In the mountain forest in the north of New York, a thick layer of white fog came up early in the morning.
If you take an ordinary person's satellite map and zoom in, this place is just a virgin forest and grassland that even birds don't bother to fly over.
But in the deepest place of the fog, there is a natural territory that Wizarding World uses to protect Fantastic Beasts.
Usually, this place is tightly secured by several complicated Concealment Charm and Repelling Charm. Not to mention outdoor enthusiasts who usually like to climb mountains, even a wild duck flying in the wrong direction will become confused when it reaches the edge of the forest and turn around and fly back.
But this morning, the peace that had been stable for more than ten years was completely gone.
Under the wet pine trees, Joseph was wearing a particularly thick old-fashioned black woolen coat and standing in the frosty grass with a straight face.
The Elder Wand in his hand that had been used for most of his life was trembling slightly, and the tip of the stick drew inconspicuous dark blue streaks along the air, as if holding an invisible pair of scissors, crushing the invisible protective shields around him layer by layer.
When the last layer of light curtain like water ripples cracked in the air, the entire Magical Forest hidden in the dark was completely exposed to the sun and cold wind.
The young assistant standing next to Joseph had a face as white as a piece of paper and his lips were trembling:
"Minister, all the protection has been withdrawn... We still have time to stop now, there is no need to do this."
Joseph put Wand back into his coat pocket without even raising his eyelids.
Stop?
I can't take it anymore.
Before the two of them could wait any longer, a heavy roar of a diesel engine came from the path outside the forest.
More than a dozen off-road trucks painted with the black logo of Vought International pressed directly over the mud, pulling out several deep mud ditches in the wet mud.
The car door was pushed open.
"Hell, this woods smells like a pair of sneakers that haven't been washed in a month and were stuffed in a moldy closet."
A young man with a mohawk and blue and yellow tights jumped out of the muddy water.
He raised his hand in the air and snapped his fingers, and several blue arcs of electricity burst out from his fingertips.
This person is the newcomer who was once promoted from Vought International Young Heroes Training Camp, and now has become the mainstay Sparks.
Sparks twisted his neck and looked at the gloomy-looking forest in front of him, his tone full of disgust:
"Edgar is your brain flooded? You made such a big move and pulled us up from the big bed in the middle of the night just to catch a few wild animals in the deep mountains and old forests? I also arranged a fan meeting event at Manhattan in the afternoon. If my newly custom-made white leather boots are stained with mud, who will pay for it?"
"If you don't want to die, you'd better keep your mouth shut, Sparks."
The man who stepped out of the car behind him was wearing a silver-white streamlined tights.
His name is Sonic Wave, and he sits firmly among the second-tier heroes of Vought International. His status in the company is usually more than one and a half stars higher than that of Sparks.
But today, this second-tier hero who usually likes to pose for the camera and is used to pretending to be cool in front of his fans, could hardly look bad now.
He wore goggles on his face, his hands were subconsciously pulling on the hem of his suit, and his legs were trembling slightly in disobedience.
Sparks didn't like him, so he sneered, walked over and stretched out his hand to pat Sonic Wave on the shoulder:
"Why are you so cowardly? If you're scared, why don't you go lie under the car and promote to the company every day how fast you can run? Catching a small animal can make the celebrities around me wet their pants?"
Sonic Wave knocked the opponent's hand off, his throat was so dry that he couldn't swallow:
"You know nothing! You have no idea what weird things are hidden inside! Do you think they are stupid bears and wild boars locked in iron cages in the zoo?"
He was really scared.
A few months ago on the New York street, the Poison-Horned Lion that suddenly fell from the sky was still the main content of his nightmares.
He happened to be patrolling the neighborhood that night. He originally wanted to run away, but found that there were cameras all around him, so he had to bite the bullet.
He aimed at the monster's head with all his strength and unleashed the loudest Sonic Wave attack in his life.
What happened in the end?
Got caught in seconds.
At that moment, he was left lying on the operating table in the hospital, and the ribs on his waist were nailed with titanium alloy splints. He drank no liquids for two months, and now, as long as the cold wind blows, the pain in the seams of the steel plates on his lower back is so painful that it makes people want to cry.
Without giving the two star heroes any time to argue, the back doors of the three heavy trucks that followed were forcefully opened by the accompanying guards.
Immediately afterwards, twenty or thirty tall men wearing black Tactical Vest jumped down one after another.
