Brooklyn Plane Tree Street.
A black vintage car stopped in front of the red brick villa.
Joseph slowly sat upright from the car, opened the door and stepped out.
This old Wizards, who has been an official for most of his life, looks ten years older in the past two days, his eye sockets are sunken deeply, and his woolen coat looks empty.
He stood outside the gate of his courtyard and did not rush in. Instead, he lowered his head and raised his sleeves to the bridge of his nose and smelled it several times.
There is no taste anymore.
Before coming here, he washed his hands eight times with soap in the office bathroom, and even cleaned his coat with a dusting charm for half an hour.
But for some reason, he always felt that between his fingernails and in his hair, there was still the smell of blood from the animals being skinned alive in the forests of the northern suburbs.
The smell cannot be washed away, it has soaked into my heart.
He pushed open the white wooden fence and walked in on the brick path in the yard.
As soon as the door opened, the aroma of freshly baked bread and the heat from the floor heating hit his face directly.
"Grandpa!"
A little girl with a mouth full of crumbs crawled out from under the sofa, stepped on the carpet with her bare feet, and ran into Joseph's arms.
The little girl had just lost one of her front teeth and was speaking in a whisper. She held a half-eaten strawberry scone in her hand and held it up to Joseph's mouth:
"Grandpa eats it, and mom just heated it in the oven."
Looking at the soft, carefree little life in his arms, Joseph's eyes, which had been red for days and nights, finally couldn't help but get wet.
He lowered his head and allowed the timidity and worries he had accumulated in his life to be shattered in front of this leaky smiling face.
During these days, in order to protect his family, he turned a blind eye to what Vought International was doing, and even personally dismantled the formation that protected Fantastic Beasts.
He thought that regressing would lead to stability.
But now he understands one thing.
Capital and greed are not enough.
Today Vought International reaches out to the wild beasts in the jungle. Tomorrow, in order to collect raw material orders for the military, those mutant soldiers with sharp horns and green scales will aim their anesthetic guns at the lone ordinary Wizards.
From now on, sooner or later it will be Muggle's turn, and it will be his daughter and granddaughter's turn.
Once a person sells the last bit of conscience, he truly becomes an animal in an iron cage waiting to be slaughtered.
"Dad? Why are you here now? Didn't you say that the ministry is holding a regular meeting today?"
The daughter came out of the kitchen with hot Black Tea. Looking at Joseph's cannibalistic face, the tea tray in her hand shook.
Joseph stood up slowly, touched his granddaughter's head, and motioned her to play with bears in the room next to her.
After the child left, old Wizards took out a thick brown paper bag from the inner pocket of his coat and placed it directly on the wooden table where he was eating.
"At 4:30 in the afternoon, there is a ferry ticket to London, and a sum of cash in pounds exchanged at HSBC."
Joseph looked at his daughter, his tone was very tight, leaving no room for negotiation, "Notify David that the clinic will be closed in the afternoon. Don't pack any large luggage. Take your child's passport and a few thick clothes and take the car directly to the pier."
The tea in the daughter's hand was shaking. "Dad, what happened?"
"It's okay."
Joseph flattened the collar of his coat and showed the toughest smile in his life, "Dad has been a coward for most of his life, and I don't want to shrink back this time."
He had already made up his mind.
When his daughter's family gets on the boat, he will take the copy of Top Secret File in his hand and the real evidence that Vought International was drawing blood and peeling people underneath, and go directly to Muggle's news station and Europe's magic newspapers that are not afraid of Vought.
He also wants to take the last two or three obedient old Aurors in his hand to block the Vought International underground sewage channels.
He doesn't want this life anymore.
Even if he had to exchange lives with those horned monster soldiers, even if he smashed his own flesh and blood on Edgar's desk, he would still have to pour enough dirty water on this man to make him completely peel off his skin.
"Let's go as far as possible. Don't come back to United States in the next few years."
Joseph didn't talk nonsense to her daughter, stretched out her hand to open the door of the red brick villa, and strode out.
The cold wind outside the door made his white hair dangle, but his steps down the steps were more steady than when he was young.
In this big city, the truly prudent businessmen always have a much tighter net than most people imagine.
Brooklyn The other end of Plane Tree Street.
An ordinary black car parked quietly behind a dead tree.
The man in the driver's seat was wearing an ordinary gray coat. He put down the telescope in his hand, picked up the car phone on the center armrest, and dialed a number.
"Boss, Joseph just left the residence of Brooklyn. His eldest daughter made an urgent call to a local private car dealer a minute ago and asked for a car to be dispatched in half an hour to take the family to Pier 8. The flight is to the United Kingdom."
There was a very calm sound of turning the pages of a book on the other end of the phone.
Manhattan, Vought Tower.
Edgar is sitting behind a large desk, looking at a report in his hand.
After hearing the report on the phone, I didn't even raise my eyebrows even half an inch.
He put down the gold pen in his hand and glanced at the billowing clouds outside the French window.
An old dog whose neck is stepped on will always want to turn around and bite its owner's leather shoes when cornered. This is a normal thing.
Edgar never expected that Joseph would always be an honest tool.
This kind of people have baggage in their hearts. When they have a heavy baggage, they tend to do stupid things, such as trying to sink the whole boat and let everyone drink from the bitter water.
"There is no need to disturb them. The customs clearance procedures at the pier will allow them to go ahead."
Edgar ordered in a casual tone, "Go and find out where the old guy's cronies are."
After hanging up the phone, Edgar didn't even put on his coat. He just raised his hand and called Madelyn next to him to come in, took an agreement and got on the special elevator.
It's not that difficult to kill a crazy old Wizards who plans to die together.
The difficult thing is how to replace the helper with a new one who understands the rules without damaging the production line and attracting a large number of buzzing insects.