocean."
The Auror were all eager and excited, watching Bradley.
"Train for another half hour, then prepare for the mission!"
"Yes, Director Graves!"
They didn't need any instructions; they all knew the mission had to succeed.
Bradley walked out of the shooting range with a smile on his face.
With the North America Wizards' Purity Party destroyed and the problem of Furaikan resolved, the increased strength of the Magical Congress is an undeniable fact.
He walked into his office.
"Director, there's a letter for you."
Where did you come from?
"Japanese Ministry of Magic."
Bradley suddenly had a bad feeling.
He looked at the signature below.
Wow—it's a letter from Ashiya Takuma.
Without saying a word, he tore it open, and the smile on his face began to gradually disappear.
No wonder they were on vacation; it was all foreshadowing.
"Damn it!" He gripped the letter tightly in his hand and roared at the Auror in the office:
"Notify everyone, even if you have to turn North America upside down, find Sam Chavez immediately!"
You won't die; at most, you'll just have a layer of skin peeled off.