They all have one thing in common, a sharp poisonous horn on their head.
"Everyone, show your skills a little brighter."
The captain holding the walkie-talkie looked at the fog in front of him and spat:
"Edgar boss told me, no matter life or death, don't think you are thick-skinned and just want to rush forward. The beasts in this forest are very energetic. Pay attention to each other's backs. When you move your hands, follow the instructor's usual routine. Come on!"
Twenty or thirty super soldiers with scales and sharp horns agreed, and in groups of two and three, they stepped directly into the woods through the muddy water.
Sparks Seeing there were so many strong men helping him, the arrogance on his face came back. He gathered a ball of blue light in his hand that was bigger than his fist, raised his legs and followed suit to steal the limelight.
Sonic Wave, on the other hand, pressed his back against the tire of an armored vehicle, his hands habitually pressing on his lower back, refusing to take even half a step forward.
The forest didn't stay quiet for a few minutes, but it soon exploded.
There was a loud bang, and Fantastic Beasts, which looked like a giant black beetle and was as big as half a truck, crashed out of the low trees.
It was irritated by the Gunpowder smell of those outsiders. It lowered its head and pointed the slit tip as thick as an arm towards the Sparks in front of it.
Sparks shouted loudly and smashed the electric light in his hand onto the black carapace.
A blue arc flashed past. Not to mention being injured, the armored monster could see more accurately with the help of the electric light, and its speed increased by another three points.
"Damn! The skin of this thing is so hard!"
Sparks was so frightened that his face turned blue, and he didn't even care about the leather boots. He rolled along the muddy water towards a puppy next to him, and his thigh was almost opened with a corner.
He rolled around and ran to the back, shouting wildly, "Go! Hurry up and get the internet and the tranquilizer gun!"
The two Supe Soldiers who were running at the front heard this nonsense and didn't even look back.
When one of the sturdy soldiers saw the monster approaching, he didn't even try to hide. He directly closed his scaly arms and pushed his chest hard against the sharp horns of the giant beast.
Accompanied by a dull impact that made people goosebumps, the soldier was so painful that he almost held back tears. "Fuck! This dog's bones are harder than iron! I've dislocated my shoulder!"
Although he was shaking all over in pain, and even two green scales were directly cracked by the impact, and bloodshot eyes oozed out, but this guy stuck his two elbows on the sharp corners of the giant beast, and was pushed four or five meters away in the mud puddle, finally taking away the momentum of the opponent's charge.
The companion next to him didn't waste even half a second, stepping on the rotten tree stump next to him and jumping up.
This man took advantage of the giant beast being blocked for a second or two, and used the short red horns on his elbows and knees to hit the soft flesh of the neck that was exposed when the monster was pushed up, and hit it hard with his elbow.
The tip of the horn is brought into the flesh, and the venom is injected instantly.
The giant armored beast rolled crazily on the ground in pain, and with its tail knocked the third soldier next to him who was about to help to the ground.
The soldier held his broken calf and cursed loudly in the muddy water. Several companions around him immediately pounced on it. Some used their weight to press the monster's hind legs, while others buckled the thick alloy mesh rope down from the giant beast's forehead.
In front of twenty or thirty Supe who know how to cooperate and use the bodies of their companions to share the damage, wild animals without magic protection, no matter how strong they are, cannot withstand the ruthlessness of many people.
When encountering big monsters with particularly fierce tempers that cannot be suppressed in order to protect their cubs, soldiers will not foolishly risk their lives to save their lives.
Seeing the captain making a gesture, several people hit the vital parts randomly at the same time.
Although he himself was bruised all over by the claws and cursed in pain, within ten minutes, all those rare and precious creatures turned into large, motionless materials lying flat on the ground.
The blood quickly blackened the nearby pine needle field.
Sonic Wave, who was standing at the rear, watched all this under the cover of the truck tires.
His face was extremely ugly, and he covered his mouth and hid under the trunk without saying a word.
On the edge of the frosty field in the distance.
Joseph still had his hands in the pockets of his woolen coat, standing alone in the cold wind without moving even a step.
The little confidant beside him couldn't stand it anymore. He turned his back to the back of the truck where blood was flowing, and secretly wiped his tears with his hands on his sleeve.
Old Wizards looked at it for a while and blinked tiredly.
The wind blew loudly into the forest, making people's faces hurt.