Killing the Chicken to Warn the Monkeys

Completely baffled, the American Gangster Wizards had no choice but to strengthen security at their headquarters while simultaneously investigating the killer's identity.

As the saying goes, "If you don't want others to know, don't do it in the first place." With the help of magic, they believed that it wouldn't be long before the murderer's identity would be revealed.

However, what they didn't know was that the killer was targeting this "sooner than that".

Even if he didn't think about it, Bell knew that tonight's operation would be even more difficult.

But looking at the large number of prisoners in front of him, an idea came to his mind.

To be honest, Bell hadn't expected to capture so many people.

The members of the small gangs that were attacked last were so weak in their will to resist that it was simply outrageous.

Seeing the fierce attacks and powerful strength of Bell and his men, the wizards surrendered without much hesitation.

Bell hadn't even had a chance to persuade them to surrender yet!

This is also one of the weaknesses of gangs as a form of organization.

Without blood ties, wizards find it difficult to develop a strong sense of belonging to an organization.

For them, as long as they were alive, the destruction of the organization was no big deal; they could just move to another place and start over. They were just underlings anyway, so what difference did it make where they were?

After learning about the wizards' thoughts through Legilimency, Bell became even more determined to implement the plan he had just devised.

After ordering his men to gather all the uninjured and only slightly wounded prisoners in a room, Bell entered the room and used Transfiguration to Transfiguration a platform beneath his feet.

"Sound Amplification!"

"Listen up, everyone!"

The deafening sound echoed in the room, causing some prisoners to instinctively cover their ears.

"You are all prisoners of the Menethil Family! Originally, you should have been sent to the mines to mine until you died!"

But now, I, the heir to the Menethil Family patriarch, have decided to show mercy and give you a chance!

"If you are willing to fight for the Menethil Family from now on! To clear the enemies ahead of the Menethil Family! Then, based on your performance, I can forgive your sins and even allow you to join the Menethil Family!"

This was the "Slave Soldier Plan" that Bell had suddenly come up with earlier.

When the Mongol Iron Cavalry Cleansweep Eurasia, they relied on using slaves to fight. Ultimately, with a relatively small number of soldiers and despite not being skilled in siege warfare, they were able to conquer cities and territories and achieve victory in every battle.

Of course, getting these prisoners to obediently shed their blood and lives for the Menethil Family was clearly not something that could be achieved with just a few perfunctory words from Bell.

Perhaps it was the large number of people that led some to have unrealistic fantasies, for suddenly a defiant shout came from the crowd.

"Where did this brat come from, daring to spout such nonsense!"

Let me tell you, your Menethil Family had better release us immediately, admit your mistakes, compensate us, and beg for forgiveness!

In that case, you might still have a chance to survive.

Otherwise, once the actions of your Menethil Family are exposed, all the wizards in United States will turn against you!

"At that time, I will make sure you are all reduced to ashes!"

After saying this, the wizard glanced around smugly, puffed out his chest, and made his glorious image even more conspicuous.

Just kidding, they have hundreds of wizards on their side, while the Menethil Family on the other side only has a dozen or so wizards on guard.

Even though they don't have Wand, they could still overwhelm the opponent with sheer numbers, even if they used their Wandless Magic with barely perceptible power.

However, the idea is wonderful, but reality is often cruel.

Bell merely glanced at the wizard who was probably from Muggle family and thus deeply influenced by the Muggle government of the United States.

"What a show of righteous indignation! Who are they trying to impress? The truly unyielding ones died in previous battles long ago; they wouldn't have been captured and brought here."

Of course, although he was filled with disdain for this wizard, Bell was still pleased that the other party was willing to step forward and act as the scapegoat.

Therefore, in order to reward the other person's spirit of "dedication", Bell decided to let the other person pass away peacefully.

"Killing Curse!"

The dazzling green light flashed and disappeared in an instant. When the prisoners rubbed their eyes and recovered from the sudden flash, they were horrified to find that the wizard who had seemed like a leader of the new century was now lying on the ground, his face ashen, a corpse.

A deathly silence spread.

The prisoners stared incredulously at Bell, who stood on the high platform with a still somewhat youthful face, as if they were seeing a demon.

Although there is no such thing as the "Unforgivable Curses" in the American Wizarding World, wizards generally hold the Killing Curse Curses in awe, given its power and difficulty in casting.

At least among the prisoners in the room, very few were able to successfully cast the Killing Curse.

Not to mention, it killed an adult wizard with a single blow.

This is not simple at all!

Looking down at the prisoners who were terrified like a flock of quails, Bell nodded in satisfaction.

It seems that establishing authority has been quite effective.

So he really just wanted to establish his authority, and it wasn't because he was too tired and felt irritable enough to want to kill someone. Really!

Bell no longer needed to worry about what happened next. He trusted his men to handle it.

After a busy night and half a morning, he could finally get a good night's sleep.

As evening approached, the vibration in his arms woke Bell from a deep sleep.

"Hello?"

Still half asleep, Bell pulled out his Personal Terminal and answered the call without even glancing at the caller ID.

After returning to his room in the morning, he collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep without even taking off his clothes.

"I knew something was off."

Bell awkwardly moved his stiff hands and feet.

"Bell? Are you sleeping?"

Hermione looked at her disheveled boyfriend on the screen with a puzzled expression.

Based on her understanding of Bell, he should rarely sleep during the day. At most, he might take a short nap at noon.

Based on the time difference, it should be past 5 PM in the United States right now, right? Why is Bell still sleeping?

Could it be that she miscalculated the time difference?

That shouldn't be happening!

You see, to prevent any calculation errors from bothering Bell, she even went so far as to use Arithmancy to verify it. It couldn't possibly be wrong!

"Oh, it's Hermione. By the way, what time is it?"

Upon hearing Hermione's voice from his Personal Terminal, Bell, who had just propped himself up, slumped back onto the soft mattress without any regard for his image.

"Damn it! Who put gravity magic on this mattress? Don't let me find out!"

Bell, who hadn't done it in a long time, relapsed into his old habit of sleeping in and promptly blamed the mattress.