As the door curtain was roughly pulled down, the cold wind mixed with the strong smell of blood and gunpowder smoke instantly filled the originally warm and spring-like space.
The high-ranking officials who had been toasting and drinking just now, dreaming of dreams of promotion and wealth, all seemed to have had their blood drained out, and fell on the carpet with pale faces.
Several Mutant Soldierss, holding assault rifles that were still smoking, blocked all the exits of the tent with expressionless faces.
"Don't... don't come here! I am the supervisor of Department of Magical Transportation! I will give you whatever money you want!"
The fat supervisor with three Potions factories to his name was so frightened that he crawled back, the goblet in his hand shattered, and the expensive red wine splashed all over him.
Mutant Soldiers didn't even blink an eyelid. He stepped forward and stepped directly on the fat manager's thigh with a big, thick foot.
Accompanied by the sound of bones breaking, the fat supervisor let out a scream like a slaughtered pig, and then the butt of the gun was hit hard, and the scream stopped abruptly.
"Counterattack! Use Unforgivable Curses!"
The director of Department of Fantastic Beasts Management was forced into a corner. His face, which usually had a false smile on it, was completely distorted at this moment.
He raised the Wand in his hand, stared at the tall Outsiders walking towards him, and said in a sharp and shrill voice:
"Avada Kedavra!"
A blinding green light instantly illuminated the entire tent.
This beam of light, which represented the ultimate law of death for Wizarding World, hit the chest of Mutant Soldiers without any suspense.
Even the mutant body fused with Fantastic Beasts cannot resist Unforgivable Curses, which directly deprives life force.
The tall Mutant Soldiers didn't even hum. His huge body collapsed and hit the carpet heavily, losing all its vitality.
The director looked at the fallen monster and was about to laugh crazily, but before the smile could bloom on his face, he froze completely.
Because the death of a monster can't change anything at all.
Mutant Soldiers next to him didn't even look at his companion on the ground. He stepped over the corpse expressionlessly and strode forward.
Avada Kedavra Curse can indeed kill these monsters, but it takes time to chant the spell, requires extremely high magic concentration, and can only kill one target at a time.
When faced with a thousand mutants who knew no fear, cooperated tacitly, and had ferocious firepower, this single-target magic was as pale and powerless as throwing a pebble in front of a raging tsunami.
"No--!"
The director screamed in despair and tried to wave Wand again.
But Mutant Soldiers didn't give him a second chance to speak.
A big hand, like an iron pincer, strangled his neck and forcibly lifted him into the air.
As the sound of cervical vertebrae breaking was heard, the Ministry of Magic senior official, whose mind was full of interests, tilted his head feebly to the side, completely turning into a cold corpse.
In the tent, other officials quickly followed suit.
This group of extremely corrupt politicians ultimately paid the price with their lives for their greed.
At the same time, Virginia, Pentagon were deep underground.
Edgar sits quietly on the chair.
"Sir, the battle is over."
Duke stood behind him and reported in a low voice,
"Those Wizards who broke into the factory have been wiped out. We killed more than 200 people on the spot, and captured dozens of prisoners who were seriously injured and lost the ability to resist. All the senior officials in the command tent have also been cleared."
Upon hearing this glorious victory, there was no trace of emotion on Edgar's unsmiling face.
Magic?
In the face of modern war machines mass-produced by industrialized assembly lines, those so-called prides are simply vulnerable.
"Good job."
Edgar picked up the black coffee on the table and took a sip, "Inform the front line that there is no need to keep alive, load all the corpses into trucks overnight, and send them directly to the secret port."
Duke nodded and was about to turn around to give the order.
Jingle bells.
On the desk in the conference room, an unmarked black dedicated phone suddenly rang.
Edgar's hand holding the coffee paused slightly.
There are definitely no more than three people in the world who know the number of this phone, and it will only ring at the most critical moments.
He put down the coffee cup, waved his hand to signal Duke not to go out yet, then picked up the receiver and put it to his ear.
"Sorry to bother you late at night, Mr. Edgar."
An old but gentle voice came from the other end of the phone.
The voice sounded so amiable that one could not imagine any hostility at all, and one might even think that there was a kind old grandpa on the other end of the phone.
Edgar's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Sir, are you calling me at this time? Do you have any instructions?"
Edgar leaned back in the chair with just the right amount of politeness in his tone.
"I can't talk about instructions. I just heard that a group of disobedient mice ran into your yard tonight and caused trouble."
The voice on the other end of the phone was slow and calm, "They acted without permission behind my back and deserved their death. However, I heard that you also captured dozens of people alive."
The voice paused for a moment and seemed to be spitting a message in the air.
"Let those alive go, Edgar, I will arrange for someone to pick them up and deal with their memories."
"Let them come back with some injuries, so that I can announce to the public that this is a tragic encounter against illegal poachers. If hundreds of Auror and officials all disappear overnight, leaving no one alive, Europe those nosy Ministry of Magic, and International Confederation of Wizards, will definitely fly over like flies smelling blood to investigate."
"That is not good for our cooperation."
The old man's tone sounded like he was discussing, but it was actually a commanding tone.
Edgar listened quietly.
There was no expression on his face.
"Your concerns are very valid, Your Excellency."
Edgar answered into the microphone with a very respectful and submissive tone,
"I completely understand. Please rest assured. I will immediately notify the people below to leave a way for those who are still alive to cooperate with your plan."
"Very good, happy to work with you, Edgar."
A blind tone.
Edgar Slowly put the handset back on the base phone.
The face that was full of respect just now was completely covered in coldness the moment he hung up the phone.
Release him?
This is absolutely impossible.
The old immortal guy only knew that his men attacked Pharmaceutical Plant at night, but he had no idea what kind of enemy the Auror army he sent was facing.
Those are a thousand fully armed, mass-produced super soldiers with magic resistance!
If these dozens of people were put back alive, they would definitely tell the old man what they saw and heard tonight, and even spread the news throughout Supernatural World.
Once Wizarding World, Outsiders Circle, and even the supernatural forces lurking around the world learn that Vought International has not only cracked the secret of extraordinary power, but also has the ability to mass-produce a terrifying army on an assembly line, what consequences will it have?
All extraordinary forces will feel unprecedented fear and fear.
Before Vought International's mutated army has been completely formed and spread to the whole world, they will unite together like never before to completely eliminate Vought International, a cancer that can subvert the world structure.
Edgar will never allow this to happen.
Until this huge military-industrial plan completely covers the whole world, the trump card must not be exposed to anyone's view.
"Mr. Edgar?"
Duke stood aside, looking at the silent boss, and asked tentatively in a low voice, "Should we let those prisoners go?"
Edgar picked up the completely cold cup of black coffee on the table and drank it in one gulp.
He turned his head and patted Duke's little head with a kind smile.
"We loaded the truck overnight and sent it to the port. In this Pharmaceutical Plant area, apart from our own people, I don't want to see anyone alive who can still breathe."
Duke didn't understand why he had goosebumps all over his body. He secretly glanced at Marge, who was sitting next to Edgar with an expressionless face, and left invisibly.